Disclaimer: I make no profit from this. Tavington an O'Hara don't belong to me. I just play with them...well... one of them at least...
Even the Best Thought Revenge Goes Askew
"Where is he?" Catriona grumbled from behind her barrel, eyes scanning the front yard that was full of soldiers and a few women. Cat was crouched behind a gunpowder barrel, fighting ruffles and petticoats. Why? The answer to that question is why she was hiding behind the barrel in the first place. Oh, and there comes that answer now.
Cat grinned evilly, rubbing her hands together. "That's right, mister. Keep walkin'."
Cat watched Brig. General O' Hara making his merry way towards the stable. His hair was covered in powder and combed perfectly while his uniform was brushed and stain free as ever. He was looking about him in his imperial way, nose high in the air, dignity in his stature and gait.
Cat inched forward as he neared the stable entrance. She was brimming with malicious excitement, her small body straining forward around the barrel. O'Hara seemed to pause at the stable entrance, looking down at the ground and then around the stable.
"No, you louse. Keep goin'." Cat whispered fiercely, glaring at O'Hara's back. O'Hara seemed to be thinking. He turned slowly, eyes searching around the area of activity for something. Cat cursed and inched back.
O'Hara's eyes snapped to the barrel, eyes narrowed in anger. He took a step forward, fists at his sides, aiming for the barrel, when O'Hara stopped and searched around with eyes and ears for something.
"Oh crap! What's he doing?" Cat bite her lip, looking around her, trying to find what O'Hara was looking for. Something to finally kill her with?
O'Hara suddenly smiled maliciously. He turned to the barrel and widened that smile into a horrifying grin before he turned away and disappeared into that crowd of soldiers.
"Oh crap! Oh crap!" became Cat's mantra as her head and eyes whipped around wildly, trying to find the general.
A few minutes past before she spotted him and he wasn't alone. Cat paled, realizing what O'Hara planned. She watched with growing horror as O'Hara led William Tavington into her trap.
"I'm going to die." She whimpered, unable to stop the inevitable.
O'Hara led Colonel Tavington towards the stable, talking to the man he hated almost pleasantly. Tavington was looking suspicious, but he couldn't refuse his superior. Cat watched with wide terror filled eyes as O'Hara let Tavington to precede him into the stable. Cat whimpered pitifully as a shout full of shock and rage silenced the yard.
All turned to the stable to see Colonel William Tavington, the afeared Butcher of the Carolinas, standing in the stable's entrance covered in...honey, feathers, and...manure. Tavington stood, fists clenched tightly, glaring around, murder clear in his icy eyes.
"Who did this?" Tavington bellowed, face hard as granite. Cat cowered a bit, swallowing thickly watching him, half fascinated, half terrified.
"I believe the culprit is behind that barrel, Colonel." O'Hara pointed, voice full of false sympathy. His eyes fairly glittered with laughter and male pride at outsmarting a female.
Cat eyes widened, like a deer caught in the headlights, as she stood, arms stretched out in front her, hands out palms facing Tavington as if to ward him off. She shook her head back and forth, eyes never leaving the lean form of her lover and soon to be murderer. Tavington began moving, striding fast towards her retreating form.
"Now, William, I ...I..I did..." Cat squeaked as she turned and ran, skirts hiked up, ruffles flying. Immediately, William ran after her, leaving a yard filled of stunned people.
In the silence, whistling started. It was a merry tune as General O'Hara walked towards the mansion with a spring in his step, his face and smile smug. People looked at each other and shrugged. Soon many began chuckling while others ended up on the ground helpless with laughter, tears falling as they laughed uproariously. The Butcher's lover had bested him. Something never done and something severely punishable. Some women were envious, others pitied the woman for what was to become of her.
Tavington was next seen striding across the yard to the medical tents, relaxed, smug, and sweet smelling, thanks to the bath his lover had provided.
And Cat...well... she wasn't seen for a few days. Even after a visit from Doctor Collins.