In this chapter, we go back to that one moment in that high school, we see more from Bass and...Charlie has a dream...a very intense one...

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You came back

His body still felt like hell, and all Bass wanted was to get out of here, and find his kid.

His first and only thought was that Miles had to be fucking kidding him , when he had gotten word to him that he was going to be the one who had to babysit Staypuft and his girlfriend or whatever the hell she was.

So, here was. Stuck with Stay puft. The days before felt like a blur. He remembered Miles ,Rachel. Charlie. Somehow one of them had decided that his miserable life was not going to end with a lethal injection. With a flask of booze in his hand, which he gotten from Stayputf, he tried to find the answer which one of them had saved his ass.

He might have an idea, but the thought of her giving a damn whether he lived or died, was one hell of a joke. His hand went over his face, his hands craving more booze. He was supposed to meet them here, but there was still no sign of him. They were waiting on a damn boat in a boatyard just outside town where he had met Staypuft earlier this day. He fought of three kaki assholes before he realised he actually needed to sit down, making him wonder how much of the damn drugs were still in his system.

When there was another attack from those assholes he decided he was completely done risking his own ass for a fucking nobody like Staypuft. Those patriots wouldn't kill Aaron, but he was not sure he could say the same thing about himself. And he swore, he needed, wanted, ached to find a part of him, his blood, out there.

He was done being ordered around, Hell, Miles hid his son long enough, he needed to find him. He did his part. He got up, while behind him both Staypuft and Cynthia were facing men in kaki, and moved into the forest behind him, on his way to Miles.

Screw this, he was fucking out of here.


Charlie. The lush forms of her lips, her blue breaking through the mist. He had tracked them down, and once he had worked his way through those patriot assholes who were ready to make a move, she was standing right in front of him.

Her eyes on him, filled with relieve, and something else that fascinated him. Her lips had parted a little bit and he could not help but notice them for just a second. It wasn't the first time a thought occurred to him that should not be there in the first place. Fuck, she was Miles niece. Only thinking about what he just did could cause him to lose some body parts he really liked to Miles' sword.

That sobering thought snapped him right back to reality. They needed not to be here anymore, fast. When he growled at them to go, without even truly thinking it through, he stretched out an arm to her, to Charlie. Locking eyes with her for a moment, waiting on her to move and making sure was right behind him, before he turned around and his mind was back to focus on their way out.


They found a safe house. He had to listen to Miles giving him crap about leaving Stay Puft behind. To hell with that. When Miles nodded to get out of hearing range from the woman, he showed him his arm. The infection was spreading through it. He could not believe his god damn ears when Miles told him that if he did not stay, he would never help him find his kid.

Miles looked like hell, and the moron needed a doctor. But here they were, apparently putting their asses on the line for Stay puft. The look on Miles'face told him there was no way in hell he would tell him were his son was, before this was over. God, he was so sick of this. Time was running out, and every fibre in his body screamed to get to him, to his son. But he new this stubborn moron, he knew him almost his whole life and even sick and miserable, Miles would not breake, would not change his mind.

Bass turned around, walked over to Rachel and Charlie, Rachel's eyes already waiting and piercing in her bitching way. Charlie's eyes more explorative.

'Let's go and find Staypuft.' He let another sight through his teeth.


Their search for Aaron lead them to an aboandoned school, the halls and classrooms deserted. Another haunting memory of a life long ago. Empty buildings, empty schools. The classrooms messy, drawings on the walls, maps still there as a silent reminder of what was before the blackout.

Charlie had no doubts anymore, something was seriously wrong with Miles. He was holding his right arm to his chest, a grimace on his face. When this was over, she wouldn't wait anymore, and confront him. Her uncle could be stubborn but hey, so could she.

For now, she focused on the task before them. They had split up, and of course, she had ended up on team Monroe. They were almost back to back, going through the east wing of the school, one classroom at a time when she whispered Aaron's name.

