So I haven't written a fan fic in YEARS, forgive me if this is rough. It's been nagging at me for days and when I went to search for Bass/Charlie fics and there were VERY few and knew I was bound to write one of my own. This is a very short beginning chapter, 540 words to be exact. More to come! Rated T for now. ;) I'd love to know your thoughts!
It had been years since the power had been shut off, yet Sebastian Monroe could still imagine the hum of an air conditioner, or the annoying sound of someone's phone ringing in a public place, or even better he could imagine being in public without fear of someone stabbing him in the back. Well maybe that was far off, it felt like a lifetime since he was just a soldier in a place known as the United States but in those few seconds while he glanced at the exit sign he could imagine it powered on, glowing red.
He was supposed to be helping Miles so he could find out where his son was but it was probably a matter of hours before Miles was dead. He was supposed to be chipping in to help Aaron and whatshername so that Rachel didn't slit his throat while he slept. Yet there it hung, the exit sign like a beacon, un-glowing. He turned and saw Charlie as she nearly read his thoughts, shaking her head and begging him with her eyes. He half shrugged and walked under the exit sign and now here he was…a few hundred feet from the school, covered by woods. He could easily keep going. There had to be another way of finding his son. Then he heard gun shots and hell if her face wouldn't get out of his head. Charlotte Matheson was a survivor, he told himself. She would find a way out. They would all be fine, they always were. He took a few more steps and heard more shots. Then her heard her voice. Yes, her voice! What the hell? He grumbled a few choice words and took off in the other direction at a sprint toward the school, part of him knew all along he couldn't go through with it.
She's just a child, he argued with himself.
No, she's a grown woman with skills. His other side retorted. He'd seen her fighting skills and it did nothing but turn him on.
You've killed half her family, she only sees you as a ruthless murderer, he thought. He didn't have much to say to himself about that so he kept running and pushed it to the back of his mind. It didn't matter anymore. People let go of things like that since the blackout. They didn't hold grudges. The best thing about the lights going out was that people lived in the here and now. And right now he was going to save her. THEM, he was going to save them yet Charlie's face was all he focused on as he ran back into the school.
Hope you liked it. I promise to add more later. Writers love reviews btw. ;)