I could give you all a thousand apologies for being gone so long, and it would never be enough. Plain and simple, I got pissed when Revolution got cancelled. It took a while to get over it. I think I've finally accepted that the only way Revolution will live on is in the world of fan fiction, so I'm just going to get back to it.

This chapter pretty much wraps up the story at this point, though I have an epilogue still to go. I hope you will all be pleased with it.

I'm working on a chapter for All of Me this week, and will soon be posting the first chapter to a rather long story, currently titled 'Family Ties' which I've been working on for the better part of the last year as I could find the time. It's over half written, but will edit as I go and post a chapter each week, so I hope those of you that are fans of no-blackout AU's will stick around for that.

Hearing those words from Charlie, words he never in a million years could have imagined hearing from her clenched at his heart. This girl, no, this beautiful woman loved him. His eyes frantically searched hers and all he found there was all the love he felt for mirrored there. He hated Gould for putting them in this predicament, but he hated himself even more. For waiting, for missing his chance at having a life with her, for not saying all of this months earlier. God, if only he hadn't been so damn stupid.

They stared at each other intensely, their silent conversation speaking words that they would never have the time to say. Wishes and dreams that were being taken away from them. He caressed her face with his thumbs, memorizing every inch of the silky skin there as the air around them seemed to get thicker...heavy with emotion and built up tension.

When their lips came back together it was raw and hungry and desperate. Teeth clashing, tongues dueling. He couldn't help but think that they kiss like they fight, and he had no doubt that making love to Charlotte would have been the same. Both of them giving as good as they got. It pained him to think he would never get to experience that, and ripped his heart to shreds to think that she would move on without him and have that with someone else.

Someone elses hands on her, touching her skin, her nails digging into their skin, not his. It made him reach for her hips pulling her impossibly closer to him. He wanted to claim her, mark her, make her his own. He could feel Charlie pushing back on him and the second his back hit the wall of the fencing that surrounded them, he didn't hesitate to slide his hand down her thigh, hitching it up over his hip. He wanted her to feel him, feel what she did to him. The moan that slipped through her lips as the bulge straining against his jeans grinded against her center nearly shattering his resolve to not rip her clothes off and take her right there, not caring who was watching. God he wanted this woman, and he wanted her now. The only thing stopping him was knowing that she deserved more than a quick fuck against a fence in public. Even if he could never have her that way, he knew that just the knowledge that she wanted him as much as he wanted her would have to be enough.

They were lost in their own world, though he could vaguely hear what he thought was shouting and gunfire in the little seedy tent city behind him, he couldn't find it in him to care what was going on anywhere but there in that cage. He didn't care if the whole damn town burned around them, he wasn't about to waste a minute that he had left with her.

That was until she slid her hand from around his neck, gliding down over his neck and his stomach, every inch that it moved feeling as though it was leaving a scorching path in it's wake. When her hands found the button of his jeans, popping it open as she guided her hand inside, stroking it over his hardened shaft, two thoughts occurred to him...one, thank God for going commando and two, that he had to put on the brakes before things went too far. He may respect Charlie far too much for a public romp, but lets face it, he's still a man, and as a man he could only take so much before his need overtook any thoughts of modesty.

He pulled his mouth away from hers with a groan as she gripped him tighter, him tightening his grip on her ass in response. "Mmmm...fuck, Charlotte we have to stop." He could barely get the words out as he rested his forehead against hers. She shook her head, digging her fingers even harder into the curls at his nape as she brought her lips back to his...he could feel more than see the smirk there as they barely touched, her breathy whisper almost inaudible. "No we don't, Bass. I don't care where we are, or who's watching…" she paused, stroking him firmly again, forcing his head to drop back against the fence, steadying himself against the rush of pleasure shooting through him. He kept trying to remind himself why this was a horrible idea but was quickly losing the battle as she kissed and nipped at his neck.

"I'll do what you want, Bass, I'll...I'll…" he heard a strangled sob leave her as she tried to say the words and lifted his head to find her looking right at him, her big blue eyes boring into his as tears spilled over and tracked down her cheeks. Taking a deep breath as he released her leg from his hip and wiped her tears away, she struggled to continue. "I'll do what needs to be done, but I want this. Please Bass, I wouldn't care if this place was lit up for the whole world to see, I need you, I need to feel you inside of me at least once before you're gone." Her voice shook and cracked as she spoke the words. Each and every word, breaking his heart a little more.

Even if it hadn't, had he ever really been able to deny the girl anything? Fuck, he would find a way to lasso the moon if Charlotte said she wanted it. So as much as it went against everything in him wanting this to be perfect for her, he would give her this. It wouldn't be a bed, somewhere quiet, with candles lit around them, but it would be theirs. Their memory. Something he could die with, and something she could live with.

He leaned down and kissed away the few tears remaining, trailing kisses further down her neck as he reached for the hem of her tank top, sliding his hands up underneath it, trailing up her her sides. His thumbs brushed across her pert nipples and he could feel her trembling with each pass over the thin cotton fabric of her bra. She was so perfect, so responsive to his touch. He wanted his mouth on them, to swipe his tongue across her skin. He kissed over her chest down to the swell of her breasts, her chest heaving with each breath that she took as he moved his hands back down to remove at least one of the articles of clothing blocking his access.

