The TV Show Disney Never Made

A/N- OK, people, call me weird.

Actually, I got the inspiration for this idea in a Pocahontas Forum topic and I decided to create a "TV series" for Pocahontas, like Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Hercules, Lilo and Stitch, Tarzan, Timon and Pumbaa, and Buzz Lightyear, The Emperor's New Groove. I think it might be cool. Anyway, this is dedicated to PocahontasJohnSmithForever. I'm going to dedicate stories from now on. Well, I guess we should get this "Episode" started, eh?

PS- By the way, to make this work, it either takes place after John is shot and he returns, or it's like he was saved by Pocahontas, but never shot. Think whatever you like.

PSS- Anyone who gets inspiration from this, email me. I could use ideas for more "episodes."

"Epidemic"

The air was chilly and the snow swirled above everyone's head. The river had frozen over with thick ice and above-ankle deep snow blanketed the ground. One look at it, and you would think everything was perfect.

In some ways, it was. And in others, it wasn't.

Jamestown had been hit hard with an epidemic of Chicken Pox. Seventy-five of the 104 men were sick with it. Five had already died.

"It was never this bad in London! How did it get here, anyway?" Thomas asked.

"I don't know. It could have come here in anyway." John Smith answered him. "But we had to bring it here. Pocahontas's people have never seen Chicken Pox before."

"I guess it doesn't matter how it got here. It's here now, and we have to get it under control." John said.

"We've already lost five men, John. How are we going to get it under control?"

"The men that have had it can't get it again, right?" John asked.

"I think so." Thomas answered.

"Then those people need to help take care of the others." John said. "I think I remember having it when I was about four or five." John said.

"My sister and I had it at the same time about three years ago." Thomas said. "I know I've had it before."

"Good. Look, I'm going to warn Pocahontas and the others. They've never been introduced to Chicken Pox before and it could be more deadly to them than to us. This weather is only making it worse. And if they stay away, then they won't catch it." John said. He walked out of the warm cabin and into the brisk January air. Everything was eerily quiet. With Ratcliffe gone, things had been going well, but no one had expected an epidemic of Chicken Pox to break out. There was no new governor yet – so it was up to John to make decisions.

Smoke from the village could be seen now. John was about to walk into it when something hit him in the head. It was a snowball. He narrowed his eyes and bent down to pick up a handful of snow and whirled it back at whomever (as if he couldn't guess) had thrown the snowball. Another one hit him in the back. John decided that it was either an attack, or Pocahontas was playing tricks on him. He scooped up more snow, but dropped it when another snowball pelted him in the back again.

"Alright, Pocahontas, I give up." He called. Another snowball hit him in the head and he turned to find Pocahontas standing behind him.

"I thought so." She said with a smile.

"What did you do that for anyway?" He asked.

"I don't know." Pocahontas answered, shrugging. "Seeing if I could fool you. See if you can throw a snowball as good as you can aim a gun." John grinned.

"Well, I obviously can't." He said.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Pocahontas asked. "Is there something wrong?"

"Actually, there is. I came to warn you that Jamestown's been hit with an epidemic of Chicken Pox. Don't come back to Jamestown for a while. Five people have died already and it's spreading, and fast. Seventy-five of the 100 left are sick." Pocahontas looked worried.

"How do you know you don't have it?"

"Once you have it once, you can't get it again. I'm pretty sure I had it when I was about five or so so I can't get it again." John explained. "When you get Chicken Pox, you get itchy spots, like mosquito bites. Not to mention you feel horrible."

"I'll watch out, but you watch out, too." Pocahontas said.

"Don't worry, I will." John said.

"And be careful around here, too." Pocahontas said, whispering.

"Why?" John asked. "I thought everything was alright now."

"Well, it is between you and Father. But I've heard a few of warriors talking, John. They're not happy about the truce between our people. I'm afraid that if…" Pocahontas trailed off.

"That if they out that we have so many men sick, they'll rally a group together and attack." John finished for her. Pocahontas sighed.

"Right." She said.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." John said as he kissed her forehead. "But remember what I said." He said. He turned and walked back to Jamestown. Pocahontas sighed and looked at Meeko, who was perked on her shoulder.

"I hope he's right, Meeko." She said. Then she turned back and walked into the village.

A/N- I remember that European diseases were very deadly to the Native Americans. I don't know if they knew what Chicken Pox was back then, but hey, this is fanfic! Review, please!