So...here's a second chapter. It's really more of a snapshot of the same 'verse. I might have an idea for another if anyone likes this chapter.

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Copyright: Revolution is owned by Kripke. And he is a cruel but loving master.

Charlie runs a tight ship. She wakes him up at the ass crack of dawn looking like she slept like a rock and doesn't stop the whole damn day. Now, Sebastian Monroe is not a weak man by any standards, nor is he, god forbid, old...but the question must be asked. What does this girl put in her metaphorical cheerios each morning?

On top of the fact that she is quickly becoming the reincarnation of his and Miles' old sergeant, Charlie is staring at him like she's trying to figure him out. It wouldn't make him uncomfortable except he's fairly certain she could. "You're staring, Miss Matheson."

Charlie doesn't even startle, just keeps looking at him. "I just don't understand how anything got done between the two of you."

Bass cocks an eyebrow at her before replying, "Well, Miles's people skills aren't the result of a solitary lifestyle. They are magically that bad."

She smiles at him, and he's pretty sure it's a real one but he hasn't seen one before to know. "Oh really? I hadn't noticed."

"Ha. Thankfully, he had me, and trust me, Charlotte, I can be quite charming when I want to be, to keep him from getting killed." Bass laughs once again, recalling old memories that never quit.

Charlie is looking at him weirdly, like she just now realized he was a person before he was General Sebastian Monroe, like he might have been likable and happy before he turned psychotic. "Where did it all go wrong? How did you go from that to a batshit crazy dictator?"

There are answers to that, lies he could tell. Hell, he could tell her to shut her mouth again, because this is something that actually hurts. This is something that shouldn't be said. But damn those Mathesons because he could never keep anything from any of them. "Same reason you went from an obnoxiously naive child to who you are now. War. Death. Losing, or almost losing, the most important people in your life. People you would die for. I thought my actions were protecting my family but instead I just ruined everything." He stops to take a breath because, damn, this is hard. Charlie takes a step towards him as if to make sure he's all right. "Miles is my only family, Charlie."

She nods because this is something she can understand. Her mom might be alive but Miles is the only thing she counts as family anymore. "Where're...the rest?"

He's too far gone to even think about being vague. "Dead. Gone before I was ready for them to go...Guess we have that in common, too, huh?"

Charlie nods again, her eyes brimming with tears. Bass doesn't know if they're for him or if some little piece of innocence is crying out at the thought of unjustifiable death. He doesn't particularly care why because the tears make her impossible blue eyes even more bright...Miles would probably kill him for being attracted to his niece. When they find him he's probably going to know. "I'm sorry about your family, Monroe."

He doesn't answer, it's not something that he can answer. He just clears his throat and takes a step forward. "Come on, we can still walk about a mile before it gets dark."