I got this idea yesterday. I have a million ideas in my head and want to get some down to see what you guys think. Please review and I own nothing 'cept stuff I make up!

"Is this," the short captain said as he looked at the grimy scrap of paper in his hand, "Tara? And are you a Miss Scarlett O'Hara?"

Scarlett looked at the dirty captain in her doorway. His once proud gray uniform was now patched with blue fabric and clumsy stitching.

'What has happened to the proud state that used to be Georgia?' Scarlett thought to herself as she controlled herself not to cry.

"Yes, it is and I am. Why are you here, Captain?"

He cleared his throat, "I'm Captain Jim Henson, ma'am. There's a soldier here, he asked to be brought her. Said he knew a Scarlett O'Hara. I was wondering if you wanted to take him."

She scanned her brain for any soldiers she knew near here but the only soldier she could think of was the dead Yankee lying under the arbor. That and Ashley and no, it couldn't be!

Her eyes widened. "Who, who is he?" her voice shook as she spoke.

He looked at the paper again. "Butler, ma'am, Captain Rhett Butler."

Her hand went to her heart. "Will you take him, ma'am?"

She struggled to not faint. "Yes- yes, Captain." She tried to think straight amid the horrid thoughts in her mind. "Pork?" she called up the stairs. The tall black man walked into the receiving room where the captain and Scarlett stood.

"Yes'm?"

"Can you- can you take this man up to the room. Second on the left."

"Yes'm." He led the captain up the stairs and she saw two other men carry a stretcher in. 'How did they do this?' her mind screamed, but then she remembered that this was Rhett Butler. 'His money.'

The man on the stretcher was not the man who had left her on the way to Tara. His once smooth and dark face with joking black eyes was pale and twisted in pain. His eyes were closed and Scarlett imagined them dull and flat against his pale skin. It was now only a shade or two darker than her own was.

She grabbed the railing and quietly followed the small parade up the stairs. Pork led them to the room and as soon as she entered, Scarlett almost screamed. Without thinking, she had put Rhett in the room beside hers. The one with a door that lead to her room. Rhett Butler, connected to her room? It was unheard of and Scarlett again almost screamed.

The two other men placed Rhett on the wide bed and left. The captain lifted his hat and left as well.

Scarlett walked beside the bed and placed a cold hand on Rhett forehead. "Fever," she whispered to herself. "Pork, go and get me some cold water, a cloth, and Melly."

Melanie had been recovering well since having a baby and had seemed to like nursing before. Maybe she could help.

Pork left and Scarlett kept her hand where it was. Until the cloth and water came, the best thing to do would to be to have a cold hand on a warm forehead.

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Rhett felt something cold press against his aching head and opened his eyes ever so slightly. He saw black curls and what had been haunting him since the day he had last kissed Scarlett. Emerald green eyes.

"Scarlett," he said so softly Scarlett, who was only a foot or two away, couldn't hear it.

GWTWROXGWTWROXGWTWROX

Melanie opened the door slowly and lifted her face to see the guest. When she saw his face her heart shaped face broke into a smile and she fell into his arms.