Summary: After Pocahontas II. What if Pocahontas didn't find out that John Smith was alive, when she visited England. But learned it after several years of being married to John Rolfe.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine...

Chapter 1

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'What a beautiful morning' Pocahontas thought as she strolled down the street of Jamestown, enjoying the ray's of the sun. She had just bought breakfast from one of the local merchants, and was on her way home, when she felt someone gaze at her. She quickly turned around, seeing no one. 'Hmm, I must be imagining things', she thought with a smile, then continued to her house. The kitchen was small but homely, and she put her eggs down on the counter, before proceeding to the bedroom. She couldn't help but smile, noticing her husband was still in bed. "You..." she said and pulled off the blanket. "...need to get up this instant". He groaned sleepy and sat up in bed. "Okay okay, I'm up", he said with a smile, then reached up to kiss her on the cheek.

They ate breakfast in comfortable silence, before Pocahontas stood up. "I was thinking of visiting my father today", she said looking at John, who nodded in agreement. "That's good, you haven't seen him in a while", he told her then took a sip of his water. "Are okay on your own today?" she asked and he grinned at her question. "I can take care of myself, Pocahontas. I've done it before", he said with a gentle smile, and she laughed silently. "Of course my love". They quickly finished eating, and Pocahontas packed a bag with some bread. "Have a nice day, and don't forget to greet your father from me", he said, then kissed her softly on the lips.

She mounted her horse heading toward the indian village. She hadn't seen her father in over a month and looked forward to seeing him again. And Nakoma of course. They hadn't been seeing each other much, since they now both were married. Pocahontas to an English man and Nakoma to one of the men in the village. They were so differnt from each other now. However she still loved her best friend more than anything.

The village was a couple of miles away, but on horseback she easily made it there. Her father appeared from his tent as soon as she got off her horse, and she quickly ran into his arm. "Wing-gap-o, father" she said and looked up at him. He smiled and led her to the river bank and they both sat down. "How are you my child. Is everything well in Jamestown?" he asked with a snort and Pocahontas grinned, knowing that her father disapproved of the settlers. "Everything is fine. More houses are being built and grocers are appearing everywhere. It looks amazing", she said with a smile and her father looked away. "I'm glad", he said then changed the subject. "How is your husband?" he asked, having approved of John Rolfe long ago, wanting his daughter to be happy. He had been surprised when she had returned with the man, she didn't like, when they were at the village first. But soon he had also learned to like him.

They talked for some time, before Pocahontas decided to go. "I think I will take a tour through the forest", she told her father, getting up from her place in the grass. Her father nodded, hugging her goodbye, and she was soon riding through the forest to the high mountain, where she could see all of Jamestown. It was a perfect space to spot new ships, and she could already see several, which made their way to the new town. People from England often came to settle in this new town, and she loved seeing the beautiful ships appear in the horizon, however she hadn't been on the cliff for years. Her feet stumbled toward something and she looked down to see what had caught her attention.

The compass lay before her feet, and she bowed down to gently pick it up. It lay just where she had left it that winter long ago, but now the snow was gone and grass grew around it. Her thoughts wandered to the day she had left it there. The day she had said goodbye to John Smith. It seemed like a lifetime ago, yet it had been only five years. Had it really been so long since she had been here. She sat down and turned the compass over. His name was still engraved in the polished tree, but the name had almost dissapeared. She hugged it to herself, letting her mind wander six years back to when he first had showed her it. Everything had been so new and exciting, and John had told her the most wonderful stories of his home land. She remembered their first meeting under the great tree and how offended she became when he called her people for savages. She smiled to herself. He had been so cute, when he fell from down from the tree. A sigh went through her and she looked into the horizon. He had been dead for almost five years now, but she still couldn't forget him. He had changed her life in so many ways, and she had often regretted that she didn't go with him to London. However if she had, she may never have been introduced to John Rolfe. And he was her whole life now.

She put the compass in her bag, wanting to keep it just a little longer. She quickly mounted her horse, heading towards Jamestown once more. The ride was long and she was thirsty, when she arrived at her house. John wasn't anywhere to be seen, but Pocahontas knew he probably was at the wharf, where the new ships were coming in. She took a glass of water, then decided to join her husband at the dock. It was always exciting to see what the new ships brought. And perhaps it brought new people, who had decided to settle in Jamestown. She hoped so, longing to meet some new people, because she still hadn't found any real friends in the little town.

