Disclaimer: I don't own Hart of Dixie or any of its characters and I am making absolutely no money from this fiction.

Author's Note: I've just finished watching Hart of Dixie and I am completely obsessed with it, especially Wade. So I, like many other fans, have decided to come on fanfiction and air my personal views on the couple whilst I'm waiting for Season 2. The title for the story was inspired by the song Holding a Heart by Girl Called Toby which fits really well with Wade and Zoe's story. I wholly recommend you have a listen to it. Anyway on with the story!

Title: Holding Hearts

Chapter One: Don't Cry Over Spilt Coffee

"Hey"

Zoe looked at Wade lounging in her bed, fitting in so perfectly and symbolising a new future for her if she just stepped towards him, and tried to smile. But she couldn't seem to get her facial muscles to arrange themselves in the correct pattern. Everything around her now just seemed so small and compressed, and all the thoughts she had closed herself off too over the past couple of days were suddenly pressing down on her like a great weight.

"Hey" he repeated, slower now, "Is everything ok Doc? What did Lavon say? Has something happened? The storm…?"

He scooted to the edge of the bed, tilting his head to try and catch her gaze. Zoe found she couldn't meet his eyes and if the situation had not been so dramatic she might have found it amusing that it was easier to stare at his chest right now. Normally staring at Wade's toned physique was distracting at best but now it was making this situation more bearable.

"It wasn't Lavon" she whispered. Her throat felt suddenly dry, constricted and her voice rasped as she spoke.

"What was that Doc?"

She wished he would stop using his pet name for her. Each time he drawled Doc it was like a knife buried itself in her gut. "It wasn't Lavon. It was George," she replied, her voice small. She looked up at him then but it was Wade's turn to avert his gaze. He wasn't quick enough to hide the tightening of his facial muscles from her and her chest constricted painfully at that small glimpse of his pain.

"And why is Golden Boy Tucker coming here, on his wedding night, in a storm, to see you?" His voice was tight, controlled.

This was the moment that Zoe would always remember as pivotal. The moment were she suddenly felt detached from herself, a spectator watching as she speeded headlong into a crash she could see coming. The moment she began to hurtle forward into a place she didn't want to go but was unable to stop herself as she did.

"George called the wedding off."

Wade was on his feet before she had even finished speaking. He said nothing as he threw his clothes on but he radiated anger with every movement. In her head she knew she should be saying something, anything. Zoe knew her silence was wrong yet she couldn't bring herself to speak, to stop him. She knew she should be reaching out, grabbing his arm and pulling him back towards her yet her arms would not move. Her feet were rooted to the spot and Zoe Hart did nothing but watch as Wade Kinsella stormed out of her house, slamming the door so hard it felt like her very foundations were shaking around her.

George had been expecting the pounding on his door since he had arrived home. There was no limit to the amount of people who would be furious with what he had done. Brick, his Father, Magnolia even. What he did not expect when he opened the door was a soaking wet and furious looking Wade Kinsella standing on his porch.

"Wade are you alright? Do you need to come in?" he asked, immediately concerned for the man in front of him. Wade made no move to enter the house but he glared at George for several long seconds before he finally spoke.

"Why couldn't you just leave it alone," he hissed at the lawyer, "You had Lemon. But George Tucker always gets everything and everyone he wants no matter what. No matter who he stomps on along the way."

"Wade I don't unders-"

"Zoe."

George opened his mouth to speak but that one name and Wade's burning gaze stalled whatever speech he was about to make. Wade took a step closer to him.

"I just came to tell you I'm not going to sit by and let it happen. Not this time."

Then he was turning on his heel and disappearing into the torrential downpour. George heard a door slam and then the screeching of tyres as Wade sped away. He shut the door and fell back against it, head in his hands. Everything had fallen apart.

Zoe avoided everyone's gaze as she walked through the town square that morning. She had no idea what was being said about yesterday's events but she was certain whatever it was she would not be painted in a good light. In the depths of the night when sleep evaded her she had considered another moonlit flit back to New York. If she left she could escape this whole mess. No one would have to get hurt. If she had just left in the first place George would have married Lemon and she would never have slept with Wade. There would be no heart wrenching decision to be made.

But she could not bring herself to leave George alone to deal with all this mess. How unfair of her would it be to have been the reason he called off his wedding and then to disappear without a word?

Then there was Wade…her insides turned to fire every time she thought about him. How he kissed her, how he pulled her close…Would he have been confused and hurt to find her gone today or would he have understood? Or worse still would he have not cared at all? No. She didn't really believe that last night had meant nothing to him but a tiny part of her was scared that that may be the truth. Last night with him had been…electric. Zoe found herself blushing as she recalled his touch on her skin…but now was not a good time to be reminiscing. She just needed to get into her office and hide there until it was safe to come out again. Which knowing Bluebell as she did now was probably never.

There was no one waiting in the practice and even Addie was conspicuously absent when Zoe arrived. She dashed into her office and shut the door as quietly as possible. Turning around she almost dropped the coffee she was holding when she saw who was already in there.

"George…"

He sat facing her across the office, his arms folded across his chest. His face did not betray anything and Zoe was surprised to find herself almost hoping he was there to tell her he'd made a mistake last night and it was Lemon he wanted. Everything would be easier that way. As she stared at him though another part of her began to hope he would leap up and take her in his arms, that he was here to convince her they should be together.

He stood up but didn't move any closer. Zoe shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"Have you been waiting long?" she finally blurted out, unable to stand the loaded silence any more.

"When I saw you last night where you alone?" George asked quietly and all of sudden it felt like it had with Wade last night, like she was on a speeding train headed for a ravine. She knew that she was going to fall but she could do nothing to stop herself.

"No," she whispered.

George looked away from her. "You were with Wade."

"You were getting married," she replied.

"You should have told me. I've made a fool of myself, of Lemon."

"That's not fair George. How was I supposed to know?"

George shook his head. "I ruined fifteen years for you but you fell into bed with Wade like it doesn't even matter. Tell me, what do I do now Zoe? What do I do?"

He stormed across the office and pushed past her. Zoe felt her throat burning and this time she did drop her cup as her hands flew to cover her face. Doctor Zoe Hart stood there in a puddle of leaking crème brulee coffee and finally began to cry.