This is my first delve into the fanfiction world of Revolution and I hope I managed to keep it true to the characters. I usually write TVD and SPN fanfiction; however if this goes down well I may find myself lingering here a little longer than I intend too. Which is obviously a wonderful thing. :).

I thought I better get this up before the season restarts, it's set a few weeks after Miles has recovered so could probably fit in anywhere post Miles's recovery and the group are reunited (let's hope that happens, I don't want Aaron out there all alone!).

I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you may recognize. Any relation to my version of the characters and real life persons is purely coincidental. There is no copyright infringement intended.

-Stitched Up-

It had happened so fast. They were settled around a campfire in a small clearing, none of them felt completely safe settling there for the night as they were far too close to civilisation, but they were all exhausted and a few hours of sleep seemed too good to pass up.

Miles was drawing out a makeshift plan of the area which he and Bass had mapped out while searching for patriot scouts a few hours previously. Rachel was sitting close to Miles, knees tucked up under chin, her father was across the campfire keeping one eye on his daughter and the other on Miles as he talked. Aaron was silent, his eyes watery and unfocused. Everyone knew he was suffering the loss of Cynthia and at nights his emotions got the better of him.

Charlie was on first watch, Rachel hadn't let her go easily and a brief disagreement had ensued. Gene had stepped in and said that the men needed rest if they were going to keep going and Charlie was the best option if they wanted Bass and Miles to rest properly. Somehow somewhere along the way Charlie had become trusted enough to watch their backs when they needed a solid few hours sleep. As much as Rachel hated the men relying on Charlie it was good to know Miles could sleep without keeping one eye open. It had only been a few weeks since he'd nearly died and he needed the rest. So reluctantly she'd let her daughter go; her crossbow in hands and a gun strapped to her waist, watching as she walked away and disappeared into the trees.

It was Bass who sensed something was off first, head tilted to the side as he concentrated. Miles looked at his former best friend, quickly picking up the uneasy atmosphere. They both looked at each other. It's too quiet. Miles dropped the stick he was drawing with and eased to his feet. Rachel watched him curiously as he casually walked over to where he'd stashed his swords. Bass climbed to his feet, sword still strapped to his waist and now gun in hand.

Miles knew the overly relaxed posture as Bass swung the gun in his hands was a façade, he was on full alert, eyes scanning the trees for movement and body ready to leap into action the second he needed too. Rachel scrambled to her feet, finally picking up that something was wrong. Aaron and Gene followed, standing just behind Rachel as she tensed up. Miles held out a hand, telling her to stay calm.

A twig snapped somewhere off to Bass's left and he shifted slightly in that direction. Miles backed up, falling into a defensive stance as patriot soldiers finally emerged from the treeline. Aaron's eyed widened and everyone's thoughts fell to Charlie who was supposed to warn them of trouble. 'No.' Rachel whispered, dreading the reality of what had become of her daughter.

Miles and Bass looked at each other, although Charlie was resourceful and could handle herself it was doubtful that that she'd survived against this many patriots. They both pushed back the pain, they were still in the fireline and couldn't afford the distraction. Miles and Bass fell back against each other, back to back, as they watched the soldiers gather around them. 'Well if this isn't luck, I don't know what is.'

'Shut up.' Miles whispered, rolling his eyes.

'You think-?' Bass trailed off, eyeing the soldier who was advancing on his left.

Miles swallowed. 'No. I don't.' Charlie's face flashed through his mind, he didn't know if he was voicing that she was alive or if she wasn't. He wasn't thinking about it. He glanced over at Rachel; she had her knife gripped tightly in her hand and was standing in front of Aaron and Gene. He could see the panic and pain etched into her face as she faced off a patriot soldier aiming a gun to her face.

Both groups were silent, staring at each other, both challenging the other to take action first. Bass shifted on his feet and a young green-eyed soldier glanced down at the movement; both men locked eyes and Bass smirked, his eyes taunting. Miles tore his gaze from Rachel, turning his head, the movement barely detectable to anyone but the man who had his back. They locked eyes, a hint of a grin pulling on Bass's lips. Now.

