We Always Come Back Home a GWTW story
By MmmMmmGood
Disclaimer: I don't own Scarlett. I don't own Rhett. I don't own Colum, Rosaleen, Bridie, or anyone else that is not owned by me. If I did, I would make them behave better and get rid of the writer's block that has taken over my brain for the last 9 months. Thank you. I am sooo sorry that I have not written, but I have been super duper pooper scooper busy. Tra-la!
Oh yeah. okay, for all y'all Harry Potter Fanficers and others, have you noticed that HP is the ONLY place where characters routinly smirk? JK! You have started a writing trend! Lily smirked, James smirked, Draco smirked, all gods's chillin done SMIRKED! AHHHHHHH! Ok, mebbe I should have put that on my HP STORY! GO READ IT! SHAMELESS PLUG!
Scarlett knew that her million dollars would be decreased if she wanted to be an O'Hara. She had cried bitter tears over her fortune, the way of getting it, and then the fact that she knew she must part with it. Her family was farmers, and had land, but it was an undesirable situation. At least in Scarlett's eyes, used to the hundreds of acres, every "good" family would own their own land, and farm it. Not like the O'Hara's, who rented. However, Scarlett was glad that at least she understood the situation. She knew of sharecropping, because it had been done in the South, but still thought it beneath her and her family. Scarlett had not realized that she wasn't the belle of the ball anymore, but an almost middle aged lady! Scarlett could fix the family situation, she was sure of it. As an O'Hara she had the pride of the land and pride of her family, and wanted it to do justice to her.
Scarlett had not forgotten that she would not be able to wear pretty clothes for at least a year. She was used to being the most fashionably dressed lady around, and it stung her that she would look common, like everyone else. But Scarlett was too stubborn to care. She would not let Rhett take over her life! If having a dead husband was the escape from America, so be it. If being in Ireland meant that she would be in mourning, then she would jut have to learn to love black. She was too happy in Ireland to leave for a few beautiful clothes. Moreover, she would not need to go back to America to her dressmakers for new black clothes either. That would ensure that no one she knew would find out about her new life. All dressmakers knew how to make quick and easy mourning for a widow, so Scarlett knew that she would be able to find something to wear, even if a "country bumpkin" made it.
The fresh air and good food made Scarlett feel healthy, and ready to carry a baby without keeling over. Also, the lack of corsets helped. Scarlett had not been able to resist buying a few local costumes, as she thought of them, and now wore them like the locals, with no cages underneath.
Scarlett felt the need to prove herself in the O'Hara's eyes, as she had proved herself in the South. At least here, Scarlett had surmised, the people didn't consider a woman who could work and talk of money "like a man" unladylike. It was an admired skill. They just assumed that she was a businesswoman. That was what Scarlett had told them, that she had to take over her husband's business after his death, to provide for the coming baby. Only Colum would ever know about her shameful past, Scarlett vowed. And he would never really know it all. The emotions, the need for strength that only Rhett could provide were hidden in the depths of her very being. The facts were out for Colum to see, but only the facts.
"Oh, Bridie! This is such a clean place! And with such lovely clothes!" She loved the loose clothes, and since her baby was beginning to show, she needed the extra room to hide her pregnancy, at least until she could break the news.
"Yes Scarlett Darling, but wait until we reach home to buy new clothes." Bridie had recognized the impulsive stubbornness of Scarlett's nature, as the O'Hara in her, and was afraid that without her and Colum's guidance, Scarlett would be an embarrassment to them all, and just when she needed to make a good impression at Trim and Adamstown.
-Fin-
Disclaimer: I don't own Scarlett. I don't own Rhett. I don't own Colum, Rosaleen, Bridie, or anyone else that is not owned by me. If I did, I would make them behave better and get rid of the writer's block that has taken over my brain for the last 9 months. Thank you. I am sooo sorry that I have not written, but I have been super duper pooper scooper busy. Tra-la!
Oh yeah. okay, for all y'all Harry Potter Fanficers and others, have you noticed that HP is the ONLY place where characters routinly smirk? JK! You have started a writing trend! Lily smirked, James smirked, Draco smirked, all gods's chillin done SMIRKED! AHHHHHHH! Ok, mebbe I should have put that on my HP STORY! GO READ IT! SHAMELESS PLUG!
Scarlett knew that her million dollars would be decreased if she wanted to be an O'Hara. She had cried bitter tears over her fortune, the way of getting it, and then the fact that she knew she must part with it. Her family was farmers, and had land, but it was an undesirable situation. At least in Scarlett's eyes, used to the hundreds of acres, every "good" family would own their own land, and farm it. Not like the O'Hara's, who rented. However, Scarlett was glad that at least she understood the situation. She knew of sharecropping, because it had been done in the South, but still thought it beneath her and her family. Scarlett had not realized that she wasn't the belle of the ball anymore, but an almost middle aged lady! Scarlett could fix the family situation, she was sure of it. As an O'Hara she had the pride of the land and pride of her family, and wanted it to do justice to her.
Scarlett had not forgotten that she would not be able to wear pretty clothes for at least a year. She was used to being the most fashionably dressed lady around, and it stung her that she would look common, like everyone else. But Scarlett was too stubborn to care. She would not let Rhett take over her life! If having a dead husband was the escape from America, so be it. If being in Ireland meant that she would be in mourning, then she would jut have to learn to love black. She was too happy in Ireland to leave for a few beautiful clothes. Moreover, she would not need to go back to America to her dressmakers for new black clothes either. That would ensure that no one she knew would find out about her new life. All dressmakers knew how to make quick and easy mourning for a widow, so Scarlett knew that she would be able to find something to wear, even if a "country bumpkin" made it.
The fresh air and good food made Scarlett feel healthy, and ready to carry a baby without keeling over. Also, the lack of corsets helped. Scarlett had not been able to resist buying a few local costumes, as she thought of them, and now wore them like the locals, with no cages underneath.
Scarlett felt the need to prove herself in the O'Hara's eyes, as she had proved herself in the South. At least here, Scarlett had surmised, the people didn't consider a woman who could work and talk of money "like a man" unladylike. It was an admired skill. They just assumed that she was a businesswoman. That was what Scarlett had told them, that she had to take over her husband's business after his death, to provide for the coming baby. Only Colum would ever know about her shameful past, Scarlett vowed. And he would never really know it all. The emotions, the need for strength that only Rhett could provide were hidden in the depths of her very being. The facts were out for Colum to see, but only the facts.
"Oh, Bridie! This is such a clean place! And with such lovely clothes!" She loved the loose clothes, and since her baby was beginning to show, she needed the extra room to hide her pregnancy, at least until she could break the news.
"Yes Scarlett Darling, but wait until we reach home to buy new clothes." Bridie had recognized the impulsive stubbornness of Scarlett's nature, as the O'Hara in her, and was afraid that without her and Colum's guidance, Scarlett would be an embarrassment to them all, and just when she needed to make a good impression at Trim and Adamstown.
-Fin-