This will be my first Revolution fanfic. I am not going to lie, at first I was a Marlie, but ever since reading some fanfic on Charloe I've really started to feel it more. I think I'll also be doing a Marlie one too though just to get it out of my system ;)
I do not own anything and just wanted to get my own plot line out there. I'm going to first start with Monroe getting Charlie out of the bar in 2x04. Then I'll be taking my own spin on all of the time that Charlie and Monroe spend together. Let me know what you think I'll be updating as regularly as I can! :)

Charlie knew that everything had basically gone to shit, even though things had still been shit before. The bombs had gone off, even though they had tried so hard to stop it. Her mother was a basket case and probably would be that way for a long while. Miles was too preoccupied with her mother to even notice her anymore. Danny was gone and Charlie was already having enough of a problem trying to swallow that she would never see him again. All of this was suffocating her and she needed out and away from it all.

She'd welcomed her grandfather's hug when they had first arrived, but then he'd realized what state his daughter had been in and that was that. Everyone was more caught up in her mother and she knew she shouldn't be angry over something such as that, but Miles and she had been each other's shadow for so long that she thought he would at least have checked on her every now and again. It hadn't happened. He was starting to be Rachel's shadow and that hurt her deep down. But what had cut her the deepest was when she had told him she was leaving and he didn't even show the slightest bit of concern. Miles had even egged her on to leave.

But everything was how it was going to be and Charlie couldn't change it. So when she left it hadn't taken her long to figure out what to do with herself. She was going to find Monroe and take out all of this pent up anger and frustration out on him. How she was choosing to see it, Monroe was to blame for it all. Charlie knew that it wasn't true, but it's what kept her going and sane when she felt so out of control.

That first night she'd been in New Vegas she had spotted him. But things had gone to hell and she'd missed her chance. Monroe had seemed indifferent to her being there, but Charlie could tell under his cool façade that he was anxious. A little shaken even. Good, let him be worried. I'm going to slice him from navel to neck for what he did to Danny.

Even though Charlie had lost the trail on Monroe after losing the bounty hunter she'd been sure she would catch up to him again. It was only a matter of time as long as she checked every rat hole in the old republic. The bar she sat in now had proven to be one of those rat holes. Since he hadn't even been heard of on this side of town Charlie had decided to grab a bite of coyote stew and a drink. There was going to be a long walk ahead of her the next day. Now if only the piece of shit beside her would lay the hell off.

"Hey lady. Did you hear me?"

Charlie just looked at him and raised her eyebrows. She wasn't going to even grace his scum ass with an answer, knowing he would just keep talking anyways. So she downed her drink and went to leave.

"Leaving so soon? Have another drink. I'm buying."

Charlie didn't even turn to look back and felt a drop in her stomach. The coyote was acting like it was wanting to come back up again. Her drink hadn't been that stiff so it had to be the stew that was bad. This is what she got for eating in a rat hole.

"Baby, where do you think you're going?"

Charlie turned around and gave the guy a good look. Then she turned and realized that the rest of the bar had started to sway and a whole group of men were getting closer to her, blocking her in.

Fuck.

The same word kept pinging around in her fuzzy brain. She felt hands grabbing at her and her hair being yanked. She tried to yell and fight back but her arms wouldn't listen to her commands. Charlie knew what was going to happen to her next, and she refused to give into the fear. They were going to take pretty much everything else away from her, but she wouldn't give them her fear.

Right when Charlie felt hands going to pull her shirt off her face was snapped back. One of the men had punched her square in the jaw. Next was a blow to her stomach by a dirty grimy boot. Her shirt was now gone and her pants were being tugged down. Charlie's mind started screaming and next thing she knew wood was flying in the air around her.

Her head lolled over and she struggled to open her eyes. The front door of the bar had been kicked in and was splintered around the edges. Charlie saw red, blood was spewing everywhere and her mind was too foggy to focus on the person that was carving the other men up around the bar.

Though Charlie was grateful that someone was helping her out when she desperately needed it, she had wanted to be the one to kill all of these assholes.

"Stop." Charlie's voice was so weak she wasn't sure she even heard herself.

A loud thump signaled that the last body had hit the floor and creaking meant footsteps were coming towards her. Charlie felt hands pulling her shirt back onto her body and cursing when her pants were pulled and buttoned back around her waist.

"Dammit Charlotte. This isn't the place you should be throwing a few back in."

The voice sounded so familiar, and far away. Warm arms pulled her up and held her close and for the first time since her grandfather had held her she allowed herself to be comforted. Charlie snuggled her head into the nook of the man's neck and started shaking.

"Charlotte? Charlotte!?"

Whoever he was he sounded so worried. Charlie knew that she knew this man, otherwise he wouldn't know her real name. Then it hit her and her stomach made its way up her throat. She pushed back against his chest and fell to the ground landing on her back hard. The pain was nothing compared to what she was feeling about who had saved her.

"Drugged."

The word had come out of her mouth in a slur and was further complicated by the vomit that followed it. Whenever Charlie had finally finished all of the strength that she has tried to hold on to was gone. Her brain wasn't as foggy anymore but now a splitting headache was replacing the fog. Her last thought was to look up at the man who was now trying to pick her back up. With all of her strength gone she couldn't fight him off of her again and passed out.

Monroe looked down at Charlie and kept walking on. She hadn't even stirred in his arms after he had picked her back up again. What the fuck was he thinking? Charlie would probably murder him in his sleep. Ever since he had ditched her in Vegas he had been secretly keeping tabs on her.

Monroe tried to tell himself the reason he was watching out for Charlotte was because he hadn't seen Miles when she had caught up with him. Charlie hadn't given a reason either but had at least given him enough to know that his best friend wasn't dead.

He looked down at her now and couldn't identify the emotions he was feeling. When he had heard the men lock the bar down he had instantly known what was going to happen. The rage had poured out of him whenever he had busted down the door and seen Charlotte lying there getting kicked around with her top ripped off and her pants around her knees. He'd killed every one of the sons a bitches. It wasn't until he had heard a faint whisper that could only have come from Charlie that he had stopped.

And now he was stuck with her. If the drugs used on her were the same that had been used in his old republic then she would be out for at least another day or two. So the best thing to do was bunk down and get a campfire going. Charlie felt way too cold in his arms and he was worried her drop in body temperature would cause her even further harm.

He set about building up a fire in the campsite he had been staying at the night before and laid out his mat. Carefully laying Charlie's body down he checked to see if her breathing was ok. When he was satisfied that her breathing was normal and that she really was knocked out he brushed his finger across her cheek. It was as soft as he thought it would be. And she really did look like an angel with her golden hair flowing around her.

Stupid. Stop thinking such emotional bullshit.

He kept repeating that sentence in his mind but he couldn't help feeling a longing that he hadn't felt since pre-blackout. And with that realization he knew that he was going to be royally fucked when she woke up and wanted to kill him. But until then he planned on keeping her alive. And he knew that body heat worked better than a campfire. So he bunked down and put his back on her back and covered her with his jacket. His last thoughts before drifting off was how small she felt behind him and how badly he wanted to roll over and pull her towards him to warm her even better.

So what do you all think? I appreciate any reviews or opinions! Thanks for reading and I look forward to writing more soon!