Pairing: Andrea/Michonne
Series: The Walking Dead
Summary: Just my take on what happened in that brief moment when Michonne and Andrea were left in the room together, before we heard the gunshot.

Rick closed the door behind him slowly, feeling as though he failed again to save someone of the group. No, of the family. Even Daryl could see it on the mans face, but even he couldn't bare to see another person he knew succumb to the change. None of them could.

Not even Michonne.

Once she and Andrea were alone she felt herself starting to break apart. Her heart had started to crack the moment she saw the bite on Andrea's neck, and it slowly started to fall apart when she mentioned wanting to kill herself before it was too late.

Even now, in the silence of the room around them, she pressed their foreheads together. Her dark slender fingertips on either side of the blonde's face, and she tried to stop the tears running down her face. But she couldn't.

She wanted to be strong for her...

...but she couldn't be.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"For what?" Andrea asked lightly, her voice getting heavy and slow.

She choked back tears, even as they silently continued to fall, "For not being here sooner. I'm so sorry."

A small, weak, wry smile appeared on the blondes lips. "Michonne... it's all right."

"No, no it's not, Andrea."

Andrea was taken aback, but she could do nothing more than weakly bring her hand up to Michonne's face. "Yes... yes it is..."

Swallowing hard, and moving her face so that she could stare into those eyes again. At least one more time.

"How... how can you say that?"

"Because..." Andrea shuddered, and closed her eyes briefly as she took a deep inhale of oxygen. "Because I got to see you one last time..." Her smile was there again, it was a trembling but sincere one.

"Andrea," she breathed. "Don't say that..."

"Don't pretend it isn't true," the blonde said. "You know what I have to do... before it's too-"

Michonne's heart was breaking, it was half-way through it's collision course with the floor by now. She pressed her lips against Andrea's softly at first, then slowly deepened it, but she soon pulled away to stare into those eyes again.

There was silence for a few, brief moments, before she shifted her hand on the gun Rick had given her. And Andrea could feel her own tears running down her face, but she knew it had to be done. If not by her, then by Michonne, she wasn't sure if she could do it.

The dark skinned woman slowly placed her hand over Andrea's on the gun, and took a deep breath. She could feel the tremors running through her hand, and suspected she was too weak to lift it for much longer.

"I... I can't lift it," she choked. "I'm sorry... but you... you have to do it.."

She was terrified by that statement, but she knew it was going to have to be done. With a silent nod the woman took the gun from Andrea's hand, and stole one last kiss before placing a light one on her forehead as she rose to her feet.

With a tiny weak smile she looked up at Michonne, "I love you..."

Michonne's heart shattered. Slowly raising the gun level with Andrea's head, "I... I love you to. Always." She whispered.

BANG.