A/N: This is an AU fiction, although I am not really sure what it means,
someone told me that they thought it was. ::cough cough:: BlackPhoenixTears
::cough cough:: lol If someone would inform me on what exactly AU means, I
would be very much obliged. ***** Oh yeah, and Rhett knows about Cat, and
visits once in a while (much to Scarlett's pleasure.lol) He lives in
Dublin, with his wife, Anne and their two children, Rhett Jr. and
Melanie(much to Scarlett's displeasure, lol). ******
Oh yeah, "This" would be someone talking, and 'this' is someone thinking
Disclaimer: Good Stuff: MM or Alexandra Ripley (people don't give her much praise), Crappy Stuff: Mine. 'Nuff said.
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Chapter 3- Many, many thoughts, on both parts
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Seamus and Cat walked down the main street of Barton silently, both too busy sucking on peppermint to really make conversation. As they strolled leisurely to the O'Briens' house, Cat processed the events of the day. 'I still don't believe that Eli loves me,' she thought, 'I can't believe it.'
Distracted by this thought, Cat didn't see the pothole in the road directly in front of her. She stepped in it, and winced in pain as she fell. Luckily, Seamus realized that Cat was falling even before she did, and caught her only inches away from the hard dirt road. As she fell into his strong, brown arms, Cat couldn't help but think of just how deep his dark blue eyes were, like the night sky. A tingling sensation erupted in her spine, something that never happened before.
"Oh-oh, thank you." Cat stuttered as she blushed severely. "Owww, oh no, I think that I broke my ankle!"
Seamus immediately set her gently on the ground as he felt her slender ankle. "It's just twisted, but it would be best not to walk on it."
Cat's thoughts brightened as she thought of being carried to her cousin's house by such strong, capable arms, then blushed to a deep shade of red, and immediately dismissed that thought as she looked at her horse.
"Do you think that you could ride the rest of the way?" Seamus asked, 'Please say no, please say no,' he thought instantly.
"I don't know, I could try."
As Seamus lifted her up onto the horse, Cat couldn't help but feel that tingle once again. It was strange, but pleasant. Little did she know, Seamus was feeling the same thing. 'I don't understand' they both thought, almost in unison.
After riding a few yards, Cat was disappointed in the fact that riding her horse caused no pain whatsoever. Soon, they reached Meg's house, a small white cottage, not uncommon amongst the tenant farmers of Ireland. What was exceptional about the cottage, was that it was surrounded by flowers, mainly daffodils and tulips. These spread out for yards from the walls of the house, until they were bordered by small stones. A white fence surrounded the yard, and the stone pathway leading from the gate led straight up to the front steps. The scene was rather breathtaking in its simple beauty.
"Hold on, I will be right back." Seamus muttered.
He came out of the cottage almost immediately, followed by a pretty, red-haired woman, who was very obviously pregnant. She rushed over to the horse as fast as she could, and a worried expression fell over her pale, freckled face, then replaced quickly with a smile, but the worry still evident in her green eyes.
"Katie darling, it's so grand to see you again, I hope you aren't badly injured, Seamus here was telling me all about it, you simply MUST stay for the night, at the very least!" the woman said with a very heavy Irish brogue. "Seamus O'Brien, help the poor girl down from her horse, and take her inside, it's rather obvious that she can't do it herself." Seamus quickly obeyed, and lifted Cat effortlessly off of her horse. "Put her in the parlor, then go tie up her horse." Meg demanded. 'She is a rather kind woman, but pretty bossy, just look how Seamus is obeying her, like she is his master or something.' Cat thought.
Once Seamus set Cat down in the comfortable settee in the parlor, she took the opportunity to take in her surroundings. There was a small fire burning in the fireplace, even though it was warm outside, the fire was comforting. The parlor was rather barren, but cozy nonetheless. There were two chairs, both a deep blue, along with the matching settee that Cat herself was on. On the pine floor, there was a white, braided rug in front of the fireplace, and two little tables next to the blue chairs. The walls were covered in a white paper with blue flowers on it, and there were a few photographs of the O'Briens and the O'Haras, and some embroidered scenes randomly along the wall. The room was rather comforting, especially when Meg came bustling in, balancing a tea trey in one hand.
"Here aroon, have some tea," she simply stated, but there was an air of command in her voice when she did so. Cat couldn't refuse.
"Thank you,"
"Oh, it wasn't a problem, after all it's just a spot of tea."
"No, I mean for letting me stay here, you didn't have to, I could have slept at an inn or something."
"An inn? An O'Hara staying at an inn when her family is just around the corner? I wouldn't have it! You are staying here until your ankle is better, and that's final!"
"Alright." Cat looked rather frightened by this outburst. "I hope it doesn't take too long, I wouldn't want to intrude."
"Intrude? There would be no intrusion here, after all, you're family!"
