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DISCLAIMER:

Some verbatim conversation from the show. I do not own the show, though I think I should. They've been royally screwing up Bass and any hope for us Charloe shippers the last episodes. I think they should just give the show to me and I'll write the remaining episodes for them and take over writing season 3, which will have an extremely heavy Charloe presence!

All joking aside, even though I think I should own Revolution, specifically Bass/David Lyons... I don't. Not a smidgen, not a scrap. No copywrite infringement intended, this is purely for entertainment purposes. Don't sue, you can't pluck a bald chicken, after all.

CHAPTER 28:

"Charlie!?" Bass got jerked from his sleep by the continued shouting of Charlie's name. Birds were chirping above him and he could feel his back was warm from where the rays of the sun connected with his skin. "Charlie, where are you?" Suddenly there was movement next to him, a body, equally naked as his own he realized, shifted against him. Long, slender fingers wrapped around his forearm and a plump ass shoved back against his aching morning wood. Charlie, he realized. The body pressing so enticingly against his was Charlie's. His eyes shot opened and he cursed under his breath, goddamn, they had fallen asleep after their bout of sex. Fallen asleep in the middle of the woods with no one knowing where they were.

That's when reality hit, Rachel... it was Rachel's voice calling Charlie's name and the voice was getting louder and closer. God damn that woman for ruining his morning, he'd wanted to slowly wake Charlie and slip into her from behind but Rachel's incessant screeching made it all too clear that if they didn't get their butts moving they would be discovered. "Charlotte?" He kept his voice soft as he tried to wake the woman in his arms.

Her soft, warm skin felt good against his and once more he damned Rachel for her interruption "Charlie, wake up. Your mother is about five minutes from finding us and something tells me she won't like what she'll see." Slowly the pliant body next to his stirred and shifted onto her back. Blue eyes opened and plush, wet lips formed into a lazy smile "Hey, you." She reached up and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. Damn Rachel. "Charlotte, you gotta wake up. Rachel is almost here." This seemed to penetrate the last of the sleepy haze in her head and she shot up into a sitting position.

Bass couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the confused and shocked expression on her face, Damn but she was beautiful. Her hair was a mess, there were creases from the fabric of his jacket on her face and her blue eyes were blurry and still half asleep. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. "Charlie!?" Rachel's voice seemed to spur her into action and within seconds she was dressed. Bass followed her example and saw her getting more nervous as Rachel's voice came closer and closer. "Relax." He whispered and placed a soft kiss in her neck. "She's not going to know anything. I'll see you at camp, okay." Another soft kiss to her neck and he moved away.

He didn't get three feet before she grabbed his arm and pulled him back, her mouth coming up for a deep kiss "I know. We can't let them know, for now. But Bass... if this works, if we work, then we are going to have to tell them at some point." He couldn't keep a grin from his face "It's all you, baby. You call the shots." She smirked at him and kissed him once more "Don't I always." He chuckled as he walked away, leaving her there to be found by her mother.

Back at the camp he was halted by Evan, the previous nights happenings coming back to him. "I explained to the men what happened last night. They agree with what you did." Bass didn't hide his surprise or pleasure from that statement. "I also made it a point to let them know Charlie is off limits." Bass nodded "Good. Anyone goes near her with less than good intentions can expect the same treatment as the douches from last night. They were rid of, I assume?"

Evan nodded "Buried them out in the woods so the animals won't be attracted to the smell of them" Out of the corner from his eyes he saw Charlie and Rachel had returned to camp. Charlie was looking pissed and Rachel had that sour look on her face that seemed to have been permanently etched there, he wondered what had transpired between the two women. "That good, Boss?" His attention was jerked back to Evan and he cleared his throat "What was that?" He asked the other man to clarify because he hadn't heard the last few words.

Miles came up to them, his fingers clenched around the book with the Arabic scribbles in it and the small paper Soner had written his translation on. He directed his attention to Evan "You said your guy could translate it? This is all he got?" Bass could hear the disappointment in Miles' voice. "The cadets are heading to Austin." Evan replied, "Texas government is on the chopping block."

"At least we have a great plan." Miles' words were dripping with sarcasm "We'll just wander around Austin aimlessly until we can see some suicide bombers." Bass eyes connected briefly with Charlie's and she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "I don't see what can go wrong." Miles added, still sarcastic and his gaze shifted from Charlie to Bass. "You wanna translate it yourself, pall? Have at it." Was Evan's cocky reply.

