"You know honestly, I never thought you'd be back." He admitted, pulling her closer to him. "Did you ever find him? Monroe I mean." He asked.

"No" She was not in the mood to talk, she just wanted to sleep, but she had to admit she kind of liked this guy, and if she wasn't Miles's niece she might could see herself settling down in a town like this, with a guy like Jeff.

"Charlie can I ask you a question?" She nodded, shifting a little so she could see his face. After leaving Monroe with an arrow through his chest in the woods she had come back, found Jeff and wound up in his bed again. "Why were you looking for him anyway, the man is a lunatic?"

"Its personal"

"Wait you know him personally?

"I.."

"Wait you weren't his girlfriend or anything right?"

"Are you serious? He's twice my age."

"Well I mean, what else explains why you would know him personally?" She shouldn't tell him, but she wanted to trust him, really just wanted someone to confide in. So what the hell. She decided to live by a new philosophy. When you have no one left, tell random strangers all your secrets.

"The name Miles Matheson ring any bells?"

"Yea general of the militia."

"He's my uncle" She watched his face for a reaction.

"You're serious." He said amazed.

She nodded "Yea I actually met Monroe when I was 6, he came with Miles to visit once. "

"Didn't your uncle try to kill him?" He asked.

"Yea, and I'm going to finish what he started." Jeff sat up quickly, looking at her.

"You were trying to find Monroe so that you could kill him?"

"Yea, listen I don't really feel like talking about it."

"Ok that's fine, I get it" he said laying back down and pulling her towards him.

They laid in silence for a few minutes before, "You found him didn't you?" his fingers grazing gently over the three sores on her shoulder.

"Yea I did"

"Did you kill him?"

"No, I couldn't." she sighed.

"Couldn't or Didn't?"

"Monroe killed my family. My dad and my brother."

"So why didn't you?"

"I don't know"

"Monroe killed my father too." She barely heard it, but she did. "My mom told me how my dad was going to enlist in the army, the United States army, and she didn't know how to tell him about me, so she let him leave without knowing I existed. But then after the blackout he eventually became Militia. My mom said he was the best soldier the republic ever had, but then Monroe betrayed him and killed him. I, uh…. Never got to meet him, and he never knew I existed."

"I'm sorry. Stories like yours are why I want to kill him, somebody should while he's weak."

"Now you sure sound like a Generals niece." He chuckled. "Listen, I've made peace with what Monroe did to my family. Speaking from experience, revenge will never satisfy you. It won't bring back your brother, or father. All it will do is chip away at you until you have nothing left but an angry, cold and empty heart."

She was listening, feeling worse and worse that she couldn't let go of the anger she held towards Monroe. "That is why I came to the plains nation in the first place, because after I left the militia, all I wanted was to start over, forget all that Monroe had done. Here people don't want power or money, they just want to live, be free, to start over."

Charlie's breathing had steadied and he knew that she had fallen asleep. Jeff didn't know what to think of this mysterious girl, but if he could help her, he would, because she made him want to live again like nothing in a while had, and she was a decent person, he could tell. She just had a lot of baggage, but so did he.

…..

"Charlie" Jeff called her name, and she opened her eyes looking around. She shot up when she saw Monroe holding his gun to Jeff who was standing across the room in his boxers.

She pulled the sheet up to cover herself "Monroe put the gun down." She saw that he had a nasty wound from her arrow on his chest.

"You shot me Charlotte. That wasn't very nice, was it?"

"What do you want?"

"Agree to lead me to Miles and your mother, or I'll kill him."

"Fine then I guess you're going to have to kill him, because I'm not taking you so that you can kill Miles."

"For the hundredth time Charlie, I don't want to kill him, I want to help them and I need his help."

"What do you need his help for? Rebuilding your republic?"

"Finding my son." Monroe's remark left the room completely silent. "If the "US Government" is coming after me than I at least want to meet him, once, before they execute me."

Charlie was deep in thought when Jeff turned and clocked Monroe over the head. Monroe punched back and Jeff, out of practice, stumbled back.

She jumped up from the bed, taking advantage of this moment to grab Jeff's shirt and throw it and her underwear on, then she rushed over to stop the fight. She managed to push herself in between them, but Monroe didn't stop, and, aiming for Jeff, hit Charlie in the face.

"Charlie I'm sorry, the guy hit me for no reason, I.." Monroe started, but Jeff cut him off. "You son of a bitch, you threatened to kill me and…"

"It's what she told you." Charlie stopped them both from speaking.

They both stopped and looked at her. "What?" Monroe said.

"It what Emma told you, before she died, right… that you had a son. That's why you stepped away from her." She said holding her eye. Monroe nodded.

"Who's Emma?" Jeff asked still breathing heavily, his interest piqued.

Charlie knew this wasn't a good idea but she also knew Monroe was right. These people were dangerous and she needed to warn what was left of her family. On the other hand, Charlie believed that he was telling the truth about his son, and wanting to find him. Even though she thought she would never believe anything he said, for once she did. And for all those children that would never get a chance to see their parents again, she had to do this. If not for Monroe, than for his son.

Charlie was for some weird reason considering taking him to Miles when she remembered that she was standing in front of Sebastian Monroe without a bra on. "Alright, if I go with you, there are two conditions. One, no killing, and two, he goes too" She stated pointing at Jeff.

"Whoa wait, I thought I signed on for sex, not following you into a possible war. I left the Militia, a long time ago. Plus, if you don't kill him I probably will." Jeff contested.

"I thought you were done hating him, and wanting revenge for your father." Charlie reminded him.

"Yea well that was before he tried to kill me." Charlie grabbed his arm and pulled him aside.

"I need to do this, for my family, and for Monroe's son. Don't you think he deserves to meet his father? Monroe may be a monster, but at least the child would know that his father wanted to know him. But I still don't trust him. I need your help."

"So you don't trust him, but you trust me. You've known him longer." Charlie didn't respond. She just turned back to Monroe.

"Ok were in, just give us a second to get packed." She sighed.

"Wait I didn't say I would go." Jeff retorted.

"He'll go." She reassured Monroe.

"Ok" Monroe said throwing up his hands. Then he turned and started to leave the room, but turned at the last second, "But Charlotte?"

"Yes"

"Stop trying to kill me."