a/n: So this is my first venture in the universe that is/was Revolution. I am so so sad that it got canceled and before we got any Charloe! :( Well anywho, I know there's a lot of stories out there about these two, but here's another one. Enjoy!

ONE

Miles and her mom were outside waiting for any sign of Monroe. Charlie was perfectly content to stay inside and wait, giving the two of them time alone, but the windows were boarded up and it was boiling inside. The suspense and the heat propelled her through the front door just in time to hear the crunch of dirt as wagon wheels rolled over it. A half smile touched her lips as Monroe approached the old church on the wagon carrying the president; someone she half hoped was alive, half hoped was dead. Knowing Monroe it was a complete toss up at this point.

He pulled the horses to a stop and jumped into the back of the wagon. Without so much as a word, he hauled the president to his feet and instructed him to get down. Two pairs of feet hit the ground shortly after, the dirt kicking up from impact. Rachel and Miles stepped forward to take the president and Monroe did a double take at the sight of Charlie staring at him while trying to hold back a smile.

"We'll start working on getting answers," Miles said as he propelled the president towards the building. "You get the horses ready," he added, looking at Monroe.

He nodded, but didn't make a move as he caught Rachel's gaze. "Thank you, Bass."

Charlie watched the moment that passed between them, but ignored whatever it was as Rachel turned and went inside to start getting answers from their prisoner. She had always planned on going inside too, but the sorrow on Bass' face propelled her down the step and towards the wagon. "I'm sorry about Connor."

"Are you?" he asked, turning on her in an instant. His eyes went wide as he realized how close she was.

Her arms hung at her sides, twitching at the ready for the first sign of danger as they always were. She stared at him with that look of being in constant amusement. As if she was always laughing in the face of danger.

"Of course I am," she replied, her blue eyes shimmering from the light of the moon. "Why would I not be?"

"You would be happy if Connor were gone. I destroyed your family and now mine is gone; turn about is fair play right?"

With a smile on her face, she shoved him. His back hit the wagon with thud and he stared at her with blazing eyes. "For the record, yes, it is about time you experienced some loss."

"Don't talk to me about loss," he hissed.

"Fine. Connor's still out there. There's still a chance."

"What do you know you're just-"

"There's still a chance," she repeated, the smile leaving her face. "Unlike my father who your men slaughtered in the street for disobeying you. Unlike my brother who your men gunned down with a machine gun from a helicopter as you desperately tried to hold on to your throne." She took a step closer to him, annoyed by the way he didn't cower. "If turn about was fair play I would have returned the favor and took Connor from you, but I didn't."

She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her arm to keep her there. She whipped around, her eyes going to his hand first then slowly rising to his face. Something passed between them as they stared at each other, silently battling wills. The air changed and Monroe cleared his throat while Charlie pulled her arm out of his grip and walked away.

They would be leaving soon, but Charlie wanted to do a lap around the building just to make sure they were still clear. She also needed to clear her head from whatever had just happened with Monroe. Her steps were slow and her eyes were staring off in the distance, but her mind was going over every encounter she had ever had with Monroe. Other than the dark stuff from the beginning she focused on when she met him in New Vegas and saved him from Luke. It was during that adventure that something changed between them.

She stopped moving and leaned against the building in a spot that kept her perfectly shroud in darkness. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the images of her father's body in her arms and her brother being ridden with bullets became replaced by Monroe saving her from would-be rapists. Since then there had been several moments like the one that had just passed where she could feel the pull between them. Even with all the evil he had done, the age difference, and the fact that she had slept with his son... Even after all of that, there was still something there that was trying to pull them together.

There was a shift in the air and Charlie moved with ease. She sprung forward, pulling the knife from her belt and opened her eyes to see Monroe standing in front of her with his hands in the air in mock surrender. She sighed and lowered the knife. He watched as she returned the weapon to it's holster at her hip and then stared at him with that infuriating smile of hers.

"I'm sorry," he said as he lowered his hands.

"That's a first," she replied, returning to the darkened corner to lean against the rough brick exterior.

His head tilted to the side. "That's all I get?"

She shrugged. "It was overdue." She had heard the truth in his words as he said it, but she wasn't a hundred percent convinced yet.

He took a step forward and Charlie tensed as the gap between them closed. "In all seriousness, I really am sorry," he said. She saw the way his expression softened and the deep breath he took. "I'm sorry that I lashed out and for all the other things I did."

She nodded, not sure exactly what to say. He was sorry, but it still didn't make what he did in the past any less terrible.

"I know you're sorry about Connor and I appreciate that. You lost him too in a way."

"It was a one time thing," she replied. "Like I said, there's still a chance he'll be back. He wasn't waiting for you when you got back, he isn't dead or fighting with the Patriots."

"No, he's fighting with Neville." Charlie's eyes widened. She had not been expecting that. "He ambushed me at the rest stop. They wanted to kill the president and tried to kill us both in the process. I managed to lock them in the shed and get here, but barely."