Miles swung his arm round, pulling his knife from its sheath and throwing it at the man who was holding a gun to Rachel's face. Rachel jumped, eyes flying to Miles. The soldier dropped. Rachel moved for the gun and Miles, satisfied the soldier was dead and Rachel could now protect herself, turned away. Bass had leapt out of formation and had taken out the solider who had been eyeing him. He used his foot to yank his sword out of the man's chest, the soldier fell back gurgling up blood. Bass shrugged, turned around and focused his attention on taking down a soldier who was creeping up behind Gene.

The next ten minutes was a crash of swords and knifes. Gasps and shouts filled the air as Miles and Bass ripped through as many soldiers as they could. Rachel watched the blurs, trying to keep track of who was who and if anyone was hurt. She shot a soldier who'd escaped their notice and was advancing towards them, he dropped, still alive but mortally injured. She needed to work on her aim.

Aaron and Gene watched the fight with hearts in their mouths. Bass and Miles were excellent fighters but they'd both been through some tough crap these past few weeks. Both had come so close to death the other side was reachable and although they had recovered, if they were 100% could still be debatable.

Gene kept his eyes as close to Miles as possible, knowing Rachel would be heartbroken if he died. His thoughts settled on Charlie, his only granddaughter, his only surviving grandchild, he had no idea if she was even still alive. He swallowed, emotional pain making him wince. He couldn't think about it, not now, not when everyone else was still in danger. He looked at his daughter whose eyes were scanning the fight quickly, trying to keep track of what was happening. He didn't miss the quick glances she shot towards the treeline, but each time she tore her eyes away. Charlie's fate had to be decided on after the fight, as heart-breaking as it was it was important they focused on the battle and not the aftermath.

Aaron knew Gene and Rachel only really cared if Miles survived. Aaron disliked Bass but he figured, especially after losing Cynthia – anger burned through his system but he pushed it away, they really did need him if they were going to win the overall fight against the patriots. He searched the blurred figures for the man in question, eyes widening when they finally found purchase.

Bass was struggling, finding his punches blocked and his attacks rebuffed. The soldier had jumped him when he was slightly distracted tugging his sword from where it lodged itself deep into a dead body, he'd dropped his weapon and had to kick it away the solider leapt for the blade. Bass right hooked the man, he staggered away wheezing but quickly recovered and tried to kick his feet out from under him. He sneered as he dodged the kick, throwing a few punches as a distraction as he tried to find an opening.

Bass groaned when he spotted a second solider advancing on his right. His luck was bad already. Without his sword and his gun cartridge out of rounds with no time to replace them, he wasn't going to win this fight without a few injuries. He angled himself so he could face both soldiers and fell back in a defensive stance, edging backwards so he could reach his sword.

He threw back defensive punches and blocked their most dangerous attacks, he was fortunate they had both misplaced their guns. Hopefully Miles had pilfered them somewhere for him to grab later. The first soldier raised an arm and Bass ducked underneath and slammed into him from the side. The man fell back but the second soldier kicked Bass's legs and with his body unbalanced from the tackle Bass stumbled and fell to his knees. He cursed, scrambling into a crouch and launching himself at the second soldier. They both toppled to the ground, Bass landing on top, his hands grasped tightly around the soldier's neck, breaths wheezing and hands prying at Bass's before the light faded from his eyes and his body slumped back, eyes empty.

Bass barely had a second to relish in the victory before the second soldier crashed into him, sending them both flying. The tan patriot landed on top, knees digging into Bass's stomach. He grimaced, spotting his sword slightly off to his left. Throwing a hand out, he tried to keep the soldier distracted. 'You need to lose to weight man.' He grunted, wheezing in a breath as the soldier's knees pressed hard into his abdomen.

