Characters: Bass, Charlie, the Militia, and Miles
Summary: Set between the S1 finale and S2E1. Bass sees Charlie running for her life from the Militia. Will he help her? Read to find out what happens.
Pairings:
Bass/Charlie/Miles
It was a beautiful day. Sebastian Monroe, the former general of the Militia, was in the woods, when he heard a helicopter and gun shots.
When he looked up and didn't see anything, he went to investigate.
When he stopped at the tree line, he saw Charlie running for her life from the Militia that were in a helicopter. She was hurt, too. He knew he couldn't stand by and watch them take her down. She was Miles' niece. He told himself he was doing this for Miles, but he knew the truth.
He ran from the shelter of the trees to run at her side, as he looked over his shoulder and shot at the Militia in the helicopter.
As she ran, vision starting to grow dim, she saw Monroe at her side.
"Monroe?" she questioned, before weakness overcame her.
Bass took her arm to try and keep her from collapsing, the other hand still holding the gun.
When the helicopter left, he put his gun away and knelt at her side, looking down at her.
"Charlie," he said.
He gently put his right hand to the left side of her head where blood was at from a wound. And as he did, he scanned the rest of her with his eyes. She had been shot in the right shoulder and both legs as far as he could see.
"Hang in there," he said.
He took his hand away from her head and gently pulled her into his arms, before getting to his feet and carrying her with him back into the woods. He knew what to do. He had to find a river or stream, in order to help her.
Charlie thought it was wrong for it to not be Miles that had found her, and strange that Monroe was helping her. She'd be fighting against him if she could right now. She wanted to know why Monroe had saved her life and what his plan was. She also wanted to know why he had shot at his own men. Surely they wouldn't have done anything to Monroe. He was their general.
After a while, he finally found a stream.
He layed her gently down by it and took his jacket off. He then ripped a piece from his shirt, before wetting it in the stream. He rung it, before pressing it gently to the side of her head on her wound, dabbing it gently.
Charlie winced in pain and closed her eyes, when he put the piece of his white shirt to her wound. She didn't know Monroe could be so gentle and caring. Not very long ago, he had imprisoned Rachel, her mother, Danny, her brother, and herself. He had pulled a gun on all of them and had told Rachel to choose which of her children would die. Charlie, being the brave one and looking our for her younger brother, had spoken up and had told him to shoot her. Now he was taking care of her.
She groaned in pain, as he continued to dab at her bleeding head wound.
"It hurts," he stated to her.
He knew he couldn't tell her that he knew what it felt like, because that would be lying to her. He had never been wounded or hurt in the head. He had been shot in the gut before, though.
"Why?" she asked softly.
"What?" he asked, unsure of what she was asking him, as he started doing to her shoulder, as he had done to her head wound.
"Why are you doing this?" she clarified for him.
"Because it's the right thing for me to do," he answered her.
He finished with her shoulder and then moved onto her left and right leg.
"Since when do you care about doing the right thing?" she asked him, as she slowly sat up.
"I always have, Charlie."
"So, what? Bombing Rebel camps and killing people is the right thing now?" she exploded at him.
"No, Charlie; It's not. What I did to the camps and those people wasn't right. I was just trying to keep everyone in line. After Miles left, it was hard. Everything was on my shoulders." He stopped and got to his feet, as he said, "Let's just go."
She got to her feet, as he started slowly walking off. She then caught up with him and grabbed his arm, making him stop.
"What's going on? What do you mean was?"
He looked at her.
"Miles didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"I'm not the general anymore. I'm out on the run. My own men are shooting at me. I'm just Bass Monroe now. I have nothing left."
"So, if you're not the general of the Militia, who is?"
"Tom Neville. If they get even one chance to kill me, I'm dead. But what does it matter to you? Nobody cares about me, anymore. Miles said it himself. He and I aren't brothers, anymore. I'm nothing to him. Apparently, this is what I get for saving his life twice and trying to do the right thing."
As Charlie Matheson stood beside him and looked at him. She felt sorry for him. He was almost like Miles. He was an emotionally hurt guy.
