A/N: Thankyou Rosemary; I've always wanted to tackle the subject of menstruation in time-travel fics.. :)
EngageFiction; I'm so glad you liked the song. I've been a huge Stephen Lynch fan for years, his songs are absolutely hilarious. I'm thrilled you enjoyed the chapter!

Chapter Fifteen: What In The Hell…

Dear Lady Theresa;

As promised, I assure you I have sustained no bodily harm, however I cannot say the same for the rebel militia. I find you in my thoughts often. I am positive that you have found ways to occupy your time. I will be seeing you soon; as you read this I am sure I will already be on my way to return.

Regards;
William

As her eyes skimmed the letter she smiled. He thought of her. Often. Look at that! Her heart thudded. William; not Colonel Tavington, or William Tavington just William. She must've read the letter fifty times this week. Her eyes scanned his penmanship; it was beautiful. He had such elegant cursive writing; it was far nicer than even her head snapped up as she heard the distant sound of hoof beats. Throwing the covers off of her body she scrambled from the bed; tripping over her own feet as she clamored to the window. Her heart stopped. Dragoons. Swallowing hard she looked at the front, leading, William. Stumbling; trying to collect herself. She ran to the door throwing it open; she screamed down the hall.

"Molly, I need you!" desperately.

Looking herself over in the mirror, she tucked a few loose strands of dark hair behind her ear. She had her hair pulled back into an elegant looking bun; and she slipped into a pale emerald colored gown; the corset tied as tight as possible. She really wanted her breasts to say Hello! Not more of a passing nod. She was aiming for them to say to any man; but mainly one: put me in your mouth; I taste good. Chuckling at the thought; she adjusted herself one last time. Making for the door she took a deep breath collecting herself. She ran down the corridors; screeching to a halt every time she saw another person; opting for a more calm pace. Throwing open the main doors she bustled out front and smirked at bit.
The Dragoons were dismounting; taking inventory and chatting a bit amongst the other soldiers. She all but jumped when she felt a hand graze her lower back, but was slightly disappointed when the handsome face of Harold smiled down at her.

"Your Colonels back." He smiled.

"He's not MY Colonel." But she couldn't seem to wipe the grin off her face. Harold tossed his head back and laughed the hot mid-day sun making his beautiful features glow.

"Don't go to him; let him come to you." Harold whispered low against her ear.

"Why would I do that?" Theresa tossed her head to the side looking genuinely perplexed. Earning a deep throaty chuckle, Harold quirked an eyebrow.

"You do not know much about men do you?" Theresa shrugged. She guessed not. Well, she was pretty positive that men were confusing and complex creatures.

"Trust me." Her eyes followed the tall imposing form of William as he seemed to tend to his horse before handing the reins over to a stable hand; he turned to converse about something with O'Hara. He was ruggedly handsome; she couldn't help but feel butterflies in the pit of her stomach as he turned, a bit of blood smeared on the side of his chiseled cheekbone. She bit the inside of her cheek as she turned her attention across the way a bit.

Sophia Willaby was standing next to Charlotte looking rather chummy. Sophia was the type of woman that Theresa instantly disliked. Confident; cocky even. Beautiful and she knew it; flaunted it. Her dark ebony colored hair hung loose and flowing; in waves and her perfect porcelain skin seemed to glitter in the sun. She shockingly was much older than Theresa, Harold had said days ago. Twenty eight; and un-married; almost unheard of in this time. Harold had just snorted at the time, not giving any more detail.

Sophia casually tossed her mid-back length hair over her shoulder; almond shaped eyes settling somewhere Theresa could not read; and then she strode confidently over to the Dragoons. Chest out, looking quite enticing. Theresa felt herself start to tremble; she was talking to William. Quite boldly at that. He must've of said something funny because the tall curvy woman tossed her head back; laughing. Harold shook his head.

