Here Without You
Disclaimer: I do not own The Patriot or Here Without You. They belong to very intelligent other people. No infringement of copyright was intended and I'm making no money from this. I apoloif this sounds like anyone else's stories. I don't read a lot of Patriot fics.
Colonel William Tavington entered the room of his beloved wife, Cecilia, grief etched on his face. He had been ill prepared for her untimely death. His own body had barely recovered from his own injuries at Cowpens when he had ridden here to grieve. He had known that she had been ill for quite a while but hadn't expected her to die so soon.
He turned toward the large window, swallowing back tears and started to sing:
A hundred days had made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I'm dreaming of your face
He had been dreaming of her face for weeks now. The miles separating them could not be calculated. He would never be able to look at anything the same. He started to cry as he continued.
I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
Why did he have to leave her alone? Why couldn't he have stayed Sobbing in earnest now, he continued singing.
The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated but I hope that it gets better as we
go
I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
Oh God how he missed her!
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
it get hard but it won't take away my love
He had been informed of her coming death as soon as the army surgeon had deemed him well enough. The second he could, he was off for his home and her bedside. He had arrived there only an hour before her death.
For the first half hour she had slept fitfully. Then she woke to see him sitting beside her. She smiled and for a moment she looked fine, just the way she always had. She softly told him that she loved him. He had said the same. She smiled again and fell asleep. She died a few moments later.
I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
He knew he was not to blame for her death but it didn't stop him from blaming himself. If he had only got there sooner. It pained him that there had been so little he could do.
I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
but tonight girl it's only you and me
Turning as he finished the song, he left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Benjamin Martin looked up as Tavington left. Tavington's hated enemy had been spying on him and had heard the lament. A look of pity crossed his face. He too left the area.
A minute later, the room was under no ones inspection but the moon's. The wind sighed the final chords to Here Without You.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Patriot or Here Without You. They belong to very intelligent other people. No infringement of copyright was intended and I'm making no money from this. I apoloif this sounds like anyone else's stories. I don't read a lot of Patriot fics.
Colonel William Tavington entered the room of his beloved wife, Cecilia, grief etched on his face. He had been ill prepared for her untimely death. His own body had barely recovered from his own injuries at Cowpens when he had ridden here to grieve. He had known that she had been ill for quite a while but hadn't expected her to die so soon.
He turned toward the large window, swallowing back tears and started to sing:
A hundred days had made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I'm dreaming of your face
He had been dreaming of her face for weeks now. The miles separating them could not be calculated. He would never be able to look at anything the same. He started to cry as he continued.
I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
Why did he have to leave her alone? Why couldn't he have stayed Sobbing in earnest now, he continued singing.
The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated but I hope that it gets better as we
go
I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
Oh God how he missed her!
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
it get hard but it won't take away my love
He had been informed of her coming death as soon as the army surgeon had deemed him well enough. The second he could, he was off for his home and her bedside. He had arrived there only an hour before her death.
For the first half hour she had slept fitfully. Then she woke to see him sitting beside her. She smiled and for a moment she looked fine, just the way she always had. She softly told him that she loved him. He had said the same. She smiled again and fell asleep. She died a few moments later.
I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
He knew he was not to blame for her death but it didn't stop him from blaming himself. If he had only got there sooner. It pained him that there had been so little he could do.
I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
but tonight girl it's only you and me
Turning as he finished the song, he left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Benjamin Martin looked up as Tavington left. Tavington's hated enemy had been spying on him and had heard the lament. A look of pity crossed his face. He too left the area.
A minute later, the room was under no ones inspection but the moon's. The wind sighed the final chords to Here Without You.