Author: Pirates Sparrow and Turner
Rating: R
Spoilers: Both Pocahontas movies
Warnings: Het, "Real World" Disney
Word Count (excluding heading): 9,905
Summary: In the sequel to Pirate Turner's "A Shattered Heart", John Smith and Pocahontas risk everything for their love.
Disclaimer: Pocahontas, John Smith, John Rolfe, Meeko, Percy, Flit, and Grandmother Willow are all & TM Disney and are used without permission. Roy Disney is & TM himself, if any one. Everything else is & TM the authors. The authors make absolutely no profit off of this story, and it is for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter One
John stood absolutely still as he drank in her beauty. His heart choked up so that he could scarcely breathe. {How beautiful you are, my angel!!!} crashed through his brain. He wanted to go to her, but he knew she was heavily guarded and that, if they tried to get closer, one of her babies would be killed as a consequence. He saw the gun pointed at Meeko. He saw her bruises and felt her heartache that mirrored his own.
Then, wonder of wonders, she ran as swiftly as a deer, leaving the guard behind cursing. John, too, ran. He knew where she would go; at least, he prayed she would. He ran as swiftly as he could, the way she had taught him, taking a different route with the same destination in mind. The guard saw him and gave chase but couldn't catch him.
It seemed to take forever, but at last John made it to Grandmother Willow. He was winded and barely managed to croak out her name. She had to be there. Time was of the essence. He had planned their escape but never thought he would get the chance. She just had to be there. Again, he called out his beloved's name, "Pocahontas?!?"
Pocahontas' sobs had instantly silenced when she had heard approaching footsteps. Though the tears continued to flood her cheeks, she stilled herself, quickly sending sharp warning glances at Meeko, Percy, and Flit. The three animals only looked at their best friend in deep concern as they, too, stood as still as statues wrapped inside Grandmother Willow's safe branches. It was then that she heard his voice, and her eyes flew wide. Could it be? No, of course it wasn't John; she should have learned better by now than to allow her hopes to rise. It was only the guard using a new trick.
When he called her name a second time, Grandmother Willow's face appeared. The ancient tree smiled kindly down upon the man. She had known he would come after her favorite granddaughter as soon as he managed to grab an opportunity. "John Smith," she spoke softly, "it has been far too long." As she spoke, her branches slowly and gently pulled away from Pocahontas.
"Grandmother Willow, what . . . " Pocahontas began to ask, but her voice froze when her brown eyes were met with the handsome vision of her beloved. Surely she must be dreaming. She stared at him in shock for a long moment before finally managing to whisper, "J-John? Am I dreaming?"
Extreme relief flooded through John's heart as he heard the welcomed voice of Grandmother Willow. "Yes, it has been too long, Grandmother Willow, and things have not been what I would have liked for them to be." He moved under her protective branches as he stepped in front of Pocahontas and pulled her gently into his arms.
"It is truly me, my darling, and you are not dreaming," he said just as his lips came down upon hers and he drank deeply of their wine. He pulled her closer and closer to him until he could feel her heartbeat. He knew that Disney's goon was close behind him, but he had to take these few precious moments or else he felt he would die. He had waited far too long. This had been the only chance he had been given, and he had been prepared forever. Now, he just needed a taste of her to reaffirm their love and give him that extra strength he knew he would need to escape the trap.
She had still feared that she was dreaming until his lips had met hers, and the feelings of pleasure, relief, and bitter joy that poured through her very core were far more than any dream could ever grant its dreamer. She melted willingly into him as she eagerly returned his kiss. Her soft lips parted under his as her tongue gently quarreled with his. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she clung tightly to him, never wanting to release him yet fearing the entire time that she would be ripped from his arms at any second.
Her silent tears of sadness transformed to a mixture of happiness that they were at last together and deep sorrow for the knowledge that they only had a few minutes before they would be found and things would become even worse. Her tears dropped into their kiss, but for now, she merely clung to her beloved, her kiss and the thundering of her heart telling him how much she loved and missed him far more than words alone of any language save the heart's could ever hope to say.
John reluctantly broke the kiss off. "Sorry, sweetheart, but we must be on our way. I managed to give the idiot a slip, but once he contacts Roy, he'll know where to come. We must be away from here by then. I have a canoe waiting."
As much as she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, Pocahontas knew that there was no way for them to make it outside Disney's gates. "But where can we possibly go that they can not follow, John?!" she exclaimed softly and desperately.
"I have that worked out and will tell you more once we have reached the canoe." Still clinging to her, he looked up at Grandmother Willow's face. "I swear to you that I will take care of her and that I will do my best to make her happy. May we have your blessings?"
The ancient tree smiled lovingly down at the couple as her vines gently crept around them as well as Pocahontas' three animals despite Meeko's and Percy's complaints. She pulled the five close to her bark, nearly crushing them in a tight hug. "Of course you have my blessings, my children, and know that no matter where you go, I will be with you."
Pocahontas leaned into Grandmother Willow's embrace, doing her best to return the hug even as her animals struggled to pull away. Grandmother Willow had always been such a huge part of her life that she hated to have to leave her behind, but she knew she had no choice and would have done anything to be with John. Even now, her curiosity continued to bore a hole in her brain, but she trusted her beloved entirely and knew she had no choice but to wait for his explanation of his plan.
