A/N I'am a massive fan of Revolution and I'm eagerly awaiting its return.

Am'I the only one who cried when Miles said to Bass that they weren't family? Seriously Miles don't lie because we all know you can never stop caring about Bass (And I refused to believe it)

Anyway my fan girl rant is over, so on with the story...

DISCLAIMER I do not own Revolution or any of the characters. This story is just for fun :

Miles Matheson was the one person Charlie had left in the world and she refused to let him go. It didn't matter that her parents, Danny and Aaron were now dead because she had Miles to hold onto and Charlie would never let go.

If only he would just open his eyes.

It had been six long months of quiet living for Charlie. If she closed her eyes she could still hear the sounds of battle cries, swords clashing and guns blazing. Her only link to that rebel life she once lived was the cross bow she used each and every day. In her isolation Charlie had become an expert shot and could take any animal down in her hunting trips. Charlie used the meat for food and to trade with the local village that she only ventured into when she was desperate for supplies. Charlie told herself that she preferred being alone and that she hated the people and busy town. In truth she was afraid that if she strayed too far Miles would wake up or he would finally stop breathing… that thought terrified her.

Charlie had failed Miles, and she told herself that each and every day. Six months ago Miles had lead an attack on one of the storage facilities that the Monroe Republic used to stock pile weapons. Since Miles had agreed to head up the Rebellion their numbers had grown and they had become a force not to be underestimated. There had been many successful attacks and there had been a time when it seemed they were close to winning.

Then everything fell apart.

The information they had intercepted had been false and the Monroe Militia had torn them apart. Charlie had watched in terror as her friends were killed brutally without mercy. In the chaos and blood bath Miles had remained calm and fought off countless solders to protect Charlie and Nora.

"Nora take Charlie and get out of here!" Those were the words Miles had screamed as he killed one soldier after another. His hands were covered in blood and sweat caked his skin, but he still continued. Charlie had fought against Nora's hands begging to stay and help but Miles insisted and Nora kept dragging.

The Militia had been unforgiving in their treatment against their once mighty General. Charlie had watched in terror as Miles was tossed through a glass window, the shards tearing at his flesh as he fell. Once his body had hit the muddy ground below it was Charlie that and Nora that dragged his still body to the cover of trees. It was Charlie and Nora that watched as their companions gave up the location to the rebel base and it was Charlie and Nora that were unable to get back in time to warn everyone.

Charlie could still see the piles of bodies strewn like forgotten dolls across the floor. It was the empty eyes of her mother and brother that still haunted her dreams. Danny and Rachel's bodies had been laid in the centre of the massacre with a piece of paper saying 'we always win!' Charlie had never screamed so hard.

The Militia had taken everyone Charlie had ever loved but Miles still remained. The force of the fall had put him in a deep coma that everyone said he would never wake up from but Charlie refused to believe that. As long has his heart was beating there was still hope.

Nora stayed by Charlie's side for as long as she could but eventually hope wasn't enough for Nora, so she had left pledging to continue the battle in Miles' name. Charlie wanted to hate Nora for giving up but she knew that going back to fight was Nora's way of coping with Miles' condition; so Charlie had watched her friend walk away to stay by his side.

The house Charlie and Miles lived in was an old hunter's cabin that was nestled in the thick woods and was a stroll away from the lake. The cabin had two small bedrooms and an open planned kitchen and lounge. Anything of value had been stripped away but Charlie had managed to fix it up and turn it into a warm home. Maggie would be proud.

Each day Charlie was up before the sun had fully risen to check on Miles. Charlie hadn't had a full night's sleep since her families death and her every thought fell back to Miles. There were some days that Charlie just suddenly panicked and would run into his room thinking he was dead; but Miles was breathing and happily sleeping just like each day that had since passed. Charlie actually had a routine and it allowed her to forget about the world and the people outside of her haven. Miles care was Charlie's priority and that came first each and every morning before she ate herself and went hunting.

