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Putting things right.

Chapter 3: The sun, the moon and the north star.

Benjamin felt his heart racing as he came to a stop next to a corn field, quite a way from his home. What had he just done? He couldn't remember everything was a blur all he could feel was an aching pain through his shoulders and down his arms he couldn't breathe...couldn't think. Stopping next to some corn he bent down and felt a harsh pain in his chest...what was happening he couldn't keep his eyes open and he collapsed down next to the tall strands of corn that now towered above him.

Charlotte watched as her husband disappeared into the distance, she dint feel much apart from a bump as she fell to the floor, he didn't hurt her not intentionally anyway.

"Mother!!" A not so young anymore Samuel called opening the door and running across to her. Samuel was a gentleman now, tall as his father but looked very much like his mother Elizabeth. His hair was a chestnut brown and his figure held him proud. After his father returned from the war with England he and his 'aunt' married and he loved to call her his mother; seeing as he never got the chance to really know his real mother before she passed away.

"Samuel" she spoke softly and almost embarrassingly trying to hide the red cheeks she was now gaining.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he questioned helping her to her feet. Charlotte on the other hand knew that if she told Samuel of his father's recent outburst he would go off in a mad rage to find him. Looking at Samuel as well as straitening her clothes she laughed a little and took his hand lightly

"Oh Samuel I just slipped over, I wasn't watching where I was going" she lied. Looking at her Samuel didn't seem to realise the fact she was lying and she was glad of it; she knew all Benjamin needed was time to come to terms with the death of his third child. It was hard for him she thought as Samuel helped her over to the chairs scattered along the porch, Benjamin had first lost Thomas for no reason and it still bothered him to this day. Then he lost Gabriel his first born his beloved son who was far more than just a patriot to that terrible war. Now he had lost his daughter Susan who wouldn't speak a word to him after the death of her mother. Benjamin often said to her that his sins were coming back to haunt him; she on the other hand believed he worked himself up around the bad things he had done in his life.

"Would you like a glass of water mother?" Samuel broke her out of her gaze, concerned now for her health.

"No thank you Samuel I just need a moment to breathe...would you go inside and help your brothers and sisters with the guests for me please?"

"Yes mother" he spoke and touched her shoulder lightly before returning to the house. Sitting back she looked out into the distance for a sign of Benjamin she wasn't leaving until he returned back to the house.

Gabriel felt his feet become light and his vision blurred. His head was spinning, the light that surrounded him began to fade and he almost fell over if it wasn't for the hand rail that stopped him. He still couldn't see clearly but he could just make out a figure in a dress sitting across from him. Rubbing his eyes he held tight to the rail as waited for his vision to return.

A few minuets had now passed and he felt a cold wind brush by him. Turning he now had his vision almost fully back. Looking he watched the man that brushed past him continue walking on down the deck of the porch and inside the door, nodding towards the woman that sat on the chair playing with the trims of her dress. Not realising anything he recognised her straight the way and ran up to her

"Aunt Charlotte!!" he laughed and ran towards her stopping dead in front of her when she didn't move or say a word. Remembering what he had been told he realised that she couldn't hear or see him no-one could, no-one that is apart from his father. His father...where was his father? He wondered as he studied how much she had changed. She still looked very healthy...but not so happy. Gabriel kneeled down and held his hands on the arm rests to steady himself, looking up at her she frowned to herself and looked up at him into his eyes except she was really looking out into the corn fields. Touching her cheek with his hand it glowed against her skin and he smiled slightly.

Standing up he looked around and took off his hat...his hat? He studied the clothes he was in and realised he was wearing the same uniform he had on the day he died. Smiling he looked down and noticed the patch of blood that still remained on his uniform from where that...that evil Colonel Tavington had brutally murdered him. Sighing he looked up and heard noises coming from behind the door he was now stood in front of.

Reaching out for the knob his hand passed straight through and he fell through the door, in to a room full of people who kept passing through him and making him feel very queasy. Rushing over to a corner of the room he stopped and breathed taking a second to look around the room; the room he knew all to well.

Everyone was dressed in black clothes and Gabriel figured that he had arrived for the day of Susan's funeral. Gabriel knew Susan was ok now and safe with their mother but he couldn't help but feel sad as he watched the people...people he knew but had grown so much older now, ache to see Susan again. The guest's were all talking to each other and he felt a sense of complete sadness in the air.

'If only they knew' Gabriel thought 'if only I could tell them all what happens.' Of course Gabriel knew that he couldn't, that he would be punished for ever revealing the secret he swore to protect.

Walking around the room he saw his brothers, his sister Margaret who was now a beautiful woman. Smiling he knew he was only going to be here for a while and he had to do what he came here to do. He would see them one day in the future but not now.

