A/N In the first chapter I did say that this would be a two part story but I have extended it to three because of more ideas :)

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It wasn't fear that Charlie felt when she looked at Captain Jeremy Baker. It was pure panic and anger that filled her insides and threatened to overflow and force her to squeeze the trigger and kill him. Charlie couldn't let him take Miles but she also couldn't just kill him without knowing how he found out about them and what his plan was?

Plus Charlie was pretty sure that he had troops lurking outside.

In the six months since Charlie had last seen Jeremy Baker he hadn't changed on bit. His dark caramel hair looked darker in the poor lighting off the cabin. Its longer length had been swept back by the wind and his hand. His body still framed in the stiff Militia uniform and a silver gun at his hip. Jeremy smiled and once again the action was smooth and sarcastic. "I haven't seen you since we killed all of your rebel friends; but I must say you're looking well Charlie. All grown up and the body to show for it!" He took a step closer and Charlie took one pack, her eyes glowing with hatred. "Stay where you are captain! I will kill you."

Jeremy laughed. "Oh I have no doubt that you will but don't make things harder on yourself. You must know I have this whole place surrounded and if you kill me they are going to take you alive and give you to General Monroe who will make your life hell."

Charlie smirked. "And if I let you live, then what? I get a happy ever after."

"No Charlie. General Monroe is still going to punish you but with me still breathing he may just go easy on you."

Those were her two options. Either she kills Jeremy and gets tortured or let him live and have a lighter round of torture. Both options would lead her down the same dark path.

Taking her mind of the uncertain future she asked the question that had been burning deep inside of her. "How did you find me?"

Jeremy lightly laughed and stepped back to gently lean against the wall. "Ah the million dollar question. Well for starters the entire Monroe Militia thinks you're dead."

"That was the point." Charlie calmly spoke as her aim never wavered from his heart. One false move and Jeremy would leave this world instantly.

He jabbed his finger in the air a couple of times towards her. "And it worked you clever girl. Then a few days ago I receive a report from an off duty solider that claims to have seen Charlie Matheson."

Charlie felt sick. This was why she hated the world because out there, there was nothing but broken people living broken lives. The world had once again screwed her over and she had now failed Miles again. Would they leave him here to fade away? Or would they make her watch as they killed him?

"Then after that we sent a few men undercover to look for you and during that we met the lovely doctor here who promised to give you up and in exchange she would be left out of the Militia."

Charlie allowed her eyes to move away from Jeremy and over to the one person she had considered a friend. Grace looked away in shame, her hands gripped together tightly in front of her. Charlie had no words to give her because in a way it was her own fault. Miles had told her time and time again that you could trust no one, because in the end everyone has their own agendas and ways of thinking. A long time ago Charlie had been ignorant of what people were really capable of and now in her weakness of needing a friend she had been played. Miles was right. He was always right and once again she had been taught a tough lesson.

She looked back at Jeremy to find an arrogant smile lighting his face. The anger continued to grow because Charlie hated how his arrogance was justified seeing as he held all the winning cards.

"I must admit without Grace's help we may have moved on. No one had heard of a girl named Charlie but people knew someone named Charlotte Howarth. That lead us to Grace and here we are. The gang reunited." He crossed his arms and pushed his head back against the wall, all the while keeping his eyes on Charlie. "Shame Miles isn't here. I miss the guy!"

Charlie's heart froze with hope suddenly being within her grasp. Jeremy and the whole Monroe Militia didn't know Miles was alive and in the other room. She kept her face straight and her breathing calm. She was going to allow Jeremy to take her where ever they wanted because the further they got from here the better. Then maybe she could find someone else to take care of Miles. Maybe Nate would help her.

Accepting her fate didn't scare Charlie but rather calmed her. She had lost nearly everyone she ever loved or cared about and as long as Miles was alive it didn't matter what happened to her. Maybe he would wake up and come and rescue her.

"So Charlie are you coming?"

The first time Charlie had laid eyes on Jeremy he had been tied to a chair. Even though he could have been killed at any moment, he kept on smiling and laying on the charm and sarcasm. He had been the person to reveal to her the man Miles had been and in some ways still was. The second time Charlie had seen Jeremy he was killing rebel after rebel with a glint in his eyes and victory written all over his face. Now he was here to take her to her fate.

Charlie took a deep breath and for a moment allowed the silence of the cabin to engulf them all. She wished that Miles would wake up and come breaking down that door to kill every last solider. To take her back into the fight against Monroe and his Militia. But that was a fairy story and she was in reality.

With one final silent moment she lowered her cross bow and dropped it to the floor. " I'm coming." She said while raising her hands in surrender and biting the inside of her lip as Jeremy smiled and pulled out a pair of heavy metal cuffs.

Jeremy enjoyed the slight sound of pain slip from her lips as he tightly secured the cuffs around her small delicate wrists. "Right let's get out of here because I'am starving!" Charlie filled her eyes with hatred as she looked at Jeremy who chose to smirk and lead her outside. As the all stepped outside of the cabin Charlie was bathed in warm sunlight and the smell of fresh lake water on the breeze. Just as Jeremy had promised there were a handful of armed Militia soldiers waiting outside for them. The men's faces were neutral yet stern in the way they looked at her. They all knew exactly who she was and they were all going to enjoy seeing her suffer in the hands of their President and General.

As Charlie was being prepared to be loaded onto a wagon a voice called out for Jeremy. "Captain!"

Charlie felt anger when her eyes rested on Marcus and all he did was nod his head and smile. "Good to see you again Miss Matheson."

"My gut was right. I knew there was something off about you."

Marcus shrugged his shoulders. "Then next time follow your gut and don't let me in."

Oh how Charlie wished she had her crossbow in her hands. One quick shot and she would end his very life, but instead her hands were painfully bound in hand cuffs.

"Hurry up and say what you have to say. I suddenly have a craving for eggs." Charlie had no idea how a man could be this cheery all the time. But here Jeremy was with his hands on his hips, head titled as he waited for Marcus to speak.

"Captain. When I was in the house previously I noticed one door heavily locked and felt that Miss Matheson was hiding something important."

Charlie tried to remain calm but her heart began to pound heavily against her chest and she feared they could all hear its beat. "It's just where I keep my weapons. There have been thefts in the area and I can't afford to replace them." It wasn't a lie because Charlie had chased off a few thieves while she had been living here.

Jeremy smiled and adjusted the sleeves of his heavy military coat. The thick green material faded from dried mud. "Now I'm inclined to believe you Charlie but my dad always used to say never trust what a woman says. Oh wait your Uncle used to say that to me." He laughed and shook his head, his eyes finally falling back on Marcus. Lieutenant as the kids would say, let's check it out!"

That's when the real fear over took Charlie. She could not and would not loose Miles.