Tavington was on his way back to Fort Carolina when he spotted a few redcoats lying on the ground. They had been attacked and all looked dead. Looking closer he noticed one was breathing heavily. They had been stabbed and were rapidly losing blood. Turning them on their back he saw it was a woman. And she was in an officer's uniform. Noticing her hair was down to her waist he knew that the men under her command knew she was a woman.

"Where are they?" she whispered. Tavington was kind of breath taken by her appearance. Her jet black hair, currently in a mess from her fight, and those shiny sliver eyes.

"I-I don't know. But you're badly hurt so I'm gonna take you with me" he lifted her lanky figure and found her pretty light. One he got the both of them on his horse he felt her leaning against his chest. He had little time before she died. Finally reaching Fort Carolina, not caring that everyone was staring at him, he carried the mysterious woman to the infirmary.

"Who is that?" Dr. Ford asked.

"I don't know but I do know she's one of ours" Tavington was confused. He didn't know if she was loyal or rebel. He didn't know why he had saved her. Loyal or rebel, under normal circumstances he would have left them to die. Ford ripped apart her shirt and coat from her waistline up to just below her breasts then applied bandages and pressure causing her to wince in pain. Tavingtion looked into her eyes and they had a look of fiery determination as if assuring him she would live.

"What's your name?" Ford asked while trying to stop the bleeding.

"Natalie W-Watkins" she hissed in pain. Tavington gaped in shock. He had heard many rumors about her. Some about how enticing she was, others about how deadly she could be. Some even gave her a nickname, the "angel of death." He heard that she would sometimes wear a mask. Very confusing, yet interesting person. Once Dr. Ford left a very perplexed General Lord Cornwallis walked in the room.

"Oh god" he said, shocked at her state. "If something happens to her we may lose this war"

"To farmers with pitchforks?" he sarcastically asked earning himself a cold glare from the older man. "And besides you'll still have plenty of capable-"

"You never met Colonel Watkins did you?"

"Not until now, why?" he looked at Natalie's face and noticed even after she had been taken care of she still looked extremely pale. He smiled at the thought and looked at the once white bandage now bloodstained red.

"Like I said before, you're my right leg and she's my left leg to win this war" Tavington raised a brow thinking that was a weird way to say it.

"Then how come you never had us meet before if we were so important to you?" Cornwallis was now silent. Ford had both men leave and now all the men were looking at Tavington.

"Sir, will she live?" a man asked.

"Lieutenant Rochester, do I look like a doctor?" he smirked at the sudden silence. "But yes she'll be fine" he reassured then Rochester bolted in the direction of the infirmary. Sure she was injured and had requested people not to treat her differently but he was a childhood friend.

"Nat" he was relieved to see her warily open her eyes and smile slightly.

"Gerard? What are you doing here?" he could tell she put a lot of effort in speaking.

"Nat, I'm a lieutenant for Colonel Tavington" he explained.

"Oh" was the last thing she said before falling asleep again.