I am happy to see you liked the prequel to this one. You don't have to read it to know what is going on in this one. However, please do check it out as I have a few more chapters that will follow along with this story told from Jesse's point of view.

I have until chapter 8 done, as that is the current chapter I am working on. They just need to be edited. If there is anything from season 1 that you want to see, let me know and I will work it into the story. I do plan on doing all four seasons, within this story and then some.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hart of Dixie or the characters or even the places within Bluebell. And if something like this has been done already, I do not mean to rip your idea off and I do hope that the idea and the story turn out to be different.

Enjoy!


"This is what you wanted, dude. You can do this," Wade told himself, looking around the empty establishment, letting a low sigh out.

Looking around he was rethinking the whole move. It wasn't that he felt at home in the city; the city was just a place where he lived all of his 28 years of his life. He was ready for a change, and he searched for a bar to own, because that was what he wanted more than anything else. He had started by looking for a place in New York but that had been a complete bust, so he broadened his search. He came across Bluebell when George told him about the little town when they were at the gym.

He had met George at the gym; weeks after George moved to the city and a week later George had stumbled into the bar which Wade worked at and a friendship was born with the bartender and the lawyer. They talked about an array of things, and he had learned about the football legend who lived in the little town, and that made him think that he could give the town a chance. He wasn't one that needed people around him, but the idea of having a friend in the place he was moving to, eased him just a little bit; it wouldn't have mattered if he didn't know anyone he still would've made the move, but if it wasn't for George, he would still be stuck in his rut back in New York.

That's how he found himself standing in the middle of the Rammer Jammer as a manager. He wasn't going to buy until he figured out if he could settle down in the tiny town and call it home. He didn't want to be stuck somewhere he didn't like. And after his talk with Wally, he had learned that as much as the guy was ready to sell his place and move into retirement, he just wasn't ready quite yet and the arrangement worked out for the both of them. He would give it a year and see where it was he stood on the tiny town.

Locking the place up, he walked the empty streets of Bluebell. He found that it was rather shocking to see since it was barely 10:30 at night. The stores he had passed were closed for the night. Wally told him that the Rammer Jammer stays open later, but he wanted to do business with no prying eyes to see what was going on and Wade really liked that idea of it all. He did notice that a light was on at the law firm; he had half a mind to enter and chill with George for a few minutes, but he kept walking, noticing that the practice was still open. He stuffed his hands in his pockets trying to ignore the pretty brunette that was pacing around in front of the practice trying to please whoever was on the other end of the phone call. He gave her a smile and a nod as he passed by, she had returned his smile with a wave, getting tossed back into what looked like a disagreement with whomever it was she was talking to. Seeing her, he thought that maybe the town wouldn't be so bad after all.

The town was quiet, and he didn't think he was enjoying it as much as he had thought he would. He was so use to some sort of noise going on around him at all times of the day, that now he could actually hear the static in his ears, and that did frighten him just a little. For so long he wanted to be away from the noise that plagued his mind and now that he had just that, he didn't think he would ever grow use to it.

He tried to remember what Lavon had told him when he showed up at his door earlier in the evening, when he walked up the steps to the gate house. He had wanted to curse George out when he showed up at Lavon's door, and Lavon had no idea that he was coming in, knew he would be there because he had the gate house ready to be lived in for him, just wasn't aware of when Wade would be getting in. But after that brief awkwardness, he did form a bond of friendship with the guy.

He grabbed a beer from his fridge, tossing the cap in the garbage as he walked outside and sat on his porch watching the night sky as crickets and frogs filled the void of the noise he was so accustomed to. For the first time since he was a little kid, he was starting to become bored; he was so use to being on the go all the time, that getting a chance to rest wasn't heard of for him, and that he had the chance to sit back, relax and enjoy everything around him; he was liking it, but it was on the boring side of things to him.

With his beer half gone, he grabbed his guitar something he didn't have much time to do in the city in the last five years. Music had been his dream at one point in his life, now it wasn't so much a dream but just a hobby he was going to pick back up again now that he was going to have time on his hands. His fingers stilled on the chords when he heard a car pull up; he was going to go in when he heard the voices start to carry, but he went against that because if they had wanted to keep whatever was going on between them a secret they would've done so in the carriage house and not outside where everyone around the place which was just him and maybe Lavon if he was outside could hear, he even argued with himself that they might not have known he was there, but he wasn't doing anything wrong; he was just enjoying the peaceful night on his front porch.


Zoe finished wrapping a little girl's wrist up in a pink wrap. "I'll see you in two weeks," she smiled at the little girl.

"Thanks Dr. Wilkes," Suzie said, hugging Zoe heading out to her mom.

