Summary: Set in S2E "Patriot Games." What if Rachel had left Willoughby to hunt down Bass? What if she was the one that Bass had to rescue from the bar? Read to find out what happens.
A/N: This is my very first ever made Bachel pairing fanfic, so I'm not sure how It'll turn out.
It was a dark night, as Rachel Matheson sat on a bar stool in a bar in the middle of nowhere, having a few drinks. She figured she'd have a few drinks before continuing on her mission to find Monroe. She had some unfinished business with him. That, and Miles was right. They needed him so they could take down the Patriots once and for all. Right now, the Patriots were the issue. They were the threat at the moment. Not Monroe.
After finishing her last shot glass, she started to get light-headed. That's when she realized that one of the guys there had put something in her drink.
She got off the chair and backed against a wall, as the guys looked at her.
She didn't know what their plans or intentions were, but she figured they were most likely very bad intentions indeed.
Just as her vision went blurry and she slid down the wall, she saw Monroe walk in.
"What did you do to her?" he asked one of the guys.
"Poison," one guy said.
Then she saw Monroe take action, before she felt the floor on her back and closed her eyes. She could still hear everything that was happening around her, though. That's when she realized that she was being saved my Monroe. Then, before she knew it, there was no sound of fighting and she heard him, as if he was right by her.
"Rachel, can you hear me?" she heard him call to her.
She wanted to let him know that she could hear him just fine, but she couldn't.
She felt a hand rest gently on the side of her face.
"Stay with me, Rachel," she heard him say, before she was finally plunged into darkness.
Sebastian Monroe looked down at her worriedly. If anything happened to her, he wouldn't forgive himself. He sure as hell could never face Miles and Charlie again. He had always loved her. He hadn't even wanted her to lose Ben and Danny. Even though he didn't know why she was here, he figured she was here to kill him. He didn't care, though. She had to survive. He would always put the Mathesons before his own well-being. It didn't matter how many times they tried to kill him. He saw them as the only family he had left.
He gently picked her up in his arms and left to go find a stream so he could flush the poison out of her system. It had to be done or she'd most likely die.
When she woke up, she felt like herself again. Then she realized that she was by a campfire. On the other side, she saw Monroe sitting on a log on the other side, where he was sharpening his knife.
She sat up and looked at him, for once in a very long time, glad to be in his presence. After all, he had just saved her life from those monsters.
He put his knife down and looked back at her.
"Feeling belter?" he questioned her.
"Yeah. Thanks," she answered him. "How long was I out?"
"Three days. You're alive, which accounts for something. Why are you here, Rachel?"
"We need you in Willoughby. We need to take down the Patriots. To do that, we need your help."
"Then we should get going."
It didn't surprise her when he accepted, since she knew him very well. He never did like a competition.
A few minutes later, they were headed to Willoughby, Texas in horse and buggy.
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