Thirty Minutes
Title: "Thirty Minutes"
Author: prettysirenx/PrettySiren, etc
Rating: PG
Genre: angst, drabble
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own Revolution. If I did, you'd know.
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Unbeta'd. This is for the "30 Mins" prompt at the NBC_Revolution Community Prompt Table
They'd been waiting precisely thirty minutes. Not twenty-nine, not thirty-one-exactly thirty. Charlie had a good internal clock and she knew too long was long enough. She jumped up from the battered chair she'd been sitting in and addressed the rebel leader.
"I wanna see him. Now."
He didn't say anything to her. He just looked at her with mild contempt and went back to cleaning his gun.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" she cried.
The guy still ignored her. She balled up her fist and was about to take a swing when Nora spoke up.
"Please. She's his niece." She looked dead into the man's eyes. "She's all he has."
Nora and the man locked eyes for another thirty minutes. They just stared at each other, like a staring contest between children. Finally, he relented.
"Whatever." He ambled to his drunken feet and banged on the door. "The general's got a visitor."
The door opened and Charlie entered. It was dark except for a torch mounted on the wall.
The gruff man in the room looked at Charlie and sneered mockingly. "You've got thirty minutes. That should be enough for a conjugal visit."
Charlie scowled at him as he past. She waited until he was gone to delve into the darkness and find her uncle.
His face was barely lit; bloody and battered, it was business as usual.
"I've seen better days," he smirked. Blood trickled out the corner of his mouth; he coughed, choking on it.
Charlie bit back a sob. He was like a wounded animal, she knew. He could never be tamed; maybe, though, he could be loved. She gingerly stroked his cheek.
"When will they understand you're on their side now?" she asked, more to the darkness around them than anything. It shocked her when she got an answer.
"Never."