Zoe followed behind, filling Suzie's mom in that nothing serious was wrong, and it was only a sprain, and she'd make an appointment to see Suzie again in two weeks, sooner if her wrist started to hurt even more. Wishing them a goodnight, Zoe went to the reception desk to make the appointment before going to clean up her mess in the exam room.

She was the only doctor on for the night. Brick left early with a family emergency involving his youngest daughter, Magnolia. Harley had the day off. Brick Breeland was Zoe's godfather. Harley was her father; she loved him dearly. Her mom, Candice had lived with them until Zoe was 10. Candice had refused to get married and while that had never bothered Zoe because she had both her parent's, and a very happy and warm home filled with love. However, some of that came crashing down when Candice left leaving them behind. She had gone back to New York, to see if she could work things out with her ex. They had worked things out alright when a year later Candace and Ethan were getting married. Zoe had been mad at her for a good six months because her father wasn't good enough for her mother to marry but somehow Ethan had been. After they had gotten married, they moved to Europe, where Zoe kept in contact with her mom through emails. She had spent half her summers in Europe with her mom and stepfather once she turned 16 the previous years her mom had to come to her, Harley's orders since he had legal custody of Zoe.

But she didn't mind; she wouldn't change anything about her past because that made her, Dr. Zoe Wilkes.

"Hello?" Zoe asked answering her cell, too busy cleaning up from the amount of patients who had been in throughout the day, to look to see who was calling.

"Zoe, dear, it's your Mother," Candice told her.

"Hey, Mom," she greeted in the best chipper voice she could muster up after a long day of work. She put the broom away, stepping outside for some fresh air.

She listened as her mom went on about everything that had been going on since the last time they had talked and Zoe spoke up in the right places. She did enjoy talking with her mom, but sometimes it felt more like a hassle than anything.

"You have to come visit; your father should let you off for a few days," was being spoken in her ear a bit of venom sneaking out.

"I can't stop everything to visit you in Italy because you need a shopping trip," Zoe commented with a small laugh.

"Oh my, didn't I mention that Ethan had been offered the head of surgery at Presbyterian hospital in New York?" Candice questioned her daughter. "No? Well, he has and we've moved back to the city; he's willing to let you come do a trial run to see if you can hack it here," she filled her daughter in.

Zoe started to pace in front of the practice at the words she had heard her mom say. The nerve alone at suggesting she leave the practice, the very practice she loved to work at. In the midst of her inner struggle, she noticed a strange man, a good-looking one at that walk by giving her a smile and friendly nod. She smiled back, giving him a little wave, hearing her mother in her ear once more.

"Mom," she sighed into the phone. "I can come for a visit, but I can't stay. I love working at the practice and nothing you say can change that for me. My home is here in Bluebell, and I don't want that to change. I need you to respect that. Just because you didn't find happiness here doesn't mean I haven't found my happiness here," she explained.

"What about a boyfriend, huh?" Candice questioned, dropping everything else her daughter told her.

"I've got to run, but I'll be in touch to let you know when I can make it to New York," she told her mom. "Love you," she quickly told her mom, hanging up before her mom could press her more on a boyfriend.

Pushing things about a boyfriend out of mind, she finished cleaning up, her thoughts on the guy she saw minutes prior. Was he the guy whom Lavon and George had been talking about? Or was he someone else just coming for a visit? She didn't let her mind wander too far away.

Getting home she really wanted to take a nice hot bubble bath, but before that could happen, she heard a car pull up. She groaned seeing just who pulled up.

"What can I do for you Jonah?" Zoe asked from her porch, noticing the lights were on over at the gate house; she had very little time to think about her new neighbor.

"You know what I want, Zo," he stated a little louder than intended. She shook her head. "We were great together."

"We're better as friends, Jonah. We've dated two different times and both times they ended because we don't have that connection, and I can't fake it. We've been over this," she stressed. She didn't find it very amusing when he started to laugh. "What's so dang funny?" She snapped, her voice trailing through the dark and trees.

"I've got a special girl in my life, Zo, but I'm flattered," he told her through his laughter. "I was talking about us working together," he cleared up. "My uncle needs some personal days, and I know that would leave you the only one working with your dad taking off in a few days for his yearly vacation, and I've got the time to stay until one comes back to help you out, if you want," he explained.

"We did make a great team," she offered her embarrassment subsiding. "That would be amazing, Jonah, thank you," she told him, with a smile.

Walking back into the carriage house, she spared a glance over at the gate house, wondering once more if the hunk from earlier was her new neighbor. Shaking those thoughts about her neighbor from her mind, she headed inside for that warm bubble bath, washing the day away.