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Our Story: Walking Dead	By : Starliteyes24 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 3170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What a Day: Walking Dead
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His wrist watch read 6:45. He jumped up from the dinning room table, gave Lori a kiss on the lips and Carl a pat on the head, telling them he'd be back in a few, as he left the house. He didn't dare explain to Lori what the hell was going on because it involved Shane. That man always found trouble no matter where the hell he was and she would just go off on Rick, telling him to just leave Shane alone. He wasn't going to do that, Shane was his best friend, and maybe Lori was jealous; all of her friends were bitches.
Rick started up Lori's Jeep, seeing that it was currently in the way of Rick's truck, and left the drive way and was gone.
The southern heat was getting to him, so he rolled up all the windows, turned on the a.c. and tried to cool down his growing temper with some radio. When Rick picked up his cell and saw that it was one of the other officers on the other line, he could only assume the worst, but not involving Shane of course. It was Leon; he and Shane were hanging at one of the downtown bars and some man that thought beating his girl was hilarious, Shane saw that as a total 'Oh hell no!' and started to shove the man, initiating the fight between them.
Rick was more than glad to have had Leon's number on his phone.
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Once he arrived at the correct location, he recognized some of the officers that held Shane, Leon and the other man hostage for a moment. Rick stepped out of the vehicle and headed up to the bar entrance. They all knew Rick Grimes, he was the Sheriff. Even off duty, they let him take over. He was a well loved man by many. He took one look over at the big man, then at Shane. Both of them looked like shit, with bruises and several cuts across their faces, but Shane looked the worst, which was totally surprising.
Leon had only been shoved out of the way during the fight, along with the woman Shane was trying to protect.
Rick wasn't happy at all to even be down here. He was missing dinner with his family, but he had Shane to care for as well. Rick always made sure that Shane knew he'd be around when ever he needed him. The two officers backed up from the bar and let Rick have a chat with the fellow that decided to wail on his girl-friend, who had been sent over to the police station.
"I bet you thought it was pretty nice bruisin' a woman's face, huh?" Rick questioned, getting in the man's bubble, never once breaking eye contact. Rick was maybe an inch or two shorter than the man, but that didn't at all intimidate him. Rick lived for this kind of stuff. He was too experienced, he knew everything about all these pathetic criminals, and he knew what to expect.
The officers stood by just in case another fight was to occur. Shane looked Rick over a few times and then glared at the man beside him.
"Even I ain't that big of a bastard!" Shane snapped at the older man beside him and got in his face. Rick was just waiting for shit to hit the fan again. The big man's name was Paul Don. He was a regular at the Weaslz bar and very frightening to others that came in contact with him. Shane on the other hand was just as scary, so them together was big issue. Paul just smirked at Shane's snotty remark and reached out to shove him against the brick siding of the bar. Rick and the others hurried to pull them apart and succeeded.
Leon did his best to stay out of it, he just stood around watching, almost feeling guilty for even bringing Shane. "I would never hit a woman in my life, you fucker!" Shane cursed, raising his tone even higher than before, and that only created another rumble between the two men. Rick let out a loud growl from the back of his throat and grabbed right at Shane, squeezed his arms, and yanked him as hard as he could away from the opposite man.
Shane's attitude was still pretty heavy, and when the two met eyes, Rick could only assume he was going to get a fist in the face, but Shane would never do that, he just couldn't. Rick's tense muscles finally relaxed, so had Shane's. "Take him to the station, and keep 'em for a week or two, just for the hell of it," Rick said to the two other remaining officers with a smile. They later returned the smile and took the man with them as Rick took Shane, and said a quick goodbye to Leon.
As they headed toward Rick's borrowed ride, Shane stopped to watch them take away that fucking bastard. Shane's never been so angry than he was tonight. He loved the women and just seeing someone beating the hell out of one, well that just didn't sit too well with him. Shane just did what he would've done no matter if Rick was around or not. They both stepped inside the vehicle, buckled themselves in, and drove away.
Shane realized just how awkward the silence was getting, and as he reached out to turn on the radio, Rick's hand blocked it off.
"You did good Shane, but you look terrible," Rick said out of the blue, breaking the silence that neither of them enjoyed. Shane pulled his hand back and rested it in his lap, spreading his legs comfortably, while staring at Rick. Those blue eyes never left the road ahead.
"I don't look that bad, do I?" Shane wondered with a curious smile dancing on his lips, using his fingers to poke at his face. Rick shook his head and revealed a little smile. "I don't want you to get hurt, you need to be careful who you put yourself up against, okay?"almost instantly, their eyes met for a split second, but that had felt like minutes. Shane turned to look out the window and nodded his head.
He was truly lucky to have a friend like Rick. Without him, he had no clue where he'd be right now. Rick turned on the radio and he drove them home in complete comfort.
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When he had pulled up in to the drive-way, Rick saw that the lights were still on in the house. He smiled to himself and was glad to know that he hadn't been gone too long. Only a few long minutes had passed and that was okay with him. Shane pulled his arm out from the open window, they went up and the two men hopped out of the vehicle, making their way towards the front door.
