AN: I can't stand Joel, I was really wanted Zoe to come back from New York and at least start out as Wade's friend. It was cruel making him, and us, watch her with Joel. I'm hoping this fixes that mess. Reviews and opinions are welcome and encouraged :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Hart of Dixie or any of its characters. If I did many things would be different and we would have new seasons :/

Chapter One

One more week, was Zoe's new mantra to get through the long days at the hospital. It wasn't so long ago her mantra was one more month, and she thought she would never get to go home. She missed Bluebell more than she ever thought she would. She was ready to go home after the first few weeks. She realized quickly she was no longer interested in being a big city surgeon, being a GP made her happier, it made her feel better about herself. She enjoyed knowing her patients for more than their ailments. She avoided relationships that didn't have to do with work, her friends were waiting for her in Bluebell.

With her shift over Zoe grabbed her purse and headed for her small apartment. When she walked in she kicked an empty box out of her way. She started packing the day before and was nearly done. Since she knew she wasn't staying long she didn't really decorate the small apartment. The most she had done was add a few photos. One of her favorites was a shot of Wade holding her in Lavon's living room during a game of charades with Lavon and Annabeth. She missed him, plain and simple. Even after she found out he cheated on her she still missed him. Zoe wasn't sure she would ever be over him, she wasn't sure she wanted to be. Three months in New York did little to bring her clarity.

With the majority of her clothes packed, she just set aside a few outfits she could easily fit into her carry on. Zoe had everything else set to be sent to Bluebell so it would be waiting for her when she returned. She knew she was going to owe Lavon when he realized just how many boxes she was sending his way. She had cleaned out her storage unit, selling what she didn't need, and sending the rest home.

Not hungry, but knowing she had to eat something, she went to search through the fridge. With few choices she settled on half a container of Chinese take out from the night before. She would never admit it out loud but she missed the food from the Rammer Jammer.

After finishing dinner, Zoe made a cup of chamomile tea, and was just sitting down on her sofa to find something to watch when her cell phone stared to ring. "Zoe Hart," she answered expecting it to be the hospital since it was after midnight.

"Well Zoe Hart, it's Lavon Hayes," he said laughing.

"Is everything okay?" Zoe asked, it wasn't like Lavon to call her so late.

"Everything is fine. I just figured you had to work another late shift and wanted to ask when you planned on comin' home. I have meetin's next week and want to make sure you have ride home."

"I land eight AM Friday morning. If you have meeting I can take a cab it's no big deal," Zoe said, missing home and her friend more she heard his voice.

"Lavon Hayes will not allow you to take a cab, someone will be waiting for you at the airport," he said leaving no room for argument.

"How is everyone?" Zoe asked.

"Fine, kinda busy. There's a lot goin' on in Bluebell since you since you left," Lavon answered vaguely. He knew she was really just asking about Wade but he wouldn't satisfy her curiosity if she couldn't ask him directly.

"I can't wait to be home. I'm going to head to bed, I have to start early tomorrow, I'll see you Friday," Zoe said. After Lavon said good bye she hung up and padded down the hall to her bedroom. Soon she could sleep in her own bed and maybe get a decent nights sleep. If she was being honest with her self, however, it wasn't just the strange bed that was the problem. As she settled into the pillows she hugged a familiar plaid shirt to her chest before drifting off.
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Zoe finished her last week at the hospital, taking as many shifts as she was aloud. She was so tired she couldn't think about anything other than work and sleep. She thought it would make the last week go faster but she was wrong. The week still drug on and took a century, or so it felt, to pass.

Thursday night she found her self eating a turkey wrap while she packed the last of clothes into her carry on. She knew she had no chance of getting any sleep since she had to be at the airport by one AM. With little else to do to pass the time she showered and changed into a pair of capris and tank top then paired her outfit with a pair of low heel ankle boots. They weren't the type of boots she would normally buy but the second she seen them they reminded her of home.

Zoe walked through the apartment one last time making sure she had everything and to shut off all the lights. Grabbing her bags she headed outside to hail a taxi. After fighting an uptight ass, she was glad to finally be on her way. A big plus to Bluebell was no taxis, she thought smiling to her self.

She got through security rather quickly and was on the plane before she knew it. If only the flight would have gone as quickly. She was seated between a woman who told her every problem she ever had since childhood and a man who wouldn't stop hitting on her. He got so persistent she told him she was returning home to her fiancé. It felt like an eternity before she landed in Mobile. As soon as she was off the plane she rushed to find whoever Lavon had sent to pick her up.

Zoe's heart stopped beating when she seen Wade leaning against a support pillar. Of all the people Lavon could send to pick her up she couldn't believe he sent Wade. The last time she had spoken to him, he had said he loved her, and she couldn't say it back to him. She had instead told him she needed time to get over what he had done. It was like an unspoken agreement that they not call each other while she was in New York, though she was shocked he never even tried to contact her.

"Doc, welcome home," Wade said with his southern drawl pushing off the pillar.