A/N: This story starts on the train during the episode "Soul Train". Just something to help the week pass by, since there was no show this Monday... sigh.

*For those that followed me from Lost and Wondering, I am still writing it and will be posting a new chapter soon. Just had to get this story off my brain, the relationship between Charlie and Jason is just so cute and interesting, I had to.*

Hope you all like it.

Jason was nearing his Father's compartment as he heard loud banging on the wall, knowing that his Father had the boy in there with him, he hesitated before opening the door, if his Father was beating him up he didn't want to see it, but he opened the door anyway. He saw Charlie, then he saw that his Father had her pinned up against the wall choking the life out of her. With a knee jerk reaction Jason picked up a bottle and smashed it over his Father's head. Charlie fell to the ground gasping for air, Jason knelt and took her shoulders in his hands.

"Are you alright?" He asked looking in her eyes.

Her eyes were a little wild from the terror of not being able to breathe and all she could do was nod a few times.

"We have to hurry," Jason said as he helped Charlie to her feet, she immediately looked over for Danny, he had been knocked out but was starting to come to. She rushed over to him and took his arms to get him moving. Jason paused for a moment, he had just wanted to get Charlie away from his Father, helping the boy escape is something else. Monroe himself wanted this boy, they'd have the militia on their heels. He looked over to his Father, who still lay unconscious on the floor surrounded by shards of glass from the bottle. He had no choice, he needed to get Charlie off the train and she wouldn't leave without her brother, and he knew that he couldn't leave her, he needed to be there to protect her. He grabbed his bow and quiver and his pack that he had set down when they boarded the train and opened the door, the grass and trees were rushing past.

"Cover your head," He told them both, but was looking at Charlie. Jason took one last look at his Father before jumping after Danny and Charlie.

Jason hit the ground and rolled; as soon as he could stop himself he stood up. They needed to move. When they realize that the prisoner has escaped they will stop the train and come looking for them. He quickly found Charlie and Danny.

"Come on," Jason said grabbing Charlie's elbow. Both Charlie and Danny looked dazed still, but had enough wits about them to go into survival mode and both hurried along, following Jason.

"We've got to get to a stream or lake," Jason said, "We've got to cover our tracks."

"Miles," Charlie said stopping.

Jason turned around and looked at her, "We don't have time. We've got to move. He can take care of himself."

Charlie still didn't move, Jason saw her eyes flick back towards the direction of the train tracks.

"We can look for him later, you don't understand, it's us that they will be looking for. Or rather him," He said with a nod to Danny, "We have got to get as far away from them as possible."

Charlie reluctantly followed again. Silently they headed south, Jason was setting the pace at a steady jog. Jason would allow them small breaks, where they could walk.

During one of these breaks Charlie asked, "So, do you still want me to call you Nate, or do you think it's time for me to know your real name?"

"Jason."

"You're his son," Danny said, it wasn't a question or even an accusation, it was a fact. Danny had seen Jason board the train and had watched as the Father and son spoke together. Jason looked back over at Danny, his shaggy blonde hair hung over his eyes but it didn't mask the fierceness in his eyes as he stared at Jason.

"Wait," Charlie stopped walking, and looked at Jason, "What? You're whose son?"

"Tom Neville," Jason said, and looked forward - refusing to look at her.

A long pause, "Captain Neville," Charlie said slowly, realizing the full extent of what Jason had done to help them escape, "Why?"

"I had to," Jason said. When that didn't seem enough of an answer for her he turned and faced her, "He was going to kill you."

Charlie stood there for a while looking back at Jason.

"Come on," Jason said, "Need to keep going."

They passed through a few small streams, but Jason said they weren't deep enough to throw the scent off enough to fool the Militia's hounds. Finally after over an hour they reached a wide slow-moving river.

"I'd take off my shoes unless you want wet feet tomorrow and the next." Was all Jason said as he slipped his off and tied them around his neck.

The water came up to their waists and they carefully waded down river. When Jason decided they had gone far enough down the stream he picked a bank with several roots jetting out into the water. A good area to climb out without leaving a trace. He told them to step where he stepped as he climbed out. They got out on the same side that they had climbed in on. Jason decided this was safest because the Militia would probably think that they'd cross the river to continue heading south, so they'd have the hounds on the other side of the river looking to pick up their trail again. Barefoot they started walking, trying to leave no trace or track behind them. Their clothes were soaking wet, Jason took his wet shirt off, so it could dry faster. Charlie couldn't help but watch the subtle movements in his back muscles as he walked. She noticed Danny had taken his shirt off also, and the sight of his bruises forced any thought of Jason's muscles out of her mind. Some of his bruises looked fresh, while some looked a few days old. Her heart clinched as she thought of what he had suffered during his captivity. She slipped her arms out of her jacket. Jason must have heard the rustle of her clothing, because when Charlie faced forward again he had turned and was looking at her. They looked at one another for a moment more, before Charlie said blandly, "Sorry. That's all that's coming off."

