A/N: I don't own Revolution, but if I did I would change some things.

"We have to get you out of here," Miles began throwing things in Charlie's pack.
"Miles stop! I don't understand what's going on. Why do I have to leave?" Charlie was trying to get her pack away from Miles and put it all back.
Miles had never done this. He had never tried to send send her away when something was up. What was the big deal now that she had to run and hide like a coward.
"I'm ready to go," Monroe walked in with his pack slung over his shoulder.
"You're not going anywhere," Charlie glared as she futilely chased Miles trying to unpack her things.
"Yes he is Charlie, and you're going with him," Miles closed up her pack and helped her put it and handed her the crossbow.
"I'm not going anywhere dammit!" Charlie had, had enough of all the non answers and the pained look on Monroe's face.
"Now will someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?" Charlie squared off with Miles.
"There's a bounty on our heads Charlie. Miles and Rachel think it's best if you and I get out of town for a while until they can get some more people to join our fight against the Patriots," Monroe sensed that Charlie needed to be told what was going on otherwise her cooperation was not going happen.
"You and Bass are going west to the Rockies," Miles hugged Charlie.
"It's almost dark, we need to get ready to go," Monroe popped his head back in the room.
"Listen, I wouldn't send you away if I didn't think it was necessary, but two bounty hunters arrived today and paid us a visit. Rachel is keeping them busy in town. You have to leave now before they realize what we're doing," Miles began walking with her towards the door.
Monroe was already on one of the horses with his packed secured tight. The evening sky had no moon but plenty of stars.
"Listen, keep the stupid to a minimum and don't let Bass boss you around, but keep an eye on him," Miles kissed the top of Charlie's head.
"You think he's up to something?" Charlie became weary.
"Not like that, I mean watch his back," Miles helped secure Charlie's pack and crossbow to the horse.
"Some former Militia are going to hide us along the way. Be waiting for word from Jacob and Savannah Redman," Monroe seemed to be a little impatient.
"Friends if yours?" Charlie cocked one eyebrow.
"Yep, us," Monroe pointed between himself and Charlie.
"I'll be listening. Bass, anything happens to her, don't bother coming back," Miles shook Monroe's hand.
"Come on Savannah, let's get out of here before the bounty hunters realize we have their horses," Monroe turned his horse around.
Charlie shot Monroe a look of contempt.
"What? Presents from your mom," Monroe shrugged.
"Let's go Jacob," Charlie laughed at the thought of her mom stealing horses.
Miles watched as Charlie and Monroe kicked the horses into a gallop and were out if sight before he knew it. How could he tell Charlie that the kid she had once loved was now a bounty hunter for the Patriots? On top of that, his psychotic father was the other bounty hunter? He wouldn't tell Charlie that. He didn't want her to know her first love, Jason Neville, was the one that was tasked to bring her and Monroe in. He still didn't understand why Charlie had a bounty on her head anyway. Monroe, he knew full well why he had one on his, but Charlie? It was time he had a talk with old Nipples.