So I was asked where the whole ass and hole thing came from, my husband and I. We have this thing where we got back and forth. Alright, so let's see where this story goes shall we?

Jason watched Charlie and Onyx talk and laugh. They seemed to have their own language, and he didn't really know what it was. They finished each other sentences and with a look they began to laugh. Onyx kept eyeballing Bass, trying to figure out why he was even there.

"Miles you have to except that she is growing up. She is not a little girl anymore. She is now a woman who prefers to wear barely there shorts," Bass was enjoying this way too much.

"What part of shut up did you not understand?" Miles couldn't believe his niece was dressed like that.

"I can hear you two," Charlie called over her shoulder.

Jason seemed like he was having trouble focusing on her. He was used to it in New Vegas, but here she was going to draw attention. She and Onyx hadn't even changed clothes. They had packed and headed out the door. Putting out the 'Help Wanted' sign in the window for Donny on their way out. They had grabbed their clothes and threw everything in their packs. Jason had been surprised when Charlie had grabbed her crossbow from under the bed. He thought that she would have sold it or given it away.

"So, are you going to tell them?" Onyx whispered.

"Not yet, they will find out soon enough," Charlie smiled over her shoulder at the rest of their group.

"Yeah, they'll notice 100 men when they come knocking on Willoughby's door," Onyx hissed.

"Well, as long as the men stick to the woods like they were instructed, then we won't have any issues," Charlie hissed back.

"Well, the men still only know you as Roxy James. How do you think they are going to react that their leader is really Charlie Matheson?" Onyx kept eyeing the guys over her shoulder.

"Think they are plotting against us?" Jason was walking side by side with Miles and Monroe.

"No, they are most likely talking about clothes and boys," Monroe was watching Onyx closely, there was something that he didn't trust.

"Why would they plot?" Miles was eyeing Onyx as well.

"Something about Charlie has changed. She is different somehow," Jason was trying to figure it out.

"The men will be fine. It's Monroe that I don't trust. He is up to something, I know it," Charlie hated being right when she had a gut feeling.

"Well, all I know is these Patriots won't know what hit them," Onyx smiled.

"Yep, first Willoughby, then we move town by town. Are you ready for this?" Charlie looked at her best friend.

"Yes, we agreed that we need to wipe them out," Onyx smiled back.

"We can't afford to take any prisoners, I don't want to run the risk that they will regroup," Charlie kept looking back at the guys.

"Jason, you may have a point. The girls are up to something," Monroe knew in his gut that Onyx had to be the one behind all of it.

"Yeah, but what?" Miles was watching Onyx's body language for any clues as to what she was up to.

"I say we stop them and question them right now," Jason began to speed up.

"Whoa, there nipples," Miles grabbed Jason's shoulder and pulled him back.

"Miles is right, we need to plan this out. If we go in there right now they won't say anything," Monroe watched to make sure that the girls hadn't heard them.

They made camp a few hours later. Jason was waiting for a time to get Charlie alone to talk to her about what she and Onyx were up to. It came when Charlie said she was going to scout the area. Miles nodded when Jason had suggested that he go with her.

"So, what do you want?" Charlie had figured out that he had wanted to talk.

"What makes you think that I want something," Jason looked over his shoulder at her with an expression she couldn't really make out.

"Well you either want some alone time, but nine times out of ten, you only want to scout with me to talk about something. So, out with it," Charlie shot back a look of her own.

"What are you and Onyx up to? I mean, I can tell something is going on Charlie. I want to know," Jason couldn't believe how bold he was about it.

"Well, if you want to know then, you have to answer me one question. You have to be honest with me about your answer. No games, no crap answer either," Charlie stopped and crossed her arms.

"Deal," Jason imitated her but decided to do it while leaning against a boulder.

"What are we? Where are we going with this?" Charlie pointed between her and Jason.

"That's two questions, but I will answer both of them," Jason smiled.

"Well?" Charlie came to within a foot of him and motioned for him to continue.

"I know that I want us to be more than just two friends. I want to be there for when you need a shoulder to cry on and for when you need to hug someone while jumping for joy. I want to be the one that you turn to when you need someone to watch out for you. I want to be the one that holds your hand when you have to stand up to the Patriots. Charlie, I want you, all of you. I want to be the one that lies down in bed with you at night. I want to be the only one for the rest of our lives. That's it in a nutshell," Jason shrugged.

"That's a pretty big nut shell," Charlie smiled.

"So, did that answer your questions?"

"Not the 'what are we?' one," Charlie looked at him quizzically.

"Well, then let me clear that one up right now. I want to be an 'us,' I am the guy that is going to answer to the title of Charlie's boyfriend," Jason kissed Charlie.

"I think that about clears it up," Charlie smiled.

"Now, you're turn," Jason motioned for her to continue.

"Well, while in New Vegas, I sort of became a warlord. Warlady?" Charlie was trying to figure out her official title.

"Wait, you became a warlord? How and why didn't you tell me in New Vegas?" Jason looked at her baffled.

"Well, I sort of united all the bouncers for the casinos minus Gould's. Now I'm over one hundred guys. Onyx is my second in command. These guys trust me and I am the one that pays them well. I get ten percent of whatever the casino gets a night. I give my guys half. They know me as Roxy James, but I think more really know who I truly am. They are leaving Vegas tonight and are going to be joining us in Willoughby. They won't be seen but they know that if we don't fight these guys then we are going to be screwed," Charlie decided that leaving out the rest of her plan was better.

"Ok, well, then all the questions have been answered. Let's get back to the others before your uncle decides I need to die," Jason wrapped his arm around Charlie's waist.

"Listen, go ahead. I'm going to change clothes. I'll meet you in a minute," Charlie patted her pack.

"Sure," Jason kissed her cheek and made his way back towards camp.

"You can come out now," Charlie knew they had been spied on.

"Why didn't you come out with the rest of the plan to him?" Onyx held the pack open while Charlie got her clothes out.

"Because the less he knows, the less he will try to convince me that I am doing the right thing," Charlie took off her shorts and grabbed the pants that Onyx was handing her.

"Well, he will find out sooner or later. Don't screw it up with him Charlie," Onyx shot her a worried look.

"I wont but, I have to look at the fact that what I plan on doing is something that isn't going to sit well with him," Charlie zipped up her pants.

"Well, you are bringing back the Republic. I'm just hoping that Monroe doesn't get any bright ideas," Onyx handed Charlie her boots.

"Well, that is where you come in dear girl," Charlie smiled wickedly at her.

"At least he's cute," Onyx smiled the same knowing wicked smile that Charlie had.

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