Authors note: Hmmmm. Yeah, so I was amussed that Gilbert didn't have any
siblinings. So I made one up by the name of Thom. Ages and stuff may be
jumbled up or out of order….if so please tell me! It is set the day before
Fred and Diana's wedding. Please tell me if I have something wrong –
because I have a voice at the back of my head saying something has been
stuffed up! (
Missing scene .03
"Its so good to have you home! Oh my dear son – I Have missed you, missed you so much!" Cried Mrs. Blythe. Her small body hugged her son of twenty nine into her arms, cooing her relief to have him back. "Oh your father will be pleased to see you – you will stay to see him won't you Thom? He will be glad too see you, he does miss you as much as myself and Gilbert to." His mothers pleas were answered with mixed emotion. He removed himself from her arms, and turned his attention to the kitchen window.
"Is Gilbert about?"
"I think he is outside mopping at the woodpile." Mrs. Blythe did not push on the subject of her husband and her son, Thom. Her pleas, no matter how frequent, were useless.
"mopping?"
"Much has happened since you have left."
Thom wandered from the house, under his mothers eye, until she lost him beyond the pines of the first gate. He followed the sound of the old axe hitting the worn stump. Many nights he had spent his afternoons before winter began chopping wood, ready to stack for the cold nights. The wood pile sat behind the woodshed. Sure enough was Gilbert, Thom's younger brother. It had been six years since he had seen him, he was but eighteen. It was a brief meeting, he had come home intending to work things out. But things went in the other direction, and he left, again. Vowing never to come back. However the clannish nature drew him back, and here he was studying the young boy whom he once was had vanished. Thom almost let out a laugh when he saw how tall his baby brother was! And how grown up he was. His hair was darker, and his skin was darker. It was the two of the three physical differences they had. Thom had blonde hair and a fairer complexion to that of Gilbert. He also had dark brown eyes, and not the hazel eyes. He did however obtain the stubbornness that the male Blythes all obtained which perhaps was the reason of so many fights between the two. And also his sudden departure from home.
Gilbert was obviously concentrating hard, his entire attention was on how hard he hit the wood. He grabbed the wood, placed it on the stump, raised the axe and hit the wood with such anger. Such angst. What could be troubling Gilbert? The brother who would always be laughing? A smile on his face?
"Your doing it all wrong Gilbert, you only need to hit the block of wood and not split the stump underneath!"
Gilbert looked in the direction of the voice, and with delight saw his brother walking over hands resting deep in his trouser pockets. "Thom! When did you get here?" Gilbert shook his hand, a clear smile on his face.
"About an hour ago, I walked form the station. Thought I would give ol' mother a bit of surprise."
"How long you here for? How was your journey?"
"I'm here for as long as I can, and my journey was good. Clara is at home with the children –"
"Dad is going to think you are here for money."
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"Clara – mother perhaps. There the only two that could get you here."
Thom scoffed and took Gilbert under his arm. "What? You don't think I came to see my baby brother?" he begun ruffling Gilbert hair while the victim was yelling for him to stop it. "huh? What give? Stop it? This isn't Gilbert. Gilbert would have me thrown on the ground and trying to break my ribs!" Thom let go of Gilbert. "So what is wrong with you? Mother said you were down here mopping."
Gilbert took his shirt from ground, next to the stump and patted the perspiration from his face and neck. "Mopping?"
"I wouldn't call it mopping after seeing you hit those piece of wood. You were being pretty brutal – that wood didn't do anything to you." Gilbert looked at him from the corner of his eyes. "Is it a girl?"
"A girl? A girl?!" Gilbert took a piece of wood and placed it onto the stump, slamming the axe onto it. "For centuries it has always been girls – women. Disturbing our minds, casting spells over our hearts. I crawl away home and she is here." He pointed to his head and then his heart "And here." He took another piece of wood and placed it onto the stump. "And out there," bang again on the wood. "—around Avonlea. At the postoffice. At the general store. Walking along the road. Next year she will be at Redmond again. She is killing me, literally, driving me insane. If you – if you hadn't have run off. You would have gone with father to Alberta. I would have stayed at school and finished by the time she cam to Avonlea. And I – I wouldn't be going through this."
Thom splurted out, "Blaming me? You can't blame me."
"If you could even understand, if this was you in my shoes, you would blame me." Gilbert sighed, and took comfort on the stump leaning the axe against it. "forget it, forget it. Lets here about you? What have you been up too? Your letters only come every three times a year that…"
Thom intercepted quickly, knowing too well that Gilbert was changing the subject. "Is she beautiful?" Gilbert gave no verbal answer, only nodded. "Do you love her?"
"Yes – yes I do. But she loves someone else, another man who has more prestige, more wealth, and can write sonnets."
"Does she know? Does she know that you love her?"
He sighed, "Yes. I confessed all. Asked her to be my wife – asked her to wait – asked her if she could ever care for me in that way."
