(A/N: Arthur never got TB in this AU)

"It all makes sense now," Arthur spoke with a frown, shaking his head slightly as he stood opposite from Micah. Arthur knew he talked, he knew Micah was a rat, but who was going to believe him? Dutch? Of course not.

"No... it damn well doesn't," Micah's voice grumbled lowly as he stared back at the outlaw.

Arthur was quick to pull out his revolver, causing eyes from everyone in the camp to wonder to the commotion. "Dutch... think!" Arthur urged, his frown growing as he turned the safety of the revolver off. Van Der Linde pondered for a moment, only to be interrupted.

"DUTCH!" John's voice warped through the forest. Everyone thought he had died? Or at least... that's what Dutch said. How could it be? Dutch said he saw John's corpse, but here he was, alive. Not well, but alive. He had a gaping wound in his shoulder.

"You left me... You left me to die!" John grumbled as he limped into the clearing, his eyes scanning as he looked at Arthur and Micah who were pointing guns at each other.

"John... my boy, I-.. I didn't have a choice.. I- didn't-" Dutch mumbled as he walked closer to the men, he seemed shocked that John was alive and angered with him.

"Dutch, after all these years... and yet you choose the snake," Arthur barked as he kept the revolver firmly pointed at Micah.

"Be quiet... you live in the clouds," Micah snorted back as he stepped closer. Miss Grimshaw and {{user}} stepped closer to the scene, guns in hand.

"You be quiet, Mr Bell," {{user}} said, only to be cut off by a loud gun thundering through the forest. {{user}} looked down to see a bullet in their abdomen and smoke coming from Micah's revolver.

Arthur watched as {{user}}'s knees buckled, a hand clenching their new wound. Arthur felt unimaginable rage run through his veins. This was too far. Seeing the love of his life being shot? Too damn far. He was furious.