So, hey there! Nice to meet fellow fanfic-fans here! This is my first fanfic-story ( scary, very scary to share this with you). It started all with great conversations I had with a dear friend about that one great TV show called Revolution. We love to talk about the moments they did and did not show us on the show. What happened there? I think Charlie is fierce, and this story here, is all about her.

After this story I am working on another Charloe story, that will follow the season but will leave out some parts, like the connor-charloe hook up in Vegas. A lot of Charloe fans wanted another twist in the story and you know what's the beauty in fanfic? We can do that! A different view on things, following the episodes, but then with new scenes, changes and more.

If you have any requests, thoughts or ideas on that story, please feel free to share!

There will be a lot of Charlie, in this first fanfic well who am I kidding, it is going to be all Charloe! How did they get closer? There will be fights, darkness, nightmares, memories and comfort. Comfort from Monroe? Well, read and find out ;-)

At the start, we go back to Vegas, episode 13 en 14 of Revolution. Remember? The cage-fight and Charlie making sure everyone gets out of there. Alive? This story is about the time Bass and Charlie shared coming back to Willoughby, these are Charlie's memories from all those weeks she spent alone. Alone with Monroe.

Disclaimer: of course I do not own Revolution and the characters. This pure a daydream about what could have happened in the story. Ready? Here we go!

Going back

New Vegas

New Vegas. They came to Vegas, the three of them. They desperately needed help with their fight, and this was the place where Bass thought he could get that help. Miles trusted Charlie to go along with the Monroes, to make sure they would all, well, actually came back. And now here she was, in the dark, hiding. Trying to find out what the hell was happening. They almost made it out with the diamonds they needed for the help they came for. Almost. But reality was, Bass and Connor did not make it out, both men were locked in a cage.

She noticed Bass looked like hell. She could not help but feel a little sting in her stomach. A sting she pushed away very fast. Her mind was racing. How could she get him, them, out of here? Her mind stopped. The thought of one woman came to mind. Duncan. Out of all the people, she could be the one to help her to get Bass and Connor out. She know it was going to be a long shot. But Duncan knew who Bass really was, so that had to count for something. Never mind the way they looked at each other. Not that she cared. Why would she care about Monroe and Duncan? With a sigh she realised Duncan was the best and only option Charlie could think of right now to get them out of that cage and out of Vegas. Alive and in one piece.

Another sting in her stomach, which she pushed away even faster. Here she was in Vegas, again. With Monroe, again. At least, every now and then, the universe had a hell of a sense of humour, she thought bitterly. She took a deep breath and with one last look towards the cage, she knew what she had to do. What she wanted to do.

A place to breathe

After all the events in the tower Charlie found herself spending time in Willoughby. It felt like she spend the last months in a storm of emotions. And know, everything came to a sudden stop. But all the memories, being around her mother, all the pain. It was just too overwhelming. She had to leave Willoughby, be on her own. It was not easy, but the option of staying was even harder. She wanted to try to find some place in her mind where she could breathe again. The last moment she shared with Miles, with his arms around her, still made her heart feel heavy. She left, walked without direction and covered a lot of ground. Just to forget, wanting to leave a part of her behind, escape the pain somehow. Erase memories. Monroe. Sebastian Monroe. His name always in the back of her mind somehow. The first time they met, his eyes, his arrogance, the gun. Sebastian Monroe.

Scars

In all those years that where behind her, The Militia and Monroe became an one dimensional concept in her mind. The person she could blame and hold accountable for so much of the things that made her doubt sometimes how to get through another day. All the things she lost, all the people that died. The things that would never be the same. They things that would never come back. That where lost. For her, Monroe was the one man that caused so much of her pain. It filled her heart with so much hate and anger. She would kill him someday. Even if she would not walk away alive from killing him, Charlie would kill him. It became her mantra. A lifeline to hold on to.

And one day, by sheer dumb luck, the scar on her arm, the Monroe scar that became a part of her body, that scar brought her back to him. Someone recognized it and without her even making an effort, she knew where to find him. It brought her to Vegas for the very first time.

She did not know what she expected to find there. The man she had in her mind was the man standing next to Strausser when he put a gun in her face. The man who seemed so in control, had such an intense energy around him that it was insane. And that was exactly what she thought of him; insane. But then when Charlie first saw him in Vegas, fighting with empty eyes, that man was gone. But she knew it was him, she knew immediately the very first moment she saw him. Everything else slowed down. Leaving him, her and all the hate going through her body as the most important things in that moment. There was only a couple of feet between them. This was her moment.