Charlie and Connor were quickly making their way through the woods. They weren't sure exactly where Monroe was, so they went to where Mile & Charlie had met him before. When they got there, Charlie spotted his trail. He had done a good job covering it, but she was better at tracking than he was at concealing his tracks.

They spotted a small fire a ways through the trees. As they got closer, they could hear grunts. At first they thought it was a fight, so they sped up a bit. But once they got closer, they made out exactly what was going on. It was Duncan & Monroe, and they clearly weren't fighting.

At that exact second, Connor took a step and a twig snapped, Duncan & Monroe shot up and spotted Connor and Charlie. This was an odd twist of events seeing as Monroe had just spotted the two of them doing the same just a few nights before.

"Well, isn't this interesting," Connor laughed.

Charlie appeared hurt. Monroe read her expression clear as day. He had let her down, and he knew it. He jumped up and began gathering his clothes, but before he could finish getting dressed, Charlie had already darted back towards the house. Connor had let her go. He knew the thought of them disgusted her, so he knew that the actual site of it must've just freaked her out. If he only knew what was really running through her mind.

"Where are you rushing off to Sebastian," Duncan asked jealously.

He could hear the bitterness in her voice. "I'm not just going to sit here…like this…in front of my kid." He needed to convince her that Charlie catching them didn't bother him.

"Oh don't let me interrupt. I can come back," Connor replied with a sly smirk.

"What are you doing here, Connor," Bass asked as he continued throwing on his clothes.

"Gee, hi dad. Good to see you're well. I'm fine thanks."

"Connor, you caught me by surprise. I'm sorry you didn't get the reunion you expected, but I'm half dressed, so what do you expect." Bass couldn't believe what a little brat Connor was being. "Again, what are you doing here?"

"Well, you see, Jason & I we're out hunting, and we overheard a patrol discussing your good friendship with the Matheson's and how they saved your life and all." Bass just stared at him. "They know your alive, pops."

"Lovely," he replied. "Duncan, get dressed. Better we deal with this now."

She started to get up, but Connor spoke quickly. "Actually, Miles doesn't want Duncan to come. We don't want Tom & Jason knowing just yet that you're here with your tribe."

Duncan nodded, understanding completely why they needed to be kept a secret. As she made her way back to some of her tribe, she couldn't help but think of Charlie's reaction to seeing her & Bass. She knew she was right before. There was something going on there. She'd keep her eye on it for now, but she wasn't going to just hand Bass back over that easily.

—

Charlie ran as quick as she could. Trying with all her might to erase that image from her mind. It was bad enough knowing it had happened, but seeing it? She was hurt. She felt weak and vulnerable. She stopped for a second and thought. Why did she feel vulnerable? Why? Why? Why? She asked herself over and over again, several different possibilities running through her mind. Then it hit her. She cared for Bass…Had she just…? When did that…? No. The previous night she was contemplating whether or not she even wanted to be his friend, or if she might be feeling something else. She clearly had too much time on her hands. There was too much thinking going on. She wanted them to start fighting again so she could get her mind off things. She continued on towards the house, unable to stop her thoughts. She forgave him. That she would no longer deny. She cared for him? Maybe…maybe. Could she answer that question now? Then she thought back to how this whole inner dialogue began. She hated that he was with Duncan. She loved that Duncan was jealous of her relationship with him even though it didn't exist. She did care for him. There was no more denying it. Things were changing quickly between them, and then she finds him with Duncan. She stood still, very still, staring at the ground on the verge of tears. She looked up and saw the house in the distance. She composed herself and continued towards it.

—

Bass & Connor moved just as quickly through the woods. They didn't want Charlie out there on her own with Patriot patrols wandering around. They remained mostly quiet throughout the small trek.

Bass couldn't help but think of Charlie's face when she saw him & Duncan. The more he thought of it, the more he questioned just how upset she was. If she were just disgusted, she would have made some sarcastic remark. But she was upset. Genuinely upset. So upset that she ran off. Could she…? No. He would long for her from afar and not get his hopes up for anything more. He didn't deserve her. She deserved better. She hated him. She tried to kill him. He was telling himself anything he could to forget his feelings for her.

—

When Connor & Bass arrived back at the house, everyone was sitting in the living room, except Charlie. She had apparently already returned to her room for the night. Though the thought of why she had lingered in everyone's mind, no one gave it too much thought considering the gravity of what else was happening.

"Well, if it isn't the former leader of the Monroe Republic himself. Ya know, I had a feeling you wouldn't just die that easily." Tom was taunting him.

"What's your angle Tom? You're never looking out for anyone other than yourself. I've watched you turn on your own kid before. So why don't you spare us all the time, and just come right out with it," Bass replied.

"They killed my wife, Jason's mother. I'm no fool. I know it wasn't you who dropped those bombs. You were to busy running away from me and my army."

Bass was pissed. Tom was trying to push his buttons, and he knew it.

Miles chimed in, "Look, there's no use in fighting each other. Not when we want the same guys dead. Let's just all settle into bed for the night, and we'll talk more tomorrow."

As they began to walk out the room, Jason stopped everyone. "Wait a second. How do you two know each other?" His words were directed to Connor and Bass. He could tell they had more than just acquaintances.

Connor and Bass looked at each other.

Bass rolled his eyes, and relented, "He's my son."

"Well isn't that something," Tom said slyly.

Bass looked like he was about to kill Tom. Miles spoke up before anyone said anything else, "That's enough. Everyone out. Calm down, and we'll regroup tomorrow."