A sound from another hall reached them, and they both got out of sight as fast as they could. Monroe ended up on the other side of the hall. She sneaked into a locker room as she tensed up for whatever would come next. She locked eyes with Monroe. And that was the moment when she saw it in her eyes. No. There was a challenge in his eyes, combined with a dark wave. No. She tilted her head, her eyes locked with his. Before he actually moved she realised what he was doing. The asshole checking out. He shot one look at the door behind him, an old emergency exit sign above it, before he turned around, kicking the door open with one of his boots.

Charlie knew she had to think fast when footsteps and deep muffled voices were coming her way, voices and footsteps that obviously did not belong to her mothers or Miles. Her mind moved fast. The lockers. She squeezed her body into of them. Leaving just enough space in the semi dark for her and her own thoughts.

Arrogant selfish son of a bitch. All those weeks on the road from Vegas to Willoughby with him, she had waited and waited for him to screw up, so she could justify another attempt on his life. But he never did.

And at the exact moment she stopped wanting for him to screw up, when she let her guard down just a little, even saved his sorry ass from that execution, he screwed her over.

She was going to kill the son of a bitch, once she made it out of here in one piece.


Bass had looked at Charlie, when she had tilted her head to the left, giving him a questioning stare from the other side of the hall.

So after babysitting Aaron, he had found himself in another mess he fucking did not ask for. Surrounded by Mathesons, who had all tried to kill him at some point, risking his own ass because Miles, the asshole, had decided he had to jump through yet another hoop, before he would tell him where his son was. Hell no. Enough was enough, he was done. He was out of here. He shot Charlie one last look and kicked the door open with his boots.

He covered quite some distance, but her face, the damn look on her face was not letting go of him. Fuck. Charlotte. Her face sharply appearing in his mind. He was sure it was her that saved his ass, from the lethal poison. It was Charlie who, for whatever fucking reason, had found something in him worth saving. So what the hell was he doing here? Damn it. He was beyond irritated that she had gotten under his skin. Fuck, he had to go back.

When he reached the hall again, a kaki son of a bitch held Charlie against the wall, his hand firmly on Charlie's throat. Another patriot was not far way. He slit that bastards throat and watched how she herself took advantage of the distraction, killing off the patriot that had threw her against the wall. Her fighting style reminded her of Miles, but there was something in there that was just pure Charlie. He could not take his eyes away from her.

Charlie took a weapon from the floor, her breathe still slightly out of control. Right now he was prepared for everything, unsure what she would do.

'You came back,' The smallest of sigh when she looked at him and spoke, taking him in. There was no loathing, no fury, like he had expected.

He could only look at her. He was trying to find some words. He came back, somehow his mind had decided he could not leave her behind. And this time it had nothing to do with Miles, nothing to do with the fact that if she died, he would never find out where Miles was, , like when he saved her from those monsters at that bar.

Another sound, followed by another group of patriots marching their way.

'Go, Go,' he grunted in her direction, wanting them to move as fast as possible. He covered her when she passed him , running together for cover.

And when they found some cover, engaged in an heavy fire fight, he searched for her eyes, and found them. The moment only lasted one second, but it was still there, the weird connection between them. God damn it, this girld could fight.

The fight ended abruptly, when they watched in absolute shock how the remaining patriots bursted into flames. He could see how Charlie was trying to make some damn sense of it all. He himself had seen it before, when Staypuft did the same with the patriots earlier.

The smell of burnt flesh and smoke filled the school. Charlie did not know what the hell happened, but they needed to find Miles and her mother.

They started to walk past the burned body's, and Charlie was fighting against the impulse to throw up when the horrible smell of burned flesh met her. They walked in silence, but Charlie was very aware of Monroe being close to her.

'It was you, right?' Bass had been looking away from her when he had asked the question, but when she stopped walking, he turned towards her. Charlie knew what he was talking about. She had been wondering if he would ever mention it, going back to that painful day of the execution.

