A/N: Ok, i know I've basically been AWOL for forever, but school and college apps have been the death of me lately, not to mention a horrible bout of senioritis with a dash of lack of motivation and paranoia. so instead of working on my doctor who fic like i should be doing, i've been writing a lot of one-shots for various TV shows that i watch.
this is just a little fic that i thought up of a while ago based on the show revolution (which is on in like a hour (whoop!)) and focuses mostly on Mile and Charlie. for the record this isn't really supposed to be a Charlie/Miles fic or a Marlie or Chiles fic or whatever the heck their ship name is, but if you tilt your head a little it can be. yes i am aware that that's incest and yes i am aware that it is kind of wrong, but honestly anyone who's ever been to the supernatural section knows that this is really not the worst out there, so don't like, don't read and get over it.
this will be a two shot, maybe a three shot, the other parts will come soon...ish. also, for anyone who watches the show, i know that in a previous episode that the gang actually did fall in a river while being chased, but this was started long before that, so it's not an AU or anything like that.
also later chapters will be shameless miles whump. don't judge me i love it.
welp, enjoy! R and R too! more reviews = quicker updates!
Charlie's breath burned in her throat. Her lungs were aching, and the sound of gunfire echoed behind her. She and Miles were supposed to be a distraction for the militia, while Nora and Aaron helped the resistance, but to be honest the plan had been easier in theory. Now they were running for their lives along the steep edge of a river, with the militia nipping at their heels, and gaining fast.
Charlie looked over her shoulder to see how close the militia were, and to confirm that Miles was still behind her. But her foot slipped over the edge of the ledge, and with a startled shriek, she fell into the raging waters of the river below.
"Charlie!" Miles yelled, skidding to a halt. He watched as his niece was washed back down stream the direction they'd come. She bobbed around erratically in the rushing water, unable to keep her head above for more then a few seconds and a time. His head whipped around as the militia came crashing around the bend, guns at the ready, and aimed at him. He looked back between the river and the militia, and ultimately decided that it was better to get wet then to be riddled with bullets. "Damn it," he cursed, and with a running leap, jumped in after Charlie.
From beneath the surface of the water, he could hear the muffled sound of gunshots, but he was quickly swept away by the current. He broke the surface of the water with a gasp, fighting to keep his head above water.
"Charlie!" he called, looking for any sign of her.
"Miles!" he heard her cry a few yards downstream.
Miles began to swim with the current, speeding towards Charlie, who was struggling to stay above water. His limbs were numb from the cold, and he was slowly loosing energy.
Suddenly, the river sped up. Normally, the river would have been a few feet higher, but with the approaching autumn, the water had fallen below its usual levels, creating a hazardous group of rapids, which both Miles and Charlie were now both speeding towards.
Miles gasped as he was thrown violently against the rocks. He spun around in the water, trying to keep himself off the rocks, but to very little avail. Water tried to fill his lungs as he was repeatedly thrust under the surface. He lost sight of Charlie, who had spun off another direction.
He managed to grabbed hold of a rock, the water spinning around him. He scanned the river in front of him for any sign of Charlie - a cry for help, a flash of blonde hair, anything.
"Miles!"
He whipped his head around, searching for Charlie. He found her near the middle of the river, clinging to a branch that had gotten lodged amongst the rapids. Her hair was plastered to her face, and she looked scared, but otherwise she seemed to be in one piece.
"Just hold tight, I'll come to you," he told her.
She nodded and tightened her grip on the piece of wood.
With a grunt, Miles moved sideways against the current. It took nearly all his strength to fight to get from each rock, but slowly he made his way across the river to Charlie. He gasped as he cut his hand on a rock and lost his grip. He was caught in the current again and thrown against some rocks.
"No!" Charlie cried.
Miles managed to lift himself up on another rock, gasping. His whole body hurt. Charlie was now upstream from him; it would be impossible for him to fight his way back up to her in his state.
"You're going to have to let go," he called, repositioning himself on the rock. "Let the water carry you, I'll catch you."
"Are you sure?" she hesitated.
"Trust me."
She looked back at her branch, the only thing keeping her above water and out of the crushing current. If he missed, if he didn't catch her, she would be surely swept away and break her neck against the rapids. But her branch was weakening with every passing minute, soft from being in the water for so long, and she couldn't hold on forever.
"Ok," she said looking back at Miles. She scaled along her branch, easing herself back into the current. She looked back at Miles, fear hiding in her eyes, and let go.
She was sucked under immediately. She clamped her eyes and mouth shut, letting the water carry her away. Time lost all its meaning, seconds felt like minutes, and she began to panic that Miles had indeed missed her and that she was flowing right to her death. She opened her eyes, which were assaulted by the cold water of the river, blinding her. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, and she was quickly running out of air.
Suddenly, there was a strong arm around her waist, and the air rushed out of her lungs. She gasped as she was pulled above water, blinking to clear her vision, gripping her new lifeline.
"I got you, I got you," Miles assured her, ignoring the vice like grip she had on his arm.
He held her to him, keeping her out of the current. They were together now, which was better, but they were still stuck in the middle of the rapids. Miles looked around for a way out. They were too far from either shore to swim there, and the rapids just kept going…
"Miles?"
He looked down at Charlie, who was looking up at him with scared, tired eyes.
He sighed and looked back at the river. "We're going to have to ride it out," he said.
"What?"
"The water's got to smooth out eventually," he said. "If we just ride through it we should come out the other end in one piece."
"Should?" she asked incredulously.
"It's the only plan I've got, Charlie," he exclaimed with frustration.
She looked back at the river with hesitation. "Ok," she said.
They waded back to the edge of the current. Charlie looked at it with a twinge of fear. Miles looked at it with disdain.
Miles turned to Charlie. "Whatever you do, don't let go," he ordered her.
She nodded and gripped tight to the shoulder of his shirt, pressing herself to him. He wrapped his arms around her and looked at the river.
"Big breath," he told her, and plunged them both in.
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