The soldier growled and Bass pulled a face in disgust as spit frothed between the soldiers lips. 'Yuck.' He eyed the man carefully, his fingers still stretching to reach his blade. 'You don't talk much do you?' His fingers finally grazed the end of his sword, he closed his eyes briefly in relief and sighed.

The sigh must have clued the soldier into what he was doing because he turned his head, surprise flashing in his eyes for a second before his hand clamped down on Bass' arm, stopping him from raising his sword. Bass groaned in annoyance before swinging his right hand and hitting the soldier's jaw, the soldier fell back and Bass quickly scrambled onto his knees but evidently not quick enough because the soldier had a knife clenched in his hand, ready to strike. He leaned back, preparing to jump for his sword as the soldier leapt towards him, knife out stretched. Bass held his hands out in defence, eyeing his sword in his peripheral vision.

Bass fell back onto his hands and crawled backwards, knowing he had to either dodge out the way or launch an attack, he wasn't going out crawling on the ground like a coward. The man raised his arm and Bass tensed his body, but before he could move the soldier stopped, stumbled back a few steps, eyes wide in surprise. His hands dropped to his stomach, blood appearing on the corner of his lips. Bass followed his eyes downwards, only then noticing the soldiers hands were clasped around an arrow that was protruding from his chest. The man's eyes flashed to Bass's, the surprise dulling as he dropped to his knees. Bass leapt for his sword, shoving it deep into the man's chest and forcing him to the ground, finally dead.

He looked up, pulling his sword from the body and wiping it on his jeans. Standing in front of him, with her hair damp from drizzle and eyes bright with adrenalin was Charlie. She grinned, crossbow in hands, holding out a hand for Bass to take. He took it, letting her help pull him upright. 'I believe you now owe me one.'

He regarded her closely, eyes scanning for injuries, satisfied there wasn't anything but shallow cuts and a few bruises he smirked, feeling faint relief run through him. 'Actually, I believe we're equal.'

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but before either of them could speak again a tan blur had launched itself at Charlie. She dropped her crossbow, it clattered to the ground by Bass's feet. He immediately tensed, but before he could move to help her the soldier fell limp and Charlie pushed him off her. He rolled to the side, a knife sticking out his chest. She pulled her knife out and raised an eyebrow at Bass. I can take care of myself. He smirked and nodded, turning away and wielding his sword, before throwing himself back into the fight.

Charlie watched Bass fight. He was fast, his movements almost like a dance as his sword slashed through two soldiers and quickly moving onto a third. She shook her head, tearing her eyes away to find a soldier trying to creep up on her right. She obviously appeared to be an easy target, the sexist pricks, she sighed and threw her knife at the man. It buried itself in his chest and the soldier fell. She quickly jogged over and pulled her knife back, wishing her crossbow wasn't so long distance and didn't take so long to load.

She stashed her knife catching sight of a soldier heading for her mom. She pulled her gun, took aim and shot. The loud bang caught the attention of two more soldiers, she took them both down with headshots. Walking backwards while shooting had found her standing back to back with Miles. He'd obviously seen her appear and had watched her back while she protected her mom. ''Bout time kid. Was starting to think you'd fallen asleep.'

He didn't need to voice his worry for Charlie to hear it in his voice. 'Sorry Miles.' The unspoken words were clear. I'll explain later.

He eyed her carefully before shrugging. You better. She nodded and his lips quirked in reply. 'Here.' He threw her one of his swords, she caught it and raised an eyebrow in question. 'Watch your back.' He warned.

'Always do.' She swung the sword in her hands and Miles turned away, focusing back on the fight but staying close enough to defend her if she needed it.

Bass had been fighting, walking backwards so he was close enough to the two of them to overhear their small conversation. 'This fight needs to be over now.' Before we attract any more attention. He swiped out at another soldier, watching him drop back. 'There's at least another twelve.' He locked eyes with Miles quickly. Shall we? They both looked at Charlie who was pulling her sword out of a soldier's chest and wiping it on her jeans.

Miles smiled slightly at his niece and shrugged. It'd be quicker.

