A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed on my other stories! You're awesome! Here's another one and this one will be at least 3 or 4 chapters. It's set it the (hopefully) not so distant future of the show and it could be seen as set in the same 'verse as my Worrying story but it doesn't really matter. Hope you enjoy it! (Oh, and I don't own Revolution. Please forgive the spelling mistakes.)

"Once again I find myself running away like a thief in the night 'cause you couldn't leave well enough alone."

Jason glared back at this dad. He had been complaining like this ever since they left the base in Oklahoma.

After the whole fiasco with his stepdad, Jason's mother had stepped in and got them both transferred instead of arrested. That should have been the end of it. His father had told him to lay low and wait but his was done taking orders from him. It wasn't getting a damn thing done. So he found his way into their new commander's office and into his files where he finally found the break he had been looking for. Apparently Miles Matheson had been raising some hell down in Texas, a place called Willoughby. He had already been branded a terrorist and high on the Patriots watch list. No surprise there. But if Miles was starting to fight then that was where he needed to be as well. Of course his father disagreed.

"You just want to see that young miss again," Neville sneered. "I'll tell you something boy, that boat has sunk. Even if Matheson doesn't kill us on sight, that girl is never going to trust you again. Not after the Tower."

"It's not about that," Jason said. His father's words had struck a nerve but didn't sway him from his original goal. "Like it or not, Dad, Matheson's getting better results than all our sneaking around. So are you coming or are you going to stay here and be the Patriots bitch?"

That had been a week ago. Through some discrete investigating, they had figured out that the Matheson clan was probably hiding out somewhere within a couple miles of Willoughby. Now they just had to find them. Easier said than done.

The Patriots had been losing a lot of soldiers and supplies along the main road so the Neville's decided to start there and work their way around the perimeter. Well, Jason decided. Neville wouldn't stop complaining.

"You know, it's a wonder they haven't heard us in town with how loud you are," Jason snapped. He had just lost the trail he had been following and was in no mood for his father's antics.

"It's not the town you should be worried about right now." Jason spun around towards the voice. Standing behind his father with a gun to his head was a man in a sport coat and curly brown hair. He looked to be just a bit older then Jason and wore a cocky but dangerous smile.

"Evening gentlemen," he said. "Now it you wouldn't mind putting your weapons on the ground. Slowly."

Jason looked at his dad who gave a small nod. They both took out their swords and guns, setting them on the ground.

"Take it easy, son," Neville said, raising his hands. "You got us right good. No reason to be unpleasant. We're just a couple of travelers—"

"Travelers, right," the man interrupted. "You look to me like a couple of soldiers. In fact, you remind me of a couple of Patriot scouts I killed a couple days ago."

"We're not with the Patriots," Jason said quickly.

"Than what are you doing following our tracks?" The man said 'our' but Jason couldn't make out anyone else in the dark, though he knew that didn't mean anything. This was bad.

Neville gave him a slight shake of his head, warning Jason to keep his mouth shut. A few weeks ago he might have stepped back and let his father take the lead but he had come this far and if this man was against the Patriot than maybe he knew something.

"We're looking for Miles Matheson."

Though it was dark, he could see the man's eyes widen a fraction in shock before the emotion disappeared and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Uh-huh. And who is this Miles Matheson to you?"

"Look boy," Neville said. "If you hate these Patriots as much as I think you do than that puts us on the same side. We want to destroy these government punks and Matheson is one of the few sons of bitches who could pull it off. Now, are you going to kill us or shall we be on our way?"

The man seemed to be considering this. Suddenly he smiled. "What do you think," he said loudly though to neither Neville nor Jason. "Are they trustworthy?"

"Hell no," a familiar female voice said, coming from the trees beside them. "But they might be useful."

"Charlie?"

"Oh good Lord."

"Hey boys," Charlie said, appearing from the shadows, crossbow ready. She looked different from the last time Jason saw her; older, more hardened. And she didn't exactly look pleased to see them.

"You know these guys, Charlie?" The man asked. He still had his gun on Neville but he looked a bit more relaxed.

"Unfortunately." She gave him a once over before looking at her companion, "Our last meeting kinda ended with bullets and explosions."

Jason felt his throat constrict, "Charlie, I—"

"But like I said," she interrupted. "They might be useful. Let's take them to the others. If they prove useless then we can kill them then."

"My, my, miss Matheson. You are one cold bitch," Neville said. "Just like your mother."

Charlie smiled sarcastically. She nodded to her partner and he lowered his gun. "Grab your crap," she said. "There shouldn't be any more patrols out tonight but if you see a Patriot use your swords. We don't want to attract attention."

"You're letting them have their weapons?" Her friend said, "Are you insane?"

"They wanna see Miles," She said calmly. "If they try anything stupid they know Miles would definitely kill them, right now it's just 50/50."

"Oh yes, I am loving this plan," Neville grumbled, refastening his sword.

"Now hurry up," she said. "We're already late. And be quiet. You're like a herd of elephants out here."

The four of them made their way through woods, Charlie taking lead and her partner in the back, until they came to a small clearing where an old, beat-up barn stood. Charlie walked up to the cellar door and tapped three times before opening it. She turned to the men.

"I'll have those guns now. Don't want you two getting spooked and going crazy or anything."

She was smiling sarcastically again but Jason could tell she was serious. What were they hiding down there that she thought they would be spooked enough to draw their guns? They both handed over their weapons and followed her down the stairs.

"Gentlemen," she said, opening a side door and walking through, "Welcome to the new Resistance."

The three followed her in. There, leaning over a table with a map on it, stood Miles Matheson. Next to him were Rachel Matheson and none other than Sebastian Monroe. Now Jason knew why Charlie had asked for their guns.

"You have got to be kidding me." Neville was just as shocked as Jason, and maybe even a bit more nervous. The rest of the room seemed to be as shocked as they were but so far none looked to be in a murdering mood. Except maybe Rachel.

"Hey Miles, found some guys who wanna destroy the Patriots too," Charlie said casually. "Think we should let them help?"

Miles glared at her, "Yeah, sure, Charlie. Let's just invite Nipples and Turncoat to join our little gang here. It'll be fun."

"Well now Miles, they seem to fit the qualifications," Monroe said smiling grimly, hand resting on his knife. "We've all tried to kill each other at least once. Maybe we should hear what they have to offer."

They were surrounded. Charlie's partner still stood in the doorway behind them, gun out, and the people in the room before them looked like they would like nothing better than to slit their throats. Except for Charlie. She looked like a little kid getting ready to watch fireworks on the 4th of July. This was not going to be fun.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I hope the Neville's make it to Willoughby sometime soon in the show. I would love to see them all working together and trying not to kill each other. The next chapter will probably be from Charlie's pov. Please review!