Wounded Love
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M through R › Patriot, The
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,764
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Patriot, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cars, Music and Cats
Chapter 6
“Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind”
- Helen Keller
William hesitated at the door of the hospital. Squinting in the sunlight he saw odd looking horse less carriages speeding around stopping and going according to an assortment of red, yellow and green lights. When Catherine opened the door to one of these contraptions, he hung back, not really wanting to tempt fate after surviving the ordeal he just did.
“Let me guess, you don’t know what a car is?” Catherine asked, holding her door open with her hand on her hip.
He had to admit she had some guts to talk like that to him. Normally he would be furious with anybody who had the nerve to speak to him like that, especially a colonial female! He should have lopped her head off with his saber and burned her house down. Instead he gave her the coldest glare he could muster.
“I don’t appreciate your tone Miss. Wakefield.” William said icily adjusting his crimson dragoon coat.
Catherine couldn’t help but notice the figure he cut in his finely tailored uniform. Tall and proud, he had a lean figure that emanated power and strength. The long dark hair that he had pulled back into the same odd ponytail as he had earlier contrasted with his piercing blue eyes that seemed to be boring into her. It was then that she remembered what he had just said to her.
“And I don’t appreciate standing out here in the bitter cold, waiting for your ass to get in the car. Unless you want stand there and find a cab to take you somewhere, I suggest you pull your head out of your butt and get in the car.” Catherine said getting into the car. As she waited for him she hoped he didn’t notice her ogling at him.
He didn’t have the patience for this. He wanted to throttle the insolent wench until she apologized and begged for forgiveness. He didn’t know what had come over him back in the hospital when he kissed her. Momentary lapse of judgment he supposed. He was sure of one thing however, it would never happen again!
Opening the car door he got in and said in a somewhat menacing voice, “You will not speak to me that way again”.
“Or what?” She countered, turning the key. The car came to life and all of the sudden loud noise began to pulse through the air.
William put his hands over his ears as she turned a knob causing the noise to get softer.
“What the hell is that noise?” He asked removing his hands.
“It’s not ‘noise’, its music, and Garth Brooks is a legend”. Catherine said through gritted teeth.
“Such anger at a simple question! Well….you and I may get along yet”. William said enjoying the effect he had on her temper. Settling himself in the seat he thought that he just might take some pleasure from taunting the beautiful woman. Yes he would enjoy this immensely.
*~~~*
Catherine tossed her purse over the chair in her apartment and went to the kitchen. She needed a stiff drink after the drive from the hospital.
William was by far the oddest person she had ever met. He didn’t seem to know what anything was, not even a toilet! He stared out the window of the car with the wonder and awe of a young child. Every time they stopped he would ask her about anything and everything. What’s that light? How are we going so fast? How did the Colonials beat the British? What is this “music”? It was enough to drive her batty. But beyond that, there was something about him that made her think he really was lost, and despite his pompous, arrogant attitude she found herself already enjoying his company.
A loud hissing sound broke her out of her reverie. She turned towards the sound. Her 1-year-old cat, Gus, was standing in front of William blocking him from entering her apartment.
“Shoo you retched animal, SHOO!” He shouted drawing his foot back.
Catherine walked over and picked the cat up. Gus had his hackles raised and teeth bared. The scene of William trying to tell a cat to shoo was enough to make her laugh a little.
“What is so funny?” he demanded crossing the room and looking out the window.
“You are. Gus is a skittish little shit for brains cat and here you are strapping, big guy afraid to just walk around him, it’s funny”. She said, not even attempting to stifle her giggles.
“The cat will stay out of my way while I am here”. He said matter of factly, sitting down on the couch.
“I’ll be sure to tell him that for you”. She said and when he did nothing more than glare at her she added “Oh lighten up he’s just a cat. Are you hungry?”
“I am a little”. He admitted picking up the TV remote and pushing the buttons. When the TV came on, he jumped a little as MTV came on the screen. “What is that?” he asked, looking bewildered.
Catherine looked at the TV as Brittany Spears shook her ass around. Slut! Catherine thought to herself.
“It’s a television”. She said opening the cabinet and pulling out the can of tomato soup. “Let me guess, you don’t have a TV where you’re from”.
“We don’t actually, come to think of it we don’t have anything like what I’ve seen today back in 1780”. William said switching channels on the TV to the movie ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets’.
Catherine dropped the soup can. William turned to her at the sound.
“Did you say 1780?” Catherine asked
“Yes. That is where, or should I say when I am from. How I ended up here in this time is beyond me, but here I am so…” he said trailing off as he turned back to the TV as Lucius Malfoy came on the screen.
Catherine couldn’t believe what she had just heard. 1780? Now besides being rude, arrogant and completely annoying she could tack on crazy to his description.
“You seriously believe you are from the year 1780?” Catherine asked thing maybe he was joking.
“Yes I do”. He replied in a somewhat exasperated tone.
She looked at him and couldn’t believe it. But then she looked into his eyes and found herself feeling that maybe, just maybe he was telling the truth.
“Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind”
- Helen Keller
William hesitated at the door of the hospital. Squinting in the sunlight he saw odd looking horse less carriages speeding around stopping and going according to an assortment of red, yellow and green lights. When Catherine opened the door to one of these contraptions, he hung back, not really wanting to tempt fate after surviving the ordeal he just did.
“Let me guess, you don’t know what a car is?” Catherine asked, holding her door open with her hand on her hip.
He had to admit she had some guts to talk like that to him. Normally he would be furious with anybody who had the nerve to speak to him like that, especially a colonial female! He should have lopped her head off with his saber and burned her house down. Instead he gave her the coldest glare he could muster.
“I don’t appreciate your tone Miss. Wakefield.” William said icily adjusting his crimson dragoon coat.
Catherine couldn’t help but notice the figure he cut in his finely tailored uniform. Tall and proud, he had a lean figure that emanated power and strength. The long dark hair that he had pulled back into the same odd ponytail as he had earlier contrasted with his piercing blue eyes that seemed to be boring into her. It was then that she remembered what he had just said to her.
“And I don’t appreciate standing out here in the bitter cold, waiting for your ass to get in the car. Unless you want stand there and find a cab to take you somewhere, I suggest you pull your head out of your butt and get in the car.” Catherine said getting into the car. As she waited for him she hoped he didn’t notice her ogling at him.
He didn’t have the patience for this. He wanted to throttle the insolent wench until she apologized and begged for forgiveness. He didn’t know what had come over him back in the hospital when he kissed her. Momentary lapse of judgment he supposed. He was sure of one thing however, it would never happen again!
Opening the car door he got in and said in a somewhat menacing voice, “You will not speak to me that way again”.
“Or what?” She countered, turning the key. The car came to life and all of the sudden loud noise began to pulse through the air.
William put his hands over his ears as she turned a knob causing the noise to get softer.
“What the hell is that noise?” He asked removing his hands.
“It’s not ‘noise’, its music, and Garth Brooks is a legend”. Catherine said through gritted teeth.
“Such anger at a simple question! Well….you and I may get along yet”. William said enjoying the effect he had on her temper. Settling himself in the seat he thought that he just might take some pleasure from taunting the beautiful woman. Yes he would enjoy this immensely.
*~~~*
Catherine tossed her purse over the chair in her apartment and went to the kitchen. She needed a stiff drink after the drive from the hospital.
William was by far the oddest person she had ever met. He didn’t seem to know what anything was, not even a toilet! He stared out the window of the car with the wonder and awe of a young child. Every time they stopped he would ask her about anything and everything. What’s that light? How are we going so fast? How did the Colonials beat the British? What is this “music”? It was enough to drive her batty. But beyond that, there was something about him that made her think he really was lost, and despite his pompous, arrogant attitude she found herself already enjoying his company.
A loud hissing sound broke her out of her reverie. She turned towards the sound. Her 1-year-old cat, Gus, was standing in front of William blocking him from entering her apartment.
“Shoo you retched animal, SHOO!” He shouted drawing his foot back.
Catherine walked over and picked the cat up. Gus had his hackles raised and teeth bared. The scene of William trying to tell a cat to shoo was enough to make her laugh a little.
“What is so funny?” he demanded crossing the room and looking out the window.
“You are. Gus is a skittish little shit for brains cat and here you are strapping, big guy afraid to just walk around him, it’s funny”. She said, not even attempting to stifle her giggles.
“The cat will stay out of my way while I am here”. He said matter of factly, sitting down on the couch.
“I’ll be sure to tell him that for you”. She said and when he did nothing more than glare at her she added “Oh lighten up he’s just a cat. Are you hungry?”
“I am a little”. He admitted picking up the TV remote and pushing the buttons. When the TV came on, he jumped a little as MTV came on the screen. “What is that?” he asked, looking bewildered.
Catherine looked at the TV as Brittany Spears shook her ass around. Slut! Catherine thought to herself.
“It’s a television”. She said opening the cabinet and pulling out the can of tomato soup. “Let me guess, you don’t have a TV where you’re from”.
“We don’t actually, come to think of it we don’t have anything like what I’ve seen today back in 1780”. William said switching channels on the TV to the movie ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets’.
Catherine dropped the soup can. William turned to her at the sound.
“Did you say 1780?” Catherine asked
“Yes. That is where, or should I say when I am from. How I ended up here in this time is beyond me, but here I am so…” he said trailing off as he turned back to the TV as Lucius Malfoy came on the screen.
Catherine couldn’t believe what she had just heard. 1780? Now besides being rude, arrogant and completely annoying she could tack on crazy to his description.
“You seriously believe you are from the year 1780?” Catherine asked thing maybe he was joking.
“Yes I do”. He replied in a somewhat exasperated tone.
She looked at him and couldn’t believe it. But then she looked into his eyes and found herself feeling that maybe, just maybe he was telling the truth.