I am so, so sorry for the long delay. Time just got away from me. Thank you to everyone who have been so supportive of this story. Your encouragement and kind words have been amazing. I am so sad that Revolution will not be on for a third season. But hopefully it can live on in the great stories found on this site. I not only like to write but read what others have posted. I hope to post up again much sooner.

Bass sat on the ground and leaned his back up against the side of the building. They had put Charlie's new army to good use. Shortly after the new troops had arrived the Neville's disappeared. A few days later a squad of re-programmed kids stormed their compound intent on killing not only him, but Miles and Charlie as well. Damn but he wanted to gut Tom like fish for giving up their position. He had to hand it to those little punks, they were good. They had all been on alert after Tom and Jason left, but even with them all on the lookout, two of those bastards had made it into his and Charlie's room. They were good, but he was better and add Charlie into the mix, hell together they were damn near unstoppable. Luckily their new fighting force was well trained, hell they should be, he trained them, and extremely loyal to Charlie. They eliminated the treat with few losses then went on the offensive. They'd hit three re-education camps in the last few weeks. The last, a camp just outside of Willoughby. It had been a blood bath.

Charlie's and Rachel's raised voices floated through their new base of operations – a one-time factory of some sort. Miles came and sat down beside him, a bottle in one hand and a damp rag in the other. He handed him the bottle and started wiping the blood off his hands with the rag. Bass took a swig and winced when he heard the slamming of a door.

"Right on que." Bass grumbled.

"What was that?"

Bass motioned toward the building with the bottle. "Are they ever going to get tired of having the same argument over and over again? I mean don't get me wrong, I do enjoy hearing Rachel get her ass handed to her by Charlie but I don't enjoy the foul mood it puts Charlie in."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Miles asked.

"Well Rachel is your woman isn't she? Can't you tell her to lay off, at least for a little bit?"

"Yeah, not going to happen. Rachel stopped talking to me a few days ago."

"Great, just great. I wish she would stop talking to the rest of us." Bass muttered as he handed the bottle back to Miles.

"She does have a point Bass. We can't expect people to believe us when we tell them the Patriots are assholes or join us when we go off and kill their kids."

"Don't you think I know that? I mean hell, I don't enjoy killing those recruits. But they aren't kids Miles, not any more. They are weapons and damn deadly ones. And the one thing we were taught from the beginning was to neutralize the enemy's advantage. And those kids are one hell of an advantage."

Miles sighed and nodded. He took a long swig of his moonshine, closed his eyes and listened to Charlie and Rachel hash it out – again. He just hoped they didn't come to blows.

Meanwhile in the factory….

Rachel slammed the door as she followed Charlie. "Don't you dare walk away from me when I'm talking to you young lady!"

Charlie just turned around and stared at her mother. "What do you want mom."

"I can't believe you would do such a thing Charlie. That you are okay with this." Rachel screamed.

Charlie rolled her eyes. It was the same argument, just a different day. Ever since they started going on the offensive and attacking Patriot camps and re-education centers Rachel never missed an opportunity to voice her displeasure. But this time was different. This was the first raid on a camp that she led side by side with Bass and Miles. For the past few weeks Charlie had been recovering from her injuries and wasn't well enough to fight, but she was fine now and ready to go.

"Mom I'm not getting into this with you again. You've made your point so just let it go."

"I will not let it go. You are killing kids. People we know. Hell their blood is still on you."

Charlie looked down at her blood stained pants, boots and hands and shrugged. "What do you want from me mom?"

"I want you to feel something damit. I want you to stop being this machine, this warrior for one damnn minute and think about what you are doing. Stop thinking of this as a war and think of the people it's effecting. Those are innocent kids for crying out loud. They are someone's son, daughter, sister or brother. It's like your killing Danny over and over again."

Charlie couldn't control her reaction. Her hand flew on its own accord, right across Rachel's face. "Go to hell." She spit out. "This is not the same and you damn well know it."

