Hi everyone this in my first Revolution fanfic. This mid-season break is going to kill me so I have to channel my frustration into something productive. Hope it will come out enjoyable.

This is a Miles and Charlie fic because I think they have insane chemistry. But the incest thing kinda bothers me so I'm gonna solve that problem…

Please feel free to R&R, I looove feedback. If it's about grammar please consider that English is not my first language, but any comments to improve the story are welcome!

Also note, that the rating may change in the later chapters, who knows where my imagination would take me.

On last note: I do not own Revolution. Sad.

„Run!" yelled Miles almost inarticulately. His voice was all they needed to snap them out of their dumbfounded stupor.

Miles took the lead, dragging Charlie with him. The bullets from the machine gun sprayed the ground behind them, their blow hitting very close sometimes. Maybe it was just sheer luck that none of them was hit.

They run what seemed like an eternity, and Charlie couldn't focus on anything else, just to hold onto Miles's strong grip on her hand, and run as fast as she can. In the relative safety of the wood she risked a glance behind her and was relieved to see that every one of them was still with following. Her mother dragged Danny with her, and Nora helped Aaron to keep the pace. She hoped all of them were fit enough for fleeing at this high tempo for a little while more. Her biggest concern was Danny, he wasn't in his best shape, but Rachel will surely take care of her.

On the basis of the escalating sound it was safe to say, that the chopper was closing on them. Charlie had to renew her strength and forced herself to run even faster. Not that she had a choice, Miles run like all the hounds of hell were behind him and he held her hand so firmly she was basically flying behind him.

When she thought there was no escaping the frightening black helicopter Miles did a sharp turn and flung her into what seemed like an old tunnel.

"In there!" ordered the others in, then continued to hastily descend into the deserted tube, gripping Charlie's hand again.

After a few hundred feet the sound of the chopper unexpectedly started to fade into the distance. Miles halted, having everybody bump into him which he abreacted with a grunt and a shushing sound.

Just a few more seconds later the helicopter was not audible at all.

"Did they turn around?" asked Aaron out of breath.

"Seems like it. Let's move, they will come back" instructed them Miles and continued their path in a slightly slower pace. After a few steps he realized he was still holding Charlie's hand, and now it was unnecessary. He let it go abruptly with an apologetic mumble. Charlie was surprised. Not by the suddenness of the movement, but by the intensity of the lacking feeling which rushed her when she lost contact with his hand. She didn't mind Miles touching her. On the contrary. His hold meant safety, his hold meant a promise to never let her go. So when he did, Charlie had to fight the sudden but very strong urge to entwine her fingers with his once more. But he was right of course. That would be unnecessary and inappropriate. She wanted to do it anyway.

Half an hour and a very frustrated and weary march later Miles stopped in his track for the first time. He was standing in a junction struggling hard to make out the way in the dark.

"All right" he stared while turning towards the others," I know where we are."

Charlie had to constrain her eyes very hard even just to make his form out in the blackness that surrounded them so she found it hard to believe that Miles could possibly know their whereabouts. She searched the eyes of her mother but she seemed to listen to her uncle.

"This tunnel on the right takes us the farther from the power plant. If they not waiting us at the exit we run the hell for it and disappear in the woods."

That sounded like a plan. A weak one, but their only chance.

Although their eyes adapted to the dark, but the tunnel was still very murky and full of debris so running was out of the question. The walls were covered with moss, and sometimes big chunks of bricks collapsed on them, so they had to be very careful. Charlie was worried that that agonizingly slow walk will be the end of them, but it was nearly impossible to pass any faster.

"So, now that we are so cozy… Anyone care to enlighten me how could that chopper fly?" asked Miles in his usual emotionless demeanor asking no one in particular as he tried to get through a huge boulder.

"It was the pendant" said Rachel.

"I thought it was switching on and off unpredictably. I'm sure Monroe wouldn't risk crashing a helicopter."

"He has an amplifier" added Charlie although she didn't completely understood the mechanism of that.

"An amplifier" repeated Miles while stopping in his tracks. "What's an amplifier?"

"It grows the range of the pendant to half a mile and stabilize its functioning" explained Rachel , "but to fly a chopper further than that it has to be onboard. I doubt they had it, that's why they turned around."

"Oh, that's just great" groaned Miles. " I wonder how he obtained such a device. Oh, wait, aren't you a master engineer?"

The flashing in Rachel eyes was visible even in the dark. She strode one step closer to the fuming Miles.

"I had no choice. He had both my kids."

"Oh, come on," snapped Miles while jumping down from the obstacle landing just a feet away from Rachel. "You know he wouldn't kill them. Especially not the girl."

Charlie wanted to interfere, but Miles's last line caught her attention. Now she wanted to hear what will come out of their debate. Her mother and his uncle visibly forgot all about them because they stared into each others eyes with burning fury.

"Then you don't know him as well as you think. He had Strausser point a gun to Charlie's head. "

A painful tremor run through Miles's face.

"He was bluffing. He wouldn't kill her. Even he wouldn't hurt her" he said but his voice was not so convinced now.

"Why?" asked Charlie suddenly. "Why wouldn't he kill me?"

Rachel trembled at the voice of her daughter as if she just realized she was there. She closed her eyes in defeat or maybe she just couldn't look at her when she said:

"Because he's your father."