Alright, here's my stab at a Miles/Bass character swap fic. I could only find one other one on FF-Crazy Train by Delylah-It's good go check it out if you love Revolution and wish IT WASNT CANCELLED. LOL.

So basically, this is what would happened in my world if it was Bass working in that hotel in Chicago and Miles was the one running the Republic. Miles is one cold bastard too.

Also, Rachel is still held prisoner, so that dynamic will be different, and they still find Nora-bit different there too.

But how is Charlie going to convince Bass to help her get Danny back? That is the question.

Go to Chicago, Ben gasped out. Find Sebastian Monroe. He'll … help you … get Danny back.

He'll help you get Danny back.

That was the mantra I kept repeating to myself as I stood on the steps to some hotel that was probably once beautiful. Now it was a piece of crap. Just like the rest of the world.

"Stay close to me," Maggie murmured, eyeing the room and keeping one hand on her weapon as they made their way to the bar.

I bit back a retort and obeyed for once, knowing I was out of my element here. Any one of these guys could snap my neck.

"What can I get you?" A cute curly-haired guy wiping glasses behind the bar looked over at me and smiled. "Lemme guess-a Coke?"

I would've been offended by the insinuation if I wasn't still scared to death for my brother and shell-shocked by the death of my father. I didn't have time for childish banter. "I'm looking for someone."

He smirked. "Baby, you are in the wrong place. What are you seventeen? Eighteen?"

I bristled. "I'm twenty."

He was surprised but I guess with my hair down long around my face and shoulders and the jacket I was wearing, I looked a bit younger than he was used to around here.

"I'm looking for Sebastian Monroe. Do you know him?"

The bartender shook his head and kept swirling the rag around the same glass. "Monroe? Like the Republic?"

I shrugged. "I guess."

"What do you want with him if I see him?"

"Tell him … tell him Ben Matheson is dead." Tears pricked my eyes at the admission, but a valiant effort was made to not cry.

He stopped working and looked at me more closely. "And who might you be?"

I cleared my throat. "I'm Charlie, Ben's daughter."

The guy stared at me and suddenly it was like he was a different person. He set the glass down on the bar and flicked a couple fingers at me. "Follow me."

"I don't think so, whoever you are," Maggie broke in. "She's not going anywhere with you."

He leaned over. "She is if she wants to find Sebastian Monroe."

My heart rate quickened. "Maggie, it's okay. Stay down here and keep watch. I'll be fine."

"You don't even know him," she protested.

"Yeah she does," he smiled. "Come on."

I wondered what that meant. "Have we met?"

"No more questions down here. It's not safe. If you want answers come with me."

And so I did. What other choice did I have?

Upstairs it was nice and quiet and dark. The bartender poured a drink and offered me one but I shook my head. He'd been right. I don't drink.

"Now before I tell you anything about Monroe, what's going on and why do want him?"

I swallowed and set down my bag on the floor next to me. "These men came to my village-militia. They wanted my dad, I guess, and something happened. He got shot. They took my brother instead. Before he died, my dad told me to come here and find Sebastian Monroe, that he would help me get my brother back."

The guy was quiet, eyes studying me over his glass the entire time I was speaking. Now he stood up and finished the drink off. "I'm real sorry about your dad, kid, but I can't help you."

"What? You said you'd tell me where Sabastian is." I stood up to and went over to him.

"I'm Sebastian Monroe."

I stopped, shocked. "You?"

"Me." His voice was flat.

"Okay," I said slowly, processing what he said, "but then why can't you help me? My dad said you would." My chest was beginning to tighten.

"Kid, I haven't seen your dad in over a dozen years. We used to know each other back in day, but that's all over now."

"Please," I began, fully willing to beg for his help, but he cut me off.

"Where do you think the militia is taking your brother?"

"I-I assume the capitol. Philadelphia."

He nodded. "Okay, so that's over nine-hundred miles away." He held up his index finger. "Strike one. Do you know who ordered your father to be taken? I mean, who the leader of the Republic is now?"

I looked him over, desperately grasping at anything. "Not you?"

He smiled, grim and hard. "Not me. In fact, it's your uncle. Miles Matheson. That's who's in charge. Strike two."

"Wait a minute, what? Uncle Miles is … what?" My mind swirled at the new implications. "Why would he kill my dad? Why take Danny?"

