(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. This is the last, finishing chapter and I hope I've tied up all the loose ends. I might do a sequel, but only if lots and lots of people request it, so don't request otherwise I'll feel compelled to write more.)

Chapter Fifteen

Susan broke free of his grasp which caused a choked sound to come from William who thought she'd refused him, but he was surprised when he felt her hands on either side of his face. She tenderly made him look up into her eyes as she wiped his tears away, drying his cheeks. Williams's eyes met her own, both were full of tears. William smiled weakly, and Susan returned it. He reached up and cupped her face with his strong hands and wiped away her tears in the same manner she had done for him.

"I know you're sorry, and I've already forgiven you." Susan kissed his left cheek softly. "I wish things had been different and that my family were here but there is not point wishing it were so, so I won't regret, but instead I'll grow." She kissed his right cheek. "All I can say to you now is that I'm glad you love me." She kissed his lips very softly before drawing back, holding his face steady in her hands "and I love you too."

She leaned forward and kissed him passionately, moving her hands around to the back of his head and neck, holding him there as she explored his mouth with her tongue, and he explored hers with his. They held each other as if they would disappear if they let go. They kissed each other lovingly for several minutes until they broke apart to breathe properly. William hugged Susan tight to him and cried into her hair, so thankful for the blessing he'd received. Susan stroked his head, soothing him, as she allowed him to cry. He needed it. He needed to cry away his stored up anguish, regret, pain, sorrow, anger and every other negative emotion. She felt these feelings roll off of him as he cried. Once he finished, she looked at him and saw a light in his eyes. She kissed him and he kissed back. She knew now that he'd changed. He's fully become the good man he'd always been capable of being. Colonel William Tavington had changed. He was a good, kind, caring, loving man. And he was in love. And she loved him. And they would get married, as long as she agreed.

William stood up off the stone bench and got down on one knee in front of Susan. He took out a ring and held it up.

"I've carried this with me for a very long time, waiting for the moment to propose, and I think this is it. Please Susan. We love each other. I love you. Will you marry me?" he waited patiently for her answer, his eyes staring into hers.

"Yes." She whispered. Williams smiled beamed as he slipped the ring onto his fiancée's finger and kissed her again releasing torrents of pent-up passion upon her. They truly were in love.

Together the couple wandered back to the house to announce their engagement and to begin planning their wedding before starting their lives together as a married couple in love. From an act of revenge sprouted a love which grew.