Faith

                                    

                                          
THE SUN SHONE BRIGHTLY, warming the black leather on Skye's back, a soft breeze playing at the back of her neck. Reaching down, she grabbed the last two bags they had left to pack and swung one up on her shoulder, handing the other off to Shane who stood resting on the front of the RV. Rick, Lori and Carol led the kids to their vehicle, while Daryl walked his brother's motorcycle past, ready to be moving on. Dale hollered at them from the RV door, catching their attention to signal they were ready to hit the road.

                          
Shane held a hand out in front of himself. "Ladies first."
                          
Stepping into the RV, Skye found a seat at the table and Shane took the one opposite her. The RV shook with the start of the engine and everyone felt it lurch forward. They were on the road again, only this time heading for Fort Benning. What they would find there, none of them knew. The rumbling from Daryl's bike could be heard from outside, the plaid of his shirt could be seen flapping in the wind. 
                          
Staring out through window, Skye did her best to avoid the looks she was receiving from Shane. After awhile of driving, Shane placed his gun on the table and began removing piece by piece, disassembling it for a good cleaning. He caught her watching him and a smirk played across his face. "You know how to clean a gun?"
                          
	"No. No one ever showed me."
                          
	"Never?"
                          
	She shook her head. "My dad would just take me and my brother out to do some target practice. He wanted us to be able to take care of ourselves." Realizing what she had just said, she averted her eyes from his. 
                          
	Ignoring the hidden meaning, he said, "But he never showed you how to clean your guns?"
                          
	"Never had my own. These are my brothers. When everything started going down he gave them to me along with the holsters." Retrieving them from their place at her thighs she placed them on the table. 
                          
	Turning one of them over in his hand, inspecting its quality, Shane looked up at her and nodded, "These are nice. Very nice."
                          
	She smiled with pride. 
                          
	"If you want, I can teach you."
                          
	"You don't have to. Really."
                          
	"It's the least I can do," he raised his eyebrows at her and she could see there was no use arguing with him. Somehow this made things better between them for him. She could tell it meant a lot. 
                          
	"Okay, thanks."
                          
	"Oh, jeez," Dale muttered from the wheel. 
                          
	Shane stood up from his seat and looked out the window, blocking Skye's view. The roar of Daryl's bike stopped at the driver side window. 
                          
	"See a way through?" Dale asked. No answer, but instead the sound of a motorcycle revving up to take off. The RV began to move again, but much slower than before. 
                          
	"What's wrong?"	
                          
	"Way's blocked. Daryl's leading Dale through the wreckage." Shane sat back down and grabbed up her gun. "Now... What's nice about your guns is that there is two of them," he smiled. 
                          
	"Meaning?"
                          
	"Meaning I can work with one and you can watch and copy everything as I do it." There was a huff from the couch and Andrea sat picking at her nails. "What is it, Andrea?" Shane asked as irritated by Andrea as Skye was.
                          
	"Oh, nothin. Let's just teach the outsider how to use a gun. Forget the people who have been with the group the whole time." 
                          
	Skye couldn't believe her ears. What a bitch, she thought. "She's not an outsider, Andrea," Shane defended.