Hey guys!

I've been quite obsessed with this couple for two weeks, well since the Season 2 premiere actually. So this story is just a way to get it out of my head.

Hope you enjoy it.

The story takes place right after the end of episode 2, so it will probably differ from the tv show from now on. I do not own Revolution or the show would have a lot more of Bass/Charlie scenes going on!

The Chase

Chapter 1 - On Their Merry Way

"I think "I told you so" is in order, right?" Charlie snared.

She glanced at the bounty hunter in the moonlight. He was disheveled, his hair slightly tousled and his dark shirt wrinkled. A fight with Sebastian Monroe would do that to you. And he was lucky she had arrived in time to save him. A few seconds later and he would have been choked to death. That wouldn't have been a great loss, since he was the one who had prevented her from killing Monroe and had let him escape in the first place. But well, she wasn't that cruel.

"Shut up," he said with a glare.

Looking at both of them, abandoned on the road with no food, no weapons and no means of transportation, Monroe was probably laughing his head off by now.

Charlie started to head in the opposite direction the bastard had gone, to retrieve her crossbow from the bounty hunters' former camp, intent on leaving the poor sap behind her. But it seemed the said poor sap didn't agree with her.

"Where're you going?" he asked abruptly, taking her arm in the process.

She shook it a little until he let her go.

"I'm going to find my crossbow, and then I'm going to kill Monroe. You got a problem with that?"

"He killed my partner," was all the man said.

"What's your point? I think I was pretty clear this morning about him escaping and leaving you with nothing. You're the one who didn't listen to good advice."

"Okay okay, I get it. I should've killed him. But I'm a bounty hunter, okay? When my employer says to bring someone alive, that's what I do. If I want to get paid, that is."

She couldn't contradict him on that. However, she could contradict him on the fact that he should've paid better attention to a highly lethal prisoner such as Sebastian Monroe, former president of the Monroe Republic. But she didn't. He wasn't worth her time.

"Fine. Be on your merry way, then. I'll be on mine. Let the best man win."

"Wait," he said again before she could get away from him, "Don't bother going back to our camp. Your crossbow was on the wagon."

"It just gets better and better, doesn't it?"

"Listen, I know we started on the wrong foot," he started to say.

"You mean, when you took a shot at me? Or when you fastened me to that swimming pool? Because I can seem to decide which one I prefer."

"Could you stop your sarcasm for one minute? I'm trying to be nice here. And for the record, I wouldn't have shot you if you hadn't been trying to kill my prisoner. Anyway, as you said yourself, Monroe is too dangerous to try and catch alone. And I guess that's what I am now, alone. How about we call it a truce and partner up?"

"You gotta be kidding me, right? You and me? Partners? Please! For one, you and I want very different things. You want him alive and I want him dead. How's that gonna work?"

"Wrong, I wanted him alive. Now, I'm not so sure. Accidents happen."

"Not so nice anymore, eh?"

"Like I said, he killed my partner."

"Right, sorry about that. He seemed like a nice fellow, beard, eye-patch and foreign talking aside. But I work alone."

"Monroe knows you're after him. You don't have the element of surprise anymore. No offense but you really think you'd last one minute against him in a fight?"

He was right of course, damn it all to hell, but he was. She wasn't stupid enough to think that she could beat him face to face. No, her only shot at him was when he wasn't aware of her presence. And now that Monroe knew she was on his heels, he'd be even harder to kill. He was like her uncle Miles, a great force to be reckoned with. The only way to kill either one of them was to do it when they least expected it.

So now what? That meant the hunter was right. They needed to become allies if they wanted a chance at catching him.

"I'll agree," she finally whispered, "but only if you promise that I'll be the one to kill him."

"Done," the hunter seemed happy somewhat, " What did he do to you anyway? To make you so vindictive."

Charlie ignored him and began to walk, following the path made by the wagon wheels.

"None of my business, message received."

He started to follow her. Despite all, his presence was reassuring. This wasn't safe territory and without her weapons to defend herself, she felt naked. She was hardly weak at hand combat, but against a bunch of guys with guns? Even her skills wouldn't do her much good.

Still, it didn't make him less annoying. Adam, since he told her that was his name, made a few attempts at starting conversation until Charlie's silence finally shut him up. Actually, the only word that left her mouth was her own name.

It was dark, she was hungry, thirsty and tired but she didn't falter one bit. Her resolution was stronger that any weakness she might feel.

A few hours later, when the sun was almost up, they found the wagon left abandoned on the road. The two horses were gone, and with them Monroe.

"Clever," Adam said when he noticed the two trails leading in two different directions, "he let one horse go and took the other so we'd have a 50/50 percent chance of going the wrong way."

He kneeled on the ground and touched the imprint of the horses' shoes on the muddy dirt. Meanwhile, Charlie went looking into the wagon to see if he left anything, event if she doubted it. And to her surprise, he did. Her crossbow was here, with a pack of her arrows. Some food too and a cask of water. What the hell was Monroe doing? Leaving those things behind. She took some dried beef and ate it without preamble. Food was heaven. She hailed the bounty hunter who raised his head in question. She threw him some beef too.

Adam looked at it for quite a while, and when Charlie jumped down from the cart, he rose to his feet, his face dead serious, and said, "What exactly is your relationship with Monroe?"

"I thought I made it pretty clear that wasn't any of your damn business," she replied.

"At first, I thought you were an ex-lover. Don't look at me like that. The man is a well-known womanizer."

"He's twice my age," Charlie said, her features distorting in disgust.

"That's not really relevant in this world, you know. And I don't even think it was in the former world either. But anyway, that's what I thought at first. Until I saw the mark on your arm."

Charlie unconsciously touched her inner wrist. Where she had been branded like cattle. Branded with his mark.

"So then I thought, she used to work for him. A soldier probably. And maybe when he dropped the bomb on his own city, just maybe you had family there. And that you lost them because of him. That would make anyone hellbent on taking revenge."

Little did Adam know how close he was to the truth.

"But that didn't add up," he continued, not letting her talk, "Especially when I overheard your little conversation today in the swimming pool. You know him, personally. And he knows you. And now, even though it's pretty obvious you want nothing more than to put a bullet in his brain, he leaves your crossbow on the wagon you're sure to come across? Call me crazy, but that's pretty suspicious. So I ask you again, Charlie, what exactly is your relationship with Sebastian Monroe?"

Charlie turned her head away. She couldn't answer him. She had no idea herself why Monroe would leave her stuff behind. At least none that she was willing to share with a stranger.

"The only thing you need to know about me and Monroe," she finally said, "is this, that I want him dead. And that I will stop at nothing until he's crawling at my feet, three arrows piercing his chest. I think that sums up our relationship pretty well, don't you think?"

Well, what did you think?

And please excuse my poor English, it's not my native language.

See you soon.