Jealousy can be a bitch. When somebody comes close to Charlie, Bass realises just that as he is just back from Mexico with Connor. And that is not the only thing he realises.

I have been feeling this mist, and I don't know why now, maybe it has to do with knowing about the Comics. I have a lot of respect for the team who wants to give the fans closure, but it also made me struggle with my writing. That, and with the current story, By her side, being a beautiful rewarding one to write, but with a lot of heavy emotions in the beginning, I felt I needed, and maybe you too, needed to have a little fun with the Bass I really like. The Bass who is fabulous to write in so many ways when it comes to Charlie.

Jealous Bass. Crude Bass. Strong Bass. Fighting Bass. Protective Bass.

Of course: I do now own the characters, this is just my interpretation in this story. Love Revolution!

Here we go!

Introductions – I really don't like you

Bass looked at the guy. Tall as Miles, dark hair, in his early twenties. The guy walked up and shook his hand introducing himself as John. Sure asshole, don't mention your last name. Little prick. He hates him on sight.

'Hey man,' John said.

They were back for two days. He had slept with Connor on another location, to spend some time alone and to make sure he would not actually kill Rachel.

He swore, one more thing coming out of her mouth and he would not take any of her holier then tou shit. Things had been tense on either camp, and this way everybody could calm the hell down. At least, his son had picked up on all the craziness' in Rachel, mentioning something of the blonde psycho lady inside of her. He liked the kid even more for that. The kid had good instincts, he liked that.

When Miles had filled him in that they would be joined by some friends of Ben and Aaron, he had watched Charlie. A Charlie that had been on his mind the past days when they were almost back. The complete lack of bullshit he got from her when he came back for her in that high school when they went after Stay Puft meaning too fucking much to him. Her words grabbing some left over Bass in him, and he had not been able to let her go. But when they got here, Staypuft had left, but another guy was here.

And there was just too much excitement in her eyes. And only a nod and his last name, still not Bass, had been there, her voice like the one he remembered. He had not seen her in a week and after spending a week with Miles and the bitch girlfriend from hell, who of course had made it her daily task to remind him how the devilish dark in him was now there in his own blood, in his kid, he had felt the absence of her slender frame, for him to watch over when she slept, her lips somewhere close in his face as he stood right in front of her. Seeing her stubborn go to hell face that became a goal on its own sometimes when he pissed her of. her blonde curls somewhere around. The silence before he had left, when she was helping him with getting the horses ready, her eyes when they left, he had taken that with him.

Bass shook his hand back with a wide grinn that almost made this feel this was a slap on the shoulder and good to meet you kind of moment, but with cold steal quickly replacing the grinn on his face. He could not give a fuck. This punk needed to stay the hell away from him.

'Sebastian Monroe.' He could have said Bass, but there was something in this guy, that wants to tell this punk exactly who he is. That reason just swaggered her hips with firm boot steps into the storm cellar that is now their safe house.

He hated him even more.

The little punk was a little too jovial and it already rubbed him the wrong way. The little punk turned towards her.

Charlie looked at the two men standing next to Monroe and behind Miles. She raised her eyebrow into a smirk that is now on her whole face as she exchanged an amusing look with Miles.

Bass barely keeps a breath in. If he was not irritated he could have seen the humour in this. Bass looked at her. God, she looked hot. Tired, tanned. Sweaty, fuck don't go there man, and hot. Her.

Charlie's eyes go from Monroe to both young men. Both tall, both dark curls.

Both different.

'You brought back two of them?' She smirked towards Monroe.

Before he can even open his mouth he is there again. He thought he resented the Neville kid. But this guy takes that to a whole new level of smothering hate.

'Little Charlie Matheson, look at you.' John smiled a wide grin, looking at Charlie. The man standing on the right of Monroe grinned wildly, his British English accent coming back from memory. John. Her John. The guy who lived with them in Sylvania Estates, the guy she always considered as a brother.

'Little John Towered. All grown up,' she snapped back at him in friendly banter. She gave him a good look. He was taller now, stronger, But with a relieve she realised that some things stay the same, he was all him.

'Well, they must have fed you something.' Charlie smirked back to his contagious smile , 'Just what we need, another tree.' As she looked up at friendly curls and a face she still knew so well when Miles and Monroe's kid and peachy broody as ever Monroe were still standing on her left and right.

Before she could say anything he had crossed the storm cellar with large booted strides and caught her against his chest and a midair hug. As Charlie let out a small shriek, so unlike her. He planted her down on the floor.

'Ah admit it, you have missed me.' John laughed with a low bark. Throwing his arms around her again,

John. He had lived with her within Sylvania Estates for a while before his family had moved on. He had been her partner in crime on many days. He was like a big brother, family. Until he had left and she had missed him terribly. A sense of adventure now missing. Him missing. And it was just stupid luck that he, with his group had been on their way to another clan, now the patriots were roughing up the area. His men had stayed behind for camp and the night, as John had come back with Miles as he had picked up on Gene's last name and connections were made fairly easily after that.

He still had the same stupid curls, the boyish grin that was moving into a more grown up one. Green eyes, friendly voice, that reached a deeper tone. But it was still him and it was good to see him.

'That must make you Connor.' She said, not too unfriendly too.

Connor extended his arm to shake hers.

'Connor indeed,' he smirked at her, as she swore how Monroe was rolling his eyes, ' nice to have this little meet and greet.'

She smiled back before she talked to John again.

'So you hungry?' She placed her hands on her sides as she smirked at him.

Yeah, sure, never mind us, Bass grumbled inside.

'Hungry as a bear.' John growled friendly. She stood there, in front of John. 'Still a good hunter, ey?'

He turned to Monroe and Miles. 'This one was always a little hunter.'

Two former Generals looked with thunder in their eyes at him.

John was maybe aware, probably not caring much. He grinned at them.

Bass and Miles didn't.

As he was about to walk up the stairs of their safe house and up to the day light, Charlie frowned at the white animal fur, probably a bear from decades ago he picked up somewhere, around his shoulder, covered around his jacket and weapons.

'What's that.' There was already mocking there, independent of the answer to be.

'Oh this?' John grinned, as he put his hand on the white fur, 'this is skinny.' He patted the thing with a mock gesture, like he was patting his lover.

Charlie looked at him, her eyes mocking. Waiting for an explanation.

'I carry him with me for the ladies, you know, something soft for them to sleep on and some other activities.'

Charlie had a disgusted but still amused look on his face. Look at that, shy John had joined the ladies men club.

'What?' John said, with a mock disbelieve hurt in his voice as he was mid steps of the stair.

'Oh nothing, I just made a mental note that no matter how cold, sick of tired I get, I will never sleep on or under the damn thing.'

John rumbled with laughter. 'You say that now.'

'I really hate that guy.' Miles said, as Charlie walked and followed John up the stairs, a dark sarcasm whine in his voice.

'Join the club brother.' Bass growled. Rachel came peeking through the door, demanding Miles' time.

As both Bass and Connor stood there, eyes trained on the new guy, with pouty faces.

Authors note: So, of course, there will be some fighting. Between Bass and...well. You know. There will be more too when it comes to him. And oh yeah, her. Always her. Hope to see you there! Love from Love