"—and?"
"And would I be standing here, mopping, as mother calls it? I would be over at Green Gables.." Thom immediately looked up, knowing whom his brothers heart was with. "…with her, talking to her, holding her hand – and even kiss her. Oh to kiss her lips. We can barely stand in the same room, one hundred people between us. Her on one side myself on the other, and, and there is still awkwardness."
"Anne of Green Gables? Were you not her sworn enemy? At least you were when I was here last. You were eighteen and she was fifteen – you hated her with a passion."
"I only ever hated her because I couldn't be her friend. I was like a baby when he doesn't get what he wants so I hated her. But – but she swallowed her pride and we became the best of friends. I swear she was my best friend, better than moody or Charlie ever was. Till I ruined it all. I'm such a fool!"
Thom looked confused "If you were such good chums then – I don't see why she didn't agree to be your wife."
"Anne – Anne is a dreamer. A beautiful dreamer. She has an ideal about everything. Her house of dreams is a Spanish castle, with no doubt a prince there for her. As she began to paint that castle I began too see myself there. But as time wound on I imagined us living in some town, in a house with a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends and her! But bloody Royal Gardiner…"
"Royal? What -- excuse me -- what kind of name is that?" asked Thom in between spouts of laughter.
Gilbert saw the humor in it, "Sounds European. I've seen a great many odd names at the hospital I study at – but nothing as odd as Royal. It suits him though, he is a sissy. I could beat him down with one fist. He would probably go to his mother and cry!" ended Gilbert with a laugh.
There laughter drowned away and the original mood of the conversation fell over them. Thom looked over at his brother, who had his head resting on his hands sighing.
"I see her tomorrow you know?" Said Gilbert. "Diana and Fred are getting married tomorrow. I am the best man and Anne is to be the maid of honor." Never in all of Thoms life had he seen anyone as in love as his brother was, and, for a split second he hated him for it. He was glad Anne had not said yes, for, if they were to get married it would be too rich of a love affair. One which he would envy and wish his own marriage was like that. Thom could not inflict his own martial problems onto his brother who was already in the depths of sadness.
"'So wags the world away'" quoted Thom.
"huh?" queried Gilbert.
"It's the only damn thing I remember from school. I don't know what it means. But you are the smart one Gilbert. You figure it out."
"What do you think it means?"
"Truthfully? To forget all the world and persist in what you believe in. If something has gone horribly bloody wrong – than fate will answer to it." He snorted. "sounds like a load of bullocks eh?"
Gilbert only nodded and began to say "no – no. Its…."
"Hope?"
1 The End
Missing scene .03
"Its so good to have you home! Oh my dear son – I Have missed you, missed you so much!" Cried Mrs. Blythe. Her small body hugged her son of twenty nine into her arms, cooing her relief to have him back. "Oh your father will be pleased to see you – you will stay to see him won't you Thom? He will be glad too see you, he does miss you as much as myself and Gilbert to." His mothers pleas were answered with mixed emotion. He removed himself from her arms, and turned his attention to the kitchen window.
"Is Gilbert about?"
"I think he is outside mopping at the woodpile." Mrs. Blythe did not push on the subject of her husband and her son, Thom. Her pleas, no matter how frequent, were useless.
"mopping?"
"Much has happened since you have left."
Thom wandered from the house, under his mothers eye, until she lost him beyond the pines of the first gate. He followed the sound of the old axe hitting the worn stump. Many nights he had spent his afternoons before winter began chopping wood, ready to stack for the cold nights. The wood pile sat behind the woodshed. Sure enough was Gilbert, Thom's younger brother. It had been six years since he had seen him, he was but eighteen. It was a brief meeting, he had come home intending to work things out. But things went in the other direction, and he left, again. Vowing never to come back. However the clannish nature drew him back, and here he was studying the young boy whom he once was had vanished. Thom almost let out a laugh when he saw how tall his baby brother was! And how grown up he was. His hair was darker, and his skin was darker. It was the two of the three physical differences they had. Thom had blonde hair and a fairer complexion to that of Gilbert. He also had dark brown eyes, and not the hazel eyes. He did however obtain the stubbornness that the male Blythes all obtained which perhaps was the reason of so many fights between the two. And also his sudden departure from home.
Gilbert was obviously concentrating hard, his entire attention was on how hard he hit the wood. He grabbed the wood, placed it on the stump, raised the axe and hit the wood with such anger. Such angst. What could be troubling Gilbert? The brother who would always be laughing? A smile on his face?
"Your doing it all wrong Gilbert, you only need to hit the block of wood and not split the stump underneath!"
Gilbert looked in the direction of the voice, and with delight saw his brother walking over hands resting deep in his trouser pockets. "Thom! When did you get here?" Gilbert shook his hand, a clear smile on his face.
