A/N: This is supposed to be a "what if" situation, in which Jason actually did bring Charlie to his father, instead of tossing her unceremoniously out of the train. Hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Revolution. Big surprise.

"Bring her to me, or I shoot the bitch."

Jason's mind raced as he stared daggers at his father. He could feel Charlie's nails digging into his arm, and he could see the desperation in her brother's eyes. He hesitated, glancing towards the open door, and out towards the tall grass whooshing past.

"Jason!"

A sudden boom echoed in the room, shaking the entire cabin, and Neville's eyes raked the busted doorway behind his son.

He complied, slowly bringing Charlie towards the older man. She resisted, digging her heels into the slick floor of the car, but Jason was stronger. The clattering of boots from the next car drowned out her desperate last attempt to plead with Jason, and he turned away, unable to face her.

I'm sorry, Charlie, he thought. Please forgive me.

The far door burst open, revealing five men, armed to the teeth. Captain Neville motioned to the nearest one.

"Take her to the next car. I'll follow with the boy."

The soldier nodded, and roughly grabbed Charlie's arm. He reached for his belt, and Jason's heart stopped in his chest.

But he only pulled out a pair of shiny silver cuffs.

Neville turned to Jason, and pointed to the busted door.

"Go, take three men and get rid of the uncle."

Jason nodded, relieved to be spared the guilt of meeting Charlie's blue eyes once again. He marched towards the door, reaching it before turning back one last time.

"I trusted you, Nate!"

Charlie.

This was followed by the deafening slam of the far door, and Jason took this as his cue of leave. Stepping out into the warm air, he looked over the top of the adjacent car.

Miles Matheson was slowly making his way towards them, eyes filled with malice, and— what Jason would later realize— concern for his niece and nephew. Seeing the young soldier, his face became a mask of anger, and he advanced at a quicker rate.

Then he saw the three machine guns trained on him, and he froze.

Then, shooting Jason one last look of contempt and disgust, he flung himself off the train.

Miles hit the dirt rolling, painfully banging his knee on a rock before sliding to a stop. He immediately sprung up, dashing towards the last car of the the train.

Shit! Charlie wasn't flying out of the locomotive, so he had to assume that Neville had her. He ignored the throbbing pain in his left knee, biting his lip as he stopped, panting, with his hands bracing his side.

"Charlie," he yelled, just for good measure. "Charlie!"

Now he had not only failed at getting Danny back, bet he had let the militia take Charlie.

Damn it all to hell! He was definitely the worst uncle the world had ever seen. Not that he would ever admit to Charlie that he cared about her, but seriously. Now he'd done it.

He began the long trudge back to town, back to Nora and Aaron.

Back to reality. And man, did reality suck right now.

Charlie fought against her escort, fighting the urge to cry out in frustration.

"Danny!" She called back to where she knew her brother and Captain Neville were, but her captor tightened his grip on her arms.

"Shut up!"

"Make me," she spat, disregarding the nagging feeling that she would be punished for all of this later.

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

Charlie braced herself for the inevitable sting of his hand, but it never came. She opened her eyes, not knowing what to expect.

Tom Neville stood, leering at her with those eyes that seemed to pass right through her. Next to him, Danny shook his head.

"Don't, Charlie. It's not worth it," he said, and she could see the bruises that were scattered over his arms and face.

So she shut her mouth, and the man holding her shoved her into one of the chairs that furnished the grand-looking compartment they were now in. Danny was sat in the chair across from her, and if she were not cuffed, Charlie would have immediately embraced him.

Danny stared at her, tears starting to form in his eyes, and she knew he would have done the same.

"Why'd you come, Charlie?"

She fought to find the right words.

"I-I made a p-promise, remember? I said I'd n-never let go of your hand. The one time I did, the one time, and I l-lost you."

Neville walked behind Danny's chair, drumming his fingers on the back. He frowned at the girl in front of him, and took a breath before speaking in a low, threatening voice.

"How long have you and Miles been trailing us?"

Danny looked at his sister with surprise.

"Miles was with you?"

Neville cleared his throat, and Danny fell silent. He mouthed since when to Charlie, but Neville cut them off.

Not going to answer me, huh? Just like Miles."

He strolled casually around to her chair, as if taking a walk in the park. He stopped right behind her, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. She recoiled, but Neville only chuckled.

"I only need one of you, you know. And Danny here is looking a little worse for wear."

Charlie swallowed.

"Fine. We've been trailing you for weeks now. And we've been doing a much better job than your moronic scout. What's his real name, by the way?"

The captain didn't answer the last question, but continued at a slow, deadly pace.

"Thank you, Charlie," he motioned to the three men that surrounded them. "C'mon, boys. Let's give them a little quality family time."

With that, they left, and the squeak of boots was soon distant as the door slammed shut.

Danny immediately stood up, and kneeled at Charlie's side, taking advantage of the fact that he was not cuffed. He made short work of her own bindings, and she sprung up for the chair, and flung her arms around his neck.

He hugged her back, and they stood in silence.

They may be captives of Monroe himself, but at least they were together. As things go, it could be a lot worse.

And it would be soon.

Rachel stared out the window, and into the sea of blue uniforms, desperately scanning the crowd for a shock of blond hair that would prove to her that her son was in fact alive. She almost didn't notice Bass slip into the room, and slide next to her, a smirk frozen on his face.

"I have good news, Rachel," he offered in his quiet, raspy voice. "You'll get to see both of your children."

She spun, crowd forgotten to face Monroe.

"Charlie..."

He nodded slowly, his smile spreading into an awful grimace. She turned back towards the scene below her, and her heart sank to her stomach.

Danny was being led by two soldiers, against whom he struggled, and next to him being escorted by Neville himself was Charlie, fighting against the captain, all the while stealing concerned glances at her brother.

Rachel felt a sudden swell of pride for her children, but it was soon replaced with cold realization.

"Danny's hurt," she whispered feebly, much to the delight of Bass.

"Don't worry, Rachel," he purred. "You'll see them soon. Very soon."