Characters: Charlie, Bass, Miles, the Militia
Summary: Set after the S1 finale, but before S2E1. Charlie finds a hurt Bass. Will she care enough to help him? Read to find out what happens.
Pairings:
Charlie/Bass/Miles (family; friendship)
Charlie
It's a beautiful day in Philadelphia, as I walk down a gravel road. Miles and I have to deal with Nora's death. He deals by drinking, as usual. I deal by walking, which helps me think things through. That's why Miles is at the Rebel camp and not me.
I stop in my tracks in the middle of the road, seeing black boots sticking out from behind a bush. My curiosity gets the best of me, so I go to investigate.
Once in the trees, I see the sight. There are a few dead Militia and the black boots and I saw belong to Monroe. I know what he has done in the past, but he's still Mile's best friend. Plus, he saved me back at the tower.
I kneel down at his side and look down at him. He's hurt. His right side is wounded and bleeding. I feel for a pulse on the side of his neck and check his breathing. He's alive. I take my jacket off and use it to apply pressure to his side wound.
"Monroe, it's Charlie. Can you hear me?" I call gently to him, as I look down at him.
He groans.
I scan for any other wounds on him, but there isn't any. That's a good thing, since the wound I find is deep. He was either shot or stabbed. He needs help and I'm the only help he has right now. I don't have everything I need, so I'll have to improvise.
I take my jacket away to see the damage. When I do, I know it's a deep stab wound.
Maggie taught me first-aid back at the village. That's how I know what to do and what to look for.
I apply pressure to his wound with my jacket again.
He lost a lot of blood before I came, and there's still a lot of blood. I need to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible. We're miles away from the closest hospital and the stream is in the middle of the woods here, though. And I won't leave him alone like this. Anything could happen.
Bass
When I slowly come to, I blurringly see Charlie at my side and feel pressure on my wound. I realize she's taking care of me.
"Charlie?" I whisper.
I'm weak and tired. I have to rest.
"It's me," she says. She then adds, "You have to stay awake and we have to get out of here."
A few minutes later, we start walking at my slow pace, my arm weakly around her shoulders, her arm around me. I'm so weak, I can barely walk. I know it means I've lost a lot of blood.
What feels like an hour later, I blurringly see a camp in view. And as we enter it, my vision starts to go dim and gray.
"Miles!" I hear Charlie yell, as I start to lose my vision.
Charlie
I see Miles drinking on a log and yell for him, as I try to hold Monroe up.
Just as I almost lose my grip, Miles arrives at the other side of Monroe and helps me hold him up.
"Miles?" he whispers.
"It's me, Bass. I've got you."
A moment later, Monroe blacks out.
Bass
When I wake up, I'm in a Rebel camp in a room. My wound is bandaged and my shirt is on a small table not far from the bed I'm lying on.
I slowly and painfully sit up in bed. When I do, I see that Charlie is asleep in a chair that's across the room. She must be worried or cares or both, which is strange for Charlie, considering she has never cared about me; only Miles. Miles is the only one that has ever cared about me.
I slowly get out of my bed and silently go over to the table and put my shirt on.
I look at Charlie and see her wake up.
She sees me.
"You're awake," she greets me.
"I am," I greet back. "I'm a fighter, Charlie," I then add.
So we all live as happily ever after as we can. After all, my men want me dead and I'm a rebel now.
THE END!