'Charlotte.' Charlie's eyes flicked up at Bass to show she was listening before refocusing on the soldiers in front of her. Bass smirked, watching Charlie take down another soldier. 'We're gonna let you in on a little trade secret.'

Rachel barely had time to ready her gun before the soldier advancing had dropped in front of her. A clear head shot. She looked over the soldier, expecting to see Miles or Bass but instead her eyes widened as she spotted her daughter. She barely had time to register her presence before Charlie had turned and taken down two more soldiers and was now back to back with Miles. Her daughter was alive, the relief that flooded through her was momentary as she watched her daughter communicate with Miles using barely any words and mostly facial expressions with subtle movements of their heads.

Rachel had never had that kind of closeness or communication with Miles, or with anyone for that matter. Jealousy whipped through her. She shook her head. What was wrong with her? Charlie was her daughter. Rachel watched as Bass joined her family, the three of them standing back to back in a sort of circle. Bass was another who Miles could communicate with without needing actual words. To them it had always been that way, they had known each other since childhood and Rachel figured it was engrained so deep in them that even when they hadn't talked for years it was still possible. She had accepted it then, that they could communicate with no one else understanding what they were saying, she had shrugged it off thinking it was a special talent the two had. But since her daughter and Miles had rescued her and she'd seen the silent communication between them Rachel had wondered how her daughter could understand and she couldn't. She'd noticed Charlie was starting to silently communicate with Bass too, she hadn't noticed it at first but it had been happening more and more frequently, and it worried her. She feared she was losing her daughter to the battle and blood-shed. She'd come to figure that the communication was forged through shedding blood and killing; which Charlie had been doing more and more frequently. Rachel knew with the world they lived in there was no hope of pulling her out. She would just have to protect her the way a mother should, try to keep her from falling down the proverbial rabbit hole she'd watched Bass and Miles fall down years earlier.

She watched as a flicker of a smile passed across her daughter's lips. The three of them were actually talking now, hushed and quickly. Miles and Bass were explaining something and Charlie was nodding, her eyes brightening. The familiar grin was so much like Miles and the glow of excitement in her eyes was almost an exact mirror of Bass's that Rachel felt an emotion akin to dread sink in her stomach. How much time had Charlie spent around the two that she found more enjoyment in talking tactics and fighting than being a normal teenage girl? How much of her had she lost already to the violence and killing? She hated that Bass and Miles were turning her daughter into a soldier, but as she watched the three of them spread out, Miles throwing a gun to Charlie who threw it to Bass and then passing over her crossbow, she had to grudgingly accept that maybe three trained fighters were better than two, especially at a time such as this. However, that didn't mean she wasn't going to fight with Charlie over every fight she willingly participated in. She was her mother, and that was her job.

Charlie was jittery, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She'd never done anything quite like this before and knowing Miles and Bass were trusting her in their plan was a big deal. They'd done this before, but it was a three person job and without her it would have been nearly impossible. She glanced at Miles and Bass on either side of her, each glanced back sending her a subtle nod. She readied her crossbow, watched Bass and Miles raise their guns, and fired. The next two minutes was a blur, she fired as many arrows as she could at the soldiers before ditching her crossbow and using her gun to fight her way through to the other side.

Miles grinned at his niece as she fell into step beside him, Bass on the other side. They'd successfully completed the first challenge, switch sides with the patriots. Miles and Bass fanned out, so that the three of them were surrounding the patriots in a horseshoe. He glanced up at Rachel, sighing gratefully to see that she'd moved back, and was pushing the others back towards the treeline out of the way. He moved further so that the patriots were surrounded and grinned, resisting the urge to taunt them in victory.

Bass smirked, none resisting the urge and taunting. 'Still got it.'

Charlie watched Mile's expression and read Bass's lips as he spoke. 'Show offs.' She rolled her eyes, watching both men grin in her direction obviously hearing her, but she couldn't help feeling giddy herself watching the surrounded patriots regarding the tree of them carefully, their eyes jittery and terrified.

