My dear readers, how are you today? Ready to get on the road for the roadtrip of the year? Charlie and Monroe on the road, yes! ;-)

Thank you for following and liking the story, it means a lot to me. Today I have chapter four for you. Hope you like this one too. Chapter five is on the way, as always I am trying to give you new Charlie fiction as soon as I can. ;-) Happy summer everybody!

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: I still, yes still, do NOT own Revolution. This is just a daydream about what could have happened when the camera's were not there.

Sunrise

When the sun almost came up, her body still felt like it did not belong to her. Charlie noticed she had dozed off for just a little bit. The rain had stopped a while ago and it was a cold start of the day. She did not mind, the fresh air brushing against her face helped her regaining focus. Monroe was busy packing his things. Charlie was busy ignoring the hell out of him. The silence between them lingering in the air.

She got up, and dizziness flooded her. It only lasted a moment and then faded away. Carefully, she started walking towards a stream she noticed a little bit ahead. She could feel Monroe's eyes on her. When she reached the water she kneeled and let some water run over her face. She wanted to wash away what happened to her in the bar so badly. She pushed away the memories from that night. Too soon. Not ready to feel what happened there.

The sky was starting to become lighter and lighter, leaving only one last star in the sky. It was quiet around her. Hints of pink and orange started to appear on the horizon. If Monroe had not been there, she wouldn't be standing here. It was an overwhelming sense that took her by surprise. She was still here. Because of him.

And today, today was going to be the day that she would close the distance between her and her past again. After being away for so long, she was going back to Miles, to her mother, back to everything she tried to walk away from. Her thoughts went to Miles, wasn't it funny that she missed him most of all? Shouldn't she miss her mother more?

Her thoughts went then back to Monroe. To the moment when she realised there was no other option then letting him join her back to Willoughby. At that moment she wished she was as tall, strong and trained as Monroe so she could battle it out with him, man against man, well, in this case man against woman. Against her. But she was also realistic. If he wanted to, he could hurt her within seconds. Even with all her anger she realised there were some boundaries she had to think off for the sake of her survival. So if she could not kill him, she could sure as hell be in his face, try to push every button in him that she could think off. Let all the hate and rage come out that way. Let him feel how much he was not wanted.

Charlie could actually feel the sun on her face, she got up from the water and turned around. Monroe was waiting for her. He already made sure the fire was out. She walked towards their hiding place for that night. When she was almost ready to pick up here stuff, another spell of dizziness took her by surprise. She hated how unpredictable these spells still were. She hated showing him this weakness, she felt she could not afford this. She had to stay strong, even when she still felt like hell. She stumbled and almost fell. Monroe took one step towards her, his arm reaching out for her. Charlie found her balance again, irritated by the fact that he wanted to help her. She did not need his help. Not now, not ever. It was already worse enough that he had to save her life the night before.

'Get out of my way, Monroe,' she said with a cold a look as she could find for him.

He waited for a moment, and she could see a hint of irritation in his eyes. Apparently he wasn't planning on moving so Charlie just walked by him, brushing his arm with hers.

The last effects from the drugs made that first day on the road with Monroe almost surreal. With every second she spend with him, it amazed her how fast that one dimensional concept of him was breaking down. She had that frozen image of the crazy President in her mind, and now it was like that image unfroze and moved on.

They walked back to the wagon from the bounty hunters, the horses still there. There was no sign of the bounty hunter where Monroe knocked the guy out, but the little drops of blood on the ground alerted the tracker in her. It took her only a few seconds to realise Monroe killed the bounty hunter when she walked away.

Monroe was busy making sure everything was ready to go when she walked to him with only a couple of angry steps.

'So, you couldn't help yourself, right? So what? Just slit his throat? But a bullet in him?' Her eyes were lighting up with anger.

Monroe did not even flinch. He walked to the back of the wagon and got the flyers out again. The same flyers he showed her when convincing her to let him go back with her to warn her family. He put the with her mother's name in front of her.

'You want to warn your family or not?' He almost growled at her. His voice was deep. ' If I would let him walk away, him knowing who I am, then we have even more of those sons of bitches on our tail. That what you want?' Monroe was doing his best to stay calm, but she could see the irritation starting to build up.

It was like a Déjà vu for her. She had this same moment with Miles. When she first got on the road with him she had a moment where she asked him to not kill somebody. Of course, things like that, well, backfired very fast. She changed enough, knew enough right now to actually understand Monroe could be right. Sleeping at night, hoping that this stupid excuse for a bounty hunter did not kill them, was not a things she was looking forward to. In hindsight it was the first time Charlie realised that Monroe and her Uncle were so much alike at times. Same thinking, same decisions.

Doing the right thing was not always the easy thing. He had a point. Which of course, she was not going to admit right now. Instead she walked past him, put her stuff in the back of the wagon, and found an apple waiting with her name on it. She took a bite as aggressive as she could, and climbed on the wagon with ease. She glanced at Monroe.

'So, are we leaving or not Monroe?' Charlie said this with the most relax voice she could come up with. She saw he took a deep breath, looked at the ground for a couple of seconds while letting his gun fiddle through his fingers. She realised she went on some road trips before, but going on a road trip with Monroe, Sebastian Monroe, was something she never thought would happen. At least it was consistent with every turn her life took the last year. He then joined her on the wagon and set the wagon in motion.

So, it is just the two of them on the road from now one, and well...Monroe might surprise Charlie. And Charlie will surprise herself! Will she take some comfort from Monroe? Will she let her guard down and lit him in, just a little? More in the next chapters!