Completely loving the second season. I love Charloe so much it hurts. I so desperately need them to have more screentime, I hope we get it.

Anyway, here's my take on their chemistry when Charlie isn't trying to kill him. It's a little humourous and you can tell that they're attracted to each other. I couldn't help it.

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They've been walking for longer than either of them can reasonably count. Neither really cares to measure, anyway, all they know is that it's been a really fuckin' long time. Bass could probably go a little bit longer but Charlie is starting to stumble and the kid is too much like Miles to own up to it. A little quirk of a smile works it's way onto his face, something that happens a little too often with this girl around, and finally he says, "It's getting dark."

Charlie stops immediately but doesn't turn to face him right away. "Wow, I hadn't noticed. You must win everyone over with your massive intellect."

He walks around to face her himself since he knows she's not going to. His smirk returns when he sees her already familiar excuse me, bitch face. "Sweetheart, if you want to be won over you just have to ask."

Charlie's bright blue eyes narrow and her following scoff once again reminds him of Miles. "You're disgusting." She throws down her crossbow. "And we're staying here tonight."

Reverse psychology still works on them then, he thought with yet another self-satisfied smirk. Anyone looking would think he was crazy...or happy. And honestly, Bass isn't even sure which one is worse anymore. "As you wish." That particular remark earns him incredulous laughter, which is definitely a step up from disgusted scoff.

"I'll take watch," She says as she almost daintily props herself against a tree. "You can sleep."

Now, it's his turn to laugh incredulously. "Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"Do you want me to answer that?"

Bass decides to ignore that particularly smartass remark, Charlie Matheson is full of them, no use getting worked up over every single one. "You're not taking watch."

Charlie rolls her eyes and huffs, "Why the hell not?"

His expression somewhat softens, "I don't want you leaving in the middle of the night."

"Well, I don't want you slitting my throat while I sleep so I think I win." She retorts.

He walks slowly to where she is propped against a tree, making sure to account for her usual skittish movement, but to his surprise she doesn't move a muscle. Bass gets as close as he dares, keeping their bright blue eyes locked, wanting her to know he's not lying. "I'm not going to hurt you, Charlotte."

There's a brief flash of vulnerability in Charlie's eyes before she collects herself enough to push him away, astutely ignoring the firm warmth of his chest, growling, "My name's not Charlotte, Sebastian." She bends down to grab her crossbow before striding away.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"To get firewood, don't wait up."

They both know he will.