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AN: At this point, this is a one shot. I may add to this...I have some ideas; not a full story. But I could not get this scene out of my head.

Wrackspurts and the Dead

They were all staring at the crazed redneck waving his rifle around, demanding to be declared leader. It was clear the man was high, and they were all terrified of what he would do in this state. Merle Dixon wasn't the sanest of people in the best of times, and this was far from the best of times. They watched the new guy nervously as he moved behind the threat in front of them. Then, seemingly from nowhere, a whispy blonde stood directly in front of Merle, fists planted on her hips.

"Merle Dixon! Get down from there this second, and quit acting like a total arse! What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

The rest of the group were surprised to see the man actually seem to flinch at the small woman's words.

"Luna, I don't think you...," Andrea started.

"Where did you get that poison?" she continued at the redneck, ignoring everyone around her. "We've worked so hard to get that out of you!"

"Ah, Luna-girl...," Merle began.

"I don't care, give it to me now!"

The group looked even more surprised at the growl in the normally soft-spoken girl's voice. They nearly went into shock when they watched Merle actually flinch and pull a bag out of his pocket, handing it over. They thought he might actually start to cry when the bag went sailing over the side of the building.

"You're being an arse, and you're going to get us all killed! What do you think Harry will do to you if you do something stupid and get people hurt?" she demanded.

"Now, we don't need to be gettin' him involved in this," Merle held up his hands, as if to ward off an attack.

"Don't you dare come anywhere near him with those cuffs," Luna snapped at the man behind Merle. "He is not going to be left up here alone because someone drops the key! Now, move over with everyone else, Officer Friendly."

Merle spun around, shocked to find someone behind him. He had heard what Luna said. He knew the girl well enough not to dismiss what she had said. He did not want to be left behind. He had to get back to his brother. And, if three other faces popped into his mind when he thought about who was important to him...well, he would deny it.

"Who the hell are you?" Merle growled, moving to shield the blonde.

"Officer Friendly, apparently. We gonna have any more problems here?"

Merle started to say something, but Luna's hand on his arm shut him up.

"Of course not. Now, I think we need to get out of here. The dead will come through soon. Harry and I will take care of the Wrackspurts in Merle's head when you get us back to camp. You have an idea, don't you Rick?"

Rick stared at the strange young woman in shock for several seconds. He knew the redneck, Merle, was out-of-his-mind high, but a few words from her, and the man was nearly cowering. He had never seen anyone be able to talk someone down like that. And after the whole ordeal, she just started to hum to herself, a vacant look taking over her face. He thought she must be on something as well.

"That's just Luna," Glenn, the Asian boy that save him from the tank, informed him. "She's...odd. But don't ever say anything about it around Harry or the Dixons."

Rick had a thousand questions running in his mind...but focused on the problem at hand. He began laying out his plan to get to the construction sight a few blocks down and get a truck.

"Luna-girl...," Merle began.

"Don't," Luna said, her eyes instantly clearing. "You've come so far since we met. We all have demons, but you came so close to being separated from Daryl...from me." Then the serious expression cleared and a mischievous grin replaced it. "Besides, you don't want to miss what's about to happen."

Merle started to ask her what she was talking about, but snapped his mouth closed. He knew from experience she wouldn't say anything until she was ready. And, if that look on her face was anything to go by, things were about to get very interesting.

0.o.0.o.0

Merle was amazed the crazy officer's plan worked. Chinaman had passed them a couple of minutes ago in a red Mustang, alarms blaring...but the boy looked like he was having the time of his life. The rest of them were in the back of the box truck the officer had backed into the loading dock of the store they were trapped in. And just in time, Merle nearly got bit making sure Luna made it into the back of the truck. And if no one else noticed the head of the walker exploding without being touched, he wasn't going to say anything either.

He would never admit it, but he was disappointed in himself. He had been clean since meeting Luna. But, while scavenging cars on the way into Atlanta, he found a stash of coke. He couldn't resist. He had snatched it, and as soon as he was alone...he fucked up. He put himself and Luna in danger. He wasn't going to pretend to care about anyone else. And, from what Luna said...he was on the verge of being left behind, cuffed to the roof. He shuddered at the thought of being trapped up there like an animal. The tone of Luna's humming changed getting his attention.

"Luna-girl?" he asked, knowing she was about to start speaking.

"Things are about to change," she said softly. "What would you do if you found out your best friend started sleeping with your wife? Even if they supposedly thought you were dead?"

"I'd kill them both," Merle snarled. He was by no means a good man, but if you gained his trust and betrayed it...he snarled again just thinking about it.

"Would you want to know right away?"

"Hell yeah I'd want to know immediately!" The venom in his voice had Luna blinking, then looking at their new officer. Then it clicked for Merle. The new officer...the officer they had back at camp, that saved his best friend's wife...that he had nearly tripped over more than once fucking in the woods around their camp.

"Oh...shit. Ain't this a bitch."

The others had caught on to what they were saying. Jacqui, T-Dog, and Andrea were all staring at them wide-eyed. Morales was even looking at them through the rear-view mirror, a look of shock on his face. Officer Friendly, Rick, was looking back at them in confusion.

Luna meet the man's curious gaze.

"Things aren't like they used to be. The world died. Things...people...right and wrong...changed. Holding onto the old ways will only get people killed. You're a good man Rick Grimes. You've made connections today. You gained respect that is normally impossible to gain...however small that respect may be. Don't let the past blind you to the present...very bad things will happen if you do."

And from one second to the next, Luna went from serious to the wide-eyed blank stare from earlier, picking up her humming from before she began to speak.

0.o.0.o.0

AN: Can't you just see Luna tell off Merle like she did Harry? That's what started this. This is it at this point...but I do have some ideas...more is possible, but no promises. I'm still working on Oh, Brother! Next chapter of it is nearly done.