[Center][b][color=ec008c]Waylon and Shelby Jackson –  S&W Weaponry [/color][/b][/center]

Waylon turned around after yelling up at Shelby, she was still laughing as he saw Steve with a woman that looked worse for wear across his shoulders. He saw the brunette with the overcoat with them following the doctor. The woman struggled to move her head, Waylon was about to just blow the scene off, who was he to intrude because it appeared that the situation was being taken care of. But the woman managed to lock eyes with Waylon, his jawed dropped, “[i]No way[/i],” he gasped under his breath. He froze in his tracks as she stared at him, “Eliza?” The woman’s head fell back to Steve’s shoulder and Waylon took a couple steps towards the group and looked the woman over the best he could, “No fuckin’ way!!!” He back peddled a few steps before turning and running back to S&W Weaponry. He skipped steps on his way up to the roof, “SHELBY, SHELBY,” he yelled up the stairs as he began to get winded.

Shelby furrowed her brow, she could tell something was up; she started towards the door on the end of the roof. Waylon burst through nearly knocking the door free of its hinges, Shelby jumped back, “Jesus Waylon, what’s up?”

Waylon exhaled and tried to slow his breath while approaching Shelby with his hands out, “Shelby?’ He said softly, his hands touching her shoulders. 

Shelby tilted her head, “Um…yeah? Are you OK?”

Waylon paused before he spoke, “You won’t believe this but…  I just saw Eliza,” the words rushed from his mouth.

Shelby’s eyes quickly turned dark as she slapped Waylon across the face, “[b]FUCK OFF WAYLON, THAT SHIT AIN’T EVEN FUNNY[/B],” she went to slap him again.

Waylon blocked the second slap and grabbed her wrists; he hadn’t seen Shelby exhibit this kind of raw rage since they were in Michigan doing Calypso’s bidding. He jerked her towards him and stared straight into her eyes, “I’M NOT JOKING SHELBY, KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF,” he threw her hands down, “I didn’t believe it myself, she’s hurt and Steve was carrying her to the clinic with the Doc and that brunette chick with the overcoat.”

Shelby studied him, trying to get a read, she balled up her fists. “Shelby,” Waylon began calmly, “I took a closer look, and I’ll tell you what, if that isn’t Eliza you can kill me.” Shelby cocked her head, her eyes were still filled rage, “Shelby…It. Is. Eliza.” She saw the seriousness in his eyes and relaxed her hands taking a step back. Her legs began to feel soft, her heart started to pound with thunder. Waylon took her hand, “C’mon, I’ll take you to the clinic.” Shelby let Waylon lead her down the stairs. Shelby was scared, she really didn’t know quite what to expect, how hurt Eliza was, she didn’t know anything as her mind seemed to fade away into nothingness. She paused at the door to the church, Waylon gently nudged her inside, “Shelby, trust me. I would [i]never[/i] fuck with you about this.” She followed Waylon to the second floor, with each stair step her legs got heavier; she started to sweat and tightened her grip on Waylon’s hand. He quietly pushed the already open door aside and stepped inside the room with Shelby.

Like a little girl hiding behind their parent Shelby looked around Waylon. Her eyes fell upon Eliza, she clapped her hand over her mouth as her legs gave out momentarily, Waylon was the only reason she was not flat on the floor. Her lip began to quiver, her whole body trembled, “El...Eliza, Eliza, [i]Eliza[/i], [b]ELIZA[/B]!!!” She stammered and broke Waylon’s hold and quickly pushed her way to Eliza’s side, falling to her knees. “Eliza, oh my God, Eliza,” her hands trembled as they once again traced Eliza’s face, “[i]Eliza[/i],” she began to sob. She kissed her forehead, cheeks, ran her fingers through her sweaty hair and her warm lips touched Eliza’s cold, almost lifeless lips. Her tears dropped onto Eliza, washing away small streaks of dirt. Her eyes were glassed over like a pair of blue icicles during a sunny winter day, and also filled with surprise and happiness like a child on Christmas morning. She could not stop looking at Eliza; her blood was erupting in her veins as the one person she had thought was gone forever was lying right before her very eyes. Blindly Shelby reached out with one hand and pulled Waylon down by her, “Thank you, I’m sorry.” He just hugged her and kissed the top of her head before he stood up to return home, he smiled as he walked away, knowing full well if anyone in the wasteland deserved such a reunion, it was Shelby as far as he was concerned.

“Eliza…” Shelby carefully laid her head next to Eliza’s, “I’m sorry if I did something to cause you to leave,” she whispered into Eliza’s ear, “I’ve been waiting for you. I want US; I will not leave your side.” Shelby had a big lump in her throat, tears still flowed, and her nose had begun to run a little, “I love you.”