The dock was full of people who bore cargo from the ships, but she immediately spotted John Rolfe, who stood talking to a man. She didn't want to interrupt, so she stayed where she was, enjoying the smell of the salt water. Rolfe only talked for a couple of minutes , then bowed gracefully and turned around. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a smile, when he reached her, and she took his hand. "I just wanted to see the ships dock", she told him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, then proceeded- "What were you and that other man talking about?", she asked curiously, and John scratched the back of his head.

"Well you see, I have been asked to come to England to to do the king a favour, and I'm leaving with the ships tomorrow. "Oh..." was all she could say. She didn't really feel like going to London again, even though she thought the town was beautiful. She had just adjusted to the life in Jamestown, and she didn't feel like leaving the small town. "I really want you to come with me, but I will be staying at court", so I can't take you with me", John said and Pocahontas sighed in relief, then looked at her husband. "I will miss you", she said and hugged him tightly. "And I will miss you", he answered.

The next morning she helped him pack all of his belongings, then followed him to the dock. It was harder to say goodbye, than she had imagined, and she cried desperately, when he went up the gangway. For a long time she just stood watching the ship dissappear into the horizon. Hugging herself, she started going back to the house. It would be so empty without him. Maybe she should go live with her father, so she could have some company. Yes that was what she would do. When she got back to the house, she quickly packed everything she needed, then headed out the door, mounting her horse.

She arrived at the village safely, jumping from the horse and heading to her fathers tent. He sat inside with Kekata, and they seemed to have a serious conversation. When they saw her they immediately stopped talking, and looked at her nervously. "What?" she asked, but they both kept their silence. "Nothing my sweet child" her father said and stood up. "We were just discussing the weather", he said, but Pocahontas didn't belive them. However she didn't push. They would tell her, when they were ready to share.

She left her fathers tent, and quickly spotted Nakoma, who was washing laundry at the river. The indian princess joined her friend, and Nakoma smiled a big smile, when she reached her. "So, I guess your father told you", she started. "You must be so relieved", she continued and Pocahontas looked at her awkwardly. "What are you talking about. He didn't tell me anything", she said and sat down on the river bank. "Oh...then...no nothing", Nakoma said and turned her attention back to her dirty clothes. Pocahontas crossed her arms, looking angrily at her best friend. "Okay, this is too much. No one will tell me anything. What is it that you're hiding?" she asked raising her voice. Nakoma fidgeted with her dress, then looked into the river. "Well you see...John Smith has been seen alive...in Jamestown", she finished, watching her friend to see her reaction. Pocahontas froze and her eyes became distant. Nakoma looked at her worriedly. "Are you okay?" she asked and took her friend's hand. "I...I...how do you know?" the princess asked, tears forming in her eyes. "Some people from the village regconized him in Jamestown a couple of days ago", Nakoma said gazing sympatheticly at her friend."But...but...are you sure it was him?" Pocahontas continued, putting a hand in the still water. "Yes, they were sure", the native girl told her, and Pocahontas clenched her hand together in the cold river. "I never thought that he could be alive. I mean...I haven't heard from him in almost six years", she said and hugged herself as a shiver went through her. Nakoma hugged her friend gently, as she started to cry. "What are you gonna do?" the other girl asked and Pocahontas dried her eyes. "I have to see him...But...maybe he doesn't want to see me, since he hasn't contacted me", she said thoughtfully, and looked at the other native girl."You have to know for sure, and the only way of to do that is to contact him", Nakoma said looking at her face questioningly. "You do want to see him, right?" she asked and touched a hand to the soft grass. Pocahontas bowed her head looking at the ground, not knowing what to say. A few minutes went by, and still she didn't say anything. She just looked at the river, loving the sound of the water washing against the river bank. "I'll go see him", she said finally breaking the silence. Nakoma nodded and stood up, reaching a hand out to her friend. Pocahontas took it gratefully and stood up. "This is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done in my life", she said on a sob, and Nakoma smiled at her sadly. "I know. But maybe seeing him, can finally bring you some closure", she said and followed Pocahontas to her horse. The indian princess mounted the horse and looked down at her friend. "Please tell my father goodbye...and that I know", she said and smiled a sad smile, before spurring her horse on.