"Do not fret; she'll toss her skirts up at anything with a member." He muttered. Theresa could've sworn she detected a bit of bitterness in his voice. Her blue gaze travelled back to the two; chatting. William smiled at whatever she had said, and Theresa clenched her fists. Narrowing her eyes. She bit at her bottom lip.
"Are you going to the ball tomorrow evening?" Harold tore her gaze away just as Sophia reached out and glided her finger tips along Williams arm.

"What? Yeah." She muttered.

" Good." He nodded swiftly. "Will you join Charlotte and myself for a ride later that afternoon?" William was leading Sophia somewhere away; inside they past her a few feet away. He didn't even seem to notice her.

"Might as well." She hissed bitterly, throwing her hands up.

This was miserable. She was miserable. It was stiflingly hot; and Charlotte insisted that Theresa had to wear a 'riding dress' which wasn't all that much better that a stupid gown. Sitting side-saddle she groaned. Can you imagine her sheer joy when Sophia decided to join them, toting William on her arm. His eyes had met hers and he smirked.
"Lady Theresa; how do you do?" so formally, for someone who a few weeks ago had his tongue down her throat.

Shaking the thought away; her eyes narrowed at the woman who rode a few yards ahead with Tavington on one side and Harold on the other. That's right, Tavington. Her blood was so hot and pumping through her veins so hard she couldn't even fathom calling him William.

"I think the lady doth protest too much." She heard Williams's deep voice say with a chuckle. What were they talking about? Hell, she was in hell. With the back of her silk gloved hand she wiped the perspiration from her forehead, muttering a motherfucker.

"Darling, I'm sorry you don't seem to be enjoying yourself much." Charlotte sweet musical voice chirped next to her.

"No." she muttered. With a shake of the head she tried to let it go. Fix her attitude. It wasn't Charlotte's fault that Harold's sister was chumming the waters; and totally poaching on her territory. "I've never really been an outdoorsy type of girl." She slapped a grin on that face of hers. Charlotte smirked.

"I would've never invited her-"

"It's fine." Theresa said a bit snappily.

"Come on." Charlotte commanded, with a shake of the reins she caught up to the group of three. Harold's eyes narrowed looking a bit ill. Charlotte smiled reaching over she patted him a bit on his hand. "Sophia, I do hope our dear Colonel is behaving himself." She said with a hint of distaste.

"Oh yes," her voice was husky. "I've hardly had to use the whip." William raised an eyebrow, and Theresa visibly rolled her eyes with a snort.

"I've always preferred the cat o' ninetails." William deep voice said a hint of amusement.

"Of course you do..." Theresa mumbled irately under her breath.
She store down at her hands a blush creeping up her cheeks as she muttered to herself, sweat dripping down her brow…where was the motherfucking air conditioning? This was the fifth circle of hell, she was sure of it. Reserved for betrayers and mutineers…. Oh how fitting. She couldn't help but think. She was so wrapped up in her own musing she didn't notice that her horse had wandered a bit and was leading her away from the group.

"Darling where are you going?" Harold was the only one who seemed to notice. Her head snapping up she watched slowly; as the horse trotted over to a large rock. No boulder that was a boulder.

"I dunno!" she shouted helplessly. Getting the others attention. William finally seemed to be paying her mind again.

"Pull on the right rein!" he shouted. She was mortified. Giving it a hard tug she willed the damn creature to move.

"Move; you stupid fucking jerk." She muttered in the horse's ear.

"Damn it; Theresa pull it!" William growled, trotting his horse over to her. But he stopped abruptly as a horrified look crossed his face.

"What?" She hissed. Then she felt it, a hot spray of water, no not water splashed her, on her gown; her face; everywhere. She screamed a shrill bloodcurdling scream letting go of the reins she tried to shield herself with her arms. She could hear Sophia cackling like a fucking madwoman, and Charlotte even tried to stifle a laugh. Her stupid fucking horse was pissing on a rock...and it was back splashing on her. She did the only thing left to do; she cried, big fat tears. Sobbing as the others laughed. Harold steered his horse to stand next to her.

"Come on, love." He whispered soothingly. "I'll take you back."

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