(This fanfic is about the film The Patriot, but for this fanfic to work I have changed a few facts. Firstly, Colonel William Tavington does not die. Secondly, Ben Martin does. Thirdly, and this is the largest difference, the Americans do not win the way and so their country remains in England's clutches of control. So, if you're going to read this fanfic bear in mind these three facts. Now, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's not very good though as unfortunately the plot is mine.

Also I do not own The Patriot or the characters within it, just so y'all know.)

Chapter Thirteen

Susan woke up on the bright, crispy Thursday morning to find the sunshine streaming in through the open window. She yawned and stretched out only to find her arms hit a solid oak headboard that she definitely knew wasn't on her bed. She opened her eyes, blinked a few times, before looking up.

William's solid oak headboard. William's bed. William lying behind her.

Susan slid off the bed and onto the floor. She'd fallen asleep on his bed. They had been talking late into the night, but to sleep next to him. How could she?

William stirred as he felt something move beside him. He opened his eyes to see Susan looking at the headboard of his bed. He closed his eyes as she turned her head to see him lying next to her. He re-opened them to watch her slide off his bed onto the floor. Obviously she was shocked and embarrassed for falling asleep on his bed with him.

"Good morning." William yawned, stretching, pretending he'd just woken up.

"Morning." Susan jumped up off the floor. "Sorry, I just dropped something as I walked in your room this morning to come see how you were you see." She mumbled as she blushed.

William grinned.

"You shouldn't lie you know, it's not good." He winked at Susan who blushed an even deeper shade of red.

"I'm not lying." She replied as she sat on the edge of his bed, back to him, her hands clasped together demurely in her lap.

"Oh but you are."

"How would you know?"

"Well, firstly, you're blushing which is usually a sign of lying. Secondly, you are wearing the same clothes as last night meaning you slept in them and that isn't the sort of thing you'd do in your own bedroom meaning you must have slept her meaning you're lying about dropping something as you came in. Thirdly, I woke up the same time as you, so I know you slept by me last night and I know that you were lying when you tried to cover that fact up."

Susan turned to William.

"I'm sorry I lied." She knew she couldn't argue his claim. "And I'm sorry I slept on your bed last night."

"Don't be." William sat up and wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled her down to lie beside him. "Besides, it's my fault. You fell asleep talking to me, and I lay you on me bed. I proceeded to change into my night-clothes," He gestured at them "before joining you in bed. I should have moved you to your own bed, but I didn't. So, it's my fault you slept here last night."

"You fiend." Susan feigned outrage, and slapped him lightly on the arm, before giggling.

"Come on. It is time for breakfast." William sat up and rang a bell. Within seconds the butler entered, noticed Susan's early morning presence, but said nothing. Instead he raised an eyebrow before addressing the colonel.

"You rang?"