Walking around the house and out into the back barn where his father kept his workshop, he couldn't see his father anywhere. Gabriel sighed, he longed to see his father but he was nowhere to be found. Walking back up towards the porch he saw her again...Charlotte was still sitting there but this time she was crying in the arms of a young boy about 13 years old he thought.

Gabriel walked closer to the pair and he studied them both, he didn't recognise the young man and wondered who he was and why he was hugging Charlotte.

"David" she sobbed into him "he didn't mean to your f-father was just upset he n-needs time to calm down just let it be"

"Where is father now?" David questioned

"I'm not sure he ran that way I will wait for him to come home please go and find your sister Margaret and tell her to come see me please" she sobbed and wiped the tears away with her cloth. That's when it hit him that David was Gabriel's brother, his father and his aunt had become close at his and Anne's wedding. They must have married and had children as he expected of his father. Smiling he watched her once more and decided that he would go in search of his father against her wishes of course, but it was not like she would know.

Walking towards the corn fields Gabriel trekked the same route he had done a million times and as he did the memories came back at him. He remembered bringing Thomas hunting out here and teaching him how to use a gun, although his father taught him the basics.

After waling for what seemed an eternity Gabriel stopped and looked across the corn field not seeing any sign of his father. Sighing once again he decided he would go and wait it out with Aunt Charlotte back at home. Walking down the sides of the crop fields taking the route he and Thomas used to, the long way back as they called it; Gabriel stopped and took off his hat as he caught site of something on the ground in the distance...walking slow at first he traced an outline of a body then he put a face to it...it was his father!

Running as fast as he could Gabriel stopped on the ground next to his father his hat laying itself down beside him. Reaching out to try and touch his father he jumped back a little as his hand passed through his body.

"DAMN!" He cursed then realised his father was still breathing and the only thing he could do was talk to his father try and get him awake by using just his voice.

Hours passed on end and still no-one came in search of their father.

"What's keeping them?" he whispered as darkness began to fall upon the two. Sitting close to his father he noted that he was still breathing, which was a very good sign. Standing up he couldn't figure what he could do, all he could do was wait till the world decided it was time to find him or his father decided to wake up. Walking over towards a tree he sat down and leant against it. Holding his hat in his hand he felt his eyes get heavy and he drifted into a light sleep.

"Urgh!" Benjamin martin groaned after a dream full of nightmares and even stranger hearing his son's voice, though it had become more manly. Sitting up slightly he ached all over, he couldn't remember what had happened after the charlotte thing but he knew he still ached for Susan to be there, the pain hadn't faded it had just begun to resurface again and the anger began to build.

Gabriel stirred the same time his father did, woken up by the gentle moan in the background of his mind. Opening his eyes he looked across at his father now in the sitting position rubbing his aching shoulder. He obviously hadn't noticed him and Gabriel thought it best not to rush over just in case something bad happened. Besides he just wanted to watch his father who he hadn't seen for almost 15yrs just for a moment.

Benjamin shuddered as if he was being watched even though he knew he was alone. Rubbing his eyes he yawned a little and felt another bit of pain hit him in his shoulder as he tried to move

"What's going on here?" he asked to he thought him self. This was it this was the time Gabriel put on his hands and crossed his arms over his chest and looked at his father smiling just a little

"You've been asleep for quite a while father but I'm glad your okay I was worried" Gabriel spoke gently but firm his usual natural talk. Benjamin felt like a ton of bricks just hit him and he could have sworn he heard Gabriel's voice...but how could it be Gabriel was dead. Shaking his head he got up and brushed him self down feeling that stabbing pain once again he slowed down and took a few deep breaths. Standing up to Gabriel walked across to his father and stood behind him

"Father...it's me...its Gabriel" Gabriel attempted again thinking he couldn't hear him the first time. Slowly turning Benjamin martin came face to face with his dead son.

So shocked was Benjamin that he stepped backwards five paces, studying the outline of his son, he looked older and more masculine. Choked up Benjamin let the tears fall freely from his face as he stared at his son. Gabriel stood and for the first time since he died he watched his father cry.
Taking off his hat once again Gabriel looked down then back up at his father walking closer towards him, but Benjamin kept backing off.

"G-Gabriel?!" Benjamin managed to choke out before backing in to a tree.

"Father its me...its really me look..." he said gently reaching out his hand and showing the palm to his father. Benjamin slowly took his hand from his side and reached out to touch Gabriel's. As he did he saw his hand glow slightly and pass through Gabriel's. Benjamin cocked his head slightly and walked closer to Gabriel closing the gap between them when he was so close that they could be at arms length anymore, Benjamin looked at his son in his eyes

"Gabriel..." he cried and fell to his knees.