He started walking again and she followed suit at his side.
"Miles didn't tell me anything about you. What little I know was from Nora."
She blinked to keep her composure.
He looked at her.
"What's wrong?"
"Before the lights came back on, Nora died."
He was silent.
He had known Nora almost as long as Miles. He had been fond of her. Now he was just hearing that Nora was dead.
"I'm sorry," he finally said.
"It's not your fault. We were so close to the infirmary, too. I should probably thank you, though."
"For what?"
"For saving me twice. You saved me at the tower. Then you saved me today from the Militia. Thank you, Sebastian."
"You're welcome. You can call me Bass, though. Everyone does."
When the sun went down, they made camp in the woods. They gathered up some twigs and branches and Bass used his lighter to light them up. They then decided who should keep watch. And since Charlie had gotten pretty hurt that day, Bass decided to keep watch.
Charlie woke up the next morning to see herself alone.
"Bass?" she called.
In the distance, she heard fighting and knew he had to be fighting the Militia. So she grabbed her sword and made a run for it towards the sounds of fighting.
When she arrived, she was right. He was fighting, but he wasn't as good as her Uncle Miles. Some Militia were dead on the ground, but there were still five he was fighting sword to sword with. She knew she had to help him, or he would be even worse off. She had lost so many along the way. She couldn't lose Bass. He was connected with Miles. He had even shown her kindness she hadn't known he possessed.
Sebastian Monroe was trying his best to win, but it was one against five. And he was already hurt. He wasn't used to fighting alone or with a sword. He hadn't wanted to wake Charlie up, though. She needed the sleep.
With determination, he dropped his sword and pulled out his hand gun, seeing Charlie running towards the scene. He had to live for her. He had promised himself last night that he would get her back to Miles and Rachel. So, he pulled his gun out and began to shoot the three in front of him, while Charlie fought sword to sword with the other two. It was obvious to him that Miles had trained her a while back.
Charlie took one down and ran to take down the last one, just as the last guy headed for him.
"Behind you!" she yelled as the last guy pulled out a gun.
Bass turned around, just as the guy shot at Charlie. He saw Charlie duck and knew she was fine. He then pulled his gun on the guy.
"This is between you and me. Leave her alone," he warned.
"The famous Sebastian Monroe actually protecting Rachel's daughter. How quickly you turn."
Charlie watched a few minutes later, as the two men fought over the guy's gun. And as she did, she started towards them, a gun in her hand that Miles had given her a while back.
Bass felt even more pain than before, as the gun went off. Then another shot was heard and the guy was dead not far from him.
Charlie ran towards and knelt at his side, gun back in her jacket.
"Bass."
She looked down at him to assess his wounds. She didn't know everything, but she knew some things. He mostly had slice wounds from swords, so it wasn't bad there. What she knew she had to take care of as quickly as she could was his side wound. So, she tore a piece from her shirt and used it to apply pressure.
"Charlie," he said, as he looked up at her. "You want to know me? I'll tell you a few things. When Miles and I were younger, we fought in the war side by side. That's the first time I saved his life. When Rachel and Ben started dating, Miles and I had a crush on her. But then I moved on to Emma. Before Emma was killed, she told me that night that I have a son somewhere. Miles and I were close. We forgave one another no matter how much the other screwed up. I saved Miles when we were both the general. We got bombed in a diner and Miles got hurt. Everything I've done, Charlie, was always for Miles."
"You don't have to say anything else, Bass."
A few days later, he was himself again, wound taken care of, so they headed farther towards the Rebel camp.
Miles was making his rounds not far from the camp, when he saw Charlie. It relieved him that she was okay, but who he saw with her was unexpected.
He started towards them.
Once they were in front of one another, he had to ask her, "What happened to you?"
"He helped me out with some Militia," she answered her uncle.
He looked at his best friend.
"Thanks, Bass."
"He's on our side now," she informed him.
"Good," he said.
"She saved me, too," Bass added.
"I guess we're good, then," Miles said.
The three of them then walked towards the Rebel camp.
THE END!
