A/N: I know. Two new stories in one day. I'm amazing. I'm on a writing kick, and I'm not sure why. Oh, well. This is just a spin on a somewhat common story—the idea of Scarlett (in my case Rhett) having a dream that changes the course of their entire relationship (most notably in the FF story, "Second Chance—its on my favorites, READ IT). This is placed right before Scarlett comes to Rhett, asking for money. If Rhett knew that Scarlett would go and marry Frank right away, I wonder how far he would have gone to stop her.

And I'll try not to abandon this like I do most of my stories. Mostly because this is almost completely written. I know, you love me.

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Much Love,

Yans

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All Over Again

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He was dreaming. He knew he was, but it seemed terribly real.

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"Are you going to give me the money?"

"No, I'm not," he said. "I couldn't give it to you, even if I wanted to. I haven't a cent on me. Not a dollar in Atlanta. I have some money, yes, but not here. And I'm not saying where it is or how much. Bit if I tried to draw a draft on it, the Yankees would be on me like a duck on a June bug, and then neither of us would get it. What do you think of that?"

Scarlett fought him. Biting and kicking, so angry. He held her tightly, despite the situation, enjoying the closeness of her beautiful body.

"Darling, for God's sake! Stop! Hush! Don't yell! They'll be in here in a minute if you do. Do calm yourself. Do you want the Yankees to see you like this?" He wanted to give her the money, but he truly didn't have a cent. And the idea—her offering herself to him, only for three hundred dollars! Little did she know, that he would no longer content himself with simply her body! He wanted her, like no other woman. He loved her! The thought burned inside him, yet brought him great peace. He know that so long as he had her, his darling Scarlett, he would have a home no matter where he was.

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The dream changed. Scarlett, his beautiful Scarlett, was sitting behind a desk, in Frank Kennedy's store.

"My dear Mrs. Kennedy," he said, walking toward her. "My very dear Mrs. Kennedy!" and he broke into a loud merry laugh. But truly, he did not fell merry. He did not feel merry at all. He felt as though his heart was breaking. Scarlett, married again. Once again, his sweetheart was just out of his grasp. And now, there was no convenient war to do away with her new husband. No, it was likely that Mr. Kennedy—Rhett harrumphed at the name—would live to old age, never able to truly appreciate the gem he was married to. The only chance Rhett would have with Scarlett would be if Frank could be done away with, and he doubted that all his money could convince even Scarlett to wed him. No, she was lost to him forever. Now, not only would he never possess her heart, but he would never know the pleasure of her warm body against his, he would never know the true passion locked in her heart that he had only had the joy of seeing on too few occasions.

"What are you doing here?"

"I called on Miss Pittypat and learned of your marriage, so I hastened here to congratulate you."

"I don't see how you have the gall to face me!" She cried.

"On the contrary! How have you the gall to face me?" But no, it was he that felt shame. It was because of him that Scarlett might never be happy again. She would be serious and miserly, she would not play like a girl, as he wanted her to.

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The dream changed once more.

Flashes of Scarlett, pregnant. And he knew—as surely as he knew he loved her—that the child she carried was not his. Rhett tried to cry out, in anger and anguish, but no sound emerged from his lips. He watched in silence as Scarlett's body changed, her belly grew rounder, and there was nothing he could do, but keep her company in her misery.

The pictures changed, and Scarlett wore another white dress. She stood all alone, and for a minute, Rhett feared that she had gotten her wish and married the honorable Mr. Wilkes. If that happened, Rhett knew that he would never see her again. He could not bear to see his love disillusioned, to see her discover that the man she loved was not a man deserving of her time.

So Rhett reached his hand out to her, only to touch her one more time. Her face lit up, when she caught sight of him, "Oh, Rhett isn't this the loveliest wedding you've ever seen?" And somehow Rhett knew that it was finally him that Scarlett had married. In the night, it would be he she would give herself to, and it would be HIS children she would bear. He laughed out loud. Scarlett was his!

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The dream continued on.

Scarlett bare, lying underneath a flimsy sheet, looking up at him. Scarlett dancing in his arms. Scarlett crying out his name in the darkness. Scarlett kissing him, and telling him how please she was with her new life. Scarlett clinging to him in the depth of the night, him promising her that so long as he was with her, she would be safe.

Scarlett. Scarlett. Scarlett. Beautiful Scarlett. Scarlett pregnant. A little girl. A little princess, with beautiful black hair, milky skin, and bright blue eyes.

Rhett smiled at the little thing. His own little Scarlett. She was a little darling, and he would shower her with all the love locked inside his heart.

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"Oh, Rhett, I love you so, darling! I must have loved you for years and I was such a fool I didn't know it. Rhett you must believe me!"

"Oh, I believe you," Rhett said, "But what of Ashley Wilkes?"

"Ashley!" she said. "I—I don't believe I've cared anything about him for ages. It was—well a sort of habit I hung onto from when I was a little girl. Rhett, I'd never even thought I cared about him if I'd ever known what he was really like. He's such a helpless, poor-spirited creature, for all his prattle about truth and honor and—"

She loved him! His heart clenched at the very thought that all his dreams were true! He had finally won her! That little girl that had claimed his heart on that fateful day in 1861. Yes, she was his! Now, he could take her away, and they would be together for the rest of their lives! For she loved him!

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Rhett awoke. Dear God, it had seemed so real! She had looked at him with such conviction, such single-minded determination, that he had known that she loved him, truly! Belonged to him truly!

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