Hey you, welcome to the first chapter from 'It takes two...' Set somewhere in second two, full with... Charloe of course :) My other stories, like Things Change, follow the second season, but this one is more loosely situated in season 2, focussed around Charlie and Bass.

Disclaimer: I do not own Revolution, just a daydream about what could happen too :)

Charlie pulled the tank top over her head. Through the window, the glass broken, she could see the day coming to an end. The bright blue sky from the day gave way for darkness. Her body felt tired, her skin sticky with sweat from the miles they had covered today. Next to her the bliss of a bath, filled with warm water.

When they had stumbled on this empty house, far enough from the main road to give them some cover, Charlie couldn't believe her luck when she realised the stove in the messy and abandoned kitchen was still working, right before she discovered the bath tub.

It took her some time and perseverance, plus an amusing look from him, but the bath was full, steam finding it's way through the small bathroom.

She had tried to ignore Monroe, but the arrogant bastard was sitting at the kitchen table with his boots firmly planted on the table like he was royalty, a drink in his hand. She had closed the door firmly behind her, leaning into the door for a moment.

There was an unusual chilliness in the air for the time of the year, and she shivered for a moment. Her jeans, bra and panties joined her top and boots in a small pile on the floor. She let herself slowly glide into the warm water, a small sigh leaving her lips when she was finally able to relax, the water surrounding her.

Bass had watched Charlie and her stubbornness at work when she had been determined to fill the tub with warm water. Right now he was doing his best not to think about her body in that tub. Damn it. It was time for another drink. A drink and then something to keep his hands busy.

When she had offered to join him on their scouting trip, he was surprised. But there was a part of him that didn't mind. At the end of the day she could be good company, she was smart and could stand on her own. It also helped that she somehow stopped putting an arrow, bullet or knife into his sorry ass.

When he heard her deep sigh coming from the other side of the wall, a part of his body react that shouldn't righ now, he simply couldn't keep his mouth shut.

'Everything all right, Charlotte?' his tone teasing.

'You don't exist right now, Monroe,' She snapped back at him. God, Charlie wished this house was larger, she wished for thicker walls. But at the same time his voice send a shiver through her spine.

They had spent the whole day on the road together, reminding her of all those week she spent with him, travelling from Vegas back to Willoughby. Things had somewhat changed between them, in the way that she had stopped wanting him dead and that she had stopped the actual attempts on his life.

Charlie found out they could actually work together when they had too, pretty well. That didn't mean he was still an arrogant son of a bitch, and instead of killing him, she still wanted to break his nose at a daily basis. But, he had his moments, his company not being the worst kind of the world at times. He gave her space to take care of herself and his stories from happier days with Miles, were highly amusing, although she would never admit that to him.

They were on a scouting trip, looking for possible safe houses and all the information they could get on the patriots who were scattered all around this part of Texas. Miles was still recovering from the nasty infection on his hand, needing her grandfather still to attend to his injury, and her mother didn't want to leave Miles his side.

When Charlie had offered to join Monroe, Rachel had also didn't want Charlie to team up with Monroe. There had been a discussion, but without success from her mother's part. She was going. Charlie could use the space, and time away. End of discussion.

At least with Monroe, she got some room to breathe, to be herself. And Charlie knew this man was nothing she couldn't handle, already having spend so much time on the road with him.

Their first day on the road was a relatively quite one, for their standards. There were some discussions about where to go next, like always. A little insult about her tracking skills, like always. And some Monroe arrogance, followed by some deadly looks from her part, like always. When they were both running low on energy and in need of food and a drink, they one thing they agreed on fairly fast was that it was time to find a place to spend the night.

It had gotten dark almost completely, and the water had, to Charlie's regret, started to lose it's comforting warmth. She got out of the tub, using a little cloth to dry her skin. Her skin felt clean, and she couldn't remember the last time she had been able to wash her hair without feeling rushed. She reached into her bag and found a deep purple shirt, and clean black panties with a matching black bra.

When she walked back into the other room, She noticed Monroe was busy making a small fire in the old fireplace. Charlie threw her bag into a corner. She noticed he left his drink on the kitchen table. She reached for the drink, and enjoyed the little burn at the back of her throat when she took some sips.

'Hey, that's mine,' He growled.

'Don't be a selfish jerk Monroe, you enjoyed the rabbit I shot earlier just fine,' A hint of challenge in her eyes, when she took another sip from his drink.

Bass had ordered himself to find some wood outside to get a fire going, to get his mind of the woman on the other side off the wall. When she walked in, he couldn't help but notice the warm glow on her skin, a blush on her face, the purple top accentuating her curves.

He walked towards his glass, taking it out of her hands. Charlie was aware of the second their hands touched. He shot her one look before he walked back to the fire.

'Enjoyed your bath?' His voice was neutral, but his eyes were teasing her.

'Although spending times with all you guys, day after day filled with all the sweat, ego and testosterone, Charlie raised an eyebrow at Monroe, accentuating the sweat, ego and testosterone part, ' is freaking fabulous, I am still a woman, who likes a bath every now and then.'

Charlie turned away from him and walked into the room to check out their sleeping arrangements for the night. She could feel how his eyes were following her. In the corner she found an actual bed. This night was getting better and better, Charlie noticed, a smile around her lips. The long day on the road and the soothing warmth of the bed made her head spin with exhaustion.

She sat on the side of the bed, getting rid of her boots. She made sure her knife was close to her, in case of patriot trouble. On their last road trip together she kept her knife close to her at night, in case of Monroe trouble. Well, things had changed.

She slipped into the soft bed, pulling the blankets close. She let her body settle into the mattress, listening to the soft sounds of the fire. Charlie watched how Monroe found his bed roll from his stuff, and threw it on the dirty and cold floor next to him, somewhere between the fire and the bed.

Charlie did not know if it was the alcohol in her system but before she realised it, she had started talking to him. She lifted herself up, resting on her elbows.

'Seriously Monroe? After all those weeks on the road together, when we slept closer than this to each other, you chose the hard and cold floor over the comfort of a bed? More than enorugh room over here, I never thought of you of being such a prude.'

Charlie could hear him sigh and felt a smirk forming around her lips. Her head touched her pillow again, her eyes heavy and almost closed.

With a shock she opened her eyes again when she heard the heavy sound of his boots, getting closer to the bed. There was a jolt to her complete system when he sat down at the other side of the bed. She heard his boots falling on the wooden floor and a shift in the bed when he laid down next to her, his back to her, still some room between them.

'Goodnight Charlotte,' his voice mocking.

Damn, she had expected a lot of things, but not this. She was in a bed, in the same bed as Monroe. His body way too close. She forced herself to sound calm and collected when she answered him.

'Sweet dreams, Monroe.'

Bass noticed how she went for the whatever Monroe tone , but Charlie was always very bad at hiding how she truly felt. Of course he had noticed the bed, and of course he would let her take it. F

First of all because he would never let a woman sleep on the floor, not a woman like Charlie.

And second because Miles would kill him off, whenever he found out he would even come near the same bed as Charlie was in.

That was until she started to challenge him.

He could feel how she moved her body, without any doubt, turning away from him. So, if this was how she wanted to play things?, he thought , then two could play that game, a smile forming around his lips.

Hey you guys, thanks for reading the first chapter and start of this story! Reviews and thoughts are always welcome! I am also working on 'Things Change' and 'Words of Betrayal', but I will write another chapter for this one very soon!