A/N: So, we've come to the end of the story. Hope you've all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! You guys are awesome reviews! Once again, please forgive the spelling errors.

"So what are we going to do for food?" Connor asked eyeing the meager supply they had in the barn. Charlie thought about it.

"We'll take a few non-perishables but mostly we'll hunt. It's not great but there should be enough game out there to hold us over. Plus if we can find big enough towns there should be a few bars that serve food."

"Well, you and Jason can be in charge of the whole sticking an arrow through an animal thing if you don't mind."

"How have you lasted this long without learning how to hunt?"

"Seriously," Jason looked at him in shock. "You can't hunt?"

"Hey, I had a nice life down in Mexico. We had people who did that for us."

"You are just filling me with confidence," Miles drawled. He stood by the door with his arms crossed.

"Hey Miles," Charlie said. "We're almost done. We can leave within the hour."

"Good. Mind if I borrow your boys for a minute. Don't worry," he said off of her look. "Just going over some last minute instructions." He smiled as she rolled her eyes. Jason and Connor shared a look. He was pretty sure Jason knew where this conversation was going, Connor hasn't been around long enough. Miles walked out of the barn, not looking to see if they were following or not. He walked around the corner of the barn and waited until they caught up, pulled out his knife and began cleaning it.

"Hey man, we're trying to get ready for your little mission," Connor said. "What do you want?" Jason stood quietly next to him, noticing right off the knife Miles had drawn.

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I don't like either of you. You," he pointed to Connor, "I haven't known long enough and you," he pointed at Jason, "I've known to long. What assurance do I have that you won't screw Charlie over out there?"

Jason jump in defensively, "You know I would never do anything to hurt Charlie."

"You mean like when you threw her off a train or when you shot at us in the Tower?"

Jason glared at Miles but kept him mouth shut. Connor looked horrified at his new 'friend,' "Seriously?"

"And you, cartel boy," Miles turned to him. "You nearly killed Bass back in Mexico and you've made very clear what you think about us. How do I know you won't be the one to turn on Charlie and this punk?"

"Hey, Charlie's the only one in this hellhole that I actually like. If I was going to screw someone over, it wouldn't be her."

"Oh, yes, that makes me feel much better."

Jason held out his arms in a placating gesture, "Look man, I don't know about Connor but I want to destroy these Patriots and sticking with you is the best way to do it. I'm in it for the long haul." Connor nodded his head in agreement. "You're just gonna have to trust us."

"I don't, actually." Miles took a step forward, pointing his knife at them. "And I'll tell you something else. If anything happens to Charlie, I swear—"

"You'll kill us, we know," Connor said.

"No, I won't. I really won't," He smiled at them then walked back towards the barn. "One more thing," he said, turning around. "Keep it in your pants or lose it." With that he was gone.

"He threatened you, didn't he?" Charlie asked when they returned. The expressions on their face said it all. "Good. Saves me the trouble of doing it."

Connor placed a hand over his heart, "You wound me, Matheson. I thought we were getting along."

"Just 'cause I like you Bennett doesn't mean I trust you. Just ask Jason."

The man in question scratched his head nervously, "I thought that we were going to forget about that?" Charlie just shrugged.

"Yeah, about that," Connor said. "What's this about throwing her off of a train?"

"Hey, it was either that or have my dad shoot her." Connor stared at him before nodding.

"Fair enough."

Charlie finished putting the last bit of food in her bag. "That should be it. If you guys are done bonding now, we should go say our goodbyes then head out. We got a long road ahead."

"Yes ma'am," the boys responded, mock saluting her.

"Smart-asses."

*** Neville's POV***

"You sure you wanna be doing this boy?" Tom Neville watched the others with suspicion as his son packed up his bag and weapons on his horse. Being with the Monroe's and Matheson's left him with an uneasy feeling, and being separated from his only ally made him more than a bit twitchy. He still wasn't sure that this wasn't just some play to separate him from his son and then kill them both.

"If we want to take down the Patriots than this is where we need to be."

"But to go out alone with them?"

"Charlie and Connor are cool. Remember, they need us just as much as we need them. So as long as we don't try anything," he looked pointedly at his dad. "I'm pretty sure they'll keep us around."