"Killing your dad was accident, I'm guessing. Your brother was taken as a consolation prize."

"Okay," I said slowly, trying very hard to keep up, "so what does that mean?"

"It means, kid, that your uncle-who I tried to kill, by the way (strike three)-is going to be royally pissed. So you want me to travel nine-hundred miles to rescue some kid I've never even met from my old friend who I tried to shoot in the head who also happens to be the Commanding-General of the Monroe Republic? No thanks."

When he put it that way… I smothered a sob with the back of my hand and turned away. What was I supposed to do now? Chicago was the furthest I'd been in over fifteen years. I could track, but fighting? Fighting soldiers? I would die and Danny would be lost forever.

"My uncle, Miles, what's he like? I don't really remember him, or what he looks like. He was funny," I remembered suddenly. "He used to let me sit on his lap and tickle me. My dad didn't like it." Ben Matheson had never been known for his sense of humor.

Sebastian snorted lightly. "I bet he didn't."

I turned. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He held up his hands. "Listen, I don't know what you want me to say. Miles isn't the same guy you remember. He's not funny anymore and he certainly doesn't joke around. Unless he's torturing some poor schmuck who crossed him." Sebastian took another shot of whiskey. "Then he's a barrel of laughs."

My tears slowly dried up and I finally looked over at him, coldly. "I'll rescue my brother myself. Have fun hiding from Miles."

Sebastian looked down for a moment. "I'll walk you out. I'm sorry," he added.

I didn't acknowledge that. Instead, I asked, "Why did you try to shoot him?" I was a step or two in front and suddenly I stopped, forcing him to stop also or collide with me. I bent my neck looking up at him.

Sebastian stared at me, sorrowfully. "Some things are better left unsaid. It's best if you remember him like he was. Not like what this world has turned him into."

I paled. "So, Danny… he's not going to be safe there?" It had crossed my mind that as our uncle, Miles would treat Danny like family. That maybe I was freaking out for nothing. The look on Sebastian's face said otherwise.

"I don't think he would kill him, but listen, there's something else you should know."

"What?"

He opened his mouth, but then something behind me caught his attention. I turned and saw Nate coming over.

"Charlie, are you okay? You're crying." He looked accusingly at the man behind me.

I quickly started down the steps. "I'm fine, Nate, let's just go." I tried to grab his arm as I brushed past him, but he deftly maneuvered out of my grasp. "What are you doing? I said I'm fine. He can't help us."

Sebastian smiled. "You should really do what the girl says, Nate."

Nate sneered and raised a fist. I stared at him disbelieving he was making such a big deal about this. Sebastian suddenly grabbed his arm and twisted, jerking Nate's sleeve up.

"Oh my God." I stared in shock at his wrist. More specifically, the big ugly M scarred onto it, marking him as one of the militia of the Monroe Republic. "Nate, what? You're a soldier?"

Suddenly, the bar was flooded with several more militia. I looked for Maggie in panic.

"Get out of here," Sebastian yelled, hopping over the bar and sliding a sword out from somewhere behind. He started fighting Nate and two others with ease. I was impressed.

Maggie grabbed my arm and I ran with her outside and down some steps. Suddenly a sword was at my throat and we had no choice but stop and surrender.

"On your knees," one soldier hissed, pressing the tip hard into the soft skin of my neck. We obeyed, dropping our bags as we did so. "So… I hear we've got ourselves another Matheson, boys. The General will be interested in this one. He'll have the whole set as soon as we deliver. On top of it we've landed Sabstian Monroe, public enemy number one."

The rest of his comrades cheered and I swallowed hard. These guys already knew about Danny. Were they the same ones who took him?

A loud noise behind me startled everyone and the soldier holding me hostage dropped his sword from my throat. A body came crashing through the double glass doors, rolling down the steps and onto the street. Sebastian shoved his sword through two more soldiers until the rest took off and we were safe. For now.

"Come on, hurry," he motioned, jogging down the stairs. "Run. They'll be back."

"Does this mean you're helping us?" I asked breathlessly.

"Well, since you led the militia literally to my doorstep, I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?"

I reached out to touch his shoulder. "Thank you, Sebastian. You'll never know how much this means to me." Tears threatened to spill over and I fought them back with much effort.

He shrugged and pulled me into an alleyway. Maggie and Aaron followed. "Call me Bass."