(This fanfic is about the film The Patriot, but for this fanfic to work I have changed a few facts. Firstly, Colonel William Tavington does not die. Secondly, Ben Martin does. Thirdly, and this is the largest difference, the Americans do not win the way and so their country remains in England's clutches of control. So, if you're going to read this fanfic bear in mind these three facts. Now, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's not very good though as unfortunately the plot is mine.

Also I do not own The Patriot or the characters within it, just so y'all know.)

Chapter One

Tavington remembered the day he'd shot Martin's son. He had tried to protect his elder brother, who Tavington had killed later anyway, and so Tavington has shot the young boy. Tavington also remembers Martin's other children, including one young girl who he knew would grow up to be quite a beauty.

Flashback

"Stupid Boy." Tavington spat the words out as he stared at Thomas, who lay dying in his fathers arms. Tavington glanced around the area, watching his men carrying out his orders. All the wounded Colonials were shot and the injured British soldiers were taken away. Then his eyes fell upon the children of Ben Martin, whom he'd threatened earlier. His eyes went from son to son to son to daughter to……… youngest daughter. She looked about two or three years old and he wondered what her name was. She was obviously the daughter of Ben Martin; they had the same blue eyes. Hers were far prettier though, framed by dark eyelashes. He knew then she'd grow up into a fine woman, and in around fifteen years time he would come back and see her again. He tore his eyes away from the young child and looked at Ben and Thomas. The son had died now. He sneered at them before riding away, his men following and Gabriel being led away with them. He left the family to mourn.

End Flashback

And now Tavington was riding to the home of Charlotte Selton, the aunt to these children and the woman who also fell in love with Ben Martin before he'd died on the battlefield two years before the war ended. He knew where the woman lived. He could find out where any American lived if he wanted too. Since the British had won the war, Tavington had become a war hero. His brutal ways were forgotten and he was praised with honour, despite what General Cornwallis had said. He'd also received all the land he'd been promised. Over the last decade he'd become one of the richest men in America and now he was riding to find the young child he'd seen so many years ago. It had been fifteen years since he last saw her; because she and her family had escaped them when they'd gone to the Aunt's plantation to find and kill them. Afterwards he had been glad they hadn't found them as he knew he'd had had to kill them all to live up to his reputation, and he wouldn't have wanted to kill this intriguing young beauty.

Tavington found the house where Charlotte lived with the children. It had been built after Ben had died and the war was over. Lots of ex-militia had come together to build it so they had somewhere to live in. He rode his horse up towards the house, and he could hear voices. They sounded happy and joyous. He knew his appearance would definitely quell that emotion. His horse did not go unheard and soon he heard the sound of scurrying feet. The children wanted to know who was visiting, although they were no longer children. Susan, the youngest child whom he so wanted to see, was now seventeen years old and her sister and brothers were all older than her. They still lived with their Aunt though; they didn't want to move away.

Tavington tied his horse up to a tree and patted it. He walked up onto the house's porch and walked towards the door, arm raised to knock. Before he could do so though, the door opened.

Susan's jaw dropped. Despite fifteen years having passed he barely looked like he'd aged a year. She recognised him instantly.

"Tavington!" She exclaimed his name in shock, her hands gripping the door so tightly that he knuckles were turning white.

"Miss Martin." He replied, nodding his head courteously. He had found out her name was Susan, but he didn't want to use it yet. Susan Martin glared at him before shutting the door in his face. Tavington felt his anger rise. She'd rejected him immediately, no doubt remembering that fact that he killed her father several years ago. She was as stunning as he thought she would be though. She looked around sixteen or seventeen years old now. Her eyes were as he remembered; large, blue with dark eyelashes. Her nose was small and cute looking with a few light freckles. Her lips were full and soft looking. Her hair was long, blonde and curled. It framed her beautiful face and made her look angelic. Her body, he also noticed, had changed dramatically also. She had a curvy figure with a large bust, small natural waist and rounded womanly hips and buttocks. She was beautiful. She would be his. He knocked on the door and waited.

Charlotte opened the door this time, despite the children's protests; especially Susan's.

Colonel William Tavington, the man who had tried to killed Thomas, Gabriel and Ben Martin and who had tried to murder herself and the children also, was stood at the door to their home. Charlotte looked at him with fear.

"Why are you here?" she snarled.

"I have come to see Susan." He said bluntly.

"Why me?" Susan asked without fear, only anger, as she stepped forward.

"I wish to court you." He told her.

Charlotte, Susan, Margaret, Nathan, William and Samuel all gasped. Charlotte stepped in front of Susan and the grown-up children.

"Leave this place." She ordered. "Go now and don't return."

"Might I remind you Miss Selton that this entire country is under British rule, and I am one of the most powerful and most important British people in the entire continent. You can not order me off your property." He replied calmly.

"I can order you off my property and I will. Go." She threatened, as Samuel handed her a gun. She pointed it at Tavington; her hands shaking.

Tavington looked at the gun. He could tell from looking at it that she wouldn't be able to shoot him. It wasn't loaded. He doubted Samuel, the boy who'd handed it to her, knew that. He decided not to let them find this out.

"Fine. I will go. You won't stop me returning though." Tavington said before turning and walking away.

"I will." Charlotte warned as she lowered the gun and watched his back. "If you return here, I'll shoot you."

"Shoot me and your entire family, apart from Susan, dies." Tavington in turn threatened, without even looking backwards. He walked over to his horse, untied it and mounted it. Then he looked at the group of people and nodded a goodbye. "See you soon Susan."