Instead of repeating herself, Charlie simply nodded and straightened her stance, pushing herself away from the building. Even moving that inch or two brought her closer to Monroe than she realized and she saw the way his eyes flickered from her gaze to her lips and back again. Her lips curved as they began leaning in towards each other, but Monroe stopped short, his hand paused in the air as he reached out to touch her.

"This is wrong," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Thought that was your forte?" she returned, holding her ground.

He shook his head and took a half step back, turning to look away from her, running a hand through his hair. "Rachel and Miles will be ready to leave soon."

"Okay," Charlie said and shrugged as she began to walk past him towards the front of the church.

She barely made it past him before he muttered something under his breath and wrapped his hand around her arm to pull her back. In the time it took her to blink, Charlie found herself captive between the brick wall of the church at her back and Monroe's front pressed against hers. His lips covered hers as his hands went to her hips, his fingers going through the loops of her jeans to pull her closer. She cupped his face with both hands to hold him in place as she kissed him as fiercely as he kissed her.

There was so many emotions rolling through her as their mouths moved as one, their bodies molding against one another in perfect unison. She could feel his arousal through their clothes as he pressed closer than she thought possible. Her fingers sank into his hair and clenched as their kiss intensified. His hands unlatched from her jeans, one of them going behind her to slope over the curve of her ass while the other rose to cup one of her breasts. He never thought he would touch her like this, nor did he ever think she would let him. The fact that she seemed to be enjoying his touch made him nearly lose it right then and there.

Both of them went absolutely still as the sound of a branch snapping hit their ears. Her eyes opened and she looked around to locate the source of the noise, her heart skipping a beat as she saw soldiers approach them. "Patriots," she whispered against his lips.

Monroe pulled away from her and both of their arms went up to let the soldiers know they weren't going to fight. Six men approached them from all sides, their guns aimed and at the ready. "Get inside," one of them demanded.

Charlie and Monroe obeyed, turning to go into the church using the front entrance. Rachel and Miles looked up as they entered, the Patriot soldiers following them closely with guns trained their way. There were already men inside the church, men who had the other two Mathesons on their knees and President Davis on his feet, looking smug.

"We found them out back," one of the soldiers said. Miles looked up at Monroe and then slid his glance to Charlie. He narrowed his eyes, but said nothing as the two were led to Rachel and Miles. They were forced to their knees beside them and looked at Davis, waiting to learn their fate.

"Well I'm glad you're all here. The most feared and deadly people in all America about to die at the hands of the very people they rebelled against."

"Is this the part where you reveal your evil plan and then kill us?" Charlie quipped.

"Charlie!" Rachel hissed at the same time a soldier came up behind her and hit her with the butt of his gun.

Charlie's face hit the floor of the church and blackness clouded her vision. She could hear the distant sound of a scuffle, but she couldn't see anything. She knew her eyes had closed, she could feel her lashes on her cheek. Once the world stopped spinning, she opened her eyes slowly and then pushed herself back to her knees. Rachel and Miles were looking at her with concern so she nodded, hoping they would understand she was fine. It was when she turned to look at Monroe that she the wild fury in his eyes. The moment their gaze locked he seemed to calm down. As usual, they understood each other without saying one word.

"Next time you speak, I'll have them shoot you before you finish your sentence," Davis threatened, looking at Charlie coldly. Knowing it would be wise to be silent, she took a deep breath and stared at him silently. "Well, I guess there really is no point in not saying anything. You're right, kid, I am going to kill you. Might as well get some satisfaction in telling you what I'll do next knowing the four of you won't be able to stop me."

Monroe noticed the way Charlie's body tensed as Davis called her a kid and he made a mental note to never call her that. Come to think of it, the only person he had ever heard call her that and not have it be a bad thing was Miles and he could understand that. Charlie was young, but she was definitely not a child. Monroe did a double take as he caught Miles staring at him, staring at Charlie. He didn't react as he drew his attention back to Davis as he gave away his plans for staring a war between Texas and California. The Patriots would wait it out and then sweep in to pick up the pieces and start anew.

"And now that you know, I think it's time to say goodbye." He looked around to the soldiers. "Shoot them," he demanded and smirked. No one moved for a long moment. "I said shoot them!" Davis yelled.

Slowly, the soldiers adjusted their aim until all guns were pointed at Davis. "Sorry, they're not really Patriots so they don't listen to you," Miles said as the four of them got to their feet.

Behind them, a door opened and in came the old Texas General with Charlie's grandfather. "I have to hand it to you boys, I really thought you were bullshitting me and I was walking into a trap. Guess I'm coming out of retirement after all," he said as he approached Davis. "You're going to love Texas prison," he said before pushing the president to his knees.

Charlie turned around to the solider that had been behind her. It was a rather large man that worked as a blacksmith, posing as a Patriot soldier as per their premeditated plan. She smiled at him before balling her hand into a fist and striking him right in the jaw. He went down, dropping the gun in the process, and Charlie said nothing as she walked out of the church and climbed into the back of the wagon, settling in for their journey to Austin.