"I need to send word to my mother then, she will be awfully worried about me!"
"I will send Seamus first thing in the morning. Now, I was in the middle of cooking supper for us in the kitchen, make yourself at home aroon."
"I will, ummm, can I see where I am staying?"
"Oh yes, how silly of me! Go down the hall and your room is the second one on the right. After I get some food in you, I will give you some of my clothes to wear, that is, before the baby." She laughed at the thought of Katie O'Hara in her large nightgown.
"That would be wonderful," Cat said thoughtfully, her mind was somewhere else.
Supper that night was something that Cat wasn't used to. At her house, it was almost silent, but here, once Kane O'Brien came home, things livened up severely. At the table, stories of the day were told, of Cat's arrival, of the kick that the soon to be O'Brien (the baby) had done today, of how the farm was going. The meal was very good, it was potato soup, and soda bread, and enjoyed in very good company. Cat was rather taciturn through all of this though, she was deep in thought. It had been a very busy day for her, and she still didn't quite understand all of it. 'I love Eli . I think. But what about Colum? What am I supposed to do if my own godfather forbids me to marry him? He is the closest thing to a father I have ever had, my own father isn't very involved in my life. I see him every once in a while, but when I do, he tries so hard to make up for him not being there that it's heartbreaking. He can't exactly leave whenever he wants, especially to see her, his wife Anne isn't a friend of Mother's, or mine for that matter. There is something very sneaky about her that I don't like, very sneaky indeed.'
Cat's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a pair of eyes boring into the top of her down-turned head. She looked up to find that the eyes belonged to none other then Seamus O'Brien. She gazed at his beautiful, deep, dark blue eyes, as dark as the night sky, complete with stars and all. 'I could look at them forever' she thought, 'And would be perfectly content.'
Seamus had found himself looking at her beautiful black hair, which was currently hanging down on her shoulders. Almost as if she sensed him looking at her, Cat looked up, and met his stare with her own. Her gorgeous emerald eyes, her cat eyes, looked straight into his own, and he thought he saw a trace of a smile on her beautiful face. Just the thought of that made him smile, and pretty soon they were grinning like idiots at each other for no apparent reason. This was all interrupted by a strong clap on his back. "Isn't that right little brother?" Kane asked. "Of course." That was all he could say, for his thoughts were still on the stunning creature across the table. He really had absolutely no idea what Kane was talking about, and he didn't care. All of a sudden, his thoughts were interrupted, yet again, this time by a high, perky voice.
"Well, everyone, let's retire into the parlor, and show our guest some real music, none of that soft, airy music they must have at the Big House."
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A/N: Well, what do y'all think??? Is it going to fast for Seamus and Cat? Review Review Review!!!!!!
Oh yeah, "This" would be someone talking, and 'this' is someone thinking
Disclaimer: Good Stuff: MM or Alexandra Ripley (people don't give her much praise), Crappy Stuff: Mine. 'Nuff said.
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Chapter 3- Many, many thoughts, on both parts
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Seamus and Cat walked down the main street of Barton silently, both too busy sucking on peppermint to really make conversation. As they strolled leisurely to the O'Briens' house, Cat processed the events of the day. 'I still don't believe that Eli loves me,' she thought, 'I can't believe it.'
Distracted by this thought, Cat didn't see the pothole in the road directly in front of her. She stepped in it, and winced in pain as she fell. Luckily, Seamus realized that Cat was falling even before she did, and caught her only inches away from the hard dirt road. As she fell into his strong, brown arms, Cat couldn't help but think of just how deep his dark blue eyes were, like the night sky. A tingling sensation erupted in her spine, something that never happened before.
"Oh-oh, thank you." Cat stuttered as she blushed severely. "Owww, oh no, I think that I broke my ankle!"
Seamus immediately set her gently on the ground as he felt her slender ankle. "It's just twisted, but it would be best not to walk on it."
Cat's thoughts brightened as she thought of being carried to her cousin's house by such strong, capable arms, then blushed to a deep shade of red, and immediately dismissed that thought as she looked at her horse.
"Do you think that you could ride the rest of the way?" Seamus asked, 'Please say no, please say no,' he thought instantly.
"I don't know, I could try."
As Seamus lifted her up onto the horse, Cat couldn't help but feel that tingle once again. It was strange, but pleasant. Little did she know, Seamus was feeling the same thing. 'I don't understand' they both thought, almost in unison.
After riding a few yards, Cat was disappointed in the fact that riding her horse caused no pain whatsoever. Soon, they reached Meg's house, a small white cottage, not uncommon amongst the tenant farmers of Ireland. What was exceptional about the cottage, was that it was surrounded by flowers, mainly daffodils and tulips. These spread out for yards from the walls of the house, until they were bordered by small stones. A white fence surrounded the yard, and the stone pathway leading from the gate led straight up to the front steps. The scene was rather breathtaking in its simple beauty.