"About an hour ago, I walked form the station. Thought I would give ol' mother a bit of surprise."
"How long you here for? How was your journey?"
"I'm here for as long as I can, and my journey was good. Clara is at home with the children –"
"Dad is going to think you are here for money."
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"Clara – mother perhaps. There the only two that could get you here."
Thom scoffed and took Gilbert under his arm. "What? You don't think I came to see my baby brother?" he begun ruffling Gilbert hair while the victim was yelling for him to stop it. "huh? What give? Stop it? This isn't Gilbert. Gilbert would have me thrown on the ground and trying to break my ribs!" Thom let go of Gilbert. "So what is wrong with you? Mother said you were down here mopping."
Gilbert took his shirt from ground, next to the stump and patted the perspiration from his face and neck. "Mopping?"
"I wouldn't call it mopping after seeing you hit those piece of wood. You were being pretty brutal – that wood didn't do anything to you." Gilbert looked at him from the corner of his eyes. "Is it a girl?"
"A girl? A girl?!" Gilbert took a piece of wood and placed it onto the stump, slamming the axe onto it. "For centuries it has always been girls – women. Disturbing our minds, casting spells over our hearts. I crawl away home and she is here." He pointed to his head and then his heart "And here." He took another piece of wood and placed it onto the stump. "And out there," bang again on the wood. "—around Avonlea. At the postoffice. At the general store. Walking along the road. Next year she will be at Redmond again. She is killing me, literally, driving me insane. If you – if you hadn't have run off. You would have gone with father to Alberta. I would have stayed at school and finished by the time she cam to Avonlea. And I – I wouldn't be going through this."
Thom splurted out, "Blaming me? You can't blame me."
"If you could even understand, if this was you in my shoes, you would blame me." Gilbert sighed, and took comfort on the stump leaning the axe against it. "forget it, forget it. Lets here about you? What have you been up too? Your letters only come every three times a year that…"
Thom intercepted quickly, knowing too well that Gilbert was changing the subject. "Is she beautiful?" Gilbert gave no verbal answer, only nodded. "Do you love her?"
"Yes – yes I do. But she loves someone else, another man who has more prestige, more wealth, and can write sonnets."
"Does she know? Does she know that you love her?"
He sighed, "Yes. I confessed all. Asked her to be my wife – asked her to wait – asked her if she could ever care for me in that way."
"—and?"
"And would I be standing here, mopping, as mother calls it? I would be over at Green Gables.." Thom immediately looked up, knowing whom his brothers heart was with. "…with her, talking to her, holding her hand – and even kiss her. Oh to kiss her lips. We can barely stand in the same room, one hundred people between us. Her on one side myself on the other, and, and there is still awkwardness."
"Anne of Green Gables? Were you not her sworn enemy? At least you were when I was here last. You were eighteen and she was fifteen – you hated her with a passion."
"I only ever hated her because I couldn't be her friend. I was like a baby when he doesn't get what he wants so I hated her. But – but she swallowed her pride and we became the best of friends. I swear she was my best friend, better than moody or Charlie ever was. Till I ruined it all. I'm such a fool!"
Thom looked confused "If you were such good chums then – I don't see why she didn't agree to be your wife."
"Anne – Anne is a dreamer. A beautiful dreamer. She has an ideal about everything. Her house of dreams is a Spanish castle, with no doubt a prince there for her. As she began to paint that castle I began too see myself there. But as time wound on I imagined us living in some town, in a house with a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends and her! But bloody Royal Gardiner…"
"Royal? What -- excuse me -- what kind of name is that?" asked Thom in between spouts of laughter.
Gilbert saw the humor in it, "Sounds European. I've seen a great many odd names at the hospital I study at – but nothing as odd as Royal. It suits him though, he is a sissy. I could beat him down with one fist. He would probably go to his mother and cry!" ended Gilbert with a laugh.
There laughter drowned away and the original mood of the conversation fell over them. Thom looked over at his brother, who had his head resting on his hands sighing.
"I see her tomorrow you know?" Said Gilbert. "Diana and Fred are getting married tomorrow. I am the best man and Anne is to be the maid of honor." Never in all of Thoms life had he seen anyone as in love as his brother was, and, for a split second he hated him for it. He was glad Anne had not said yes, for, if they were to get married it would be too rich of a love affair. One which he would envy and wish his own marriage was like that. Thom could not inflict his own martial problems onto his brother who was already in the depths of sadness.
"'So wags the world away'" quoted Thom.
"huh?" queried Gilbert.
"It's the only damn thing I remember from school. I don't know what it means. But you are the smart one Gilbert. You figure it out."
"What do you think it means?"
"Truthfully? To forget all the world and persist in what you believe in. If something has gone horribly bloody wrong – than fate will answer to it." He snorted. "sounds like a load of bullocks eh?"
Gilbert only nodded and began to say "no – no. Its…."
"Hope?"
1 The End