Disclaimer: don't own Revolution.

Author's note: sorry about the horrible spelling in the first chapter. Apparently spell-check is disenabled it's self from my computer and I haven't figured out how to fix it. Please bear with me. Also thanks for all the support; I think this is going to turn out to be a good little fic.

The glare of the sunlight bouncing off the waterfall jerked Bass out of his sleep. Looking around it took him a minute to remember why he was in a cave. He panicked when he glanced down and didn't see Charlie. Standing up, he grabbed his riffle and walked towards the entrance of the cave. His eyes raked the banks of the small river up and down until he saw her. Releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding he trudged out of the cave towards Charlie. Her back was to him. He had half the mind to walk right up to her just to scare her and maybe teach her a lesson but he didn't have the chance. The second his feet stepped out of the cave towards her, she was up gun raised and aimed at him. Damn she's fast, he thought.

Bass raised his hand up a little to show her that he meant no harm. Charlie couldn't help but raise an eye brow at the sight of General Monroe, most feared man alive had his arms risen in surrender. Once she was convinced he really meant no harm she put her gun down. Bass noticed this. He dropped his hands when she lowers her gun, but she didn't put it away, smart girl.

She went back to sitting on the bank cleaning the shirt that doubled as a bandage for her arm. She didn't tense when he took his seat next to her and began to wash his hands.

"So do we have a plan?" she asked him.

"Yeah, we have to get off the main road." "The militia will come back and look for us again." He told her. She nodded in agreement.

"Why are they after you anyway?" Bass asked her. "They are acting on Tom's orders now, and if he was still working with Miles they wouldn't try to kill you." "And yes I knew Tom was working with you and Miles." he finished.

Charlie just looked up at him with a, you really don't know do you look. "What?!" he demanded, losing his patients. "I thought maybe he would have told you." she said quietly. Though the look on Bass's face was all the evidence she needed to know that he didn't.

"Neville blames me for losing his good favor with you." "He left the Militia to find Jason." Only he found Jason with me and Miles and Nora and the rebels." Bass just shook his head, "I never thought I would see the day where Miles would join something as helpless as the rebels."

Charlie laughed, "That's exactly what he said." "Miles almost killed him one night." She said.

"hmp, I wish he would have." Monroe said as he washed his face.

"Yeah me too." Charlie said quietly as if she didn't want Bass to hear.

"Because of your dad and Danny?" Monroe guessed.

She looked down and fumbled with her hands. She didn't want to tell him. Not one person knew about what he did to her that night, and if she couldn't tell Miles she wouldn't tell Monroe.

Bass knew something was seriously wrong. "Charlie, we are going to be spending a lot of time together." "If you have something to get off your chest you need to go ahead and do it."

"He raped me." She said quietly, her voice was so broken. "He is trying to capture me because he knows that if Miles finds out he will kill him."

"Was he still Militia when it happened?" Bass asked her quietly.

She looked over at him a silent why? in her eyes.

"If he was still militia when it happened that means it happened on my watch." "He was one of my most trusted men." "I would have never ever, ever, authorized that kind of behavior out of my men, you believe that right?" he asked her, his eyes desperate. Charlie if you believe only one thing out of my mouth believe this.

"Yes." She said shortly. Bass just looked at her.

"Yes, he was Militia." She Clarified. "Don't ask me to trust any you say to me Monroe." "You haven't got that yet."

Bass nodded his head understanding where she was coming from. "And you don't have to worry about Miles trying to kill him because I will take care of it the next time I have the displeasure of his company." Monroe stated. He scuffled to his' feet and offered a hand to help her up. She didn't hesitate to let him help her. Bass bit the inside of his cheek. Maybe he was closer to earning her trust than he thought.

They had decided to take a longer route to Philly in order to keep away from Militia. After about four hours into their journey they were dieing. It was about 92 degrees and not a shade in sight. Charlie began to fuss with her hair trying to tie it up, but was having no such luck with a busted shoulder. She sighed in defeat and mumbled something about cutting it all off. Bass couldn't help but chuckle at her stubbornness. He could tell how she and Miles got along so well.

"Here let me he offered," raising his hands as if to touch her hair.

Charlie stopped in her tracks and looked at him. Eyebrow raised in confusion.

Bass just rolled his eyes and spun her around, careful of her shoulder. He combed his fingers through it a few time to get the knots out and make it lay straight. Then he sectioned it off and tightly French-braided it down and off her back when he got to the end her twisted it up on the back of her head like a bun.

"Hair tie please." He asked her politely. She silently handed her the rubber band from her wrist and he secured it strongly.

"There." He said stepping back and nodding at his handy work. Charlie turns to face him and raised her good arm to her head to feel what he had done.

"You really shouldn't use these bands you know; they will destroy your hair. He stated.

Charlie couldn't help but bust out laughing. Bass just stood there until she sobered and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She let out a breath, "Wow haven't laughed that hard in a long time." Bass just shook his head, "Care to share what you found so amusing?"

"Sorry, sorry it's just strange, seeing the General of the Monroe Republic fix my hair better than I can and then give advice on how to care for it," she smiled shaking her head.

Bass perched his lips like he was going to say something and then changed his mind. Charlie thought that she had offended him in some way and muffled a apologize and walked ahead of him.

It was silent a few minutes until Bass spoke, "You're truly a different person than I originally thought." "You are so much stronger than the rest of your family." "If I didn't know any better I would say that you are a carbon copy of Miles."

Charlie just nodded her head in agreement. "I wasn't always this way." She said. "When mom left she made me promise that I was to take care of everyone, mostly Danny." "He was extremely sickly as a child," she detailed, "Had extremely bad asmah." "I all but raised him." "Dad loved us, but he didn't know how to relate." "I was so stubborn, I pushed him on everything." "At the age of 12 I was ready to run away from home walk to Philly and demand an explaining from my uncle why his republic would come and take our food." Charlie shook her head at her own stupid self. "Dad had to all but lock me in my room."

Bass smiled, "I had a sister like that." "My dad skipped out on us when we were little and mom was a drunk so I had to raise my two little sisters."

Charlie nodded; this was not news to her. Miles had told her a little about Bass's troubled childhood. "Is that were you…?" Charlie pointed to her head. "Yeah, they wouldn't even brush their hair and the teachers would ask questions about home, so I taught myself how to fix woman hair."

Charlie giggled she could picture a little blonde headed boy trying to fix his sister's hair.

Lost in their conversation the pair didn't hear the people behind them until it was too late. Charlie swung and took one of the men out with her gun. While Bass clocked one out with his fist, but it was no use there was too many of them.

Bass was in and out of conscious as the men dragged him and Charlie towards what looked to be an abandoned airport. They were going to have fun getting out of this one.

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