Chapter Twelve


Disclaimer: I do not own T.P.


A/N: A slightly sexual scene here, read if you dare. Yes, it still is PG-13.


Tavington whipped off his helmet as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple; he was hot, exhausted, and hungry, not to mention sleep-deprived. Sure, there had been days worse then this, but he would've liked to sleep at any given chance he had, and that was not happening. This transformed him from a cold colonel into a cold and grumpy colonel. After snapping at two of his men, he felt he might crash, and retreated to the lunch room.

As he walked, despite his low energy, he thought. Mostly, about the previous raid he had done, and Cornwallis' words. He thought of Lady Cardian, and Patricia. Ugh. Patricia. She had been on his mind a lot, flashing back to the fateful day when he found her standing there, shouting, "My name's Patricia, and I'm going to kill you!"

He should've shot her twice.

He peeled off a piece of salted venison from a platter being passed, and chewed it. Aww, it was horrible. But it was the only thing he had, despite the fact Cornwallis' dogs were fed better.

'That Kellings girl,' he thought, "Why did she follow him so?'

He stopped chewing.

'No...,' his mind told him, 'You can't possibly be questioning your hatred for that hoe.'

He shook the thought out of his head, finished his venison, and went inside the main house building.

He walked up a floor, went halfway down the hallway, and stopped at his door. He fumbled with his keys. With his hand on the doorknob, the door swung open.

He stopped. He was sure he had locked it...

Walking in, he was startled to see Patricia, dusting off his desk.

"What in god's name are you doing?" he asked, surprised.

Patricia looked up, stopped dusting, and smiled. She curtsied in her frayed dress. "Good afternoon, Colonel. I was cleaning your room for you."

Tavington eyed her with suspicion for the sudden politeness.

He sat down in an armchair, and picked up a book, but kept his eyes on her.

After a while, she stopped cleaning. Tavington looked up at her and stared, not saying anything.

"Colonel Tavington, I've something to tell you," she said nervously. Tavington smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Really, now?" he asked, skeptically, "I've something to tell you, too."

She looked up.

He nodded in her direction. "You first."

She took a deep breath, and said, "Colonel Tavington... Lately, I've been finding myself falling for you."

There was a deathly silence in the room.

He stood up and walked over to her, smiling.

"And I'll tell you something..." he said.

He bent over, and whispered into her ear, "Slut."

"Wha-?" she asked, but before she could finish, Tavington had locked lips with her.

Shocked, she tried to push away, but he had her shoulders and wasn't letting go. He was surprisingly strong, but then again, that was to be expected. She could smell the fragrance of a sweet cologne surrounding her.

Finally, he let go. She stumbled a little. His hair was a bit tousled. He handed her two pounds and said, "Remember your place."

Patricia left in a flurry.


A/N: Was that not awesome!