Wow that took a long time to write, sorry I couldn't think of anything. My brain is not on the same page with me. Well anyways, chapter 3

I don't own Revolution or the characters.

Charlie couldn't remember the last time she was ever this comfortable, she lay on a cloud with the sun brighlty warming her skin. There was no other place she would rather be, she wanted to stay here forever, no war, no battle for power, no deah. The soft sound of a woman rang in her ears, turning into an annoying buzz. The buzz got louder and louder, as a swarm of yellow jackets buzz right toward her. Wided eyed Charlie rolled off her cloud and into the darkness below.

Ripped from her sleep Charlie whipped out her blade and raised it. It rested just inched from her mother's throat. The fog of her dream cleared and she dropped the blade. "Sorry." She mummbled while rubbing her eyes.

"It is your turn for watch." With that she backed up and left, Charlie wasn't sure where beacuse this was the only free room. She heard the water in the bathroom begin to run, that answered that.

Considering they were in a house, on a farm with achers of land, doing watch was easy...and boring. Every ten minutes or so you just had to check a few windows, so having to sit up for hours was not fun.

Charlie lay on the old dusty couch staring at the celing that she thinks was once white, she was trying to make shapes out of the layers of dirt. She sighed loudly, sitting up fast on the couch she grapped her near by gun and stomped of toward the window. The first window was just looking out toward the red barn, the others looked out to the surronding fields...nothing, the night was just silent. Next she was going to have to start dressing up in the left behind chlothing just to entertain herself. Doing watch was never fun for Charlie but everyone had to do their part. She headed toward the kitchen, the family had a large pantry where the food was kept. The family moved out, like her family did. All that was left was one can of gravey thay expired ten years ago. Charlie just closed the door. She was now onto the drawers and cupboards, looking for anything that they could take with them. She fpu d a few flashlights but after the years the battereies in them leaked, leaving them destoried. One drawer held all the cutlery, but she found no knives, assuming they were taken as weapons. The kitchen was a bust.

A few closets lines the hallways, she picked one and searched it, towls and cloths too tattered to consider bringing. The next brought her something more interesting, a blue boombox sat on the top shelf. She brought it out, taking an old cloth to whipe away dust. She walked to the living room, finding an outlet she plugged it in. Flipping through FM and AM stations she found nothing but she didn't have much hope for it anyways.

Near a desicated house plant Charlie found some cased CDs, she remembered these...kinda. Most she remembered were Ipods and MP3 player, but her mother kept a few of these. Most were laybel and a few were empty. From the ones laybled she got one conclusion, country lovers, how cliche. She took the newest unmarked one and put it in. A unfamiliar song flowed out, but it was not country, it was slow and sad. Charlie moved around to the tone, she use to like dancing, this was almost like ballet. She was in a few classes as a kid but she can remember much about it. Charlie closed her eyes and just allowed the music to guide her around the room. This was starting to be fun. "What are you doing?" The voice made her jump about three feet in the air, she wirled around fast, stopping the song at the same time.

"Jason, what are you doing up?" She said still trying to calm her heart.

"I asked you first." He said smiling.

"I was just trying to pass the time...you know."

"So you were dancing?"

"Well I wouldn't call it that."

"Neither would I." He said laughing again, she walked up and smacked his arm.

"That is not nice."

Jason reached forward and grabbed her shoulders. "I am only kidding Charlie." He pulled her in closer. "Let me show you a real dance." Moving his arm past her he hit the play button as well as restaring the song. His hands went to her arms, guiding them up to his neck. When he placed them, he removed his and they soon found her waist. He slowly guided her around the room in small steps, she let her feet mirror his, she rested her head on his shoulder. They didn't speak, just danced.

When the song came to a sad end, Charlie pushed away from Jason. Not too far, just far enough to see him. The song changed to a pop song she heard befeore but she didn't know the name of it. "Thank you, that was fun." She beamed at him. "Your just full of surprises."

Jason leaned in a kissed her sofyly. Just letting the conversation end there. Taking her by the hand, he brought her to the couch. He sat down, pulling her next to him. She didn't fight it she lay her head on him and closed her eyes. "It is my turn for watch, just go to sleep." It was then Charlie realized he had turned down the music to a soft murmer.

Letting her eye lids fall she let him play with the ends of her hair until it lulled her back into a dream, but this time she was not alone on the cloud in the sky.

Writting on a tablet is both hard and super annoying, you end up with double the spelling mistakes. I was so up for cutting Rachel's throat but sadly that would be wrong. Hope you liked it anyways.

Xoxo Cori

P.s I'll make it longer and better next time.