"Thanks Rick, I know we said we'd be there for each other, but I can't help but feel like a dumbass for makin' you drop everythin," the bigger man of the two explained and looked Rick in the eyes which made Rick smile. Shane looked bruised to hell, but nothing like a good washing can't fix and soothe. Rick nodded his head in agreement; Shane was a dumbass for sticking his nose in another man's business but the good that came out of it was that he was doing it for that woman. If he didn't step up, she would've been beat to a pulp.
After minutes of sharing soft words, the two men turned their heads instantly at the open door and saw Carl staring right back up at them.
Rick smiled, so did Shane. "Did mama' make any desert yet?" Rick asked, ruffling Carl's hair until it was a complete tangled mess. The young boy let out a groan and smiled half-heartedly. "No, she was waiting for you to get back," Carl answered suddenly and met eyes with Shane.
The boy's face brightened in an instant and he ran in to Shane's open arms. "Hey little man," he said with a smile picking up the kid.
Rick was the first to step inside, and he kicked off his boots, tired and ready to turn on the tv and watch some history. After Shane entered, that's when Lori stepped out of the kitchen, and in to the family room. Shane closed the door and put Carl down, eyes meeting Lori's.
Carl sat beside Rick on the couch;
"What happened?" Lori had meant to say to Rick, but instead it was directed to Shane, whose eyes fell down. Rick noticed the sudden change in temperature and the noise; now it was way too hot and too damn quiet. The two men stared at one another for a second or two before looking over at Lori. Carl finally noticed the bruises too and began to act curious as hell.
"Does it matter, Lori, he's fine, lets just not talk 'bout it okay?" Rick's tone wasn't too kind towards Lori, but when was it ever? Their marriage was at the very end of erupting and has been for too long now. Lori brushed it off like Rick had told her, and went back in to the kitchen.
Carl went up to Shane and stared up at him. "Did you get beat up?" he asked and Shane only chuckled, kneeling to his size. He nodded his head and stared in to his blue eyes; they were exactly the same as daddy's.
Rick reached out to touch Carl's shoulder and told him to help mama' in the kitchen. When he left, with a roll of his eyes, that left Rick and Shane alone. "You did get beat pretty bad," Rick was now up close and personal with Shane, staring very intently at his deep purple bruises and dark cuts. Shane just let him do what he was doing, slowly inhaling the air around him. It smelled like Rick and flour. Lori must be cooking up a pie.
"My face doesn't hurt too bad," Shane acknowledged him, and used a finger or two to poke at his tender spots.
His left eye was throbbing like hell though. Rick sighed and looked back in to Shane's eyes. "I have some rubbin' alcohol to put on those cuts, don't want them gettin' infected," Rick told him and turned his back on him, heading in to the hall toward the stairs. Shane stayed in place for a second while watching Rick climb the stairs. What the hell was wrong with Shane? Was he nervous or was he just stupid?
After a minute of spacing, Shane heard his name get called and quickly headed toward it. He climbed the stairs carefully, with one hand on the railing. He knew the whole layout of his house, so it was strange that he was so nervous about coming upstairs. He found Rick in the bathroom. It was perfect size. For being married and having a child, Rick sure made a hell of a good pay check. His house was absolutely lovely and totally old western with a mix of what Lori liked as well.
"Sit down," Rick ordered, and Shane was instantly thrown back by it. He made his way over to the four-footed tub in the far corner of the room and took a seat. He didn't like to be ordered around, but whenever Rick did it and he was serious, it made him smile just slightly.
"Okay, I'm down," Shane stated, leaning his body in to his lap while watching Rick come his way with a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a rag in the other.
Rick wasn't amused by Shane's cockiness. "Your eye looks like shit," Rick told him, his voice soft but the way his brows knitted, it made Shane worry. Rick sat right beside him on the edge of the porcelain tub and poured the alcohol over the rag, carefully making sure he didn't spill any of it on the wood floor. Shane just shrugged and continued to stare at the eyes of his friend. Rick's mind was currently lost in other things right now, and Shane could tell by the way he attentively scanned Shane's beaten face for any sign of infection.
Shane's thoughts on the other hand were totally lost in a whole other realm.
He thought about them; he thought about how they met, how they became the friends that they were today, and just how they'd be totally different people without each other.
Shane was nervous, he was nervous as hell now. It came out of nowhere and wrecked his body. It was now hard to even look at Rick, while he cleansed his face, feeling his gentle motions calm his senses. He almost found himself starting to close his eyes, until Rick's voice snapped him out of it. Thank god!
"I think those cuts will be fine, just keep an eye on them, they are pretty deep," Rick said, removing his rag from Shane's cheek, blue eyes wandering curiously across his face.
Shane shifted, and had no idea that his body was facing Rick's. His hands lay contently in his lap, fingers trying to keep from shaking. Shane used one hand to rake through his curls nervously. Rick suddenly smiled and looked down at Shane. His blue eyes followed Shane's and soon the two of them were sitting up straight as can be, staring at each other sweetly.
"Thanks for lettin' me take care of you," Rick said with a tiny smile, putting one hand on the side of Shane's warm neck. Those words hit Shane in an amazingly way. "I enjoyed it," he nodded with a smile as well and the two men just sat there, listening to each other's silence.
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