Ok Ok I know I shouldn't be starting any new stories seeing as I haven't
updated any of my other stories.It's just that my creative mind is in
overdrive. For a long time I had no way to get all my thoughts out and i'm
just glad I have somewhere to write stories and get feedback for them. I'm
just trying to get every story out of my head and out into the open and
maybe after I do that then maybe I can REALLY start updating.
Summary: In many slash stories about Matt and Jeff people mention that they are soul mates trapped in the wrong bodies. So I decided to take that theory to the next level and see if I could do a story with that in mind. This is based around the Civil War era and in later chapters around the present.
The inspiration for this story also came from a lovely lady named ladyjackyl who wrote the story called "The South Is Gonna Rise Again" it's posted on her site at ladyjackyl.onetruesin.net she's a great writer and hopefully one day she might read my story and think I did her idea some justice. And here's the quote that started all this hooplah "When he fell asleep, he dreamed-and in his dreams, he was dressed in gray on a field of green, fighting for a red and blue flag."
Character List:
Jeff/Jeremiah Matt/Mason Lita/Amelia
These are just the first characters more later.
Mason grabbed his daughter and picked her up, whirling her around in the air listening to her high pitched squeals of joy. She was his eldest and her long black hair riddled with hundred of curls blew in the wind as the air kissed her pudgy cheeks and made away with her favorite pink ribbon from her hair.
"Daddy put me down, I have to find my ribbon before it's lost forever and ever and ever and...."
Before she could finish saying "ever" over and over again Mason grabbed the strip of pink from the ground and handed it to his almost distraught daughter. It wasn't that hard to see since the only color surrouding it was green.
"There now, no more worries. Why don't you go inside and help your sister color her "Get Well Soon" card for your mother. I'll be up to house in a little while. Tell your mother not to worry for me."
The little brunette shook her head yes to her father and hurried to the house. Her little flower dress being the only thing you could see as she ran towards the white mansion her father had built for their family. It was January 1865 a new year indeed. The Civil War had been goin on for the better part of 4 years and Mason refused to choose sides. In his mind we were all Americans and him being a doctor he knew for a fact that we all shared the same color blood. He was a northerner straight from New York city and like his fellow yankees he believed they were fighting the war to save lives and free human beings from being treated like dogs and cattle. Slaves were human being just like any redneck, buissnessman, or governer and they deserved the same rights. So he moved him and his family down to North Carolina, it was the last state to be seceded so it was full of land just awaiting to be bought.
Mason went to work almost immediately. Though he refused to fight in the war he still wanted some part in it. He was a well respected doctor and lord knows with the war going on there were many casualties and even more injured men. Almost everyday he would be called down to the field hospital where he and his wife Amelia worked in day after day. She was his nurse and every man that was brought in she helped him work on. She was a damn good nurse along with the many other women called to duty from their every day lives to work there.
Mason was married to Amelia for 9 years now. And he loved every day they were together. He walked up to his house taking all the time he could. Walking slowly up his porch he entered the house knowing he would have to check up on his sickly wife. She had taken ill a few months ago. Instead of taking her to another doctor Mason decided to diagnos her himself. He called a couple of his fellow doctors from upstate and told them of her condition. They had all came to the conclusion that the poor woman had came down with a case of tuberculosis. With weeks of rest and being well taken care of Amelia would be ok. At least that's what he believed. But he knew there wasn't a cure for the illness and they both had ignored her condition for too long. Her lungs were now heavily infected and she coughed now more than spoke. As he walked up the stairs and finally reached her door, he heard her couhging again. It tore his heart to pieces. They were there to help and save others but instead it ended up with him trying to save his dying wife. In a few short weeks he knew that one day not only will his 2 daughters be motherless but in his young age of 25 he would be a widower.
He walked into his wife's room, shooing the 2 giggling little girls off the bed.
"Go on now. Leave your mother be. I'm sure she needs her rest. Go on."
They hopped off the bed and ran into the hallway starting up their usual games.
"How are you feeling?" He whispered to his wife.
"Fine." She barely managed.
"Is there anything I can do for you? Are you hungry? Thirsty maybe?."
"I have a glass of water on the stand over there and the girls just brought me some tea cakes. Shouldn't you be out in the field working?"
"Yes I should be but I wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly around here," He smiled at her. He couldn't believe that even through her illness she was still worried about those poor boys fighting for their beliefs.
"Well everything is as smooth as molasses around here. You just get yourself down to that hospital and stitch up a few of those boys for me." She giggled.
"Besides I heard down at Fort Fisher the fighting has escalated and even more soldiers are being killed and wounded. And now that they've gotten all the ports blocked off there's gonna be a shortage of supplies, both food and medicine. You have to get down there and take stock of all they have. You're head doctor Mason go make sure everything isn't in chaos. I bet there's at least over 20 new patients." The more she talked the more she coughed. It took alot for her to even say one sentence before going into a fit of coughs and gasps.