"That blind faith of yours is what's going to get you killed."

Jason just smile and returned to packing his horse. Though Neville would never admit it, he was worried about his son. After what he went through at the reeducation center and then being questioned by the Patriots… it turned his stomach just thinking about it. But if anything it showed him that his son was tough. Tougher than he ever gave him credit for. They may have their issues but Jason was his son.

"Jason."

"Yes, sir?"

Neville hesitated for a moment. He patted his son on the shoulder, "Good luck, son."

Jason turned and stared at his father, there was a slight trace of astonishment on his face. Finally he straightened and held out his hand which Neville readily took.

"Thank you, Dad."

*** Monroe's POV***

"Remember, the key is to draw as little attention as possible—"

"Got it."

"—so if you need to kill someone, use a blade—"

"Will do."

"—and whatever you do, don't screw around with Charlie or else—"

"Dad!"

"—Miles will kill you," Monroe finished. Connor glared at him.

"This isn't my first rodeo. Besides, Miles already made it perfectly clear, Charlie is off limits. Got it."

Monroe ran a hand down his face causing Connor to smirk. "You're really putting an effort into this 'dad' thing, huh?"

"Look, I'm just worried about you kid."

"No, I get it, I mean… I just wanted to say that, I noticed."

Monroe looked at this son with appreciation. When Connor had first come back with them he was distant, sarcastic and extremely moody. Miles said that was natural Monroe behavior. Well, if that was true he had a better appreciation for Miles putting up with him for all those years.

After spending more time with the gang though, especially Charlie, he was beginning to come around. It probably helped that he took Miles' advice to back off the kid a bit.

"You gotta remember Bass, you're strangers to each other. You wanna be a father, fine, but dial it back a bit or you're going to lose him."

It looked like Miles had been right. Who would have guessed that it would be Miles giving advice about fatherhood. Charlie, even though she was just his niece, really did a number on him. At first Monroe just thought his friend was going soft but now he understood. Kid's change everything, no matter how old they were.

"Take care out there kid," he said holding out his hand. Connor took it without hesitation. He smiled at his dad and winked, "Always."

*** Matheson's POV***

"You know what you're supposed to do?" Miles asked his niece as she finished tying up her pack. He had spent the last half hour convincing Rachel that she had nothing to worry about. That sending those two boys with her daughter was a good thing and that she would be home safe and sound before she knew it. But Rachel had seen right through him, knowing that his words were just as much to convince himself as they were for her.

Charlie turned to her uncle with a knowing smile. "I know, and don't worry. I'll try to keep my stupid to a minimum."

Miles smiled, the kid was becoming more and more like him all the time. "Just remember, don't hesitate to put those boys in their place if they start acting like dicks. And no kissing, with either of them. I don't think I can handle that right now."

"I think I can take care of a couple of guys," Charlie smirked, "And don't worry, if there's kissing you won't find out about it." Miles took a swipe at her head and she ducked, laughing. "Getting slow, old man."

Miles chuckled and pulled her into a hug, "See ya soon, kid."

"Love you too, Miles."

His breath hitched. He was so screwed.

*** The Departure ***

"Keep to the side roads," Monroe said. "Most Patriots will take the main road, more official looking."

"Don't use your names unless you have to," Miles said handing Charlie her reigns. "And never use them in a public place."

"Make sure you came in a defensible position," Neville added. "And always set up a watch."

"And Charlie," Rachel said, speaking up for the first time. "Don't forget to sleep with your knife." Everyone turned to look at her but she had the same serene look she always wore.

"Got it mom," Charlie said, with a small smile.

"Well," Miles said, finding no other relevant information to pass along. "Good luck kiddos. See you in a month." They all nodded their goodbyes and turned their horses towards the woods.

"Now that," Monroe said as the three disappeared. "Is what the future of this country looks like."

Miles gave him a look, "What, you mean like 'Monroe Republic: The Next Generation?' That's a scary thought."

"Lord, help us all," Neville muttered.

THE END

A/N: And the three young amigos go on an I probably won't start another multi-chapter story now, I want to work on my own stuff, but I may try more oneshots later. Hope you enjoy tonight's episode! I can't wait to see some Charlie/Connor screen time! Please review!