Rachel watched Miles and Charlie from a distance. They were standing on opposite sides of a table looking down at an old set of blue prints. The latest target for the rebels was a militia munitions factory. Unfortunately this factory was very close to town, so the challenge was destroying the building without taking out the entire town. Miles had insisted that Charlie be involved in the planning. His reasoning, she needed to learn in order to survive. Rachel couldn't hear what they were saying but judging by their expressions and mannerisms it was intense. Each pointing and talking, going back and forth. She was struck at that moment by how alike they were. They way the stood, their mannerisms hell even their facial expressions were alike. God it was only a matter of time before they figured it out. She was amazed they hadn't already. Surely Miles suspected.

Rachel closed her eyes and thought back on the decision she made all those years ago.

It was a few days before her wedding to Ben. This was supposed to be the happiest time of her life. But as she stared at the two very pink lines on the stick in her hand, all she wanted to do was cry. How on earth could this have happened? How the hell could she have let this happen? She tried to blame it on the stress of planning a wedding, but deep down she knew that was a lie. For the past few months she had been having an affair with Miles, her fiancé's brother. She knew it was wrong and that it couldn't last. He didn't love her, not the way she wanted or needed to be loved. No matter how hard she tired she just couldn't stay way. She was drawn to him in a way she had never felt before. It was wrong, she knew it, but she let it happen anyway. Now she was pregnant and Rachel knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Miles was the father. This was going kill Ben.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Ben's voice in the hall.

"Honey I'm home!"

Rachel hid the test at the back of the bathroom cabinet and met Ben in the kitchen.

"Okay I've got the tuxes, the favors and confirmed the D.J. Miles you have the rings right?"

Rachel looked up to see Miles rooting around her refrigerator.

"You guys have to get better beer," he said as he pulled out a bottled and opened it up. "Yes Ben, I have the rings. Nothing is going to get in the way of your big day."

Miles' gaze settled on Rachel and she almost thought she saw pain in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe they had a future. Maybe he did love her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Ben.

"I'm just glad it worked out that you won't ship out till after the wedding. I'd hate to be without my best man."

"You're being deployed?" Rachel gasped.

"Yep two days after the wedding. While you guys are honeymooning in Hawaii, Bass and I will be on our way to Afghanistan."
"How long will you be gone?"

"Don't know, six months, a year, forever…"

Before she could respond Ben's phone went off. After a short conversation he hung up and looked at Rachel. "I have to go in to work for a little bit and finish a few things before I enter wedded bliss. I'll be back later tonight."

He gave her a quick kiss and headed out the door. Rachel stared at Miles. He was leaving. He was going off to war and he might not come back. She would be all alone. She couldn't take that chance.

"It's time to end this thing Miles. We both knew it was temporary. It was a fantasy. It's time to go back to the real world. I'm getting married and you are going to Afghanistan."

"Rachel, don't." Miles stepped closer to her, put one hand on her shoulder and the other caressed her face.

Rachel looked deep into his beautiful eyes and waffled for an instant. God she couldn't breath. She took a deep breath. It may be the wrong decision but it was the one she was making. He could never know. She stepped out of his embrace.

"Rachel is what you really want?"

"Ben loves me.."

"I love you, and you didn't answer my question."

"It doesn't matter. I've made my choice. I choose Ben. Goodbye Miles."

Miles leaned in and gave her a fierce passionate kiss, but before Rachel could loose herself one last time, he pulled away, turned around and walked out the door.

Rachel's fingers touched her lips as she remembered that last kiss they shared in her apartment all those years ago. She looked into the tent at Miles and Charlie. He was standing next to her now his hand on her shoulder while he explained something or other. She still couldn't reconcile the man she knew before the blackout with the general he had become and then to this man in front of her.

Rachel had been so sure she made the right decision, especially after what Miles had turned into. But now, watching him with Charlie, she wasn't so sure. When he was general he was heartless and cruel. With Charlie he was protective, caring, loving in his own way.

An unexpected wave of jealousy swept over her. Why now? Why couldn't he have been that man when she went to him and Monroe all those years ago. Why didn't he protect her. Why didn't he save her from Monroe? Why wasn't she enough? Why couldn't she be the one to change him? Rachel immediately felt guilty about the direction of her thoughts. She shouldn't be jealous of her own daughter and her relationship with Miles. But it was happening more and more and it was affecting her relationship with Charlie. What little relationship they had.

Rachel hated to admit it but Charlie was all grown up. She didn't need her anymore, maybe she never really did. Charlie needed Miles. She needed her father. He was the best person for her. He could see her through what was coming. Rachel knew what she needed to do. She couldn't save Danny, but she help Charlie the only way she knew how. That was to leave and level the playing field. She had to turn the power back on. Her mind was made up, the only lingering question was if she would finally tell Miles the truth.

Before she could make up her mind the group emerged from the tent.

"We have a plan." Miles announced.

"Will it work?" Aaron asked.

"Sure." Miles answered looking annoyed.

Aaron turned to Charlie and she shrugged. "I'd say more like 50/50."

Miles glared at her.

"Well that's better than usual." Aaron smirked. "So what's the plan?"