Ok, so this is only my second story so please be kind. I'll admit right now that I'm not the best writer in the world, but I enjoy doing it so much. For those of you who read Surprise party and reviewed that you. I have kind of lost the feel for that story and I am really into this one right now. So don't expect an update any time soon.

Of course I own nothing even related to the story of Gone With The Wind. This is just for my own fun.

"I don't love Ashley. I love you." Scarlett declared as she went and kneeled beside Rhett's chair.

"So you've finally realized it. How unfortunate, because I no longer love you. Please excuse me." Rhett pushed Scarlett away and started up the stairs to his room. He was amazed at how well Scarlett's act was. He wouldn't let himself believe she really cared, he couldn't let himself believe.

"Wait, what do you mean? You can't just stop loving someone. Rhett?" Scarlett couldn't believe what was happening. She felt as though someone had just punched her in the stomach.

Rhett stopped and turned, "Isn't that exactly what happened to your love for Mr. Wilkes. I don't know how many times you confessed your undying love for him to me. Yet now you say that love is dead, the love that couldn't die. So I believe you have proven yourself wrong. Now I'm going to bed. Goodnight." He continued his way up the stairs.

"Rhett, this is different." She started to cry.

Without stopping Rhett said, "Goodnight, Mrs. Butler." He had no desire to talk anymore.

Scarlett knew if Rhett didn't want to talk he wouldn't, so she had to let him go. She went into the dinning room and poured herself some brandy, hoping to drown out the nights awful events. Melanie had just died, she realized she hadn't really loved Ashley, but she love Rhett, and Rhett said he didn't love her. What was she to do now. She didn't want to think about it. She would think about it tomorrow. Right now all she wanted to do was forget.

Up in his room Rhett was also trying to get rid of his thoughts too. He wanted a drink so badly, but hadn't heard Scarlett go to her room . He figured she was still down there having her own night cap. He didn't blame her, it had been a long day. He just couldn't face her now so he couldn't go down there. He was forced to try some other way of forgetting, which wasn't working well. If he wasn't thinking of Scarlett, he was thinking of poor Melanie or his precious Bonnie. He finally decided seeing Scarlett wouldn't be as bad as what he was thinking about, so he went down stairs.

When he got to the dinning room he had to suppress a laugh. He saw Scarlett fast asleep, head on the table, with the half empty decanter. He knew she would have a drink, but not so much that she would pass out. After he poured himself a couple drinks, he decided he would carry Scarlett up to her room. He knew she would be horribly embarrassed if one of the servants found her in the morning. As he carried her up the stair he couldn't help but remember the night of Ashley's birthday party. He had carried her up the stairs that night, but then she was awake and fighting him all the way. He put her down gently on her bed, careful not to wake her. He stayed there watching her sleep. She looked so much like Bonnie when she slept. He loved her so much, no matter what he said. He just wouldn't give her the chance to break his heart again. Sure she confessed her love, but who's to say she won't change her mind in a day or two. No, he couldn't go there again. He left her and returned to his room where he finally found sleep.

Scarlett awoke around 10 a.m. the next morning with a terrible headed ache, wondering how she got up to her room last night. The last thing she remembered was being in the dinning room, drinking a lot. As Mammy came in with her breakfast tray, Scarlett's stomach churned.

"Mornin' chile. It's bout time yous woke up." Mammy could tell Scarlett had had a rough night.

"Oh, Mammy please get that food out of here and close the curtains. I have an awful head ache." Scarlett was trying to fight the urge to be sick.

Mammy scowled, " Now, Miz Scarlett yous need ta et something."

"Mammy, I…" before she could finish her thought she was running to a wash basin across the room. Her stomach retched but there was nothing in it to get rid of. She hadn't eating anything since her breakfast yesterday. Her stomach continued to do so several times before it finally stopped and Scarlett fell to the floor, with tears rolling down her face.

"Come on now honey chile, les git you back en dat bed." Mammy hated seeing Scarlett sick. She knew what was wrong from seeing the half empty brandy decanter in the dinning room this morning. She knew Rhett hadn't drank it because brandy was not his choice nowadays.

Mammy helped Scarlett back into bed. "Now you res chile." Mammy said as she left the room.