Every week a woman named Grace would come by the house to check on Charlie and Miles. Without Grace, Charlie knew Miles would be long dead. Grace had been the one to stabilise him and successfully insert a feeding tube into his body. Grace was the one who told her what food and liquids to prepare and how to give them to Miles. With her help Charlie had learnt to keep his muscles strong and his feeding tubes clean.

Grace was a very good doctor and had managed to keep her profession hidden from the Monroe Republic. At first Grace had refused to help Charlie on the grounds that keeping a coma patient alive was too risky given the lack of technology. Charlie had begged her until she couldn't utter another word and Grace eventually gave up and treated Miles. It had been hard and there were days when Charlie thought she should just give up but then she remembered all the promises Miles had kept and that it was her fault he was in this mess.

Life was quiet and simple for Charlie but she would live it all the same. Nora never came back and with each passing day Charlie knew she would never see her again.

Charlie walked into Miles' room and pulled open the curtains allowing the warm morning sun to fill the room. "The sun is shining and the chickens have finally laid eggs which means…" Charlie sat on the edge of Miles' bed and brushed a loose stand of hair from his face. "We get to have any type of egg you want for breakfast. And when I say any I only mean scrambled or fried because it's all I can cook". Miles laid still, the soft skin of his eyes lids unmoving but Charlie didn't see his sleeping state any more because in her mind he was awake and begging for fried eggs.

She smiled and gently kissed his cheek before starting her morning duties. Charlie stood up and checked on the bag that collected his bodily fluids. It was full just like every morning and Charlie proceeded to remove and clean it just like she had done a hundred times before. It was messy and it smelled but it was a part of keeping Miles' clean and healthy.

After changing Miles' clothes and bed sheets Charlie began Miles weekly hair trim and shave. Charlie knew that when he woke up Miles would want to look his best and while she was caring for him he always would.

Walking into the kitchen Charlie began to prepare the special food mixture to feed Miles. A sudden knock sounded on her door and the sound reminded her of the unwanted outside world. Steeping away from her task Charlie picked up her loaded crossbow from the table and aimed it at the door. "Who's there?" she said in a loud voice as she continued to creep closer to the peeling red wooden door. Grace was the only person to venture up here because she was the only person Charlie allowed. Charlie craved isolation because it was safer that way. She had Miles to take care of and far as the Monroe Republic knew they were both dead.

"Sorry to disturb you, but I've been attacked and I don't know my way to the village." The stranger's voice added to her inner worries. Pulling back the frayed piece of material that covered the doors small window Charlie was faced with a man in his late thirties, the left side of his face covered in a blood. "Please can you help me?" His blue eyes begged as they stared at Charlie. She didn't want to open her door and help tend to his wound but her conscience were telling her not to be so cruel. She was fighting against her instincts that told her to keep the door closed and her heart telling her to help him.

With one hand Charlie gripped her crossbow tighter while her other opened all the locks and pulled open the door. Placing both hands back on the crossbow she raised it, aiming for his heart. "What's your name?" Her voice was confident and strong but inside she was battling what to do with the man.

"It's Mark and please my head is killing me." Charlie studied Mark for a moment taking in his dirty jeans and ripped black jacket. His black combat boots were caked in mud, the loose laces dragging against the floor of the porch.

"Charlie what is going on?" Grace came from nowhere and for a spilt second her fingers had almost squeezed the trigger on the bow.

"Jesus Grace! I could have shot you."

Grace pushed her black pony tail behind her shoulder and scoffed. "Charlie I know you're an expert with that weapon so I know you won't shoot your only friend with it." Grace skipped up the steps and stood by Charlie's side, watching the stranger stood on the porch. "Who's this guy?"

"Says his name is Mark and he needs help… what happened?"

Mark rubbed his eyes. "Got attacked by some thugs. They took my horse and all my stuff… please I feel really dizzy." Suddenly he swayed and Charlie dropped her bow in time to catch his limp body. Charlie instantly felt her body stiffen under the heavy weight of Mark but Grace rushed over and shared the strain by taking his other arm. Between them both it was an easy task to drag him inside, close the door and lay him on the sofa.

