Disclaimer: No matter how much I pray, I do not and will never own OUAT and Jefferson :( All I got is my OC

This is my first story and it might seem... different, but its just my twist on what I believe will happen in the second part of season 3... so enjoy!

A lush brisk breeze scattered across the burned wooden door like glass shattering on the cement. All around the deteriorating building stood nothing but hazy smoke, piles of scorned wood and ash, and a lingering quietness. Not the type of quiet that people hope for, that brings peace, this quietness is the one that surface after destruction and causes nothing but tears.

Off into the distance two strong brown horses gallop near, carrying two teenagers. The first horse stops immediately and a girl with strong eyes and wild curly auburn hair jumps off, gasping. The other horse carrying a boy with his brown hair pulled back gallops on timidly, but stops at the sight of his saddened accomplice. He to jumps off and makes his way over to her with his head down.

She turns to him him with tears pooling in her green orbs. "Who would ever do such a thing?" she grumbled, her voiced laced with anger. The boy rolled his eyes and smiled faintly.

"C'mon Dorothy... a war is going on, you know people die during those!"

Dorothy, as she was called stepped away from him and shook her head. "But innocent people? They did no wrong!"

"Blame the rebels! They're the ones who caused this insanity!"

The words the boy spoke swept across Dorothy's face and changed her scorn of sadness to one of disbelief. "Thomas! They are fighting for what they believe in!"

Thomas refused to answer her and walked back towards his horse. "C'mon Dorothy, I promised mother that we will be in Philadelphia by sunset."

Dorothy walked away from him and kicked a stray piece of wood, dirtying her red satin shoes. "Im not going." Thomas laughed at her foolishness and stepped closer to her. "And where do you think your going?"

"Boston"
"You,a lady, traveling to Boston by thy self? Are you mad?"

Dorothy smiled and walked over to her horse, jumping on it as soon as her fingers grazed it's fur. "I just might."

"You are very improper."
Dorothy didn't answer.

"You know mother will be very disappointed in you."

"Like always."

Thomas grinned and his cheeks flushed as he walked over to Dorothy's horse and grabbed the leather reins. "Why are you going to Boston?"
"Because?"
Thomas was just about to speak again when Dorothy swatted his hands away grumbling. "Is it because of a boy?"

Dorothy looked down and galloped forward a little, hoping to evade the question, but Thomas could see through her ignorance. "You're in love."

"I just might be."

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As Dorothy and her horse slowly galloped into the burning town, the scene in front of her came into view and released every saddened emotion to she had previously withheld. Papers and ash covered the cobblestone ground and the quiet peaceful field that lied just in front of her was littered with corpses and eerie with death. For a moment, Dorothy thought that if she had gotten any closer, that she would succumb to the same fate, but her judgement replenished her. As she trotted closer to the groups of mourners, the golden locket that hung around her neck seemed to burn, and that made Dorothy want to kill herself. The fixated gold was from her everything, her one true love, and now, the brunette knew that something horrible had happened.

As soon as she pulled the reins of her horse, Dorothy landed on the ground with a hard force but she disregarded it and ran up to the battle with her heart pounding, ignoring the demands of the townspeople and soldiers. Bodies littered the ground and the grass that once shone with prominent green was now dyed red with hate.

"No... please no." She whispered in despair, grabbing a hold of the locket, and stepping over the countless fallen rebels. Dorothy knew that she should have felt some sort of grief for the defenders, but at the moment, she could hardly care. All she wanted was her defender.

Dorothy soon came to come across a misshapen oak tree and thats when she saw him. His body was thrown across the ground, allowing the onlookers to believe that he had no importance, but to her, it was truly the opposite. His brown hair was out of the tie and was stained red, along with the grass below him. She screamed and ran over, shaking his broad shoulders and screaming his name.

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him all over, thinking that somehow, her lust for him would bring him back, but she knew better. "Please darling... come back to me!" She grabbed his hands, desperate for an answer, but the only response she got was two unfamiliar strong arms wrapping around her slender frame and whispering sweet convincing nothings in her ear. "C'mon Dorth, lets go."

Dorothy turned to face her the stranger and was shocked to see her brother standing above her. Anger soon flared into her soul and she pushed him away, screaming the same word over and over again. She then pulled the golden locket from her chest and kissed it, along with his cold lips, then encased it in his palm.

"I love you jefferson." She screamed as Thomas grabbed her again and pulled her back., but not before Dorothy took a roll of paper out of her fallen lovers hand.

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The wind blew cautiously as Dorothy sat on the dock with wet eyes and a heart full of despair. It seemed that even Mother Nature knew that on the inside, Dorothy wanted to rip her guts out and watch herself bleed. She stared out into the sea and for one strange moment, her memories slowly crept into her mind like a murderer, taunting her in every way possible. Her eyes lingered to the small cove about 100 feet in front of her. Her father, her one happiness in life, face appeared in her mind. Thats where he died. Thats when a little piece of her died, but now, she fears that death consumed her and she will no longer will be able to function. A small patter against the wood erupts her thoughts and she turned around briskly with fists clenched, not wanting to face another soul.