Bass knew Miles' wasn't going to like that, Miles never liked it when people mouthed off to him. "You think this is a game?" Miles asked the war-clan member "Patriots take Texas, that's it, it's over. There'll be nobody else big enough to stop them. And now they're three days ahead of us on the road."

They were startled by people yelling and weapons being drawn. Bass reached for his gun and aimed it at the direction where now unexpected movement came from. His eyes widening briefly at what he saw.

Connor was rounding the corner of a building but that wasn't what had caught Bass' attention. No, it was the gun that was being shoved against his neck by none other than Jason Neville. Charlie stepped around him "Jason?" Her voice filled with wonder and something else that Bass didn't like one bit. "Let him go" He demanded. He knew Charlie still felt... something, for the former Militia member but if that traitor kid hurt Connor he'd be dead before he hit the ground.

It didn't seem like Jason was listening though so he repeated the words, this time more force to them "Let him go!" Realizing he shouldn't show Jason all his cards he fought to get his emotions under control. He re-adjusted his grip on his gun and repeated once more, this time calmly "I said, let him go."

Finally Jason spoke "This was the only way to get through the door." And wasn't that the truth, if he'd shown up by himself there would already be a bullet in his brain. Using Connor as a hostage though didn't much help his odds, where Bass was concerned. "But I wanna help you." Bass as still staring daggers into Jason's head but the words registered.

"You wanna help us?" Bass could clearly hear the disbelief and distrust in Miles' voice, a mirror of his own thoughts and emotions. "How?" A perfectly good question, thought Bass. His gun still aimed at Jason's head. The young man eyes each and everyone carefully before he let go of Connor and shoved him towards Bass.

His son stumbled towards him and Bass reached out a hand to assure himself the young man was alright, his gun never wavering from it's target. Finger restlessly on the trigger, all his strength and control needed to keep him from pulling the trigger and eliminating this nuisance once and for all. Jason reached into a pocket and fished out a document. "Intell from Truman's office." He stated.

Bass sought quick eye contact with Miles before the other man stepped forward, reaching for the offered document. "Really?" Still not believing a word the man was saying though. "How's your dad feel about that?" Bass smirked at Miles' sneer but turned his head back to the younger man when he spoke. "I could care less about that. He sent cadets to Austin. I don't know why, but they're headed to 19 Arnold street."

Miles' brown eyes connected with his and he could read the question loud in his friends eyes. Should we trust him, is he speaking the truth, what should we do. Bass replied the only way he knew how, with a narrowing of his eyes and an almost imperceptible shrug. I don't know, has he ever, what do you wanna do.

"Why are you telling us this?" Bass could think of a few things, none of them good but for the moment he would let Miles do the talking. "Because whatever they're gonna do, I need to come with you, and I wanna help you stop 'em." The young man's voice had a strain to it, an earnesty that Bass hadn't expected.

"Are you joking." Bass kept his eyes on Jason, his gun trained on the younger mans head but he felt Charlie shift next to him. Her voice telling him that she didn't believe a words the guy was saying. How could she, he knew that Jason betrayed her enough time for her to severely question his intent and honesty. "After all the times you screwed us over?" Bass didn't like the look Jason threw Charlie one bit and once more his finger caressed the trigger.

"She's got a great point." Miles added and Bass couldn't have said it any better. "Yeah, I know she does." Jason said and kept his gaze on Charlie, making Bass' trigger finger itch with want. Jason took a step forward "And right now I'm the last guy you should be trusting." Bass once more tightened his grip and reacquired his aim on Jason's head, his eyes widening when the younger man raised his hand and pulled the lower lid on his left eye down, revealing a small tattoo on the skin. A number.

"You have any idea what that is?" Oh, boy, did they. He lowered his gun slightly in shock, this was going from bad to worse to truly and completely fucked in seconds. "Yeah," Came Miles' subdued reply "We've seen one or two." His friends mind undoubtedly going back to the two kids who had caused them so much trouble. One of them almost succeeding in taking down Charlie. He felt her move again but kept his eyes on Jason, now was not the time to lose focus.

"That's what those sons of bitches did to me, that, and a lot more. I know I got nothing here, nothing but burned bridges and I know theres no reason for you to take me but I'm asking. I can help. I need payback. One sharp, clear moment Bass felt for the guy. Understood him, understood the want, the need to get back at those bastards who did things that were to awful to speak of. But he wasn't stupid. "How do we know this isn't a trick?" Bass finally spoke "How do we know you're not zombie-fied, right now."

