Summary: Set in S2E "Patriot Games." What if Bass and Rachel saved each other from the Patriots? Read to find out what happens.
It was a dark night in Willoughby, Texas as Sebastian Monroe, former general of the Militia, sat in front of a campfire, seated on a log, sharpening a knife, his sword on the ground in front of him.
Suddenly, he heard a noise from a distance away. He then put out the fire, put his sword and knife where they belonged, and headed towards the direction of the sounds.
Once there, he saw the scene. There were a couple Patriots that Rachel was trying to fight against. So, knowing he couldn't let anything happen to her, he stepped out of the shadows and went into action.
As he fought one of the Patriots with his sword, Rachel Matheson, Charlie's mom and Miles' former fling, fought the other Patriot. It wasn't hard for Bass, but Rachel, on the other hand, wasn't very good at fighting. She was much better at using a gun and was never taught how to sword fight.
A few minutes later, once Bass had one Patriot dispatched, he took care of the other one.
A moment later, after putting his sword away, he looked at her.
"What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Miles."
"Looking for you. We need your help."
She couldn't believe that after everything, she was asking for his help with Patriots, as if they were helpless against them without Monroe. He killed her son. She shouldn't be there talking to him, asking for his help. She should be ending him. She just hoped he'd agree and that Miles would understand and agree for him to help them.
"The Patriots I assume?"
"You know about them?"
"Who doesn't, Rachel? I'll help you."
"You're going to help us out of the goodness of your heart?"
"Yes. Miles is my family and they're the ones that bombed Philly. I watched it happen. They bombed our home and aren't even taking responsibility for it. They may even start blaming someone else. They make the Militia look like insects as bad as they are."
As he spoke, she knew he was right. Ever since the Militia fell, he had been right. It was as if he was the Bass that they had all known and loved before the blackout fifteen years ago.
"Let's go then," she said.
And so they walked side by side silently, nothing much to say to each other. It was better that way, though. It didn't make them argue and fight like cats and dogs. It kept the peace between them.
It was a dismal night, as they walked side by side. It was still a long way back to Miles, but they'd live with each other the rest of the way. Silence was what kept them from trying to kill each other once way or another. It was the only sane thing left, considering what they could be or end up talking about, which would most likely get one another killed.
They were on a gravel road, when he stopped, hearing something.
Rachel stopped next to him.
"What is it?" she asked.
She wasn't a good tracker and she sure as hell wasn't like Miles or Monroe. Her daughter was the one that was more like Miles and Monroe than Rachel ever would be.
A moment later, shots were fired at them.
"Go for the trees. Now," he ordered her to keep her from getting hurt, before he ducked behind some far away trees and snuck around to find out who were all shooting at them and how he could dispatch them.
A moment later, he saw that they were Patriots, but only a few of them. He figured it would be easy to dispatch them on his own silently. He just hoped Rachel wouldn't go and play hero.
A few minutes later, they were all killed and Bass had taken two rifles and a couple knives off of the dead guys to better arm himself and Rachel.
Once in the shelter of the trees and by a river, he set the weapons down and went in search of Rachel, but he didn't call to her, in case there were more Patriots nearby. Though, if there were, he figured they'd had attacked by now.
As soon as he saw her, he rushed towards and knelt by her, realizing she had been hit before she got to safety, but it was so dark, he hadn't seen it. He knew that she was alive, though.
Gently, he picked her up in his arms and headed over to the river where he had left the weapons at. He then gently layed her down by the river and grabbed a gun, before leaving to go get some transportation.
When Rachel Matheson woke up, she was in the back of a buggy with a blanket on her. She felt weak after getting shot, but she knew it was a good thing that she was alive.
"Bass?" she called softly, not sitting up, knowing it was best to just stay where she was.
"Good afternoon," he greeted her, not looking at her, as he continued to guide the two horses there were pulling the buggy. "Feeling better?"
"What do you think I feel like?" she said back, but not mean like.
He was silent, knowing it never felt good to get shot.
Several days later, she was better and they continued their journey to the town Miles and Charlie were living at.
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