"Tomorrow is another day."

Scarlett dragged herself from the steps of her mansion, that she had thought she needed, and realized that this was not a home. It was a charade, a farce, that Scarlett had needed, had thought that she needed in order to become prestigious. But all she had done was push away her southern friends and attracted the Yankee's who loved to pry on those who had money, who needed friendship in the city where they were hated just as much as Scarlett did. She didn't need the house, she didn't need the money, the dresses, the drink, the food- she needed Rhett and Bonnie.

She didn't want Ella. She annoyed her but then she felt guilty at the thought. But she had to be honest, she had been lying all her life and that had lead her to trouble and desolation. Ella was like Frank; submissive and dull whilst Bonnie had been so like Gerald- bright, enthusiastic and courageous. Although it had been that courage that had lead them both to their deaths. She had already vowed never to let any child of her on a horse, she may not love Ella but she was still her daughter, still her flesh and blood, still an O'Hara, and her only daughter now.

Slowly, she climbed the stairs to the nursery, where Rhett had locked himself in with Bonnie, when he would not let her see her own baby. The room was dark, the bed still creased from the light body of her daughter, the toys still scattered across the floor from when Bonnie and Beau had played in there that morning.

If only she hadn't lost the baby, then Rhett would still be here. They may have lost Bonnie but they would have a new baby, a baby to mould into Bonnie's place. But Scarlett had lost her temper and thrown herself on him. What had she expected to happen? Of course she would have fallen down the stairs! But he had hurt her and all she had felt was rage, anger that he could twist her like that, make her feel like that and when she had made an attempt to claw at his face it had felt good. Felt like a release.

Scarlett longed for the baby. She hated babies, she hated pregnancy and she hated motherhood but Rhett had adored being a father. Enjoyed every moment of it and maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't have fallen, Rhett would be here now, comforting her after Melanie's death.

Melanie! Oh Melanie! How could she go on without Melanie? Melanie, who had been so much like Ellen, was gone. She had made up for Ellen, tried to be calm and loving to Scarlett, just like Ellen did. Now Scarlett had nobody, except faithful Aunt Pitty, who Scarlett could only tolerate and Ashley. Ashley. Damn Ashley! He had promised her the world when she had been a girl, he had made her believed that he had loved her all of these years and he never really felt anything for her! He was the reason she was in this mess; all the false hope he had given her. Damn Ashley. Damn the Wilkes'.

She didn't even have Mammy to rest her head in her lap. Mammy would have comforted her, told her that everything would be okay. She would have made Scarlett feel strong again, because Mammy was like Tara and Scarlett needed Tara. She needed to get to Tara; to be back on the red earth that made her heart beat faster. That made her blood warm her body that made her breathe. Tara was her home, not this show house that she had spent so much time and money into, Tara, Tara where Gerald had grown from an Irish Immigrant to a Georgian Plantation owner, Tara who had saved them during the war, Tara, who would never fail her. She had to go home, now.

She rushed to her room, ran through the hundreds of dresses that she owned; the beautiful red gown that had gotten her through her shame at Ashley's birthday, the one that Rhett had made up when she was carrying Bonnie, it hugged her stomach and hit the bump with frills and gathering of cloth so she had been able to socialize until right at the very end of her pregnancy- why Rhett had always understood what had been important to her. Rhett had known her from the very beginning, had been able to see her through her demure mask, why, he was the only one who had loved her for who she really was. Ellen had loved her as a daughter, an obeying daughter, Melanie had loved her as a sweet sister, who had looked after her during the siege, she thought, out of love, when really it had been out of love for Ashley and Ashley had never really loved her at all. Rhett was the only one that saw and the only one that accepted and now he was gone, how would she go on?

The train to Tara was long and tiring. It juddered and shook on the rusting tracks, gathering dirt up to the window that had been open because of the airless carriage. Scarlet spent her journey plotting and planning. Planning to get Rhett back.

She thought that she could feign pregnancy, until she realized that they had been in separate rooms since Bonnie had been born. She thought maybe he would come back if she went to Charleston, but then Mrs. Butler wasn't very keen on her and that might be awkward. Finally, she thought maybe she could just run to him and fall at his feet, but she had practically done that before and he hadn't believed her. She realized that unless Rhett came back on his own accord, Scarlett would never be able to persuade him and she would be alone always.

Will met her at Jonesboro, on an old cart filled with bags of food and cloth, which he had probably traded the cotton for, with an old brown horse pulling at the reins. He grinned at her and took her bags, chucking them less than delicately on the back of the wagon. "Afternoon, Miss Scarlett, I's sorry to her hear about Miss Melanie. She was a good lady."

"Will, if you say another thing I know I shall cry. I just can't- how is Suellen, Will?" She asked merrily. She was too tired to think about Melanie, because every time she did her heart swelled until she thought that it would burst.

" She's fine, just fine, Scarlett. She had a baby you know? Oh… how stupid, I spose I shouldn't have mentioned it, what with all that you-"

" A baby, Will? A fine one?" She said too enthusiastically. She didn't really like babies, hardly even her own, but it was better to talk about a baby born than to talk about Melanie.

" Yes, although, he could be 'scribed as a bit scrawny."

"A boy?" Rhett had always hated boys.

" Yes'm. He is like a runt in a litter, he mews and coo's but the ol' Doc say that he is strong enough. We called him Gerald, after your Pa. I liked your Pa and was mighty sorry that he went." Scarlett wanted to laugh. Suellen was just trying to reason with the Angels and Ellen by naming her son Gerald, seeing as she had been the reason for his death. Suellen was a murderess in the eyes of half the county.

She didn't reply because as they turned around the bend Tara came into the view. The beautiful white building that stood proudly in the middle of the blood red mud that gave Scarlett life. The white wash walls and the crude columns that Gerald had constructed made her heart beat faster.

"I'm home, Will, I'm home."