Rhett had woken early that morning. He still didn't want to talk with Scarlett so he left for the bank to do some work. Beside he knew she probably wouldn't wake up soon and when she did she wouldn't be in a good mood. Rhett cringed as he went pasted the Wilkes' house, remembering his thoughts from last night. His thought of Ashley and Scarlett, knowing it's only a matter of time that they run off together. Rhett decide he would stay away from the house until late that night so maybe he wouldn't have to face Scarlett.

Scarlett didn't wake up again until noon. She was starting to feel better and even a little lunch. She couldn't believe she had drank so much last night. After her lunch she got dressed to go to Ashley's house. Scarlett had to see if there was anything she could do. She dreaded seeing Ashley, but she had made a promise to Melanie and wasn't about to break it.

When she got to Ashley's house she saw that old the old guard was there. They were sitting around a table crying and sharing stories of Melanie. They all looked up at her at once. Scarlett was expecting them to be mean and tell her to leave.

"Oh Scarlett, I'm so glad you're here," Aunt Pitty wailed as she ran over to Scarlett and hugged her, "What ever are we going to do. You must help us."

"You want me to help?" Scarlett was completely in shock as all the ladies replies, "Yes." Well all except India, but even she wasn't giving Scarlett her usually evil glares.

Mrs. Meade said, "Scarlett you are always so calm in a crisis. We are having so much trouble planning the… the funeral. We keep getting of track thinking of Melly. Won't you please help us."

"Alright, if you really want me to. What have you all planned so far?" Scarlettrealized she was going to have to be strong for Melanie or her funeral will never get planned.

"We have decided on the church, the one Melanie went to of course, and her priest. But that is about as far as we have gotten." Mrs. Merriwhether informed Scarlett of their progress.

"That is all you have. There is so much more to do. It could take all day. I assume the funeral is tomorrow?" Scarlett was somewhat agitated that was all they had gotten done and it was almost 2 p.m.

India finally joined the conversation, "Of course it's tomorrow." She was trying to be nice to Scarlett. She knew Melanie would have wanted it.

Scarlett knew India was trying and she decided she would try to be nice too, "Ok, well let's get started." Scarlett sat herself down and they went to work.

It did take the rest of the day. Scarlett understood why it had taken them so long without her. They would think of something and go off on a story about Melanie. Scarlett had to keep getting them back on track. She didn't get home until around 10 p.m.

Rhett had been at Belle's for most of the night drinking and gambling. He looked up at the clock, seeing it was almost 10 p.m. he decided it would be safe to go home. As he was on his way home passing the Wilkes house he saw Scarlett coming out the door. All his thoughts were finally proven true. How dare she come out of his house so late at night. He kicked his horse faster to hurry home. Scarlett hadn't noticed him watching her leave the house, but saw him as he flew by on his horse. She was worried about what he may think.

When she got home she tried to be as quiet as possible. As she passed the dinning room she noticed Rhett was in there having a drink. "Please come in Mrs. Butler." Rhett voice gave away how much he had drank that night.

"I'm rather tired, I think I'll just go to bed." She didn't want to talk to Rhett when he was drunk.

"Get in here now, Scarlett." Rhett wasn't going to let her get away with this.

Scarlett unwillingly went in and sat down in the chair across from Rhett. "What do you want Rhett?" She knew what he was going to accuse her of and didn't really want to hear it.

"You are a little late getting home don't you think." Rhett was trying to control his anger. "Did Mr. Wilkes really need that much comforting?"

"Rhett you are drunk and I wasn't with Ashley. I was with all the women planning the funeral."

"You expect me to believe the old cats allowed you in there circle to plan their Melanie's funeral? Come on you can come up with something better than that." Rhett's rage was burning in his eyes.

Scarlett knew there was no hope convincing him in his state, "I could care less what you believe. I told you the true and if you don't believe it it's you problem, not mine." She started to get up from the table.

Rhett grabbed her arm, "Where do you think your going?"

"To bed. Now let go of me you damn fool." Scarlett's eye were shining bright with anger.

"Why don't you stay and have your night cap, like last night." Rhett gave her a mocking grin. "Don't' think I didn't see you passed out on the table. My my Mrs. Butler how unlades like."

"Oh go to Hell Rhett Butler." With that Scarlett stormed out of the room

"I'll see you there Scarlett O'Hara." Rhett yelled back at her.

Please read and review. I'd like to see how people like it before I post the next part which I already have written.