"The Long Road"
(DON'T MAKE FUN OF IT! IT WAS MY BRAIN'S IDEA!)
AUTHOR: Melly (otherwise know as, RHETTLOVER!)
RATING: PG.I think! There is a mild kissing scene, but otherwise it is fine and dandy!
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own GWTW, (unfortunately!) (
TIMELINE: After Scarlett has arrived at Tara during the War.
SYNOPSIS: I won't give you one! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (aren't I mean!)
DISTRIBUTION: scarlettonline.com, fanfiction.net, network54.com.etc.
NOTE: Please be gentle, This was my very first GWTW fanfic I ever wrote..
CHAPTER: 1.After the Dust Settles
Scarlett collapsed on the patio steps as she fully breathed in the cool night air.
Tara's inner quarters were filled with a smell of sickness, death, and Yankees. Ever since
she had arrived at Tara there was only work to be done. Once Lee surrendered, grey
uniformed men came limping down the long road of Tara. Unfortunately, it still hadn't
stopped/ Everyday, a man would collapse in the hall with lice, dysentery, or some awful
sickness, which Scarlett can't bear.
The night sky was already sprinkled with stars, though the sun had just set.
Scarlett was disappointed that she had missed it. It was what she looked forward to these
nights that brought cool air. Soon, Scarlett realized that the air wasn't cool, but was better
than the air inside Tara. Not caring who came outside, Scarlett unbuttoned her dress to
where her corset would have started, except for the fact that she wasn't wearing one,
which was a relief to Scarlett. She was able to breathe normally without out wearing the
contraption that made her waist 17 inches, the smallest in three counties.
Scarlett gazed down the dusty road of Tara and saw a figure limping towards her.
She squinted her eyes to see better, when the person suddenly fell to the ground.
Forgetting herself, (if you know what I mean...), she reluctantly ran towards the dust
cloud that she figured to be the person who fell. Kneeling down, she realized it was a
man, presumably a solider since he was armed.
"Sir?" Scarlett questioned not knowing if he could hear her. The unsettled dust
filled her lungs as she swat at the dust to get a better picture of the man. 'Every solider
could be Ashley!' she thought to herself. Narrowing her eyes, she realized it was the last
person she wanted to be kneeling next to. Before Scarlett could bring her hand up to
suppress her gasp; Rhett Butler caught a firm grip of her wrist.
"Aren't you going to help me up?" Rhett smirked.
"Don't think that I have forgiven you that fast Rhett Butler!" Scarlett replied as
coldly as she could. She ripped her hand from his grasp squared her shoulders back,
which, considering the circumstances, was the WRONG thing to do.
Rhett gently but purposefully cleared his throat as he gazed at Scarlett. "What is
so funny?" she asked quizzically. Her eyes traveled down her chest realized why Rhett
was laughing. Fumbling with the buttons of her dress, she pulled it together at her throat
with a very tight grip. Blushing to the roots of her black hair, she snapped back at him. "If
I were you, I would hope that you weren't hurt, because I am certainly not taking care of
another sick solider, especially you after you left me." Rhett cut Scarlett off with a flick
of his hand.
"There's no need to worry," Rhett replied offhandedly. "I am sure that a bullet in
the chest can heal on its own." With Scarlett's grinning face lessened into a worried one.
"Well, you have to hold on then while I get Pork," Jumping to her feet, she ran
towards the house, listening to the booming laughter of Rhett behind her.
(DON'T MAKE FUN OF IT! IT WAS MY BRAIN'S IDEA!)
AUTHOR: Melly (otherwise know as, RHETTLOVER!)
RATING: PG.I think! There is a mild kissing scene, but otherwise it is fine and dandy!
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own GWTW, (unfortunately!) (
TIMELINE: After Scarlett has arrived at Tara during the War.
SYNOPSIS: I won't give you one! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (aren't I mean!)
DISTRIBUTION: scarlettonline.com, fanfiction.net, network54.com.etc.
NOTE: Please be gentle, This was my very first GWTW fanfic I ever wrote..
CHAPTER: 1.After the Dust Settles
Scarlett collapsed on the patio steps as she fully breathed in the cool night air.
Tara's inner quarters were filled with a smell of sickness, death, and Yankees. Ever since
she had arrived at Tara there was only work to be done. Once Lee surrendered, grey
uniformed men came limping down the long road of Tara. Unfortunately, it still hadn't
stopped/ Everyday, a man would collapse in the hall with lice, dysentery, or some awful
sickness, which Scarlett can't bear.
The night sky was already sprinkled with stars, though the sun had just set.
Scarlett was disappointed that she had missed it. It was what she looked forward to these
nights that brought cool air. Soon, Scarlett realized that the air wasn't cool, but was better
than the air inside Tara. Not caring who came outside, Scarlett unbuttoned her dress to
where her corset would have started, except for the fact that she wasn't wearing one,
which was a relief to Scarlett. She was able to breathe normally without out wearing the
contraption that made her waist 17 inches, the smallest in three counties.
Scarlett gazed down the dusty road of Tara and saw a figure limping towards her.
She squinted her eyes to see better, when the person suddenly fell to the ground.
Forgetting herself, (if you know what I mean...), she reluctantly ran towards the dust
cloud that she figured to be the person who fell. Kneeling down, she realized it was a
man, presumably a solider since he was armed.
"Sir?" Scarlett questioned not knowing if he could hear her. The unsettled dust
filled her lungs as she swat at the dust to get a better picture of the man. 'Every solider
could be Ashley!' she thought to herself. Narrowing her eyes, she realized it was the last
person she wanted to be kneeling next to. Before Scarlett could bring her hand up to
suppress her gasp; Rhett Butler caught a firm grip of her wrist.
"Aren't you going to help me up?" Rhett smirked.
"Don't think that I have forgiven you that fast Rhett Butler!" Scarlett replied as
coldly as she could. She ripped her hand from his grasp squared her shoulders back,
which, considering the circumstances, was the WRONG thing to do.
Rhett gently but purposefully cleared his throat as he gazed at Scarlett. "What is
so funny?" she asked quizzically. Her eyes traveled down her chest realized why Rhett
was laughing. Fumbling with the buttons of her dress, she pulled it together at her throat
with a very tight grip. Blushing to the roots of her black hair, she snapped back at him. "If
I were you, I would hope that you weren't hurt, because I am certainly not taking care of
another sick solider, especially you after you left me." Rhett cut Scarlett off with a flick
of his hand.
"There's no need to worry," Rhett replied offhandedly. "I am sure that a bullet in
the chest can heal on its own." With Scarlett's grinning face lessened into a worried one.
"Well, you have to hold on then while I get Pork," Jumping to her feet, she ran
towards the house, listening to the booming laughter of Rhett behind her.