"You don't." Bass had to give the kid credit for not folding under his stare. Maybe Neville Jr had bigger balls that he'd initially given him credit for. "But if I step out of line, just an inch... shoot me." Oh, he liked that idea. He would, too, Bass would have no trouble whatsoever shooting Jason if he even remotely formed a threat to anyone in their little army. Except maybe Rachel and Gene... aww, who the hell was he kidding. Those two dying would wreck Charlie and he couldn't take that, he'd even put a bullet in the kids brain of he were a threat to those two banes of his existence.

"Seriously, are you actually considering this?" He could hear the anger and astonishment in Charlie's voice. He knew why she was angry, why she was worried but he also knew Miles and he were going to take Jason's offer. They had no choice. They were behind now, running after the facts and Jason's knowledge and intell would help them get the upper hand.

"No, this kid could come in handy." He didn't look at her as he said the words, knowing she was glaring at him right now. "It's like he said, he makes one wrong move... we shoot him." His voice was calm and hoped that Charlie would get the point, get that they had no other choice. One of the clan members stepped forward and cuffed Jason's wrists, a security measure they could not do without. Just because the kid said he could be trusted didn't mean they were stupid enough to actually do so.

"I can't believe you're actually okay with this." Charlie had cornered him while he was loading the wagon for their departure. Bass turned and smirked at her "What, not happy you get to spend a little time with Neville JR? Far as I remember the two of you were pretty smitten with one another." She snorted at him and dumped her own bag in the back of the wagon "You know damn well that whatever was going on between me and Jason is long past." Her blue eyes searched his face and she smiled smugly "Why, General Monroe, is that jealousy I detect?"

"You wish." But the tone of his voice was teasing and he caught her smiling at him. She jammed her elbow into his side and shoved him out of the way so she could climb into the back of the wagon. "Damn, woman. Careful." He complained jokingly "I'll be black and blue before we even get to Austin." and he threw another bag in after her. "Look, I don't like it much either, okay. I don't trust him any more than you do but the info he has, it gives us a plan. Now we don't have to sit on our asses wondering what to do, we can actually take action."

Charlie nodded in understanding "Still gonna keep a close eye on him, though" And he smiled at her "You'd be stupid if you wouldn't... and you're not stupid, Charlotte."

He checked if there was anyone in earshot "What did Rachel say when she found you in the woods?" Bass asked when he had surmised that no one was within hearing range.

She sat down on the tailgate of the wagon, slender legs dangling off the side "The usual. How dare I leave without telling where I went, where did I go, who was I with, why were there twigs and leaves in my hair." Bass chuckled "What did you tell her?"

"That it was none of her damn business. That she wasn't my supervisor and I don't have to explain or report every damn thing I do to her." He was proud of her for sticking up to her mother like that. "That's my girl." He grinned.

Charlie leaned in closer and grabbed the front of his shirt "Damn right." She smirked before she shoved him off and crawled further into the wagon. There was movement in the corner of his eyes and he saw his son leading Jason Neville over to the.

Connor shoved Jason into the wagon and sat down next to the guy, keeping his gun trained on the man and not taking his eyes off him obviously suspicious. Bass wasn't surprised, you tend to get a little suspicious if a guy takes you hostage to negotiate a treaty with a gun pressed to your head.

Bass climbed on top of the wagon and grinned at Miles as he sat down beside him. "Buck up, Pal. You can go seventy two hours without the old 'ball and chain'" He grinned "This is a boys weekend, we're gonna have ourselves some fun." He snapped the reigns "Get up!" and the wagon was set into motion.

Here was another chappie for you all, I hope you liked it. These upcoming few are the last ones that will follow the show since I didn't like the latest ep one teeny, tiny bit. They're fucking up my Monroe and I hate them for it.

So, almost got caught by the blonde menace this time. She will find out eventually and so will Miles . I just wrote the chapter that he does. Also, minor Aaron and Priscilla appearances coming up in the story.

Still coming in 'When The Wrong One Loves You Right' Hurt, Love, Pain, betrayal, deaths (other than Jason) People will find out about things, there will be hissy fits and naturally... more sex ;p

Stay tuned, y'all!

Thanks for reading and staying with me, I hope you guys are still liking the story. Like I said before this is a PWP gone completely out of control because I have rough drafts up till chapter 34 already! Still polishing them up and making small changes. Let me know if there are any plot holes I skipped over of if things just don't add up because there are still AT LEAST 10 more chapters to come (most likely closer to 15/20 though) So let me know of any messy bits and I will find a way to fix them.

Thanks again feel free to review, rant, add, gush you're wonderful little reader hearts out because that's what keeps my writers heart thumping :D

Love you all!

Marisa