Harlyteen- Why thank you! Now That I'm back I will

SassyBrunette- TYPE DAMMIT! NEW CHAPPY NOW! snaps fingas


Ok guys I'm naming the battle at the end of the movie, Cowpens and its taking place in October, because it helps my story.


I awoke to murmurs sometime in the evening, at least I believe it was evening because the sun was not invading my eyes as it had normally every morning when I awoke. I was in my own bed, the smell of laundry detergent, my perfume and peppermint tea was the give away if I hadn't noticed being wrapped in my lush comforter. There was the shrillness of Maddie's voice that reached my ears, echoing in the hall, then the cool, smoothness of my mother's voice that held her thick Welsh accent, sometime after a male's voice reached my ears, it was familiar in crispness and in it's British quality. That afternoon came rushing back to mean and I groaned. Footsteps rushed into my room, apparently someone hadn't taken their riding boots off, the heels were clicking loudly.

I opened my eyes to see my mother, Maddie and the strange man I knew to be called William standing over me. They all looked concerned.

"Ellie…" William said softly, his light azure gaze, fixed on mine, a soft smile pursed on his lips, he was happy to see I was awake.

"How are you feeling Ellie?" My mother asked, her warm hand resting on my forehead. I closed my eyes for a moment, opening them.

"My head is pounding a bit still…What happened."

"You fainted, probably from the heat, but I told you to stay home this morning…" Maddie scolded me. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not even going to get into that fight with you Mads…I had to go, end of story." Maddie scowled at me. "I'm fine now so go home and get some work done." Maddie pouted. "Please…Or should I come with you?" Maddie rolled her eyes.

"You're evil." William suddenly looked very angry.

"She most definitely is not! How dare you speak to Lady Tav-"

"William!" I barked, he was instantly quiet. "She was kidding! You know, joking!" He arched a brow and my mother looked down to me, her eyes asking numerous things, I shot her a glance saying I would spill later. William was looking me over again, Maddie noticed certainly noticed.

"Eyes off buddy! Stop eye raping her. God!" William looked offended and spoke through a clenched jaw.

"Miss Evans! Never speak to me in such a manner again! My Name is Colonel Tavington! Not 'Buddy'! And I am not raping her with my eyes as you say, I merely making sure she is alright, she is my wife after all!"

"Stop saying that!" Maddie yelled.

"Maddie, out!" I barked. Maddie shot an icy glare at me before turning and stalking out. I sighed heavily. "Ma…" My mother nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her. I looked to William, he was still in full uniform, minus the fuzzy hat at least. I closed my eyes, fingers pinching the bridge of my nose, my head hurt. "Come here and Sit down." I said softly, I felt the bed sink down before me and I opened my eyes, he looked positively stone faced, something suggested to me that this was the look he took when he was yelled at.

"Let's see…Where do I start?" he braced himself to be yelled at. So it must have been a surprise when I asked him a question. "Where are you from?"

"Beg your pardon? Ellie you know-"

"Just pretend I don't know when I ask you these things William….Please." I begged, he nodded, I could see the hurt in his eyes.

"Liverpool, England is my place of birth, though I have not been there since I left a good many years ago."

"When were you born?"

"The Twenty-first of August, 1754." I raised a brow.

"And you said you were…"

"Colonel William Banastre Tavington, commander of the British Green Dragoons." He sighed, taking a breath, this was both tedious, and annoying to him I could tell.

"And your real job?" He arched a brow at me.

"That is my real job." He said coldly. I stared at him, no way. "You don't believe me…" I nodded.

"Of course not! You would believe someone who just walked right up to you, who you've never met, but somehow knows your name and claims to be married to you! No! And then there's this business about you being one of the most feared commanders in the entire Revolution!" A smug smile slid across William's features.

"Really? Most feared? Is that so?" I gaped at him for a moment.

"He was called 'The Butcher' for Christ sakes!" William nodded to me.

"Yes…by the colonists. I suppose they would call you that for slaughtering those who oppose the crown." I looked at him in disbelief.

"You're not him! Stop that!"

"And why not!"

"Because he died at the battle of Cowpens!" William froze and stared at me. He thought it over a minuet, his brows drawn together in thought.

"What?"

"He died in battle that day William, he was killed by the leader of the Carolina Militia." William's eyes narrowed and filled with hate.

"Benjamin Martin…that filth." He spat in disgust. I raised a brow, that was one of those details that was hard to find. "So he kept his promise then…"

"Promise?"