"You just rest darling. Let me handle what's going on. I need you not to worry, it only makes your condition worse." He told her as he stroked her forhead noting the sweatbeeds there. He bent his head down to kiss her on the forhead as tears welled up in his eyes. He was losing her.
"Besides where'd you hear that information from? Have you been talking to Daisy?" He asked her about their favorite Nanny. She just shook her head yes and fell asleep or passed out which fit the situation better.
"aaaaaaaaahhh" He heard the scream coming from downstairs. Mason jumped off the bed to his feet and raced down the stairs.
"What is it?! What's going on down here?" He yelled.
"Mr. Hardlin there's a man laying on the porch." Daisy their nanny pointed out the window.
" It looks like he's bleeding to death there's so much blood."
"You stay here i'll go find out what's going on." He told the frightened nanny who shook her head ok at him and ran off down the hallway to check on the mans' young daughters.
He opened the door slowly and walked outside. Diasy was right, there was a man laying on the porch bleeding. He immediately recognised the gray uniform. It was a solider. He was probably severely wounded so Mason rushed to the mans' side. Gingerly he pushed the man over onto his back so he could see his face.
"Man? He looks like a mere boy." Mason whispered to himself.
"Boy? Sir are you blind? I am no boy. The name's Jeremiah Hardy and this gunshot in ma left shoulder definitly tells me I am nowhere near the spoils of a mere boy." the young man groaned out startling a distracted Mason.
" I assure you young man anybody on that there battlefield can get shot at any moment of the day."
" Yea but it takes a man to walk 3 miles to get help." He smiled up at Mason.
"Well i'm pretty sure we can keep on debating this some more but i'd much rather get you cleaned and stitched up if you don't mind me saying."
"Don't mind at all Doc just wake me when the war is ova." And with that the boy passed out in Masons' arms.
Now not only did he have Amelia to care for but he had this beautiful young soldier to look after. Mason suddenly had his hands full. But looking down at the boys' face, he realised he didn't mind all that much as he smiled to himself and lifted the limp body into his arms and into the house. He called to Daisy to get the guestroom ready and meet him in there with clean rags and his medicine bag.
Ok from now on in the future chapters I might as well just use their real names so there's no confusion hehehehe. Please review I would like to know what you guys think. I'll update as soon as I can but if there ain't no reviews I guess nobody's readin so I won't update. See ya when i see ya.
Summary: In many slash stories about Matt and Jeff people mention that they are soul mates trapped in the wrong bodies. So I decided to take that theory to the next level and see if I could do a story with that in mind. This is based around the Civil War era and in later chapters around the present.
The inspiration for this story also came from a lovely lady named ladyjackyl who wrote the story called "The South Is Gonna Rise Again" it's posted on her site at ladyjackyl.onetruesin.net she's a great writer and hopefully one day she might read my story and think I did her idea some justice. And here's the quote that started all this hooplah "When he fell asleep, he dreamed-and in his dreams, he was dressed in gray on a field of green, fighting for a red and blue flag."
Character List:
Jeff/Jeremiah Matt/Mason Lita/Amelia
These are just the first characters more later.
Mason grabbed his daughter and picked her up, whirling her around in the air listening to her high pitched squeals of joy. She was his eldest and her long black hair riddled with hundred of curls blew in the wind as the air kissed her pudgy cheeks and made away with her favorite pink ribbon from her hair.
"Daddy put me down, I have to find my ribbon before it's lost forever and ever and ever and...."
Before she could finish saying "ever" over and over again Mason grabbed the strip of pink from the ground and handed it to his almost distraught daughter. It wasn't that hard to see since the only color surrouding it was green.
"There now, no more worries. Why don't you go inside and help your sister color her "Get Well Soon" card for your mother. I'll be up to house in a little while. Tell your mother not to worry for me."
The little brunette shook her head yes to her father and hurried to the house. Her little flower dress being the only thing you could see as she ran towards the white mansion her father had built for their family. It was January 1865 a new year indeed. The Civil War had been goin on for the better part of 4 years and Mason refused to choose sides. In his mind we were all Americans and him being a doctor he knew for a fact that we all shared the same color blood. He was a northerner straight from New York city and like his fellow yankees he believed they were fighting the war to save lives and free human beings from being treated like dogs and cattle. Slaves were human being just like any redneck, buissnessman, or governer and they deserved the same rights. So he moved him and his family down to North Carolina, it was the last state to be seceded so it was full of land just awaiting to be bought.
