"William! Don't go! Please, William, if you have any love for me at all do not ride into battle today!" Cassandra fell to her knees weeping in front of the man who had become such an absolutely vital part of her life.

"Don't be silly, love" William said looking down at his wife with a mixture of astonishment and confusion. "I must ride today. I must lead the charge. It is my duty to my country"

Cassandra wept harder, as the man she loved turned from her and began dressing for battle. She rested her head on the floorboards and cried until she was sure her tears would drown her.

"William" she said into the floorboards, "If you ride into battle today, you will die"

There was a clatter as Tavington dropped the sword he had been about to sheath. "Don't be stupid" he snapped. "I've yet to lose a battle!"

Cassandra recoiled as though he had physically slapped her. "You'll lose this one" she said raising her head and meeting his eyes for the first time. "I know what happens William. I know you don't believe me, I know you think I'm crazy, but I can tell you exactly how it happens. I was right about you getting injured wasn't I?" she stared at him, her eyes beseeching.

Tavington crossed the room, the spurs on his boots clicking as he made his way to her. Gently, he gathered her up in his arms, rocking them both from side to side before he pulled away to look at her.

"Even if I believe that you're from…. The future" he said in clipped tones. "I believe that your history will be changed today. There is one vital difference now; I have a reason to come home alive" Tavington pressed his lips to her forehead. "I have you, to come back to"

Cassandra said nothing, but simply clung to him, wishing there was some way to make him see, some way to make him understand. There were some things about history that you could not change. He was going to go, and he was going to die.

"Ride with me to the main house?" he asked her quietly. "You know how I hate the thought of you here alone when I am unable to protect you"

Cassandra nodded, and allowed herself to be led away from the house and helped up onto his horse. She didn't look back at the house. She knew she would never return here. How could she when he would not be there with her?

The trip to the main house seemed to take no time at all, time, that treacherous fiend, was against them as always.

"William?" she said as he helped her off of his horse. "Would you do one thing for me?"

"Anything love" he said, his blue eyes warming, the way they only did when he was with her.

"Take this with you. Carry it with you always" she whispered pressing the leather bound journal to him.

Tavington looked at her, a slightly amused expression on his face. "If it will make you feel better love" he said tucking it into his jacket. "I'll keep you here, by my heart" he said.

Cassandra forced herself to smile as he took her into his arms for the last time. She willed the tears to stay at bay, even though her heart was breaking. She searched his face, as if memorizing every line, knowing she would never see it again. When he lowered his head to hers, she clung to him, wrapping her body around him in a way that was highly inappropriate given the crowd of battle ready soldiers gathered around them.

"I love you" Tavington whispered into her hair.

"As I love you" she replied before looking into his eyes again. "Until time stops" she said, laying her hand on his cheek.

Cassandra stood, her back straight, as she watched the man she loved lead his men off to battle. Something was resolving itself inside of her. A plan she didn't know she had until he was gone. Cassandra turned and raced into the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom of a young soldier that she knew was currently having his wounds treated. She threw open the door to the armoire, and grabbed a uniform from its hanger. Cassandra changed into the young soldier's uniform, surprised at how well it fit her. Tucking her hair up under the hat he had left on the bedside table, Cassandra darted back down the stairs and out to the barn, surprised to see a horse, already saddled, tethered to the post outside the barn. Quickly, she untied the horse, and flung herself up and onto its back. Grabbing the reigns, she urged the horse forward taking the same path her husband had.

Maybe there was a way to save him. Maybe… if she could only get there fast enough. Maybe she could change history.

Cassandra dug her heels into the horse's flanks urging it faster. Never had she taken a ride that was this important. She could hear the sounds of the battle ahead of her, and her heart clenched. Could she be too late already?

There! Up ahead, about a dozen feet, the Dragoons sat awaiting their order to charge. An order she knew he would give too soon. Cassandra cut the reigns, urging the horse to change directions, heading to the right, hoping to get enough distance to circle back and head him off without him seeing her first. Cassandra was half way towards her destination point when she heard his voice above the commotion "CHARGE!"

Cassandra leaned over her horse as it broke the tree line and entered into the fray. If she could just make it without getting herself injured, or killed, in the process. If she could just reach him, force him back. Up ahead to her left she saw Benjamin Martin, and she was filled with a rage unlike anything she had experienced before. There was the man who would take her husband from her. She risked a glance to the right, and saw William, engaging the enemy, his sword flying through the air as he slashed it left and right. Cassandra yanked the reigns a bit too hard, and with a whinny, her horse reared back on its hind legs. She gripped the reins, digging her knees into the saddle so not to be thrown, her hat falling to the ground, and she saw the moment when Benjamin Martin and Colonel Tavington saw each other.

Cassandra's heart leaped into her throat as the two men charged each other. Urging her horse forward, she called out with all of her might "WILLIAM!"

She saw Tavington's head whip towards her, saw the shock cross his face.

Cassandra urged her horse to ride towards him; maybe if she could get to him before Martin, she could still convince him to abandon this fight. Suddenly, her horse's feet caught a fallen stump as it attempted to jump it, causing her horse to fall, and launching Cassandra into the air. She hit the ground with a bone crushing force, her vision swimming, she saw a glimpse of William riding towards Benjamin Martin, she saw Martin raise the American flag in his hands, and she knew she had been too late. Against her best efforts, time was going to win again.

And then her world went dark.