I don't own "Hart of Dixie". What I do own is a dorm room that refuses to cool off any (it's currently 79 degrees in here).

It had been a tough day for Zoe Hart. Not only had she not gained any patients, but she got into a yelling match with her mother over the phone. Even though they had made talked things through when she had came down a few weeks back, things were still a little tense between them. Which was why they were getting into fights about little things.

This time it was about Thanksgiving. Her mother wanted Zoe to go back to New York for the holiday, but that would require Zoe take some time off, time off that she really couldn't afford. She needed to stay and gain the trust of the people of Bluebell. She told this much to her mother and that resulted in Mrs. Hart accusing Zoe of putting her career before her family. The conversation deteriorated from there.

Zoe closed her eyes and let out a sigh as she took in the night air. It was cool and calm outside and it was exactly what she needed to calm down. She opened her eyes up just in time to see Wade walk up to her place.

"Hi ya, Doc."

"What are you doing here, Wade?"

He gave her a small smirk. "Is that anyway to talk to a neighbor, particularly one who brings the gift of beer?" He asked as he held up a six pack of beer.

Zoe gave him a suspicious look. "That's why you are here? Just to be a good neighbor?" Wade nodded. "That better be true, because I had a fight with my mom, which puts me in an irritated mood and no mood to put up with your antics."

Wade sat down next to her. "I know about your fight with your mom."

Zoe's shoulders drooped a little. "You do?"

"I think the whole town heard about your fight. It seemed that the window to your office was wide open." Wade replied. He twisted the top of the beer and handed it to Zoe. "Wanna talk about it?"

Zoe took a sip, letting the amber liquid dance on her tongue before swallowing it and answering. "My mom accused me of choosing my career over her."

"Why'd she say that?"

Zoe let out a sigh. "Because I told her I won't go home for Thanksgiving. She wanted me to take a week off of work to go back to New York and be with her. I tried to explain that I couldn't just take time like that off, but she wasn't listening. All she was hearing is "I don't want to spend time with you." It's frustrating!"

"I imagine so." Wade replied. He took a sip of his beer before continuing. "So what do you plan on doing for Thanksgiving then?"

Zoe shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not really sure. I can't cook a turkey and I can't think of anyone who would want to spend a family holiday with me, so I think I'll probably spend it alone and just eat out."

Wade gave her a slight frown. "By yourself? But it's Thanksgiving. That's one of the holidays you need to spend with people who love and care for you."

Zoe let out a slight snort. "That would be rather hard for me in Bluebell. To pretty much everyone besides you and Lavon, I'm the evil outsider, trying to take over your quaint little town."

Wade couldn't help but smile. "Not everyone thinks that. It's just the ones who protest you being here seem to have the louder voices."

"Well, I with the others would speak louder. It would be nice to know that people would actually cared if I succeed or not." Zoe said sounding a little dejected.

"If I told you I cared, would it help?" Wade asked.

Zoe gave him a slight smile. "Maybe a little."

"Well, I care if you succeed or not. Having you here has made Bluebell a little more interesting." Wade said truthfully.

"Thanks." Zoe said. She then did something that surprised Wade; she leaned against him and laid her head on his shoulder. "You're a good friend. You know that, right?"

Wade couldn't help but laugh a little. "I try."

They just sat in companionable silence before Wade spoke again. "I'm not trying to pry or anything, but I can't help but wonder; are you not going back home for Thanksgiving because you are still mad at your mom? I mean, I understand that you can't take a whole week off, but you could take three days off to go up to New York."

Zoe let out a sigh and sat up. "I guess a little. I mean, I grew up believing a lie. I get she felt what she did was right, but I guess I am still a little mad and hurt by it. And I honestly don't think I'll be able to face the rest of my family knowing what I know now."

"Might I recommend something?" Wade asked. Zoe only nodded. "Don't hold onto this anger. She's your mother and your family. You need to spend time with her and appreciate her while you still can. There ain't nothing I wouldn't give up to have my mom back again."

"Yeah, I know. And I'll probably go back to New York for Christmas. I just need a little more time." Zoe admitted.

Wade gave her one of his smiles. "Good."

They returned to the silence for a while, enjoying the calm night, the cool beer and each other's company.

"By the way, does your mom still think I am your boyfriend."

Zoe shot Wade a glare. "No, thank goodness. It took me forever to convince her that you were lying just to annoy me."

Wade let out a laugh. "I couldn't help myself; it was just too easy."

Zoe smacked his shoulder lightly. "Shut up, it's not funny! Because even though I convinced my mother there is nothing going on between us, she thinks you like me."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Yes! Because now she's gonna nag me about you for the next month!"

Wade laughed again. "Good, I like it when I'm on your mind." He froze when he realized that he said it out loud. He cleared his throat before saying, "Well, I think I better head out. You have work in the morning and I have a fishing spot calling my name that I plan on spending as much time as possible with tomorrow." He stood up and took a few steps before turning around and leaning against the railing. "Listen, since you are gonna be here for Thanksgiving, you wanna spend with me and Lavon? It's usually only the two of us, eating turkey and watching the Lions- Packers game."

Zoe gave him an apprehensive look. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to barge in on your guys' tradition."

Wade gave her a grin. "Trust me, it's not a problem. I'll let Lavon know you are coming to Thanksgiving at breakfast, okay?"

Zoe gave a tentative nod. "Okay."

"Kay. I'll see ya in the morning. Night, Doc. Hope you have sweet dreams."

"Good night, Wade."

And then he was gone, leaving Zoe alone on her porch. She couldn't help but think what her mother had said to her over the phone earlier about her neighbor.

"I saw the look in his eyes when he kissed you on your head. Mark my words, that boy is crazy about you."

Zoe wondered briefly if she was right or not. She shook her head. "Nah, mom's just seeing what she wants to see." Zoe said out loud. She then stood up and went back into her house, not knowing that Wade had waited to go into his place until she did. Once she was out of his sight, Wade too, went inside, fully knowing Lavon was going to give him a hard time about inviting Zoe to Thanksgiving.

I originally was going to try and work the ending scene of "The Undead and The Unsaid" (the scene where Wade smacks Zoe on the butt) but it just wasn't working with the storyline. So I scrapped it and wrote this. I feel that it works (it was better than watching the Detroit Lions get pounded).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave a review and happy reading!