"Hold on, I will be right back." Seamus muttered.
He came out of the cottage almost immediately, followed by a pretty, red-haired woman, who was very obviously pregnant. She rushed over to the horse as fast as she could, and a worried expression fell over her pale, freckled face, then replaced quickly with a smile, but the worry still evident in her green eyes.
"Katie darling, it's so grand to see you again, I hope you aren't badly injured, Seamus here was telling me all about it, you simply MUST stay for the night, at the very least!" the woman said with a very heavy Irish brogue. "Seamus O'Brien, help the poor girl down from her horse, and take her inside, it's rather obvious that she can't do it herself." Seamus quickly obeyed, and lifted Cat effortlessly off of her horse. "Put her in the parlor, then go tie up her horse." Meg demanded. 'She is a rather kind woman, but pretty bossy, just look how Seamus is obeying her, like she is his master or something.' Cat thought.
Once Seamus set Cat down in the comfortable settee in the parlor, she took the opportunity to take in her surroundings. There was a small fire burning in the fireplace, even though it was warm outside, the fire was comforting. The parlor was rather barren, but cozy nonetheless. There were two chairs, both a deep blue, along with the matching settee that Cat herself was on. On the pine floor, there was a white, braided rug in front of the fireplace, and two little tables next to the blue chairs. The walls were covered in a white paper with blue flowers on it, and there were a few photographs of the O'Briens and the O'Haras, and some embroidered scenes randomly along the wall. The room was rather comforting, especially when Meg came bustling in, balancing a tea trey in one hand.
"Here aroon, have some tea," she simply stated, but there was an air of command in her voice when she did so. Cat couldn't refuse.
"Thank you,"
"Oh, it wasn't a problem, after all it's just a spot of tea."
"No, I mean for letting me stay here, you didn't have to, I could have slept at an inn or something."
"An inn? An O'Hara staying at an inn when her family is just around the corner? I wouldn't have it! You are staying here until your ankle is better, and that's final!"
"Alright." Cat looked rather frightened by this outburst. "I hope it doesn't take too long, I wouldn't want to intrude."
"Intrude? There would be no intrusion here, after all, you're family!"
"I need to send word to my mother then, she will be awfully worried about me!"
"I will send Seamus first thing in the morning. Now, I was in the middle of cooking supper for us in the kitchen, make yourself at home aroon."
"I will, ummm, can I see where I am staying?"
"Oh yes, how silly of me! Go down the hall and your room is the second one on the right. After I get some food in you, I will give you some of my clothes to wear, that is, before the baby." She laughed at the thought of Katie O'Hara in her large nightgown.
"That would be wonderful," Cat said thoughtfully, her mind was somewhere else.
Supper that night was something that Cat wasn't used to. At her house, it was almost silent, but here, once Kane O'Brien came home, things livened up severely. At the table, stories of the day were told, of Cat's arrival, of the kick that the soon to be O'Brien (the baby) had done today, of how the farm was going. The meal was very good, it was potato soup, and soda bread, and enjoyed in very good company. Cat was rather taciturn through all of this though, she was deep in thought. It had been a very busy day for her, and she still didn't quite understand all of it. 'I love Eli . I think. But what about Colum? What am I supposed to do if my own godfather forbids me to marry him? He is the closest thing to a father I have ever had, my own father isn't very involved in my life. I see him every once in a while, but when I do, he tries so hard to make up for him not being there that it's heartbreaking. He can't exactly leave whenever he wants, especially to see her, his wife Anne isn't a friend of Mother's, or mine for that matter. There is something very sneaky about her that I don't like, very sneaky indeed.'
Cat's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a pair of eyes boring into the top of her down-turned head. She looked up to find that the eyes belonged to none other then Seamus O'Brien. She gazed at his beautiful, deep, dark blue eyes, as dark as the night sky, complete with stars and all. 'I could look at them forever' she thought, 'And would be perfectly content.'
Seamus had found himself looking at her beautiful black hair, which was currently hanging down on her shoulders. Almost as if she sensed him looking at her, Cat looked up, and met his stare with her own. Her gorgeous emerald eyes, her cat eyes, looked straight into his own, and he thought he saw a trace of a smile on her beautiful face. Just the thought of that made him smile, and pretty soon they were grinning like idiots at each other for no apparent reason. This was all interrupted by a strong clap on his back. "Isn't that right little brother?" Kane asked. "Of course." That was all he could say, for his thoughts were still on the stunning creature across the table. He really had absolutely no idea what Kane was talking about, and he didn't care. All of a sudden, his thoughts were interrupted, yet again, this time by a high, perky voice.
"Well, everyone, let's retire into the parlor, and show our guest some real music, none of that soft, airy music they must have at the Big House."
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A/N: Well, what do y'all think??? Is it going to fast for Seamus and Cat? Review Review Review!!!!!!