Just as he was about to lift it over her chest, he heard the loud shriek and the voice that would undoubtedly be like a bucket of ice water to any sexual encounter, screaming at him...Rachel.

"Get your hands off of my daughter you sick bastard."

He and Charlie both instantly froze. As they locked their wide eyes on each other, their hands slowly moved to more respectable positions around each others waists. He was grateful as Charlie leaned into him slightly, covering where his open fly exposed him.

He had half expected her to bolt when they had both turned their heads to see not only Rachel, but also Miles, Connor, Duncan and two of her guys, standing there with the gate wide open, staring at them, all showing some form of shock or amusement...or in Rachel's case, just seething anger.

It hadn't really occurred to him what they would say to her family, hell, he never expected to have the opportunity to. But as he looked over at them, and back to Charlotte, he could see it in her eyes. The stubbornness and determination that he loved so much about her was there in full force. It was in that moment that he knew everything would be okay, that no matter what any of them said, she was with him, all the way. Barring of course the possibility of Miles killing him for just touching his niece. Though with the amused smirk plastered on his face, he didn't think that was likely. No, if anything, Miles didn't look even the slightest bit surprised.

Rachel was still ranting and raving when Charlie finally spoke up, ignoring her outrage.

"Uh, hey guys...took ya long enough."

Rachel stormed up to her, gripping her arm in her hand and he saw her wince at the contact. She glared at her mother, as she held on tighter, anchoring herself to him as Rachel tried to drag her away. Her anger dissipating in an instant as if a flip had been switched as she reached up to stroke Charlie's hair.

"Oh, sweetheart….my baby, what has he done to you?"

Charlie opened her mouth to speak but it was Miles voice that was heard instead, as he reached Rachel's side and yanked her away from Charlie. "Oh, shut up Rachel. I've tried to put up with your condescending bullshit where Charlie is concerned but enough is enough, she's an adult...you don't get to decide this for her." he practically growled at her.

Bass stood there looking back and forth between the two of them as Rachel's mouth dropped open at Miles' reproach. He couldn't believe that any of this was happening. This really had to be a dream of some kind. Charlie, loved him, was standing by him. Miles, was sticking up for him...even more that he was sticking up for him AND Charlie together. The gate was open, they were free...Connor was safe. Things just didn't go his way like this...there had to be some kind of a catch.

Miles walked over to them, his face serious as he looked at Charlie. "This really what you want, kid?"

Charlie smiled brightly, "yes, Miles...I love him."

Miles let out a huff and shook his head. "You and Bass, huh?" She nodded. "Well," he said looking over at Bass with a raised brow "can't say I understand it, but I'm not really surprised. I kinda saw this coming. But Bass, I'm telling you right now...hurt her, and I swear I won't hesitate to pull the trigger this time"

Before he could even say anything Rachel spoke up again. "You can't be serious, Miles, you can't let him do this. You can't let him take another one of my children from me. You need to end him, now. Don't you see, he's manipulated Charlie, he's manipulating you right now."

Miles rolled his eyes and shook his head, but it was Duncan who stepped up in front of her and with her most menacing voice, took Rachel to task. "Shut it bitch, this doesn't involve you, and last I checked you're the one responsible for putting all of this…" she waved her hands around, one of them still gripping her gun "into motion years ago, so if anyone is to blame for anything, it's you. Who the hell do you think you are denying anyone happiness in this world, least of all your own kid who you're supposed to love. I've known Bass a long time, Miles too, and they told me all about you and your little nano bag of tricks. You lady, are just one big ball of crazy and they would all be a lot better off without you."

Bass, Charlie and Miles, just stood there open mouthed, gaping at the scene in front of them. He and Miles did know Duncan well, enough to know that she was a woman of very few words. That speech had to be some kind of record for her.

Rachel turned and stormed off back through the gate, practically knocking Connor on his ass on her way out when Duncan turned to look at them.

"What?" she smiled, shrugging her shoulders "You planning on standing here all night, or can we head back to my camp and celebrate with some decent whiskey and food?"

The three of them nodded, snapping out of their momentary shock, and headed toward the gate. He was following behind Charlie, holding her hand when Duncan stopped him, her hand gripping onto his shoulder.

"Sebastian…" she smirked at him.

"Yeah?" he asked uncertainly, sure that he was about to find out this was all some kind of sick joke and that this was all in his head when she laughed.

She tilted her head, and pointed down. "You might want to put that away."

"Shit!" He exclaimed, realizing that his fly was still wide open and he was hanging loose, as everyone turned around at his sudden expletive and busted out laughing as he shoved himself back into place and zipped up.

He looked up at everyone, and couldn't stop himself from laughing right along with them. He shrugged his shoulders. "What? I got a little distracted?"

Charlie took the few steps back to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him quickly on the lips before moving to his ear and biting gently "don't worry, I'll be your only distraction later" she whispered before wrapping her arm around his back and tucking herself into his side as they walked back to Duncan's camp.

Sure, maybe it all seemed like a dream to him, but he would take it. Because if this was the kind of happiness his dreams were going to bring him, he never wanted to wake up.