A/N: Thanks again for the feedback! I know some of you are little put off by the death of Jason, but truthfully I never really planned to keep him around. He did sacrifice his life for Charlie, however, so what is more romantic than that?

Rest assured that I'm not planning on killing any more canon characters. I think there has been enough blood shed onscreen and off in my fantasy land … for now, anyway.

Winter had set in, and so for a season, the resistance fighters who had been trickling in all but came to a stop.

Charlie bounced back and resumed her duties of rallying the troops with Bass as her permanent shadow. He refused to leave her side for any reason and hawkeyed anyone who got too close with the exception of those in their immediate unit.

After all that happened, Charlie found herself letting go and permitting Bass to be her bodyguard, defender and protector. Sure they still fought over certain things — what couple doesn't — but she ultimately accepted he had her best interest at heart when it came to important matters.

Truthfully she was grateful. Bass had her back, which allowed her to focus on her duties as Miles' second in command without sweating the small stuff. Her father had come to rely on her for direction as much as he did with Bass.

They were quite the clan, Charlie observed during a down day at home. Snow swirled outside and she was curled up under a comforter on Bass's lap in an oversized chair in the living room. Cynthia was snuggled close to Aaron on the sofa, wrapped in a quilt. Miles was stretched out on the floor in front of the fireplace, half-asleep.

Aaron had been practicing diligently to regulate his pyrokinetic ability and pleasantly surprised them all by creating a roaring fire in the fireplace with his mind. He was also entertaining them with stories of an era that predated Charlie's recollection.

"You're telling me that people could talk and see others no matter where they were on this device you call an iPhone?" Charlie innocently asked. Bass chuckled, his chest rumbling under her. He sometimes forgot how young she really was. Aaron nodded.

"Smartphones like the iPhone had buttons called apps that you could touch and up came the website information you wanted at your fingertips," he explained. "You could search for weather reports, gas prices, stock quotes and more. You could also take photos, shop online, order concert tickets, pay bills, see your bank statement, get GPS directions, read books, play music or games and watch TV and movies. Social media was popular like Facebook and Twitter."

Charlie gave him a blank stare for she didn't have a clue what half of those things were. She barely recalled watching TV and she had seen photographs and books before. But the idea of a smartphone that allowed people to talk from one city to another was beyond her imagination. And what the heck was GPS or Facebook?

Aaron realized Charlie had no point of reference when it came to electronics so rather than trying to backtrack and explain, he moved onto to other more familiar subjects.

Knocking on the front door startled them all. Bass automatically reached for his ever-present gun, tightening his hold on Charlie. Miles jumped to his feet and headed to the door without hesitation as he figured an enemy wouldn't knock first.

Charlie heard Wyatt's voice and scrambled out of Bass' lap to join Miles at the door. Miles had appointed Wyatt to lead the security team and he was reporting in for the day, saying all was quiet.

"Wyatt, you could have taken the day off," Charlie admonished. "It's not like there would be a sudden uprising in this weather."

Miles stared down at her, biting his tongue. Inclement weather if anything was the perfect time for an attack when everyone's guard was down. Wyatt merely smiled at her and saluted before winking at Miles. He like Miles knew there was no such thing as taking a break as long as patriots roamed the country.

"Don't mind if I do," Wyatt said before trudging off the porch and disappearing into the flurries.

Rather than start a deep discussion with his daughter about tactical advantages, Miles shut the door and returned to his spot on the floor by the fire. Charlie climbed back into Bass' lap and he gently covered her again with the comforter.

"Where was I?" Aaron asked. Cynthia rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and spoke.

"You were talking about Google," she said. Charlie piped up.

"Remind me again what the Internet is?" she said. Bass stifled a laugh and Miles just buried his face in his arms.