Charlie stepped back and allowed Grace to check him over. "Charlie go and get me a bowl of water, clean towels and my med kit from outside. I dropped it when I saw you". Charlie hesitated, her mind on Miles laying just a few feet away in the other room. She didn't like this stranger being so close to the one person she protecting.

"Charlie are you even listening to me? His head wound is deep and if I don't sew him up his going to die from blood loss!" She jumped to attention and gathered the necessary items Grace had asked for. Picking up her bow Charlie stood guard as Grace cleaned and sewed up Marks head wound. She didn't trust the guy and as soon as his head stopped bleeding he was out of here.

A lot of time had passed when finally Mark was fit for travel. Charlie had prepared a bowl of soup and a glass of water for him but was very eager to see him go. "You live alone here?"

Charlie didn't hesitate in her answer. "Yes it's just me. I like to be alone." She cast her eyes over to Grace and silently told her to not say a word. Despite Grace being much older than Charlie, she did as she was told. Grace had seen her strength and determination to keep Miles safe, so kept her mouth closed.

Mark finished the last mouthful of soup and as soon as he rested the bowl on the table Charlie was up. "Right I have things to do so I need you to go." Mark looked shocked by her words but in his eyes Charlie could see him searching for something to say. Charlie walked over to the door and flung it open. "As soon as you get to the end of the path, go left and head on straight. The village is just up ahead and there are people who can do more for you."

Mark stood and slowly walked over to Charlie. His stance was strong and his smile was cocky. "You have been kind so I will leave you alone." Charlie didn't bother with the polite goodbyes instead she was quick to slam the door as soon as he stepped over the threshold. She had things to do and she was already behind on her routine and daily tasks.

Dropping her bow on the table Charlie looked at Grace, who was cleaning her kit in the second bowl of clean water. "Do you mind helping me get Ben fed? It will be quicker and easier with you here." Grace was only too happy to help.

After Miles was fed and Grace had completed her medical checks, Charlie was ready to go hunting. "But I think I should stay and watch over Ben while you're out!" Grace was Charlie's only friend but even she didn't trust her with Miles' real name. As far as she knew the man in the coma was Ben Howarth her father and she was Charlie Howarth, a simple girl looking after her father. She couldn't risk the chance of Grace knowing his true identity if she was caught by the Monroe Militia.

Charlie smiled. "I appreciate all your help but I feel better when the house is locked up and secure." Grace looked panicked for a moment and tried to push her offer but Charlie declined once more and they both set off down the path. The further Charlie got from Miles' the more her harder her heart pounded against her chest. She hated leaving him alone but they needed the meat.

…

The sun had begun to soften in the sky when Charlie padded up the front steps of her porch. The hunt had been successful so it was another day of eating and living. Charlie's footsteps stopped and her breathing froze as she caught side of her front door ajar. The locks that had left secured were open, some padlocks strewn across the porch. Her crossbow was raised high and ready to shoot in an instant as she stalked towards the house. With each step her heartbeat painfully hit her chest, her worries reminding her that Miles' was alone and defenceless inside the house.

Slipping inside the house Charlie checked the surroundings and froze when she saw Grace sitting on her sofa. Despite seeing her one and only friend Charlie held her crossbow tighter and held her aim. "What are you doing here Grace? And how did you get in?" Her tone was strong but her fears were bubbling at the surface. Grace slowly stood up from the sofa, her eyes soft and worried. "You have to believe me Charlie that I didn't want to do this but I refuse to work for them!"

"What are you talking about?" Charlie was so confused but her gut was telling her that everything was going to fall apart, and it did with an old face from the past.

"It is so good to see you again Charlie, and may I say you look fantastic." His voice was arrogant and the smile made his eyes glow with victory. Charlie spun to fully face him and aimed at one of the people she had hoped never to see again.

"Hello Jeremy!"