Hello to you, my kind readers from all over the world ( so amazing that you are reading my story, and to know that we can meet here) Thank you so very much for reading and showing your kind support! Today it's time for chapter three! So, what happened when the camera's were not there with super fierce Charlie and Monroe. No wait...Bass, no... Monroe. Okay, for now he is still Monroe to her. But for how long? Time to find out what could have happened. Chapter 4 will be out somewhere around the weekend. Love to write but life happens in between too. ;-) Still, doing my best to give you another chapter very very very soon. ;-)
After this story I am working on another Charloe story, that will follow the season but will leave out some parts, like the connor-charloe hook up in Vegas. A lot of Charloe fans wanted another twist in the story and you know what's the beauty in fanfic? We can do that! A different view on things, following the episodes, but then with new scenes and some alterations, combined with the old one!
So, if you have any requests, thoughts or ideas on that story, please feel free to share!For now, my gratitude for reading and best to you all!
Disclaimer: of course, sadly, I still do not own Revolution. It is just a daydream about what could have been. Please, do not sue!
A show of faith
Little drops of rain. That was the first thing Charlie noticed when she woke up. Her head spinning. The rain touched her skin and little by little the world opened up again. Her body felt weird, like she was a little bit above it. She tried moving her face, then the rest of her body. Charlie was trying her hardest to remember where she was. To remember what happened. It felt like forever until everything started to make sense again. He saved her life. The bastard saved her life. Monroe got her out of that bar. Away from the men that wanted to hurt her. The man that she wanted to hurt so badly, got her away from the men that wanted to hurt her.
She never talked to anybody about that night in the bar. She walked in the bar feeling numb, she felt so much that she stopped feeling anything. She needed something to eat. And Charlie did something that went into everything she learned about survival. If Miles ever found out, he would never stop yelling at her. She would never go somewhere alone anymore. Like forever. And he had every right to yell. She did not pay attention. Not enough.
There was a huge sense of relieve that went through her whole body when Monroe stormed in the bar. Relieve, of all things. One thing she would never thought she would feel concerning him. She was already losing the battle to the drugs. She tried to fight off those men as hard as she could, trying to do the impossible thing. To keep them away from her, from her body. But they were circling around her as vultures. Ready to take a piece of her that was not theirs to take.
And when the dizziness flooded her, she knew she was in trouble. In so much trouble. She did not even have to look around her to know the man in the bar where approaching her. With every second she felt her body and the bar around here slowing down. Panic set in. And with the panic came an overwhelming sense of abandonment and loneliness. The very last moments she could recall were doors flying open and Monroe storming in. She remembered his face. The look in his eyes. She remembered him taking down one man at the time with a precision and determination that was almost surreal. The last thing she remembered was him. The man she tried to kill. He was standing right in front of her, tall, looking at her. And at that moment, she let go. She had to give in to the darkness.
When she woke up she tried to take in where she was. She was under some kind of structure. Monroe was sitting a couple of feet away from her. He threw a water bottle her way. Told her to drink. She did not like the fact that she wasn't able to sit up without getting dizzy that made her feel sick. She needed to get on her feet, as fast as possible. Her body did not answer to that need. Her arms gave out and she fell down again.
'Take it easy, ' Monroe said, 'take it easy,' with some more force he added that second take it easy.
Like she needed his concern, his advice. But she did take the water. She noticed Monroe was looking at her every now and then, but mostly to the ground.
'How did you find me?' She did not like to ask him questions, but her wanting to know how he got to her and what happened won from that feeling.
'You are not as hard to track as you think,' was his reply.
'How long was I out,' she continued. She had to know.
'A full day,' his eyes then everywhere but on her when he continued in a softer tone, 'don't worry, I was a complete gentleman the whole time.'
The last part of his answer surprised her. It never even crossed her mind that he would hurt her that way. But somehow she noticed it was important to him to say this out loud.
'Why are you doing this?' It was the one question that was hovering between them. The question she could not figure out what the answer was going to be. She saw that Monroe did look at her again, waiting with his reply, a deep gaze filled with something else then the intensity she came to hate so much about him. Like he did not expect her to talk to him, talk about his.
'A show of faith.' Monroe's voice was low when he spoke those words. For a moment she saw a complete different Monroe. He looked small, was choosing his words slowly and his eyes showed her a different side of this man. For a moment she thought she saw some of this pain. But when she noticed her thoughts were going that way, cold intense loathing set in again.
Show of faith, did he really just use those words? No. Was he out of his mind? And what was going on with the whole try to make it up routine? Seriously? Charlie told Monroe exactly what she thought of this offer. She used every word she could think of to hurt him, to maintain the distance to him she needed so much for her mental sanity.
She saw her words had an effect on him. Good. There was an emptiness in his eyes. And for a very short moment, it hurt her to see him hurt. It only lasted a second, and then she realised this was Sebastian Monroe. Looking back at that moment, Charlie realised there was a chance that him showing his emotions, the regret, the intent to make things right, could be real. Honest. It woke up that part in her that was always in conflict when it came to Monroe. But at that point, his emotions so raw on the surface were just too much.
She saw the knife that was on the ground to his left and decided this had to end. When she jumped for the knife he moved in her direction too and they ended up somewhere in the middle. His hand resting on her arm. She should not have been so aware of that hand. Touching her skin. She lingered a bit on that memory. He was not using that much force, but there was still a lot of determination in his grip.
'What if I told you to go to hell?' she said, noticing how the light of the flames from the small fire lit up his face. Here she was again, so close to his face, his eyes. For a second her eyes went to his lips. Hoping he did notice that. Then back again to his eyes.
'What makes you think you have choice?' was his simple and final reply.
Monroe was still close to her, and Charlie knew this was her last warning. She was beyond annoyed. She knew this meant checkmate. She tried to kill him. She walked away. He saved her life. And made it crystal clear, with such an intensity that she knew only he could achieve, that here was going to be only one option.
She felt exhausted all of a sudden. Her body betrayed her and she had to give in. He gave her some more room and she curled up against a little wall to help her support her own body. She checked for her knife in her boot and realised it was gone. Of course, the bastard had taken it away. Miles thought her everything and this was Miles his best friend from days long ago. Of course Monroe knew where to look. Monroe, already knowing what she was thinking about, tilted his head to his right. Her weapons were there. Only problem was that Monroe was in between. She took a deep breath. And then gave in.
'Fine. We leave tomorrow. ' She did her best to throw it in his face as much as possible.
'Leaving and go where?' He grunted.
'You think I am completely stupid? That's the one leverage I have left on you. The one thing you need from me. That will keep me alive. You really think I am going to spell it out for you?'
She felt he looked towards her . 'Charlie, I told you before, I do not want to hurt you, I..'
'Save it Monroe, not interested.' She looked straight ahead, leaning into the wall.
'We have a long trip ahead of us, Charlie continued, 'at least weeks. I'll take you to Miles'.
She paused for a did not want to mention her mother too. She did not want to discuss her in front of him.
'But when we get there, you are on your own. I don't care what happens, don't care if Miles is going to rip you apart. My job is done as soon as we get there. '
And with that last line, Charlie decided the talk was over. The thunderstorm was really starting to get heavy. She noticed with sarcasm that this was exactly how she felt. She closed her eyes. Felt Monroe's presence close to her. For now, she knew she was safe. He needed her. She was going back. Going back with him.