Rachel's hand went up to her face and cradled her reddening cheek. "How is it different Charlie, tell me. And don't give me the same bullshit that Monroe has been spouting for weeks."

"That's what's really bothering you isn't it. That it's Bass's plan and Miles and I are going along with it."

"Part of it yes. And when the hell did you start calling that bastard Bass?"

"Why the hell does it matter?" Charlie spit back at her. She still hadn't told her mother about her and Bass's relationship. Now wasn't the right time. Not unless she truly wanted her mother's head to pop off – then again right now it might not be a bad idea.

"It matters to me. He is a psychopathic monster. If there is a way to cause maximum bloodshed he'll do it and you are going along for the ride. Did you even try to find another way instead of storming in and slaughtering all those kids?" Rachel screamed.

"There is no other way." Charlie screamed back.

"There is always another way!"

"Well if you have an idea on how to deprogram those kids then I'm all ears!"

Charlie waited for her mother to reply but was met with silence. "That's what I thought. We can't let those kids go, they aren't kids anymore, they're weapons. Say we do it your way. We get them out and let them go. Then what happens if one of them gets triggered and takes out school or some unsuspecting families. Do you want that on your head? Because I sure as hell don't."

"I can figure it out. I just need time."

"Sorry mom, there is no time. We're taking them out." Charlie stated as she walked passed Rachel on her way to the door.

"How can you be so cold?" Rachel asked in disbelief.

Charlie stopped at the door and turned her head to look at her mother. "I've learned from the best."

Charlie slammed the door behind her and made her way out of the building. She saw Bass and Miles sitting off to the side. Charlie looked down at her blood stained hands and walked the other way.

Bass watched as Charlie walked away, then looked at Miles.

"Go." Miles muttered.

Bass nodded, stood up and followed her. Miles ran his hands through his hair. He still wasn't used to this relationship thing. It was weird as hell to see his former best friend chase after his only daughter. But they seemed happy, well as happy as they could be in times like this.

Bass caught up to Charlie in a clearing by the building. She was staring out into the night, her shoulders tense. He walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. Once he made contact she sighed and instantly relaxed.

"You okay?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yeah I'm just great, how are you?"

"Charlie…" he warned.

"I'm sorry," She sighed.

Bass wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back toward him, resting his chin on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a while until she was ready to talk.

"I thought I was over everything. I really did. I had forgiven her for abandoning me over and over again, letting Nora die, and everything else. But then we have fights like tonight and I'm right back there. Everything comes back up and I can't stop it."

Bass remained quiet. He had several opinions about Rachel, and none of them good. So he figured he'd try practicing self-control and keep this thoughts to himself. Instead he asked, "What happened?"

Charlie sighed, "She compared our attacks on the camps to killing Danny."

"She did what?" Bass growled. That was a low blow, even for Rachel. That had to have killed Charlie. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, I slapped her."

"Now that I wish I could have seen." Bass chuckled.

Charlie just shook her head and leaned back into Bass's embrace. She was so tired of fighting with her mom. She didn't understand. One minute she was supportive and understanding about everything she had been through. Charlie honestly thought they had found their way to a good place. Then an argument like tonight happens. Her mother had looked at her with such disappointment and horror. And brining Danny into their fight was wrong. She didn't like what they were doing, and she knew Bass didn't either, but there was no other way. They had talked it through over and over again for hours. It wasn't a decision they had come to lightly. She just wished her mother would realize that and give her some damn credit. Charlie took a deep breath and stood there, enjoying the feel of Bass's arms around her. His strength instantly making her feel better. "I don't want to talk about my mom anymore." She stepped out of his arms and started walking toward the creek. "I need to get cleaned up." She paused and turned around and reached out toward him. "Want to help?"

Bass smiled and took her hand, "Hell yeah!"

Rachel stood at the window, her hand grasping the window sill. She couldn't believe her eyes. What the hell was going on between Sabastian Monroe and her daughter?