The Prodigal Sister
This story and all ideas, themes and original characters are the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Any unauthorized use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman and all characters and settings no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please? Author's Note: This takes place a couple months after Sully and Michaela get married.
"Sully!" Brian was pointing at the woods, across the little grass field where the horses grazed. Sully looked up from the pile of wood he was working on. There was a figure coming across the field. Michaela and Colleen came out of the house to see what all the fuss was. Sully looked hard. The figure was obviously Indian, but who was it?
"Sully, Sully do you see?" Brian came running backwards and almost tripped.
"Yeah, I see Brian" Sully answered, still watching the figure, walking steadily across the field past the horses.
"Who is it, Sully?" Michaela asked. Just then, Sully got sight of something. Long, almost blonde, wavy hair blowing in the wind. He only knew one Indian with blonde hair. He dropped his ax and started running, as fast as he could run. He leapt over the low part of the fence and kept running. He saw the figure had started walking a bit faster.
"Brianna!" he called when he could see her face. She was grinning at him. He couldn't stop fast enough not to run into her, but it didn't matter. She threw her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around in the air. He was grinning like a crazy man, he was sure but he could care less at the moment. He set her down and looked at her. She was older, but not much. There were feathers and beads braided into her hair, and she wore the buckskins of a brave, as usual.
"What're you doing here?" he asked, though he really didn't care about that either.
"I missed you" she told him and he almost rejoiced in hearing her voice again, "I'm sorry I missed the wedding" He had sent word to her, and had been a little surprised when she hadn't shown up.
"It's all right" he told her. That's when he noticed she was paler than she should've been and she was hanging onto his arm for support.
"What's wrong?" he asked, knowing she'd never say.
"That wife of yours, she's a doctor, right?" Brianna asked. Sully nodded, concern lining his face. She lifted her buckskin shirt to her breast, revealing a large leaf/buckskin patch covering her right side. Blood seeped through the middle, bright red.
"Think she can help with this?" she asked with a laugh and then her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted in his arms. Sully turned his head and yelled, the most desperate sound he'd probably ever made.
"Michaela!"
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This story and all ideas, themes and original characters are the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Any unauthorized use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman and all characters and settings no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please? Author's Note: This takes place a couple months after Sully and Michaela get married.
"Sully!" Brian was pointing at the woods, across the little grass field where the horses grazed. Sully looked up from the pile of wood he was working on. There was a figure coming across the field. Michaela and Colleen came out of the house to see what all the fuss was. Sully looked hard. The figure was obviously Indian, but who was it?
"Sully, Sully do you see?" Brian came running backwards and almost tripped.
"Yeah, I see Brian" Sully answered, still watching the figure, walking steadily across the field past the horses.
"Who is it, Sully?" Michaela asked. Just then, Sully got sight of something. Long, almost blonde, wavy hair blowing in the wind. He only knew one Indian with blonde hair. He dropped his ax and started running, as fast as he could run. He leapt over the low part of the fence and kept running. He saw the figure had started walking a bit faster.
"Brianna!" he called when he could see her face. She was grinning at him. He couldn't stop fast enough not to run into her, but it didn't matter. She threw her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around in the air. He was grinning like a crazy man, he was sure but he could care less at the moment. He set her down and looked at her. She was older, but not much. There were feathers and beads braided into her hair, and she wore the buckskins of a brave, as usual.
"What're you doing here?" he asked, though he really didn't care about that either.
"I missed you" she told him and he almost rejoiced in hearing her voice again, "I'm sorry I missed the wedding" He had sent word to her, and had been a little surprised when she hadn't shown up.
"It's all right" he told her. That's when he noticed she was paler than she should've been and she was hanging onto his arm for support.
"What's wrong?" he asked, knowing she'd never say.
"That wife of yours, she's a doctor, right?" Brianna asked. Sully nodded, concern lining his face. She lifted her buckskin shirt to her breast, revealing a large leaf/buckskin patch covering her right side. Blood seeped through the middle, bright red.
"Think she can help with this?" she asked with a laugh and then her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted in his arms. Sully turned his head and yelled, the most desperate sound he'd probably ever made.
"Michaela!"
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