"The Long Road"
AUTHOR: Melly (otherwise know as, RHETTLOVER!)
RATING: PG.I think!
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own GWTW, (unfortunately!) (
TIMELINE: After Scarlett has arrived at Tara during the War.
SYNOPSIS: You do not need one anymore!!
DISTRIBUTION: scarlettonline.com, fanfiction.net, network54.com.etc.
NOTE: This one is a midget. SORRY!
CHAPTER: 4..Sitting at her Feet
Sunlight danced around Scarlett's cream-colored walls. She awoke slowly,
savoring that wonderful feeling of waking up knowing the day is new. When she fully
awoke, she stretched out on her back and yawned loudly. She pulled herself up from the
bed and opened the windows to let in the sunlight's rays. 'I must have overslept!' Scarlett
thought as she looked at the pale sun near the middle of the sky. How could it be noon?
As she walked towards the door, she felt a sudden lurching in her stomach. Bending over,
she grabbed at her muscle and breathed in deeply. No wonder, she thought herself. 'I
haven't had anything since breakfast yesterday.' This was usually natural to Scarlett
considering the fact that she often skipped meals to give a share to the others that were
sick.
Scarlett walked lightly down the hall and a feeling of happiness this
morning, which usually was not the case. When she entered the parlor, she plopped down
on the settee and elevated her feet on the cushion. Humming softly to herself, she fiddled
with the lace on her nightgown, finding much interest in it.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Scarlett heard footsteps coming up the
hall. "Good Morning!" she called as they entered the parlor, not noticing who came in.
Keeping her eyes closed, he felt a slight decline to the settee and looked up to see Rhett
lounging next to her feet. Remembering the last time she was with Rhett she began
blushing the color of her name. Rhett, being the observant man that he is, noticed this and
began laughing. This made Scarlett feel comfortable enough to star4t a conversation with
him.
"Did I miss anything last night at dinner?" she questioned laughing
herself.
Rhett's face became serious as he asked "Scarlett, you shouldn't be
skipping meals," Scarlett laughed at this and replied "Rhett, how nice of you to worry!"
His face now had a smirk on it but Scarlett continued any way. "I do it a lot Rhett. There
are people in this house that need that food more than I do."
Rhett was surprised. It did not seem like Scarlett to be thinking of
someone besides her own precious hide. Deciding to not argue with her, he approached a
different, yet serious subject. "I can't help but ask, Scarlett. What was your purpose of
leaving yesterday during that intimate moment we were sharing."
Scarlett stared into those black orbs with a look of surprise on her face.
She hoped against hope that he would not ask. She could not just tell him that she was
thinking about Ashley and that she did not want to get pleasure from a man she did not
love. Scarlett opened her mouth and tried to speak. "Well.I.I'm" Her muttering was
cut off by a stomp.
Miz Scarlett, whut you doin' here." Mammy came trudging through the door and
placed her hands on her hips. "You knows better than to be wearin' yo nightgown in the
presence of a gempmum," Mammy pouted.
Scarlett gathered herself up, relieved that she didn't have to answer
Rhett's penetrating question. "Sorry Mammy," Scarlett replied insincerely. Mammy's
sharp gaze followed Scarlett out the parlor door. Scarlett turned and ran up the stairs to get
dressed as fast as she could and laughed inwardly as she heard Mammy scolding Rhett
about sitting at a lady's feet.
Scarlett changed in to her daily apparel of a stained, dirty and very
wrinkled calico frock. Doing her hair up as best as she could without Prissy, she stepped
out of he door praying that today would be a solider-free day. She was certainly tired of
taking care of others though she didn't really mind doctoring them. Being the belle she
was, she would flirt and laugh with the few men that had speaking abilities. Scarlett had a
full day of work ahead and was glad that Rhett was here to help now that he was better.
When she reached downstairs she was surprised to see everyone waiting
for her in the hall, including Rhett. Casting her eyes in a different direction, she set
everyone off on their orders. Pa would tend to there one and only horse that the Yankees
managed to leave behind. Suellen
and Careen were still overcoming the effects of the Typhoid but would help Prissy in
picking cotton while Mammy washed the clothes and made soap. Dilcey and Pork were in
town buying supplies with the $50 Rhett gave them for their hospitality. That, of course,
left Rhett and Scarlett with plowing. Scarlett knew it would be a long day.
TOLD YOU IT WAS SHORT!