"He said he'd kill me before the War was over…because I killed both of his sons." I blinked, that definitely wasn't in the history books.

"How did you get here?" I asked. "To this time?" William's anger diminished and he looked up to me, shaking his head.

"I was in battle."

"Where?"

"Cowpens Field. The last I remember I was thrown from my horse, I had just seen Martin. I woke in the same field, but it was empty. There weren't even corpses, grass had grown over where the six pounders had tore up the ground, It was like the battle never happened." I studied the man before me who spoke with sincerity, so much so that I almost believed him.

"Or two and a half centuries have passed." I spoke the words both of us were thinking, well William didn't know how much time had passed. It seemed to sink in to him that he was not indeed dreaming. He looked saddened.

"That long?" He asked. I nodded. "And the year?"

"2006." He sighed, looking in his lap.

"My god…" He was eerily calm, I let him just let it sink in. After all this would shock me too. Without thinking I reached up and set my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm Sorry William." He looked to it and shook his head. Picking up my hand, studying the chipped aqua nail polish on my chewed fingers that glittered like jewels. His thumb brushed across my calluses, kneading them with the flesh of his finger. He then brought my hand to his face, setting it on his jaw, I could feel the hint of stubble there along the smooth jaw line. I leaned closer, the scent of horses, cologne and gunpowder invaded my nose. Smells that normally people wouldn't like but… I loved this combination, I don't know why.

"No…" Came his soft reply. "I'm sorry. I thought myself to be stuck here, and then I realized I am with you…" I tilted my head. I opened my mouth to protest. He silenced me. "Even if you do not remember me… I still have you that's all that matters…" Somehow I got the impression that this was a rare display of affection that no one had seen from him, save from his Ellie. It unnerved me some. Here I was, just sitting there, while he claimed himself to be a British Dragoon Colonel from the Revolutionary War, and that I was his wife, worse was I was having the sneaking suspicion that wasn't lying. I was quiet in my horror as I stared at the bed, I didn't notice him moving about, looking around my room in wonder.

"Different things, foreign to me, your personal effects, but this room hasn't changed, save for the coat of paint." He said softly. His fingers where sliding across the spines of history books that sat, over-loved on my white wooden shelf, that was caving in with the weight. He stopped, his finger resting on one particular volume, one that I almost knew by heart now, It's green spine gave way to a crimson cover, worn and bent. Embossed on the front cover in gold was "The British Green Dragoons." On the cover was a picture that mirrored William's face. It was a portrait of the late Colonel William Banastre Tavington. He looked exactly like the painting even with the dated style of the art back then. He found my eyes on him and held the book up.

"You can borrow that if you like…Since I dunno how long you'll be here…or what I'm going to do with you." I said softly, he nodded, staring down again. "Come…I gotta find you a room, you need sleep." I got out of bed, William was at my side in an instant, trying to help me before I swatted him away. He grumbled something of me being stubborn or some likeness to it before I left the room.

"So…where are from…in your 'now'?" I asked. He tilted his head.

"Where Do I currently reside." I nodded, staring at the gleaming buckle across his chest. "Here, Lady Heaton called it Heaton Manor, up until our Marriage it was called such, Until you- I mean my Ellie changed it to the Tavington manor." I nodded.

"So you know this whole house."

"Roughly, yes…there are a few changes you have made to it, such as your room and the…kitchen was it called?" I nodded, I found the room I wanted, it was a guest room. Not one for an Inn guest but one of our friends, the whole top floor was for us only. I opened the door, It resembled a study with large dark oak bookcases, filled to the brim, a heavy table and chair in one corner, a bed in the center of one of the walls.

"Here…."

"My study…." He said in quiet awe, he looked to me, I could see the appreciation in his eyes. I smiled a bit. "No prob…Night William…" I said, before I left, he grabbed my hand and turned me around and pressed his lips to mine. And there it was the same dizzying, protective kiss. I was left a bit mesmerized. I blinked and turned, walking out, left to ponder as I stalked all the way back to my room, collapsing onto my bed, my head turned to my nightstand where a photo of my late father, sat.

"Papa…Help me, I've gotten myself in another mess again."


Rin: Yep another Chappie done with.

Tav: Again with The Fuzzy hat remark!

Ellie: Well Love…the hat is fuzzy…

Tav: But still!

Rin: Anyway….Obligatory R/R remark!