Reluctantly, Grandmother Willow released her children. She smiled kindly down upon them, perfectly masking her sorrow that she would never see them again in this time, as she brought two branches before them. On the branch before John, twigs clutched a few leaves but opened willingly to release them to rain down upon him. "Take these leaves, and when the enemy begins to close in on you, drop one." The other branch held a small twig out to Pocahontas. "Take this twig, and, after you have used all the leaves, show it to any nearby tree to obtain their aid whenever you need it."
"Thank you, Grandmother Willow," Pocahontas spoke sincerely, her voice filled with emotion, as she took the twig, "not only for these but for everything. You shall always be in our hearts." She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her grandmother's withered bark.
"Thank you, Grandmother Willow, for being there for us and always being there for Pocahontas. Come, darling; we must run now," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "Percy, you must let me carry you. Your little legs are too short to be able to make good time, and we must run." He reached down and scooped up Percy. "It's this way. Good-bye, Grandmother! May you live in peace forever!"
Even as Pocahontas' fingers entwined with John's, Grandmother Willow smiled lovingly down upon her favorite children one last time. "Farewell, my children, and Gods bless." Her leaves rustled slightly, as if sensing something. "Run with the swiftness of the wind! I shall give you as much time as I can!" Her face vanished, and she appeared to once more be nothing but a tree.
Before Pocahontas could turn, Meeko suddenly scurried up her body to wrap himself around her head. Her brown eyes glanced upwards as she turned, and his face peeked down into hers as he chattered at her. "Yes, Meeko, I know," she replied with a grin. "Percy may not be thankful of his ride, but as long as he is being carried, you are determined that you shall be, as well." Her hand more tightly grasped John's as she looked to her beloved, waiting for him to lead them as only he knew where their canoe was.
John took the leaves and slipped them into his pocket. He could feel them coming, and he knew it would be only minutes before they were there. He was thankful that the canoe was not far. He ran, still holding tightly to Pocahontas' hand. He was determined that they would never be separated again.
Pocahontas' long legs stretched out before her as she ran, keeping perfect pace with John. It felt so good for her bare feet to hit the soil again and the breezes to blow through her long, raven hair, but she paid no attention to either. She simply concentrated on running as fast as she could run yet while never leaving John's side. As they ran, Meeko bounced repeatedly up and down on Pocahontas' head, his claws digging into her hair for dear life, and Percy fought to keep from becoming sick. Flit buzzed just over their heads, careful to never let his attention wander from his mistress.
It took them a short time to reach the canoe. John had covered it with a tarpaulin. Releasing Pocahontas' hand and dropping Percy gently to the ground, he removed the tarpaulin and rolled the canoe over several times to reach the water. It made a loud splashing noise as it hit the water. "This is a magic canoe. All must be in it," he said, looking at Flit. "Even you, Flit, must find a place inside the canoe."
"I went to see a Gypsy woman, and she created a time travel spell. If everything works like it should, we should be able to travel back in time to a place and time that they can not reach us and tear us apart again. If it doesn't work, we can be no worse off than we already are. We must travel three miles backwards. Then, we must recite a spell when we reach a spot she told me about. The spell must be spoken three times, and then it's supposed to send us back in time. Be careful that you do not leave the canoe at any time -- not even to fish," he said, now looking at Meeko. "If you get out, you may not be able to get back in, and you will be left behind." He stepped into the canoe, then reached upward for Pocahontas.
Gently, Pocahontas forced Meeko's claws out of her hair as she listened to John. She had always hoped that he would find a way for them to be able to be together, but she had never thought that he might actually discover a way for them to be able to go back in time and was amazed at his plan. Finally managing to remove Meeko from her head, she lowered him down to John just as yells broke out from the top of the bank.
John grabbed Meeko and sat him down in the canoe, then reached upward for Percy. "Come, darling, quickly! They will soon be upon us!"
Pocahontas quickly picked Percy up and deposited the surprised dog into her beloved's hands. Even as the men rushed down the bank at them, shouting at them to stop, she looked up at Flit. The hummingbird was still staring at the river when she spoke to him, "Get in the canoe, Flit." When he still did not move and a bullet suddenly ripped through the air above their heads, she snapped at the bird for the first time, "Now!" That was all she had to say for Flit to zip into the canoe and land in its bottom just as Pocahontas accepted John's offered hand. Even as she stepped into the canoe, a rain of bullets aimed in their direction began.
John took one of the leaves and threw it toward the shore. The minute the leaf touched the ground, huge vines appeared out of nowhere, racing straight toward their attackers. Their hides were so thick that not even the bullets could tear their tendrils. John used this time to push off from the shore and, after sitting down, began to paddle backwards. He quickly left the shouting, shooting, and angry men behind.
Meanwhile, the vines closed around the men, lifting them skyward by their ankles and holding them suspended in the air. Disney began to curse when he saw what had happened to them. Gone was the friendly man that the world knew, and in his place stood a furious tyrant! He grabbed his cellular phone and spit into it, ordering a chopper. "If we can't take them by land, we'll take them by the air! We must stop them; he can not have her for so it is written!"
To Be Continued . . .