'Yes,' Her tone was calm, her answer simple.

They stood there for a moment, blue finding blue. Charlie almost took one step closer to him. It was only when a completely devastated Aaron crossed the corner, she realised what she had just almost done.


It was one of those dreams. One of those dreams that would keep Charlie company for a very long time after waking up. One of those dreams that made her wake up and had her doubt if it was reality or not. When Charlie woke up, her heart was racing. Her skin wet with sweat. Her cheeks flushed. She still felt his hands on her, she could still feel his eyes burning into her eyes. Charlie could still taste him on her lips.

She kept her eyes shut, wanting to connect with the feeling and the images from the dream as long as she could as she still was on the edge of sleep and being awake.

She had been exhausted when she finally got some sleep the night before. When they had found Miles, unconscious in another classroom, they had rushed him back to her grandfather. The stubborn idiot had the fantastic idea of not telling them about his infected hand. Instead he had waited until the infection had started to spread and knocked him out completely.

An absolutely gutted Aaron had told them that Cynthia was gone. It was hard for Charlie to watch him, watch him when they had buried her. She did not know the details, but Horn had shot her. She did not have the stomach right now to ask him about what happened. Miles was getting better and stronger, returning to the Miles she loved seeing most. Slowly she was able to relax a little. Well, relax might be the wrong word. She could not stop thinking about the moment Monroe came back for her. The look in his eyes, the deep look that still made something in her stomach flip.

Made her question what he had wanted to tell her. The memory of fighting together was strong. The eye contact they made, the moment where she almost took a step towards him. It should not bother her so much.

She called herself to order before sleeping, and felt lucky at how exhausted she felt. Sleep would take her away from that school in moments. But why, even with her back turned to him, did she know exactly where Monroe had settled down for the night? She could picture him, even with her eyes closed.

Sleep did pull her away from the school, but a dream brought her back to a familiar empty swimming pool. The one where she woke up after trying to kill Monroe.

'Rise and shine', she heard the deep familiar voice from Monroe.

She felt the rope against her wrists, her hands and waist tied, her body against one of the walls from the swimming pool. She looked to her right. Monroe leaned against the other wall, his body casually finding support from that wall. One of his legs up, feet resting to the bricks. His legs a little bit wide. So casual, so relaxed but so full of strength and energy. His eyes were not relaxed, they were filled with hunger. Deep hunger. But his body seemed calm.

Charlie realised when he took a step forward, that this time, there were no ropes to keep him in his place. She was very aware of her body, tried to get loose, but the hold of the ropes were stronger then her wish to get out. Keeping her in one place. This time, she was the only one that was tied up. When Monroe reached her, she noticed how tall he was. How broad his shoulders were. How the muscles of his body were flexing.

He did not touch her yet but brought his mouth next to her right ear.

'So, Charlotte, it seems like we meet again.' His voice raw and deep.

Slowly, ever so slowly he tangled some of her hair through his fingers and let it fall back on her shoulder. He was good at this, Charlie noticed before there was no way of thinking clearly and coherently. She could feel his breath against her skin. There was no fear, she was surprised how he was so full of power but how ready she was to give over control. She wanted to let go and disappear in the feeling that was building up in her core. Her body betrayed her, she was already getting ready for him. There was literally no fighting out of this one, but she did not want to either. Charlie wanted Monroe, she wanted him.

Without words he kissed that perfect little spot on her neck. And then another kiss, this one more raw. Followed by a little bite. His body was leaning into hers, without crushing her, with perfect pressure. Charlie could not help herself and just had to push her hips towards him. Her hands wanted to grasp his shirt but Monroe's hands pushed her away. There was so much want in her body, but it had no place to go. It only build up more tension deep down in her stomach.

His hands went from her wrists to her arms and then wandered off to her stomach. They disappeared under her tank top. She moaned. And moaned again when he found her breasts and cupped them.