She released her grip when her mind slowly decoded the brunette hair and the familiar torn breeches were the ones that her brother wore. 'Its only Thomas" she thought, with a sigh of relief, but that didn't last long. As soon as he sat down next to her she scorned, remembering the fact that he tore her away from her love, even if it was out of kindness.

They sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Neither one of them wanted to break the awkward silence. For Thomas, he was afraid of his sister for once in his life. He knew that she went through a lot, but he fears that he doesn't even know who she is anymore. There were so many questions to be asked and both Thomas and Dorothy were afraid of the answers.

The young mans gaze soon followed Dorothy's to linger over the sight of the small cove. He knew why she was looking at it. She once told him that the cove and the beach made her feel like their was something real, and Thomas thought that she was mad. But now he feels it to. The cove was somehow giving him the strength of encouragement, allowing words to pass his lips.

"Are thou okay?" He swallowed hard. He felt like a coward. Men weren't supposed to feel. It was weak. But for now at that moment, he didn't care. The cove urged him on.

"I asked you-" He didn't get time to finish when her raspy, grief-stricken voice passed her lips. She mumbled, but he knew what she had said. She wasn't okay. She never was and Thomas knew she never will be. "Is it because of the rebel?" He said gently, not wanting her surge of emotion to overcome him. A tear slowly fell from Dorothy's green orbs and she bit her lip, trying unsuccessfully to contain herself. "H-He wasn't just a rebel!" She shouted with shaky hands. "He... He was MY rebel!"

Thomas's anger was soon enlightened. He wasn't just mad at his sister for keeping secrets, he was mad at everyone. He was mad at his mother for forcing Dorothy to do things she didn't want to do. He was Mad at the red coat who killed his sister's happiness. And to top it all off, Thomas was livid at the mystery that loved his sister for dying, for making her feel this way, even though Thomas knew it was irrational.

"Im sorry' Was all he could mutter.

Thunder soon boomed in the distance and in no time at all, rain came pouring down, as if the sky was mourning along with Dorothy. They once again sat in silence, ignoring the rain and the wet cold that came along with it.

Dorothy soon started to shiver and when a burst of lightning struck, she opened her mouth to confess a new truth. "Thomas... I am not going home." Dorothy closed her eyes as much as she could, dreading the answer and lecture that she will receive from her goody two shoe brother, but she was more than surprised at his answer.

"Me either."

Dorothy soon felt guilty. Yes she has lost the only thing she has ever loved, and now she drug her brother in it. She knew he would follow her, and where she was going, he would not be able to comprehend.

"You're not going with me." She said picking her head up and gazing into his eyes. They shone with fear and understandment, and that scared her the most.

"Unless you're joining the war efforts, I don't think your going to be followed."

Dorothy cracked a smile for the first time in what seemed forever, but it was soon followed by a devastated frown.

"What do you mean Thomas?"

"Im going to join the fight for Liberty." Dorothy glared at her brother in disbelief, but couldn't help a smile to cross her lips.. "Your a rebel? Since when?"

"Since always."

"Oh" was all she could muster.

"And how about you? Where are you going?" Dorothy once again stared out to sea and closed her eyes, trying to evade the question. She knew where she wanted to go, but she didn't exactly know where she would end up, and that scared her to death.
"Back there... He was from there."

Thomas rolled his eyes at Dorothy's story and at his ignorance. He knew her fables about a vast land of green, where all of your desires came true. He tried to be opened minded, but that only went so far. He just nodded simply and sighed.

As time passed on, the waves crashed into shore more aggressively, sharing the same passion As Dorothy. As the rain became harder, the thunder became louder, and the lightning became brighter, she knew it was time. She awkwardly stood up and knocked the dirt off her dress. She didn't know whether she did it to impress Thomas, or as a last act of proper ways. She gave her brother her hand and he soon stood along with her, gazing into her tearing eyes. "It is time for me to go." She stated emotionlessly. She feared that if she shown her true feelings, Thomas would somehow convince her to stay, and she couldn't.

Thomas soon swallowed any feeling that tried to crawl up right back down his throat. He swooped into her chest and wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes as her head came to rest on his shoulder. "Will I ever see you again?" He mumbled into her hair. The only answer he received was the slow dreaded shake from her head. He knew what her answer was going to be, but the reality of it was a fatal blow.

She pulled away and before her eyes met his, she gazed out into the sea for one final time. Dorothy straightened out his shirt and caressed the little bit of stumble that collected over the past few weeks. "Thomas... please be safe. Go home and take care of the family. You have nothing to prove."

A bleak grin slid across her brother's face. "I may not have anything to prove to the world, but I do have something to prove to myself."
Dorothy nodded in understanding. She truly did get it. "Fine then... I love you Thomas."

"I love you too."

Dorothy stood deathly still as Thomas walked off, choking back the tears that she knew would bring him back. As he mounted his horse, she turned back to face the sea.

"Here goes nothing." she said gathering the bottom of her petticoat and jumping into the sea, swimming toward the eye of the storm ,uncertain of her outcome.

Sorry for the cliff hanger type thing...

Please Rate and Review... I really want to know if I should continue this...