(First of all, I'd like to point out that this is alternate universe/alternate ending for Charlie Walker. I realize a lot of it's highly illogical, but guess what? It's my fanfic. And it's an M rated one, so it's supposed to have the element of sexual tension and danger within. And to anyone who might say my oc is a mary sue. Trust me, she's not. More will come out about her later on.. This is NOT a love at first sight thing. If it seems that way, it's not. It's more of a lust at first sight, love later thing.)

( And trust me.. It's not just going to be some sex filled fantasy, though this is sort of a fantasy, if you want to look at it that way.. There's going to be plenty of bodies piled up during the course of this, mostly people I make up that they encounter as they make their run for it.)

{CHAPTER 3}

The hotel loomed ahead, and so far, for the better part of 4 hours, it'd been nothing but almost continuous silence in the Mustang as they took turns driving. Mostly Charlie watched her when she wasn't looking, trying to figure her moods (the back and forth parts) out for himself. Feeling eyes on him, he looked over at her as the light they were stopped at went from green to yellow, then red.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, I just.." Ophelia started, biting her lip, falling silent as she stared out the window at the rain as it hit the windshield. To be only about noon on a Saturday, it was already pretty humid, and she fanned herself with a book she'd stolen a few towns back as she looked at him and said "It's hot."

"It is." Charlie agreed, for lack of anything else to say, really. "What're you reading?"

"Just some book. I think it's supposed to be a romantic book, truth be told, it's kind of creepy and I'm wondering why in the name of God I even bothered to steal it." Ophelia muttered as she lie the seat back a little, continuing to fan herself with the paperback. "Are we near any sort of water?" she asked as he looked at her, brow raised.

"Why?"

"Because it's hot, and I feel like taking a swim." Ophelia said casually, as she watched him eyeing her suspiciously. She sighed, hurt that he'd think she was going to make a run for it, or turn him in, after what they'd talked about before leaving her grandmother's lakefront cabin.

"You sure that's all?"

"If it weren't, Charlie, don't you think I'd have turned you in at that last gas station we stopped at, when you went into the bathroom?" Ophelia asked firmly, as she leaned against the seat, looked at him, sighed, the hurt look crossing her eyes only briefly. Charlie thought it over, then admitted, "Yeah, but.."

"No buts.." Ophelia insisted as she looked at her GPS and then said "There's a lake. Doesn't look like it's anywhere public. It's only 3.5 miles from us." as she looked at him with begging eyes.

Charlie chuckled and then said "Okay, alright, fine."

"That's what I thought." Ophelia said as she smirked, then wiggled out of her t shirt, revealing a bikini top beneath. Charlie choked and Ophelia raised her brow as she asked, "Something wrong?"

"No, not really, it's just.."

"Oh come on.." Ophelia said as she stifled a giggle and he glared at her a moment. The more time he spent with her, while making his getaway, the more he realized that she seemed to be happier the further they both got from Woodsboro.

They'd been on the road for almost three days now, and he'd actually began to wonder if the cops were even going to look for him, they had to have figured something by now, right?

Sure, he thought Officer Riley was stupid, but not that stupid.

The exposed skin and her smile, the teasing wink actually put him in a better mood, and he looked at the GPS, then set it's course to the lake she'd mentioned.

Parking when they reached the lake, he turned to her and then leaned in, kissing her. "Looks like we're completely alone.."

"It does, doesn't it?" Ophelia asked as she looked at him for a moment, biting her lip, her lips tingling from the heated kiss just now. She leaned in again and raked her hand slowly through his shaggy hair, causing him to growl almost primally as his lips attacked her lips, his hand gripped her hip, pulling her almost over the car's console.

"Mmm." Ophelia muttered as she melted in his arms grip and then mumbled next, "So.. Let's go cool off, shall we?"

The sound of another vehicle pulling up, and a siren had them both looking at one another in horror. The police officer got out of his car, walked towards the Mustang with the fogged up windows as he swore to himself about teenagers and their innate ability to find anywhere really, to screw. He knocked on the window, and the female sitting in the driver seat gave him a startled look as she held up a sandwich and said "Just eating sir." with a slight smile, a bit of a playful twinkle in her eye.

"Hurry it up. No loitering." the cop reprimanded as he let his eyes roam over her slowly. Ophelia licked her lips as from beneath the blanket Charlie was hidden underneath, his hand made it's way (out of sight of the cop, of course) up the lower part of her stomach slowly before veering even dangerously lower, and the cop gave her a wink then asked, "You're not from around here, are ya?"

Charlie growled to himself beneath the blanket he'd grabbed and thrown over himself quickly in the backseat. The old man was seriously going to do this? Hit on his girl with him hidden in the backseat?

The man studied the 18 year old's license and then handing it back to her said "You see a boy hitch hiking who looks like this," as he brandished a flyer with Charlie's picture on it, almost making her gasp and go pale, freak out because she suddenly realized just how deep they were actually into this now, before he continued to speak saying, "You don't stop and pick him up. He's a bad kid, he's killed some girls in some pissant town in California."

Ophelia nodded obediently, and then quickly rolled her window up. Charlie surfaced and when the cops cruiser was out of sight, he hopped the front seat and said with a quiet and somber tone, "They're onto me, aren't they?"

Biting her thumb, Ophelia sat and thought for a moment and then said "They are.. But let me think, I might be able to get us both out of here and out of this mess."

"You can't fix this, O." Charlie said as his hand laced in hers, his lips grazed her knuckles slowly and he said with a smile, "But I'm glad you care enough to try. Nobody really has before."

"Shh.. I'm thinking.. If they're onto you.. Then it's not a good idea to take any more main roads to Mexico than we have to.. On second thought, Mexico might be too close, even."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Mexico's a good idea, but.. It'll be the first place they look, Charlie. And I'm not going to let them find you."

"Even though I murdered a few people?" he asked in shock, blinking. "Why do you trust me?"

"Because.. If you were going to kill me, you'd have done it the second I figured out you were faking your death the night you got out of Kirby's house. The next reason is incredibly fucked up for me to even consider, but, Love is blind.. And I kind of love you.. Even though I know exactly what you're capable of.." Ophelia said without looking at him for a moment, mixed emotions at her having let the 'truth' out, told him how she felt.

She really should have ran that night she'd seen him on the side of the road, but as she said.. No matter how fucked up this was, she couldn't make herself hate him. Which lead her to wonder just what exactly was wrong with her.

Charlie squeezed her hand and then kissing her once more said quietly, "I'm sorry your swim isn't gonna happen." as he looked at her, leaned in, kissed her forehead.

The heat was on them now, he had to wonder if they were going to make it through all this to somewhere safe, and if they did, would they make it, together?

Or would he wind up having to kill her? Or send her away to keep her from being killed..

In a thoughtful voice, Ophelia asked Charlie, "Baby? Do you have a passport?"

"Umm, no.. Why?"

"Because I have this feeling that if we're gonna stay alive, stay together, we're gonna have to do things.. And we're gonna have to get as far away from the United States as we can.. Preferably to a country with no extradition process. Or one that takes so damn long that by the time they can extradite you, and me possibly, we're too damn old to stand trial."

He blinked, impressed and Ophelia blurted, "Too many crime shows." as she shrugged, started looking into other countries.

"What about Brazil?"

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea, babe." Charlie said as he added, "How about we decide when we stop to sleep tonight?"

"Good idea. We can look at some other countries too. I wanna stay in one that's near an ocean.. I've always wanted to surf and just lie around on the beach all day.."

Charlie snickered and then muttered, "That could be interesting." as his eyes roamed over her small and curvy body slowly, almost in a hungry way.