Summary: Set somewhere in S1 finale when Bass is being shot at, but a different version of it kind of. It's after Miles tells Bass to run when Miles rescues him from the Militia. Miles and Charlie find a wounded Bass. Can they help him? Will Bass live? Will Charlie help Miles save Bass? Read to find out what happens.
A/N: Got this idea from reading some Revolution fan fictions on which were between awesome and touching and sad. This is one is inspired from a fanfic I read where Bass got himself shot somehow and Miles had to try and save his best friend's life.
It was a beautiful day, as General Sebastian Monroe of the Monroe Militia Republic walked through some woods, trying to find somewhere to hide out at. He was running from his own men. They were shooting at him, which meant only one thing. Tom Nevelle had somehow forced them onto his side. Now his men saw Bass as the target; the enemy; the one to kill off next time they saw him. Now Bass was on his own. He didn't want to be a rebel, so he was alone. His best friend, Miles Matheson, former general of the Monroe Republic, also known as the Militia, probably still wanted him dead too. But it wasn't the same thing. Miles wanted him dead, because Bass was the one that had sent those men to the rebel camps; one of which Miles and the others had been at. Bass' men had shot and killed Danny and now Miles and, he guessed, Charlie Matheson too, wanted him dead for that. Technically speaking, Bass was the reason Danny was dead. Bass could try to convince them that it wasn't his fault, but he knew that would be useless against them. But something else made him think that Miles might've forgiven him. When Bass had been in trouble the night before with his men, Miles had cut him free and had told him to run. Miles had rescued him, instead of killing him. Maybe Miles didn't want him dead anymore. Bass sure as hell didn't want to kill Miles. Miles was his best friend. They could talk all they wanted about killing one another, but they were just words. They couldn't truly kill one another, because they had saved one another time and time again. They were brothers and they would look after one another, no matter how bad the other screwed up. They would always be brothers, and brothers stuck together. They were like family to one another, and probably always would be. The difference now though, was that Miles was a rebel and was getting close to his real family; his blood related family. There was barely room for Bass in Miles' life now, because Miles had his niece, Charlie Matheson, and Charlie's mother, Rachel Matheson, to look out for. Charlie and Rachel were the only blood related family that Miles had left.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkohGVzj4oj
Bass continued in search of a place to stay, but all he could see were trees and green grass. There were no houses, nor buildings around. He had to do something, because if his men saw him, they would definitely shoot at him. Bass could be a goner before he could run from them, because they had power. They had helicopters, which made the Militia powerful. A powerful Militia with Tom Nevelle as their leader was horrifying and a nightmare to everyone. Bass personally knew that the only reason the Militia were after him would be because Tom sent the Militia to find and kill Bass. Tom probably would do the same thing with Miles and the other rebels too, once Bass was a goner. Tom was worse than Bass when it came to being leader of the Militia. Bass knew that power could get to your head to the point of doing things that you usually wouldn't do. When Bass had power, he wanted Miles brought to him alive and if need be, he would kill Miles. But that was all in the past. Bass wasn't in any good position right now to kill anyone he disliked or didn't trust. The only thing that was on his mind was survival. He had to survive. He was determined to do so. He would survive for Miles' sake and for Emma's memory. Memories of Emma were all Bass had. Emma was dead and Bass didn't know where his son was, because he hadn't known he was a father until the night Emma told him that she had a son. She had told him in so many words that he was the father of her only child; their only son. Bass vowed that he would find his son someday and be the father that his son hadn't had in who knows how many years. He didn't know how old his son was, so he didn't even know where to begin. But first things first. He had to survive. Then he would take down Tom someday, take back what was rightfully his, and find his only son and be a father to him. That was his plan. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was a plan.
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The next day Miles and Charlie were making their rounds in Philly. It was a beautiful, peaceful day so far. It was strange, because there weren't many of those days anymore. Most days were usually filled with loss, hardship, bloodshed, running, and people firing shots at one another or trying to escape from the Militia. Those were their days that they normally had. They stopped walking through the grass though, when they heard a noise.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgYi3cH6YoE
Miles and Charlie looked at one another silently, before they slowly started towards the outer trees of some woods. There were bushes around a part of the area where the sound was coming from. It was like a rustling sound. And as they grew nearer, they heard and saw a helicopter flying overhead. Then it started shooting at them.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwdgvuVIVbq
A few minutes later, they ducked into the woods not far from where they heard the sound at, as the people in the helicopter continued to shoot. They were in cover though, so they figured they were out of range and weren't being shot at anymore. At the moment, they were safe.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOx5NavUKnK
They stopped a distance away, when they saw General Sebastian Monroe sitting with his back against a tree, a hand to his left side.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeON7kTVV9i
"Bass?" Miles said, as he started towards his best friend he had known since they were kids.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡynLSaJmg7p
Bass looked up to see Charlie and Miles there.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSco6spnA6
"Miles," he greeted, looking at his best friend.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXPcKAbS9cg
"What happened, Bass?" Miles asked, as he continued forwards.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC5fnib0bIy
"Militia."489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcTgjAfpp5R
Miles knelt at his best friend's left side. He didn't know how long ago Bass had gotten himself shot in the left side, but Bass was weak. His friend needed help and he and Charlie were there. Miles wasn't going to leave his best friend for dead. He left Rachel for dead once upon a time. He wasn't going to do that same to his best friend. They were like brothers. They would do anything for one another.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAbtrFMhlBz
"Hang on, Bass."489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYZQHb0Y6bl
Miles looked at his niece.489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39nnYziLJ6
"We should get him to the camp."489Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6vb5uHYOhe
So together, as much as Charlie hated to be helping Bass, they helped him to the rebel camp they were all staying at.
A few hours later, Bass was okay with his wound patched up and taken care of. He felt like himself again, thanks to the help of Miles and Charlie. Bass had been right. Miles didn't want him dead after all. He wanted him alive.
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