Rachel had moved Aaron and Gene backwards when she watched Bass, Miles and Charlie rip through the patriots and onto the other side. She guessed at what they were doing, Miles had boasted about it once when he had held her captive. She swallowed the nausea at watching Charlie participate, but when the remaining few patriots were surrounded like cattle she could help but feel a tiny smudge of relief. Knowing it was over.

Gene shook his head, not quite believing what he had just watched his granddaughter do. He resisted the urge to be sick as the three nodded at each other and the shots that rained down took out the rest of the soldiers. He'd just witnessed his granddaughter massacre the remaining patriots without a thought. He suppressed a shudder.

By the time Rachel and the others emerged from the trees Charlie was passing from one soldier to another picking up her arrows and throwing any remaining guns towards a pile that was slowly growing. Bass and Miles were doing the same, accept passing the arrows they found to Charlie whenever they crossed paths. When Rachel stopped in front of them Bass and Miles paused, Charlie wrenched one last arrow from a body, closed her eyes briefly and looked up at her mother. 'Hi?' She sounded unsure.

'Charlie.' The relief in Rachel's voice was evident and she threw herself at her daughter. Her arms tightening around her and squeezing. 'I was so worried.'

Charlie winced and heard Bass chuckle somewhere off to her right. 'Mom, can't breathe.'

'Sorry.' Her mother quickly let go, her hands moving to her daughter's shoulders. 'Thank God you're okay.'

Charlie chuckled, gently removing her mom's harsh grip from her shoulders. 'I'm surprisingly hard to kill.' She glanced at Miles who was watching, amused. 'Must be a family trait.' He laughed.

'I'm not family.' Bass pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. 'Shut up.' She spoke in good humour, so Bass simply smirked and moved to pry another arrow from a body.

'Jesus. How many of these things do you have?' He handed the arrow to her.

Charlie grinned. 'Many Bass, many.'

Miles smiled at the easy going chatter between the two, he'd been wary of it at first but he'd come to realise that if they were going to stay around each other much longer they had to learn to get along. Rachel didn't like it, hearing her daughter talk to Bass as if they had been friends for years when the man was responsible for killing both Danny and Ben.

Charlie watched the flash in her mother's eyes and before her mom could lash out she stepped away and smiled. A guarded careful smile, but a smile all the same. 'I'm going to get cleaned up.'

'Wait.' She paused, turning towards Miles and cocked an eyebrow. 'Where were you? We thought you…' He trailed off, swallowing his last words. Bass stared at her, blue eyes intense as he waited for her answer.

Charlie looked at the three of them, then at Aaron and her grandpa who were standing just to the edge of the campfire. She smiled sheepishly. 'I hid in a tree.' At their mixed amused and questioning gazes she explained. 'There were too many and they appeared so fast, I wouldn't have had time to warn you before they found me.' She shrugged. 'Figured it was best I came in late and saved your asses rather than die pointlessly.'

'So you hid in a tree?' Bass's eyes sparkled, he was finding it highly entertaining.

Charlie smirked and shrugged. 'It was there.'

Miles shook his head, pulling Charlie in for a quick tight hug. Rachel resentfully watched her daughter hug back, unlike she did with her. 'Good job kid.' He ruffled her hair.

She frowned, patting her hair back down. 'Not a kid.'

Bass looked her up and down, a slow smile forming on his lip. 'No, you're not.' He mumbled quietly to himself, knowing no one heard him.

Charlie nodded at them, before walking to her canteen and splashing water on her face. It would have to do as there were more present matters at hand. 'I'm hungry.' She grinned at everyone. 'When's dinner?'

A.N/ I know 'what a stupid place to leave it'... but never fear! There is another chapter! I found that this was becoming a lot longer than I anticpated and so the rest of the 'episode' is in the next chapter. So this has now become a multi-chapter story; and the chapter written, I am just finalising a few details. Seems the Revolution characters just like to keep going... and going... and going. Well, you get the picture.

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