AUTHOR: Melly (otherwise know as, RHETTLOVER!)
RATING: PG.I think!
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own GWTW, (unfortunately!) (
TIMELINE: After Scarlett has arrived at Tara during the War.
SYNOPSIS: You do not need one anymore!!
DISTRIBUTION: scarlettonline.com, fanfiction.net, network54.com.etc.
NOTE: This one is a midget. SORRY!
CHAPTER: 4..Sitting at her Feet
Sunlight danced around Scarlett's cream-colored walls. She awoke slowly,
savoring that wonderful feeling of waking up knowing the day is new. When she fully
awoke, she stretched out on her back and yawned loudly. She pulled herself up from the
bed and opened the windows to let in the sunlight's rays. 'I must have overslept!' Scarlett
thought as she looked at the pale sun near the middle of the sky. How could it be noon?
As she walked towards the door, she felt a sudden lurching in her stomach. Bending over,
she grabbed at her muscle and breathed in deeply. No wonder, she thought herself. 'I
haven't had anything since breakfast yesterday.' This was usually natural to Scarlett
considering the fact that she often skipped meals to give a share to the others that were
sick.
Scarlett walked lightly down the hall and a feeling of happiness this
morning, which usually was not the case. When she entered the parlor, she plopped down
on the settee and elevated her feet on the cushion. Humming softly to herself, she fiddled
with the lace on her nightgown, finding much interest in it.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Scarlett heard footsteps coming up the
hall. "Good Morning!" she called as they entered the parlor, not noticing who came in.
Keeping her eyes closed, he felt a slight decline to the settee and looked up to see Rhett
lounging next to her feet. Remembering the last time she was with Rhett she began
blushing the color of her name. Rhett, being the observant man that he is, noticed this and
began laughing. This made Scarlett feel comfortable enough to star4t a conversation with
him.
"Did I miss anything last night at dinner?" she questioned laughing
herself.
Rhett's face became serious as he asked "Scarlett, you shouldn't be
skipping meals," Scarlett laughed at this and replied "Rhett, how nice of you to worry!"
His face now had a smirk on it but Scarlett continued any way. "I do it a lot Rhett. There
are people in this house that need that food more than I do."
Rhett was surprised. It did not seem like Scarlett to be thinking of
someone besides her own precious hide. Deciding to not argue with her, he approached a
different, yet serious subject. "I can't help but ask, Scarlett. What was your purpose of
leaving yesterday during that intimate moment we were sharing."
Scarlett stared into those black orbs with a look of surprise on her face.
She hoped against hope that he would not ask. She could not just tell him that she was
thinking about Ashley and that she did not want to get pleasure from a man she did not
love. Scarlett opened her mouth and tried to speak. "Well.I.I'm" Her muttering was
cut off by a stomp.
Miz Scarlett, whut you doin' here." Mammy came trudging through the door and
placed her hands on her hips. "You knows better than to be wearin' yo nightgown in the
presence of a gempmum," Mammy pouted.
Scarlett gathered herself up, relieved that she didn't have to answer
Rhett's penetrating question. "Sorry Mammy," Scarlett replied insincerely. Mammy's
sharp gaze followed Scarlett out the parlor door. Scarlett turned and ran up the stairs to get
dressed as fast as she could and laughed inwardly as she heard Mammy scolding Rhett
about sitting at a lady's feet.
Scarlett changed in to her daily apparel of a stained, dirty and very
wrinkled calico frock. Doing her hair up as best as she could without Prissy, she stepped
out of he door praying that today would be a solider-free day. She was certainly tired of
taking care of others though she didn't really mind doctoring them. Being the belle she
was, she would flirt and laugh with the few men that had speaking abilities. Scarlett had a
full day of work ahead and was glad that Rhett was here to help now that he was better.
When she reached downstairs she was surprised to see everyone waiting
for her in the hall, including Rhett. Casting her eyes in a different direction, she set
everyone off on their orders. Pa would tend to there one and only horse that the Yankees
managed to leave behind. Suellen
and Careen were still overcoming the effects of the Typhoid but would help Prissy in
picking cotton while Mammy washed the clothes and made soap. Dilcey and Pork were in
town buying supplies with the $50 Rhett gave them for their hospitality. That, of course,
left Rhett and Scarlett with plowing. Scarlett knew it would be a long day.
TOLD YOU IT WAS SHORT!
