Later that morning I woke up to Rose lying on a bed next to me. She was staring at me with her blue eyes scrunched together. "You're awake." I nodded.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

She shook her long dark curls at me with a small smile on her fast. "Don't be." Rose was quite for a few seconds before she raised herself up on the bed and sat against the headboard. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"I don't want you or your family getting caught up in it." I told her, pushing myself up off the bed. I yanked my hair up into a sloppy bun well pacing their hardwood floor.

"You are apart of my family Charlie." My feet instantly stopped.

"No. I'm not. And don't call me that." I snapped out, trying to fix the situation. He can't know who I really am. Just as I was about to say something else Patrick walked in with two mugs of steaming tea.

"You're awake." He echoed his wife's words from just a few minutes ago. Pat handed Rose one of the mugs and then placed the other on the bedside end table.

"Shannon's right if I know Bass; he's on his way here. He wouldn't let an ocean stop him from saving someone he loves." I shook my head. How in the same hell did they know him?

"I don't know who you're talking about."

"Really? Because you fight just like him and you act just like Miles." Shit!

"Look you to need to let me go." I snapped. Patrick shook his head locking the door to the room.

"Not until you explain who you are and what's going on."

"Fuck that. I'm trying to keep you safe, now let me the hell out of here!" He was starting to piss me off. I knew I shouldn't have gotten close, gotten to know them.

"Ah that Matheson fire."

"Charlie?" I snapped my head towards Rose to see her with tears in her eyes. "Little Lotte?" Why did that name sound familiar? How did they know me or my family?

"Stop." I begged them.

"No. Explain what's going on." I looked up into Patrick's eyes and then over to Rose's before sitting back down on the bed tears falling and the butterflies in my stomach telling me this was a bad idea.

"What do you want to know?" I asked giving up.

"Well for starters who are you?"

"My name is Charlotte Matheson or just Charlie." Rose had tears falling, looking at me in aw.

"It's really you." She whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"First you tell us what happened and then well explain our half." Patrick spoke gruffly his voice filled with emotion. He grabbed Rose's handed and nodded for me to start.

For the rest of the afternoon I explained to them of who I and my family are and what was happening back at home. Once the flood gates where open I couldn't close them, I spoke to them about Rachel and Miles, my Dad, Danny all of it, even Monroe.

Everything I felt, everything about the last three years came out and they both took it. Not once judging me. Rose would hold me as I cried over my loved ones, when I explained why I ran, how I truly felt I wasn't long for this world.

Patrick pushed for information on how I got here. With me fighting back tears I told him about the night I attacked the group of patriots, of Andrew catching me by surprise.

"I don't understand . . . when you got here you should have been healed to the point you could try and escape. I mean not just anyone can take me on, I'm not trying to sound like I have an over sized ego, but I'm a born bred killer. It's what I'm good at and were equally matched, why didn't you try to escape?" Patrick asked confusion in both his eyes and voice. I stayed quiet, not wanting to talk about that topic. It was then something clicked behind his brown eyes. "You did didn't you?" He asked his voice drifting into a whisper.

I didn't say yes or no, but his eyes held pain that I didn't want him to have. "Stop. I've told you almost everything. Now explain yourselves." I demanded of them. Patrick wasn't going to blame himself for my mistakes. He ran a hand through his dark hair before taking a deep breath.

"Like I said before I was in the Marines with your Uncle Miles and Monroe. After the war I asked to be stationed here because of Rose, but their my brothers. Miles and Monroe sent us pictures of you, told us stories about you and Danny; we even visited a few times."

"You would call me Rosa and I you Lotte. Your mother always had a fit because you would follow me around. I loved it." I nodded my head. "When I first saw you I was shocked because I knew it was you, what I didn't understand was how were you here. And then I saw the way you reacted to the men who follow you, I saw the pain behind your eyes and knew you were in trouble."

"I have a question." Patrick stated with humor rising in his voice, the tells of a smile growing. "Why did you pick Monroe's last name as your alias?"

"Why not?" I smarted, smirking myself.

"See told you she was in love with the idiot." Shannon commented strolling into the room, the door I thought was locked, obliviously not. Glancing over to Patrick, I glared daggers well he just curled his lips at Shannon's reply and shrugged his shoulders.

"I never said that." I told her well taking the mug Patrick handed me.

"And yet you didn't deny it either." She cocked her head to the side with an enormous smile on her face.

"Bet Miles is having fun with that."

"They don't know." I whispered, blushing slightly.

"Who doesn't?"

"Everyone." Rose smiled at me before shaking her head at Patrick.

"Wait are you telling me that he doesn't even know?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Like I explained things became very different back home after the lights went out." Shannon asked more questions which led me to explain my situation with Monroe, about Rachel and Miles. The O'Connell's knew just about everything concerning my life, other than what Andrew did/does.

We talked for the better part of the afternoon, but when the sun started to go down I knew I was in trouble. I wasn't going to make it back before Andrew.

"I have to go." Rose begged me to stay, but I shook my head.

"No. I will not loose anymore family. You have given me something to fight for again, something to look forward too . . . .if Andrew finds out about you . . .just no." I said before walking back down the stairs. Just as my foot hit the last step, Andrew walked into the café. I winced as I saw the fire burning behind his calm façade.