William Tavington was dreaming. He had been dreaming for hours about meaningless things, but not anymore. Now he was dreaming about Bordon.

“I don’t want you to be dead,” Tavington was shocked with himself for saying such a thing, but it was a truth. Bordon was the only Green Dragoon who he could share his feelings with and apart of that, his mate and closest friend.

“For once in your life you don’t have a choice in the matter, Tavington,” Bordon gently told him. Bordon still had to see someone, or maybe that was just Tavington's interpretation of things.

“I need you,” Tavington confessed.

“You can live without me,” Bordon assured him. He was certain that Tavington would be fine

“I’ve known you for twenty years. How am I supposed to deal with your death?” Tavington asked.

“You would end figuring it out somehow William. I know you will,” Bordon said with a smile on his face. Tavington was hard to convince.

“What am I supposed to do?” Tavington asked, realizing the tears streaming for his eyes, crying for the first time since childhood.

“Grieve and live your life,” Bordon replied, still with the smile plastered in his face.

“I don’t want to grieve in the first place,” Tavington whined. How could him, the ruthless and merciless “Butcher”, whine because of someone? That thought shocked Tavington.

“I'm sorry,” Bordon apologized. He felt the guilty of leaving his closest friend any without support in this miserable world.

“Don’t be sorry,” Tavington said, feeling the guiltiness consuming him for his harsh treatment towards his loyal friend during their whole friendship.

“Tavington, you don’t need to be guilty too,” Bordon told him, a small smile on his features.

“May I ask if you are real?” Tavington asked in a small voice. Bordon could feel his heart break.

“No, Tavington. I want you to remember this though,” Bordon said. He was certain that Tavington would never forget about it.

“I will,” Tavington vowed. He could certainly never forget someone like Bordon.

“Remember that life always make the wiser choices, mate,” Bordon said with a smile.

“Where are you going?” Tavington frantically demanded. Even though he didn't he want to admit it, he didn't want Bordon to go

“I’m going somewhere better,” Bordon replied sadly. He didn’t want to leave his friend again, but he had no choice in the matter.

“Please don’t leave me,” Tavington begged, trying not to cry.

Bordon smiled. “Tavington, go and live the life you had always deserved”

Tavington watched as Bordon disappeared, slowly. His eyes snapped open for the first time in nearly twenty-four hours.

Slowly, he became aware of the world around him. The air smelt clean and fresh. Something soft covered his body. Something was stuck to his arm. His finger. His chest.

Blue eyes slowly opened. Blinking once or twice to adjust to the dull light of the room. He could feel something covering his nose and mouth. He raised a hand to remove it, pulling it down so it sat upon his chin. He felt drowsy, hungry, and dopey.

“Hello?” His voice croaked, turning his head slightly to find that he was alone. These things felt so unfamiliar to him. “Is anyone there?” He called again, this time his voice being carried somewhat easier. He cleared his throat, coughing, and feeling something rise that tasted foul as he swallowed it again..

Tavington tried to sit up in an unsuccessful attempt. There was an odd sensation spreading across his upper left arm, that seemed to be encased by some sort of odd looking shell. Could it be a torture method of those damned colonials?. He was certain it wasn’t a prison, however, or else he would have been tied up and guards would be around. Tavington didn't hear the door opening and he stared in shock and awe at the woman standing before him.

In odd-looking garments with an equally odd-looking narrow, box-shaped black leather case slung over her shoulder, she stood still in the doorway looking uncertain.

The two had quietly assessed one another over the course of just a few minutes, but it was enough to cause a quiet tension in the air. Both found one another intriguing and bizarre in the same instance, and yet each couldn’t look the other in the eye for an extended period of time. Each felt uncomfortable, the silence of two strangers evaluating the other as well as the circumstance of their meeting. The awkward moment seemed to drag on with a gravity of its own design.

She came closer to his bed, and sat on the chair by his bedside.“It's good to see you awake,” she said in a quiet voice, pointing at the odd looking tubes connected to him, that he was trying to remove in an unsuccessful attempt . “And I wouldn't recommend you to pull those drips. You need those to sustain the blood loss”

“Don't even dare to talk to me like that your filthy peasant.” Tavington said, his face a hardened mask of hatred.

Maya stood up, her face red by the anger, and turned to leave the room. She had already have enough of arrogant bastards shouting in her ears for the next ten years.

“What's your name?” He inquired in a sneer. Maya knew it was not a question, in fact, it was a precise order. She stopped a few inches from the door and turned back slowly. For the first time, she faced the man directly. She noticed his eyes, cold and sharp, almost emotionless as if he was accustom to face Death right into her eyes every single day of his life. That sight send shivers down Maya's spine.

“Maya Thomas, a pleasure Mr...” Maya muttered in fear. The man in front of her was clearly mentally unstable and if she dare to don't follow his orders, he could even kill her.

“William Tavington, Colonel of His Majesty's Green Dragoons,” Maya glared and stared at him for a moment, as if at a loss for words before finally regaining her composure.

Maya smiled a little, in an effort of making the situation a little more comfortable. “All right Tavington. If you want to move the bed, you can do so by pressing these buttons…” She moved to the side and demonstrated as the bed was slightly elevated. She propped up his pillows afterward. “This one is for the television”, she pushed it and pointed up to a black box over a table in the corner of the room. “This is for the volume, this is for the channel. If you need me or any assistance, push the red button behind your bed. The loo is just down the end of your room”.

“What… is this place?” Tavington couldn’t help but voice.

This got a sarcastic snort from Maya.“Have you never been in a hospital? If you are asking about the location you are in Spartanburg, South Carolina”

“Now you see, Miss, that is where you stand incorrect. It will do you no use to lie to me, so I will ask you again. Where exactly am I?” Again, his voice caught Maya by surprise.

“I just told you, you are in Spartanburg...” Maya was cut with a flick of his hand, though this time his face laced with irritation.

“Wrong,” he scolded, wincing in pain. “I will ask you once more, no lies. Where exactly am I?”

“I told you the truth, you are in Spartanburg...” For the second time, Maya was stopped by Tavington's hand for the second time, his expression agitated

“Stop! You will not lie to me again you little wrench! Where am I exactly?” He practically shouted it, his voice several volumes higher than it had been before, sending again Maya a shiver down her spine.

Maya sighed and bailed her fists at her sides, in an attempt of controlling the anger that was already taking control over her self “By the way. Insulting me isn’t going to do any good, I’ve had my fair share of that from other idiots like you, so don’t think you’re any different”.

“Oh be quiet you impudent little wrench,” Tavington hissed, wincing in pain.

Maya didn't even bother to reply and continued talking “I hope you’re hungry. I took the liberty of ordering for you something in case you ended waking up up. Warm chicken salad, a pear, coffee and water, just call the nurse by pressing the red button on the bed and she would bring it for you”. Maya heard something down the hall. “Your doctor will be checking on you soon to book the surgery to remove the bullet that is still stuck on your upper left arm. Take it easy and be careful to not blow up the stitches.” She said as she stood up an wandered out of the room.

I really hope I didn't make Tavington look very OOC with the beginning of the chapter, but I just liked the idea of having the appearance of other characters in the movie by flashbacks such as Cornwallis or O'Hara, and not just sticking to Tavington.

Well, as I have said before, it would take a little longer for me to update the chapter because I need to study, so sorry but I would not let this story to die.

Thanks a lot for the support and I hope that in case you read this little piece of writing, remember to leave a feedback even if it's to flame it and call Maya a Mary-Sue.