Hello nice and kind readers, how are you today? Thank you for all the reading, makes me very happy! Today is the day that Charlie will end fighting together with Monroe, instead of...well...instead of fighting him!

I already started on the next chapter, and there will be some Monroe comforting Charlie. Yes, we are getting to the good stuff indeed! ;-)

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, I still, sadly, yes very sadly, do not own Revolution. Just my thought, ideas and daydreaming about what could have happened!

Sunset & Fighting together, not each other

It surprised her how fast they were able to find something that felt like a rhythm together. Monroe seemed to let her lead they way and he did not ask any questions anymore about where they would end this road trip of theirs. At least, for now. They tried to cover as much ground as possible every day. The food in the back of the wagon gave them some supplies but she did go hunting every day. Charlie needed that distance and time for herself. The first time she took her crossbow and started walking towards the line of trees right next to their sleeping place he grabbed her wrist and got in her way.

'Where do you think you are going?' He wanted to know.

She made it into a sport to not to talk to him, to let him be the one that had to break the silence. She could give in and answer then, but the answer would be filled with distance in her voice. She did not know how well she was succeeding, but the flexing of his muscles in his neck told her there were good signs for getting under his skin.

'Hunting', Charlie answered, 'I'm kind of attached to the idea of food to keep me going.' She put the crossbow in between them to create some distance.

He opened his mouth a little bit and then changed his mind. He just nodded.

Charlie tilted her head to the place where the rest of het stuff was.

'Don't worry Monroe, not leaving without those,' she paused for a moment, 'just going hunt down some food this time,' she added, her mind going back to the night in Vegas where she was hunting down him. She kind of hoped his mind was following her there as well.

She threw the crossbow over her shoulder and left for the trees. Finally she got some space. She tried to focus on the hunting part of her expedition but since she met Monroe, the memories from the tower came way too close again. Randall Flynn. The cold look in his eyes. Aaron and her mother trying to stop something that could not be stopped anymore. Miles screaming when counting down the seconds before everything went to hell with the bombs. The intensity of his voice still made her crunch. Witnessing so many lives lost, cities completely destroyed. She knew she had been there, but it felt almost surreal.

And know, knowing about the bounty on her mother's head and his head. Hearing about the US government. Monroe's very intense tone when taking about the problems ahead. There was a part in her that knew Monroe was right. Her intuition told her this was far from over. Not only the war between those who she later would call the Patriots. But also the war in her heart, between the old and a new perspective on Monroe.

A sudden movement from behind the trees ahead shook her out of her thoughts. Thankful for the distraction she put some distance between her thoughts and herself and got her crossbow in her hands to make sure there was some dinner on the table tonight.

On her way to see Duncan, letting the images from those weeks on the road with him coming back to her, Charlie realised that the Monroe she witnessed there, was a Monroe she almost never saw again when they joined the others in Willoughby. She tried to push every single one of his buttons, but his replies were far from the way he heard him talking to Miles or her mother every now and then. He had all reasons to give her hell too, but he never did.

Charlie hated that she could not figure out why he acted the way he did. Was it shame? Guilt? Trying to be on his best behaviour just so she would keep going and bring him back to Miles? Or did they actually came to some sort of an understanding. Formed anything, something, with those weeks alone, together? It was infuriating that she was not able to figure him out. It was even more infuriating that it mattered to her. It took her a long time to admit, but it mattered. Her thoughts went back to the day they ended up in a fight, together. They were on the road together for a little bit more than a week now. It was their first fight. Not fighting each other, but making sure they would walk away alive, together.

It was almost sunset. Charlie took a sip of water before popping the bottle back in her bag. She was grateful the sun was not burning on her skin anymore. She had her jacket loosely tied around her hips. She focussed again on the path before her. It was another humid and warm day. She was tired, hungry and thirsty. She desperately wanted to sleep, and before that food and more water. Monroe was following her, only a couple of steps behind her. Before settling down and getting some much needed rest they were scouting the area.

There was a hint of a noise coming from under the trees on their left, not very loud, but enough to alert them both. Within a second they both made sure they had their weapons ready. Monroe talking a step towards her and placing himself right behind her to cover her. His hands firmly around his gun. Her crossbow as an extension of her own body. They shared one fast look before there was a loaded silence. Charlie felt the familiar tension run through her body. After the silence there was another noise, this time coming from behind them. Monroe turned around, even before Charlie was fully aware of the noise. He stayed close to her, she could feel his back against her shoulders.

The forest went quiet, way to quiet. For a moment there was only him behind her, their bodies close, breathing, tensing up for what they both know was going to happen. Charlie heard something approaching from behind her, and Monroe fired . At that moment two men launched themselves her way. She aimed at one of the men. She did not miss and an arrow pierced it's way into his neck. She could not see what was happening behind her but she heard Monroe fighting with a fourth man. Quickly she took the knife in her boot, and turned away from the knife that was heading her way. The man before her was tall, his eyes rough and he was trying to stab her. She could no longer feel Monroe behind her. The men before her got hold of her arm and threw her of balance. She ended up on the ground, her eyes never leaving the man. Wanting to survive took over from fear, as always. With a scream and everything she had she threw a knife in his leg. All of a sudden, Monroe came back in her sight. The moment the knife landed in his leg, she rolled away, only to hear a gun firing.

Her intuition told her to get up and within a moment she was on her feet again. The forest was quiet again, Monroe and her surrounded by the bodies of the four men they just killed. The threat was over. They both took a moment to catch their breath. Lock eyes. Monroe then walked over to the men who tried to attack her and got the knife out of his leg. He cleaned it and reached out to her to give her the knife back.

'Miles trained you well.'

For the smallest fraction of time there was a sense of admiration when he spoke those words in his eyes, but this time without arrogance and the crazy intensity that made her blood run cold. She hesitated a moment. She tried to think of something smartass she could throw in his face at that moment, but she couldn't. For the first time she didn't want to either. It felt nice to hear Miles his name again. His remark actually gave her some pride. The smallest of a smile came across her lips. She gave him a small nod, this time without the loathing she normally threw in with that. She realised she fought along Monroe, and without them even talking or training together, it worked out. There was something in his way of fighting she could relate too. It took her by surprise. But what struck her most was his energy, the way he moved behind her before the attack without hesitating. Moving closely together to fight of the attack.

Later that night, when they moved their camp to another place, hoping there would be no more scum out there who were going after their possessions or lives, Charlie made some stew from the rabbits she shot earlier. She got her bowl full of warm food and automatically she wanted to put some distance between her and Monroe. She changed her mind. Without a word she walked over to him. Took the empty bowl from his hands and filled it. She extended her hand and after a little hesitating and small look of surprise he took the bowl from her hand. His hands touched hers. Charlie walked to the log next to him and started to eat. He did the same.