Chapter 6

He feels a tingle in his fingers. Then his toes. He doesn't know what to make of it until an overwhelming sensation of pain washes over him.

Bass slowly opens his eyes and sees a white curtain with flowers on it. Hmmm been a while. He thinks to himself.

He tries to turn his head and sees a figure sitting next to him. He would recognize it anywhere.

He smiles. Charlotte. It's really her sitting here next to me. Must be heaven. He thinks.

"Is this heaven?" he asks in a weak voice.

Charlie is startled from the noise and looks at Bass. "What?" she asks him with a confused tone.

"You're so pretty" he says with a dazed look.

"Have you bumped your head too?" Charlie asks him even more confused.

Bass goes in and out of consciousness for the rest of the night. He finally wakes up late morning, and he is feeling better. He looks around the room and sees that it's empty.

Was it all just a dream? He thinks to himself with a bit of sadness.

As the day goes by the nurses come in and out of the room and there's no sign of Charlie. Bass decides to get up and try to walk a bit. He feels a bit dizzy for a second but someone grabs him before he falls.

"Whoa! Take it easy" Charlie says. "What are you trying to do?"

Charlie helps Bass get back into bed. "Sorry" he finally says. "Didn't mean to scare you".

Charlie covers him with a blanket. "You didn't. I just didn't feel like waiting for hours and hours until you're out of surgery and pray that you didn't die." Charlie says as she begins nervously rearranging Bass's blanket and tears start to flow down her cheeks.

Bass grabs her hand. "Hey. It's ok" he says trying to reassure her.

Charlie looks at Bass and he brings her closer to him for an embrace. Neither of them knows how much time passes, but as Charlie lifts her head she feels a pull towards Bass and he brings his lips closer to hers.

It does not feel like passion or lust but a need for one another. As if to reassure her that everything will be okay Bass moves her closer to him. The embrace moves into his arms around her. His lips touch hers as the pressure of his firm lips gently opens hers for the kiss. She responds by slowly letting him closer. A deep growl comes from his throat as Charlie moans softly and responds by deepening the kiss.

Bass' hands slowly move through her hair, her dark blonde hair is now slowly moving through his hands as he brings her closer. His hands move from her hair and to her back. Charlie feels her body moving closer to his. She wants an answer to that pull between them. She moves closer as she slowly moves her body against his. The kiss between them is getting deeper and faster as Charlie pushes herself closer to him. Bass can only welcome her curves and warmth against his chest. She feels good, so good that he gets lost in the kiss.

Charlie moves her hand to his shirt as her breasts touch his chest and there is hardly any space between them anymore.

"Ah!" Bass breaks the kiss and yelps in pain.

"Sorry!" Charlie says and checks to see that she accidently didn't open his stiches.

"You're gonna kill me woman!" Bass says with a slight humor tone.

"We should stop" Charlie says.

Bass looks at Charlie and fear comes over him. Does she regret the kiss? He thinks to himself.

Charlie looks at Bass and as if she can read his mind, holds his hand and says "I regret nothing".

Bass nods his head in agreement and they sit together for the rest of the day.

A little green light hovers above making its way through a long corridor. It does not turn left or right, but instead it keeps moving forward until it reaches its final destination. A room.

Slipping though the small opening at the bottom of the door, it makes its way in.

Inside the room there is a man standing in front of a wall filled with photographs.

"We have news" the green light says. Its voice almost robotic.

"Go on" The man says.

"It appears Monroe has survived. The doctors say he will make a full recovery."

The man clenches a fist in anger. "How?"

"He found hope. We are curious" the green light says and flies towards the door.

"And how has he found it?" The man asks

"We believe it's what humans call-Love" The little green light says and flies away. Disappearing in to thin air.

"Love huh." He say's to himself. "Well, we're just going to have to see about that now won't we, Monroe?" He says angrily.

"Did you find them?"

"Not yet sir. We looked everywhere." One of the Texas soldiers said.

"Dammit!" Miles says agitated.

"Well keep looking. Don't come back until you get me some answers".

Miles walks around his office frustrated. It's been a month since Bass and Charlie left on their quest of sort. One to find his son's killer and the other to try and talk him out of it and bring him back. Did I make the right decision? He asks himself.

Miles sits in his chair and puts his feet up on the table. He takes out a bottle of whiskey from the drawer and gulps in down. So much has happened in so little time. Both his best friend and niece have left him to deal with the patriot mess, and Blanchard is practically at his throat everyday wanting answers and results.

Miles sighs and takes another sip. It's almost midnight and most of the men in the camp have either gone to sleep or are keeping guard. There is a pile of files on the table for him to review. He's exhausted.

Playing around with them, Miles suddenly notices something. A picture from inside one of the files. He takes it out and takes a closer look. It's from the day Connor's body was brought into the camp. The picture shows the wagon and the body, but something in the background catches his eye.

A figure standing far in the background. He can't really see it clearly so he takes an empty glass from the desk and puts it on top of the picture.

Then, it hits him. "What the?"

He plays with the glass and the angles to get another look, but the answer is right in front of him. He knows exactly who it is standing in the background.

"I gotta find Bass."