Mason went to work almost immediately. Though he refused to fight in the war he still wanted some part in it. He was a well respected doctor and lord knows with the war going on there were many casualties and even more injured men. Almost everyday he would be called down to the field hospital where he and his wife Amelia worked in day after day. She was his nurse and every man that was brought in she helped him work on. She was a damn good nurse along with the many other women called to duty from their every day lives to work there.
Mason was married to Amelia for 9 years now. And he loved every day they were together. He walked up to his house taking all the time he could. Walking slowly up his porch he entered the house knowing he would have to check up on his sickly wife. She had taken ill a few months ago. Instead of taking her to another doctor Mason decided to diagnos her himself. He called a couple of his fellow doctors from upstate and told them of her condition. They had all came to the conclusion that the poor woman had came down with a case of tuberculosis. With weeks of rest and being well taken care of Amelia would be ok. At least that's what he believed. But he knew there wasn't a cure for the illness and they both had ignored her condition for too long. Her lungs were now heavily infected and she coughed now more than spoke. As he walked up the stairs and finally reached her door, he heard her couhging again. It tore his heart to pieces. They were there to help and save others but instead it ended up with him trying to save his dying wife. In a few short weeks he knew that one day not only will his 2 daughters be motherless but in his young age of 25 he would be a widower.
He walked into his wife's room, shooing the 2 giggling little girls off the bed.
"Go on now. Leave your mother be. I'm sure she needs her rest. Go on."
They hopped off the bed and ran into the hallway starting up their usual games.
"How are you feeling?" He whispered to his wife.
"Fine." She barely managed.
"Is there anything I can do for you? Are you hungry? Thirsty maybe?."
"I have a glass of water on the stand over there and the girls just brought me some tea cakes. Shouldn't you be out in the field working?"
"Yes I should be but I wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly around here," He smiled at her. He couldn't believe that even through her illness she was still worried about those poor boys fighting for their beliefs.
"Well everything is as smooth as molasses around here. You just get yourself down to that hospital and stitch up a few of those boys for me." She giggled.
"Besides I heard down at Fort Fisher the fighting has escalated and even more soldiers are being killed and wounded. And now that they've gotten all the ports blocked off there's gonna be a shortage of supplies, both food and medicine. You have to get down there and take stock of all they have. You're head doctor Mason go make sure everything isn't in chaos. I bet there's at least over 20 new patients." The more she talked the more she coughed. It took alot for her to even say one sentence before going into a fit of coughs and gasps.
"You just rest darling. Let me handle what's going on. I need you not to worry, it only makes your condition worse." He told her as he stroked her forhead noting the sweatbeeds there. He bent his head down to kiss her on the forhead as tears welled up in his eyes. He was losing her.
"Besides where'd you hear that information from? Have you been talking to Daisy?" He asked her about their favorite Nanny. She just shook her head yes and fell asleep or passed out which fit the situation better.
"aaaaaaaaahhh" He heard the scream coming from downstairs. Mason jumped off the bed to his feet and raced down the stairs.
"What is it?! What's going on down here?" He yelled.
"Mr. Hardlin there's a man laying on the porch." Daisy their nanny pointed out the window.
" It looks like he's bleeding to death there's so much blood."
"You stay here i'll go find out what's going on." He told the frightened nanny who shook her head ok at him and ran off down the hallway to check on the mans' young daughters.
He opened the door slowly and walked outside. Diasy was right, there was a man laying on the porch bleeding. He immediately recognised the gray uniform. It was a solider. He was probably severely wounded so Mason rushed to the mans' side. Gingerly he pushed the man over onto his back so he could see his face.
"Man? He looks like a mere boy." Mason whispered to himself.
"Boy? Sir are you blind? I am no boy. The name's Jeremiah Hardy and this gunshot in ma left shoulder definitly tells me I am nowhere near the spoils of a mere boy." the young man groaned out startling a distracted Mason.
" I assure you young man anybody on that there battlefield can get shot at any moment of the day."
" Yea but it takes a man to walk 3 miles to get help." He smiled up at Mason.
"Well i'm pretty sure we can keep on debating this some more but i'd much rather get you cleaned and stitched up if you don't mind me saying."
"Don't mind at all Doc just wake me when the war is ova." And with that the boy passed out in Masons' arms.
Now not only did he have Amelia to care for but he had this beautiful young soldier to look after. Mason suddenly had his hands full. But looking down at the boys' face, he realised he didn't mind all that much as he smiled to himself and lifted the limp body into his arms and into the house. He called to Daisy to get the guestroom ready and meet him in there with clean rags and his medicine bag.
Ok from now on in the future chapters I might as well just use their real names so there's no confusion hehehehe. Please review I would like to know what you guys think. I'll update as soon as I can but if there ain't no reviews I guess nobody's readin so I won't update. See ya when i see ya.