Infamous
Title: "Infamous"
Author: prettysirenx/PrettySiren, etc
Rating: PG
Genre: humor, general, fluff, one-shot
Spoilers: None. (Though it does make speculations--which are probably wrong about post 1x10.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Revolution. If I did, there would be more aliases.
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Unbeta'd. This is for the NBC_Revolution 100 prompts table prompt "Infamy".
They arrived in Annapolis at sunset. It had been a long, fast journey in their race to the borderlands. It was a good city to get lost in, Nora told them; she'd been lost there twice. And the further south they went, the safer they'd be. They all knew it, and Maryland was certainly a milestone. As soon as they got out of the Monroe Republic, they'd be safe-safe enough, anyway. It was a good dream and it kept them going as the nights got colder and longer.
Nora said she'd go around to the old safe houses. She took Aaron with her. In the city, they would be Bob and Angela O'Malley. Nora suggested they all come up with aliases.
Rachel and Danny stayed behind in the wagon, but Charlie desperately wanted to stretch her legs. The last few miles of the journey had been a long and she was tired and sore; mainly, the tensions were high and traveling by wagon had very quickly become her least favorite mode of transportation.
She stood in the dusty street and surveyed the scenery. It was cleaner than most towns of the size; if it turned out to be a safe haven, she wouldn't mind staying awhile.
Miles walked up beside her.
"Couldn't last any longer in that wagon either?" she observed.
"Your mother has mastered the cold icy stare of death."
Charlie smirked. She walked towards the shops and he followed alongside at a respectable distance. It was nice to be in each other's company, just the two of them.
She spotted a general store and looked to Miles. "How many trade dollars do we have?"
"Not many. Why?"
"I'd really like some soap. I smell horrible."
He looked at her like he thought she was ridiculous. Maybe she was.
"You smell wonderful."
"Compared to Aaron?" she laughed.
"Compared to anyone."
The moment got a little too quiet after he said that. He sighed, unable to bear the weight of it. Finally, he said, "Alright, we'll get the damn soap."
"Thank you," she smiled, nudging him. That elicited a smile in return.
She took his arm and they walked to the general store in a more comfortable silence in which Charlie's heart sang.
But her face fell when she saw what was plastered on the store front: a tattered bunch of wanted posters. The biggest posters of all were the ones with pictures and right in the center were remarkable renderings of her and Miles.
His said: “Miles Matheson (alias Stu Redman). Wanted for war crimes, terrorism, and treason against the Monroe Republic. Reward: 50lbs of gold (1,000,000 Militia Trade Dollars)."
Hers said: "Charlie Matheson (alias Frannie). Ringleader of The Matheson Five, wanted for kidnapping, aiding and abetting known terrorists and rebels, and for treason against the Monroe Republic. Reward: 100lbs of gold (2,000,000 Militia Trade Dollars).”
"Looks like Bass has upped the ante," Miles said grimly. “And look! He’s got himself a new favorite.”
"What the hell is 'The Matheson Five'?"
"I don't know, but it has a nice ring to it," Miles smirked. And then his face fell instantly. "Charlie, we've got to go back to the wagon."
"Damn it." She cursed as they turned around and headed back. "Double damn it."
"Double damn it?" he asked.
"I liked Stu Redman and Frannie."
Miles looked at her incredulously, with a hint of mild alarm. "Why?"
"Because Aaron told me who they were," she laughed, nudging him again. "That's priceless, Miles. I had no idea how you felt."
"Yeah, well, if you hear screams coming from camp tonight, just ignore them. I'm killing Aaron."
"If you kill him, we're gonna need new aliases. What about Romeo and Juliet? Or Bonnie and Clyde?"
"I'm never gonna hear the end of this," Miles sighed; grumpily he added, “But Bonnie and Clyde would be awesome.”
“Yeah, they would,” Charlie agreed, putting his arm around her with an innocent smile. He didn’t remove it. “We could be infamous.”
“I think we already are."