Hello kind readers, so another chapter, another part of the Charloe story!

Today our roadtrippers will face a storm, and something more! There will be a forest, a shed and a strike of lightning.

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. It means so much to me. 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, with following the episodes, but then with new scenes and some alterations, combined with the old one!

So, after this chapter, there will be one more, and then I will work on another Charloe story, a very long one, with a lot of Charloe, emotions, and fierce energy!

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 do not own Revolution, just daydreaming, so please do not sue ;-)

Another storm in a shed

Charlie did not realise it, but those weeks she spent with Monroe on the road from Vegas back to Willoughby set the pieces on the board, their board, like a game of human chess, for the future. Those weeks had influenced her, her decisions, her feelings and the way she looked at him. And most importantly, they changed things within her.

Getting closer and closer to Willoughby, the bubble of their little word together, just the two of them, was starting to fade a little. She became closer to her family, closer to her past. The memory of the image of Straussers gun in her face visiting her more often again. The day when her father was killed, the day she lost Danny so soon after getting him back. The pain, the damage done, it all started to come back. The all too familiar battle in her mind at heart still raging. It made her take a step back from him. She went more silent, put more distance between her and Monroe.

They were on the road again for the whole day after an early start. She was sitting next to him in front of the wagon, the wind playing with her long hair.

She glanced over, taking him in for just a couple of seconds. He looked different now, different from the President who had stood next to Strausser back in Phily. It was not only his beard, which made him look more edgy, his clothing or the tan on his skin. His eyes were different, his body language too.

They passed a sign, only 10 more miles to Willoughby. After all those weeks, after hundreds and hundreds of miles, there were only 10 miles left between them and the future before her. A future that ,apparently, would have Monroe in it too for now. Charlie turned her eyes back on the dusty road before them. She felt how Monroe glanced her way, but she was not sure if he looked at her or that he noticed the sign too.

They hadn't talked since breakfast , it wasn't that uncommon for them, but today the air was filled with the past and the future. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would see her family, but she would also bring him back to her family.

The last time her Uncle and Monroe met, it almost cost him his life. She was not sure what would happen. What she would bring back to her family and how they would react. Part of her was still not ready to think about it. But part of her realised that the time was now almost there for her to have to think about it.

In the distance she could see the sky getting darker, she could feel rain coming their way. What Charlie was sure of, was that Monroe was right. There were problems ahead, a new battle, danger, a threat. She could feel it as much as she felt and saw those rainclouds coming their way. The sound of thunder, the grey sky lighting up.

Monroe looked at her for only a second and she nodded. They would have to find shelter. Neither of them protested because of the sudden delay. They both had reasons to get to Willoughby as fast as they could, but now when the moments was getting closer, Charlie felt relieved that there was one more moment of delay, delaying the storm that would follow this one.

After some scouting they found a small shed, not too far from the road. When Charlie was getting her bag and things for the night she felt the first raindrops on her skin. It reminded her of the drops of rain on her skin and the thunder after waking up and finding out she was still alive because of him.

They both walked inside, Monroe being efficient and starting a fire in the small fireplace as fast as he could. Charlie turned her back on him and leaned into the doorpost. She crossed her arms before her, almost wanting to protect herself from her own emotions, her long blonde hair falling over one shoulder. The rain was pouring down now, thunder and lightning everywhere. The storm hit them.

There was no way around the fact that he saved her life. First it made her even more angry, but now that emotion gave way for so many new ones. One of them was gratitude. Meeting him, getting to know him. The glimpse of a different man. No. Not a different man she decided. She saw more of him, different parts of him.

She fought with him, she talked to him. She remembered him. She remembered when Monroe was Bass to her. She remembered when his face was not so heavy filled with his past, his eyes light. She took comfort from him. Comfort from Monroe. She never felt so torn, so torn between so many feelings.

Looking back, Charlie felt some kind of pull, some kind of energy, to this man from the very moment he started talking to her in the swimming pool. First it was shaped in the form of hate and loathing, but there was something about his presence that made a difference.

She did not understood at that moment, but from the moment it was not just only them anymore back in Willoughby, she realised how much his presence made a difference. Where she always thought and know for sure she would feel relieve when he was no longer her problem, it would not happen. But for now, she was way too close to the situation to reflect on those feelings.

It was getting darker, a chill creeping up from her legs to her core. She realised she must have been standing and staring into the rain for a while because it was not only getting darker because of the storm. Somewhere beyond those storm clouds, the sun had started to go down. The realisation that this was their last night together on the road, hit her like a strike of lightning.

She felt Monroe taking a step in her direction. She turned her heard towards him and saw that he had her jacket in his hand. He threw the jacket her way, not in an unfriendly way. She caught it mid-air and was happy she could cover his cold shoulders with the fabric.

Her hair got caught under the jacket and with a smooth movement she pulled it out and let the blonde hair fall on her shoulder.s She felt Monroe's eyes on her. She could simply feel he was there, Charlie did not have to look anymore.

The forest around the shed was filled with rain and rolling thunder. In less than a second a strike of lighting hit the ground not far away from where Charlie was standing. The force took her by surprise, her heart pounding from adrenaline. Her instinct kicked in, she stepped back as fast she could. She did not mean to crash into his chest, but all of a sudden he was there. Monroe's hard chest against her soft back. His scruff touching the side of her head, meeting her golden hair.

As much as she always wanted distance, in every possible way, between them, Charlie could not help herself. Monroe's energy, his body so close to her, it made her think about nothing else in that moment. Feeling the warmth of his body took her by surprise. She could feel he did not step away either. For a moment the energy between them had changed. Another roll of thunder got her out of the moment. She took a couple of steps away from him not sure what to do. And just like that, the energy in the shed changed again, it softly went back to what it was before.

'Hungry?' his question sounded so very simple after that very complex and intense moment.

She turned around slowly. Without noticing he prepared a simple meal, a meal she was thankful for, because it gave her something to do. Pulling her even further away from what just happened. She was thankful for his simple question, for not making this harder for her. Sometimes, it was like he was in her head. She gave him some credit for this.

'Very,' was her simple answer.

Monroe sat down with his back relaxed to the back wall of the shed. So here they were, again. A thunderstorm, a small fire, food. Although Charlie realised, with an inside smile, his knife was nowhere around him. Not like that night she tried, with her head full of drugs, to try and kill him one more time before giving in for the moment.

Charlie could have taken a seat against the wall opposed to him, but she didn't. She took some bread and cheese and sat next to him. Almost close enough to feel touch his arm, close enough to feel his warmth again. Almost. They started eating in silence. She wanted to talk to him, but as always, memories and stubbornness got in her way. It was just them. Them, the small fire and a raging storm outside.

Before she was able to hold back, she looked at him. Her eyes looking for his.

'I hope,' she paused, noticing how Monroe was looking a little bit away from her face, but still in her direction, 'I hope Miles is willing to listen to you tomorrow.'

Her voice had no double meaning in it, no goal to harm him. She meant it. It was all she could share with him now.

Monroe looked up and found her eyes, finally. His eyes told her he did not expect this. She could see the fight within him, doubt, memories. He gave her a small nod, and then looked back into the fire. She understood him. At that moment she truly understood him. She did not know what would happen tomorrow. But for now, it was enough.

So, here we are... we have to leave those two behind in the shed for now. But not to worry: I am working on the next chapter already, and starting on the second charloe fanfic, so you can immediately start reading on the next part of their story. It will pick up where we will leave things here!

Also working on a one shot, steamy story, I hope to publish that next week...

for now, ciao! thanks for following and reviewing, for me it is a nice way to share our thoughts about..Charloe and Revolution!