"So how long am I stuck here?" Natalie was obviously bored with being confined to a bed.

"Maybe a week" was her answer.

"Damn it, I can walk" she wanted to prove her point by standing but was quickly defeated by pain. Dr. Ford's biggest problem was having to keep out the scores of people wanting to meet the esteemed 'Angel of death'

"Don't you all have places to be?" a voice shouted and everyone parted like the red sea.

"Colonel, isn't this the third time you've been in here?" General O'Hara sneered but Tavington took no note of it.

"She's healing rather quickly and made an effort to stand" Ford told them.

"I didn't ask to be updated on her progress" Tavington glared at O'Hara suspiciously before leaving the infirmary. Natalie remained awake and noticed the play between the two.

"I highly doubt 'the Butcher' would care about patients in the infirmary. And a piece of advice to you. With all due respect sir, you should avoid the powdered wig" she smirked as she saw O'Hara lift his hands and place them on his head in defense of the wig. "That's not gonna help your cause" Natalie turned on her side and fell asleep.

Tavington thought what he could have possibly done to annoy his lordship this time but was grinning ear to ear when he saw O'Hara standing next to himself. "I want your heads here. Both of you. Once she recovers she is…" Cornwallis trailed off at the look Tavington was giving him. "Do you want me to transfer her?"

"Her whole legion was attacked by rebels. Since she had the tedious task of training all new recruits they died and the survivors fled and resigned. Its not like she would be leaving anyone without a commanding officer" O'Hara gave Tavington a cold stare at realization of those true words.

"I suppose" Cornwallis said with dispassion.

'Damn' O'Hara muttered to himself, not believing that Cornwallis actually allowed Tavington's request.

"Thank you, sir" he said then turned to O'Hara. "Good day"

Four days later Nat was back on her feet and had been called into Cornwallis' office. "You wished to see me, sir?"

"Yes. You will be commanding the green Dragoons with Colonel Tavington"

"Fun fun fun" she said with dispassion, not bothering to hide it. "Where is the bundle of joy anyway?" O'Hara was about to say something but was silenced by Nat's silver eyes boring through him.

"Ah, there you are" she turned around and saw Tavington standing in the doorway.

"Really?" Cornwallis nodded, almost sympathetically. "Hate you all" Natalie muttered under her breath before following Tavington.

"Who do you hate?"

"Lots and lots of people, honey" she strode past Tavington, noticing the way he watched her. "So, I heard somebody's having trouble finding a ghost?"

"Not at all" he lied.

"I see. Since you aren't having any trouble do you mind showing me where-"

"Okay! Fine, I haven't found him"

"I knew it"

"Colonel, my men have found one of our wagons ransacked" Bordon informed

"Did they leave anything?"

"No, its all gone. All of it. Even the dogs"

"Damn it. We could've used them to pick up a foreign scent" regaining her composure she thought about something. "Do you know what that wagon was carrying?"

"Uniforms, letters, some food, and basically our most recent plans"

"Lovely" Tavington said emotionlessly but then thought one thing. Letters including Cornwallis' were in that wagon and now the colonial militia know all about him.

"Captain Bordon" a woman named Ruth called. Tavington and Nat strained to listen to Ruth's quiet words but didn't want to appear rude or nosy. Then they saw Bordon run off.

"Ruth, what happened?" Tavington broke the awkward silence.

"I guess someone…well…someone f-forced himself onto Mrs. Bordon" she stuttered.