This will be a three part series involving the Patriot, Titanic and Glory. The first is The Patriot. You will not neccisarily have to read them in order. My OC will Not be a Mary-Sue.

Jane Tyler walked into the agency. She flashed her I.D. at the security guard and took the teleportation tube up to her office. Jane sat down at her office and began to shuffle through her assignments.

Jane was special.

She was one of 196 agents in the world with the same job. She was a time agent. The year was 2,500 AD when time travel first became possible. Worried about the damage civilians could cause, the world governments banned it. (At this time all world conflict has ended.) However that was quickly revoked when scientists and historians discovered that history was not happening as it should. Because time travel was possible, small events in the past were happening that shouldn't have been. The nations sat down and created the Time Agency. A special government branch dedicated to righting the past to protect the future. Each country elected one time agent to deal with cases in their region. It is now 2625 AD and the Time Agency is still running strong. Jane's family had been time agents for the U.S.A since the beginning. Her father, the time agent before her, had died when she was 19. She had been offered the job a month later and now, at the age of 21, she is the youngest time agent ever.

So as she sat sifting through her assignments, she noticed a particularly thick folder marked URGENT. She skimmed it and started to grin. She loved these assignments. Standing up, she walked up to the director's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice said inside.

Jane walked through the door and was greeted by the director. She was a middle-aged woman with greying black hair pulled into a tight bun. She wore black glasses and a white blouse and pencil skirt.

"Ah Jane, I see you got the urgent assignment," the Director said.

"Yes ma'am," Jane replied. "And I accept."

"Excellent!" the Director said. "Let's sit down and go over the details."

They sat down and the Director pulled out her own copy of the file.

"Alright, two days ago the Time-Checkers discovered a problem in the American Revolution period. You know the story of how Benjamin Martin inspired victory at the Battle of Cowpens. This was one of the battles that turned around the war. Our Time-Checkers discovered that unless you go back, the pain of losing his oldest son Gabriel prevents Benjamin from fighting and America doesn't win the Revolution. You need to make sure that doesn't happen," the Director finished.

"What killed his son?" Jane asked.

"According to our file, the infamous Colonel William Tavington burns a church with his brand new wife and her town inside. Gabriel tried to get revenge but was killed in the process."

This made Jane feel sick but she held her tongue.

"So what exactly happened that shouldn't of?" Jane asked.

"It's the church. None of the people were supposed to die there. You need to save them."

"Is this mission one where I need to be invisible or can I be seen?"

"I think you will be fine by meeting people, but as always, don't get too involved. Remember you're fixing the past not damaging it more. We don't want a repeat of the first Thanksgiving," the director said strictly.

Jane looked down, remembering the catastrophe of the Pilgrim mission.

"I understand."

"Good," the director said. "Wade is waiting for you in the tech lab. When you are finished, it will be time."

When she beamed herself down, she found Wade, the weapons specialist, fiddling with some sort of gun. His back was turned to her and as she entered the lab, he spun around, took one step to greet her and….. Fell flat on his face. What had he tripped on? Air. Wade was your typical tech nerd. He dressed in white shirts with different colored bow-ties. He had dark, curly brown hair and was a little bit of a string bean. He was cute in a geeky way and used to have a crush on Jane. He still did actually.

"Though I can't imagine why," Jane thought to herself.

She didn't think herself as beautiful. Nor did she think herself ugly. Jane was simply average. She had straight light brown hair. And while her face wasn't Barbie doll thin, she wasn't a box either. She had green eyes and medium lashes. Because of the time she spent in the sun, her skin was tan and she had a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheekbones.

"Yep, that's me, Plain Jane," she thought as she bent down to help Wade up.

"Wade, remember what we talked about. No more tripping over flat surfaces," she said with a smile.

"Yes Agent Jyler, I mean Agent Tane, I mean-" Wade stammered.

"Jane, Wade. Just Jane," she replied.

He nervously chuckled, running his hands through his hair.

"Yes, well, Gadgets! Yes for the Revolutionary Mission, of course!" Wade exclaimed as he ran about the lab.

He put several items in front of her on the table. The first was her old gadget watch she sent in to be fixed.

"Oh Wade, thanks! I've been missing this!"

Wade grinned, "I've made a few improvements. Now it still has the basic functions, an alarm that says the time stream is fixed, a memory wipe camera, instant invisibility and electric stunner. There are also a few new additions."

He pushed a button and a small hook ejected. He pushed it again and it shot up into the ceiling. Giving her a quick smile, he attached it to his belt and shot upwards. He grinned at her from the ceiling.

"It's a built in grappling hook with the thread of a robotic spider. This thing is so strong it could lift an elephant," he said as he glided down.

"Right now do you remember what went wrong with the first Thanksgiving?"

"Oh, something about almost being burned at the stake while killer robot turkeys went about destroying everything in their path," she said sarcastically.

"Yes, but the basic problem was that you didn't have any help. You were unprepared for the Ro-Bugs to infect the closest deceased organic organisms and multiply," he said.

"What's your point Wade?"

"Well now, you do have help. I have successfully figured out how to send communications through the time stream so now wherever you are in time, you will be able to use the watch to contact HQ."

"Wow Wade, I'm impressed," Jane said.

Wade beamed at her praise. Handing her the watch, he reached for a small pocket knife. He extended the small blade and led her over to his steel desk. He lightly cut a small square on the surface. A small ring of smoke rose from the incision and a perfect steel cube fell from the desk. Wade picked it up and handed it to Jane.

"It's made of Martian steel laced with Acid X," he explained. "It can cut through any solid object."

"Even the wall of a church?"

"Easily," he replied.

"Well as always Wade, you never cease to impress me. Thank you," Jane said.

Wade blushed and looked at the ground. He mumbled out something Jane didn't catch.

"I'll see you when I get back from the American Revolution."

With a quick farewell she walked over to the transport tube and went to the time room. When she arrived, there were at least twenty-five scientists, time-checkers, engineers and reporters. Standing in the middle of it all was the Director. When she entered they all fell silent and looked directly at her. She nodded and with confidence walked towards the Director who handed her a small over-the-shoulder pack.

"It's bigger on the inside," she explained. "We have provided the proper clothes, and essentials to survive. Because of the severity of this mission, we will be sending you back several months before the church burns. You will need to get close to the Martin's but as always, be careful."

"I understand," Jane said confidently.

"Then we are ready."

Jane slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped in front of a huge circular arch. With a nod from the Director, one of the scientists pulled a giant lever and the arch was filled with a purple light. Taking a deep breath, Jane stepped through. She felt herself falling through empty space till she landed on the soft grassy surface. She pushed herself up and saw she was in a forest.

"I'm here," she said to herself. "I'm in the eighteenth century."

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