Jason smirked and faced forward. As he walked he swung his pack around and did a quick inventory of everything he had on him, his sword was still hanging on his belt like always, his bow and quiver with twenty arrows, his water skin, a small container of dried berries and nuts, and a first aid kit that held iodine, fever pills, bandages and a needle and thread. He mentally cursed himself for not grabbing his jacket, for the extra protection and for the swiss army knife in it's pocket. The luck was rotten that he had just cleaned through his pack to had taken things out to be washed or repaired. He knew that his blanket and extra shirt would be missed tonight. He closed his pack and secured it back in place.

The sun was going to be setting soon and Jason had noticed dark clouds edging closer, they needed to find some form of shelter or they'd be getting even wetter.

Danny had taken step next to his sister, "What's the story here?"

Charlie looked over at him, "What?"

"When did you meet him and why would you call him Nate?"

She paused for a moment before answering, "I met him when we set off to rescue you. He gave me a fake name and used us to find Uncle Miles. Miles pegged him as Militia and he ran. Then he tried to stalk us, but wasn't too successful," She said the last part a bit louder, knowing that Jason could hear everything.

Jason turns around and faces her, "You're forgetting how I saved your life, I count four times… so far," He gave an irritated sigh and threw his arms in the air, "And you cuffed me to a telephone pole!"

Charlie narrowed her eyes slightly, she didn't need him to remind her, the men from the plane, the fight in Chicago, the creepy guy from the fair and lastly he saved her from his own Father. She turned back to Danny, "And, he keeps popping up to save me."

The trio start walking again. Danny breaks the silence, "You handcuffed him to a pole?" There's a tone of amusement in Danny's voice.

Charlie gives Danny a small smirk, Jason scowls as he remembers the frustration of having been tricked by her so easily, and then watching her walk away from him.

Danny continues talking on a different subject, "I heard Captain Neville talking about Miles… What is he doing here? I thought he was holed away in Chicago."

"I asked him to help me find you," Charlie said with a shrug, "He agreed."

"Do you know where he'd be now?"

"We left Aaron and Nora back in town. They'll probably meet up at our old campsite."

"Aaron came?!" Danny said with slight disbelief, he couldn't picture Aaron on a rescue mission, they guy was always so timid, "And who's Nora?"

"Friend of Uncle Miles… She was behind that explosion that almost killed us all on the train."

"Definitely sounds like a friend of Uncle Miles."

"Up ahead," Jason said looking back at them.

Charlie and Danny look over to where Jason to pointing, an old shed. One of the four wooden walls looked decayed, the tin roof was sagging slightly, but the other walls looked like they would hold up. The inside held an old mower and some gardening tools, rusted out.

"We need to try to find dry wood," Jason said and started scrounging around the trees, looking for dead branches and breaking them off and started a pile by the shed.

"There's a house over that way," Danny pointed over to where a small one story home was barely visible through the trees.

"Stay out of sight, I'll go check it out," Jason said to both of them. Charlie rolled her eyes and followed after him, ignoring Danny as he questioned her.

Jason was crouching by a rusting car looking at the home. Windows were smashed in and grass had grown tall around the porch and doorway.

Charlie came up beside him and whispered, "Doesn't look like anyone is home."

"Told you stay out of sight," He told her angrily.

She gave him a look that clearly said, "So what?"

Charlie was right though, there didn't appear to be anyone living or squatting there.

"OK, just please stay here, I'll go see if I can see in the windows," Jason gave her a stern look. Charlie didn't say anything and Jason stood slowly to move away, then shot another look at Charlie, who finally held her hands up in surrender, "I'll stay put."

Charlie watched him move stealthily to the house, he was still shirtless and her eyes were drawn to his muscles, watching them move. He got to the window and peered in.

The house looked like it had been abandoned and picked over a long time ago. Little green sprouts were growing on the carpets by the windows and nobody had tried to clean up the broken glass from the windows.

Hesitantly and carefully Jason moved towards the door that was standing open. He moved across the carpet and looked around, evidence of someone smashing the wooden furniture lay on the tile floor of what used to be the dinning area. People had probably used it for firewood. The cabinets in the kitchen were hanging open, completely bare.

"Think there is anything useful?" Charlie said coming through the door.

Jason turned around, "Damn it Charlie, you were supposed to stay put."

"Are you going to sit there and lecture me, or help find something of use?"

They stared at one another for a moment, Charlie looked away first and started looking around the room. Jason's eyes lingered on Charlie's lips for a moment then slowly moved down her body. The fact that they were alone stayed on his mind for more than a moment as she moved down a small hall. Resisting the urge to follow after her, he turned to what was left of the kitchen

Jason searched the drawers and found a good knife that needed some sharpening, a cast iron skillet and spool of string.

"Jason," Charlie called from down the hall. He felt his heart melt slightly as she said his real name for the first time.

He moved down the hall and was just about to enter a room as she was coming out of it. She put her hands out to stop them from running into each other and her hands landed on his bare chest. They stood there for a moment, Jason relished in the feeling of her touch on his skin.

Charlie blinked, coming back to her senses, and lowered her hands and took a step back, "I found some towels and a blanket."

"Good."

They stood there silently for a moment more, then with his heart racing, Jason took a step towards her and lifted his hand up and slowly brushed her hair away from her face, running his fingers through her soft tresses.

"Charlie," He practically whispered. She looked up into his eyes, and they held each other's gaze. Charlie's heart was pounding and her mind was racing. She could tell that he wanted to kiss her, that he was going to kiss her.