His deep blue eyes filled with hunger drove her even more crazy. He brought his lips to hers, and when he held her breasts, Monroe kissed her with the same hunger as Charlie saw in his eyes. The kiss was deep, his tongue everywhere.

And just when she thought she was going to explode, she felt how hard he was. Pressed against her belly. He stopped the kiss, his blues intensely holding her gaze. His hands started to move. Monroe placed one of his hands next to her head against the wall and leaned in a little. The other one went lower and lower and untied the button of her jeans. He let his hand slip in her panties and found the perfect spot. His movements so well directed,

She was wet, ready and was not sure if her legs were going to give out. The skin of his fingers felt rough to her skin when he started to rub her. There was pressure. He took his time. Slowly he rubbed her, never losing eye contact with her. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers in.

Charlie was not able to think anymore, her body only wanting one thing, one man. Monroe. Him. Her whole world turned around his body, his hands, his eyes and movements. He brought her to the edge, but then stopped. It gave her a jolt in her stomach.

Next thing she was aware of, were his fingers, still wet from her, around her wrist. Monroe loosened the rope just enough so she could move a little. He did not touch the rope around her waist.

Without a word and with one last look of lust from his blue eyes, the same lust that must have been reflecting in her eyes as well, he turned her around. With one flowing movement he took her pants together with her panties down without effort. She felt the night air around her skin. She heard the sound of a zipper, fabric moving and then felt one hand, one strong hand around her waist . He shoved her against the wall, her hands against it now for some kind of support. Charlie knew what was going to happen. She needed it, wanted it. Wanted it in a way she never thought possible. She felt how he slowly put the head of his cock against her entrance. He waited.

'Monroe' she moaned. Saying his name out loud, with him being so close, feeling his hard head against her skin was the most insane erotic moment she had ever had. She just wanted to say his name over and over. 'Monroe.'

With one thrust he was in her. She heard a low deep growl coming from Monroe, almost enough to make her come already. Monroe held her close, his scruff against her hair, his breath close to her ear. His other hand found his way back to her breast. He was everywhere. He picked up the pace, and kept thrusting in her. She felt her orgasm building up and with one deep thrust she had to let go. She came around him. Her whole body disappeared in that one moment. She felt how he lost control as well. His body falling towards her back.

It was what buzzed in her mind when she realised the wall of the swimming pool and Monroe behind her and in her were disappearing into a dark night, a cold floor and her sleeping bad around her. The feeling between her legs still so fierce that she touched herself, she had to. She kept her hand in her soft panties for a moment before the realisation of the dream hit her. Her breath slowing down, returning to being awake.

All of a sudden the intensity of pure pleasure and lust changed into a feeling of being worried her dream wasn't a silent one, or a motionless one. The moans from moments ago still somewhere in the back of her throat. His name still on her lips.

The feelings she felt in her dream for this man, for Monroe, for his tall body filled with strength, for his skin, his scruff and his eyes completely overwhelmed her. Where did this came from? Her body was still full, full with thoughts of him. Full of him.

And then she saw Monroe move from the corner of his eyes. He turned away from her. Did he turn in his sleep? She listened to his breaths but she knew it was pointless, this man was able to fake sleep. She knew him well enough to know it did not mean anything to hear him breath the way he did. This dream, this intense unexpected dream. She already knew without having to think it through that she was in a lot of trouble, so many feelings in her fighting for being heard. Reason fighting with passion.

But if Monroe indeed had been awake when she was in that intense moment back in the swimming pool, there was a possibility she was even in more trouble. She was thankful for all the hours that separated her and sunrise. Separated her from having to face Monroe. Separated for what Monroe's eyes might tell her, or not tell her.


Thanks for reading! About feelings for certain people...the mind has a way to find a way through right? Dreams dreams dreams.. :) Thanks again for reading! Love from Love