Disclaimer- I don't own anything to do w/Pocahontas.

I'm back! It seems my first chapter has shocked some of you...just as I had planned.

Chapter 2

Racing Thoughts

The morning sun broke through the window of their bedroom. Pocahontas' eyes responded to the unwelcome brightness by closing tighter. She rolled over and reached towards her husband's side and found no warm body. She opened her eyes sleepily and searched the bed. He really wasn't there.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Thomas was always up before dawn, setting out to work. He was on the town council, voted in by the people of the town who knew him to be a kind, honest heart who would serve their town well. Six other men, most of them the original members of the colony, were also on the council headed by John Smith.

Pocahontas pulled the cover off of her and threw her legs over the side of the small bed. She stretched her arms high into the air above her head, yawning deeply. She then stood up and lazily walked towards the large dresser which held her limited wardrobe. She chose her outfit for the day, her usual buckskin dress. She once tried to please the people of Jamestown by wearing what they felt suitable for a woman but could never adjust to the confinements of the corset and other layers. She was a free spirit and her wild deerskin clothing suited her more, the other was a prison cell made of cotton.

Slipping her nightgown off, she placed it back in the dresser, neatly folding it like the others. The deerskin came over her head and found its place on her skin. It still fit perfectly, and she straightened it, brushing off any bits of dust and other impurities it may have collected.

Pocahontas then walked through the bedroom door, heading towards the kitchen area. There she found a fire burning and fresh tea and bread on the table. She smiled. Thomas had made her breakfast before he left. He could not have been gone for long because the tea was still warm. Little things like this made her love him even more. Thomas treated his Pocahontas like a queen. He knew he had found something special in her and wanted to remind her of his feelings everyday.

She hungrily ate the bread which she thought to be the most delicious meal she had ever eaten. When she was done, she cleared the table and put out the fire, preparing to go out into the colony visiting and then back to her village to see her family.

Walking out into the early morning light, she felt alive, ready to face the day with her free-spirited, out-going attitude. Pocahontas had come to love her second home in Jamestown. At first she resisted when Thomas insisted she move to the colony with him, but once here, she found the people charming and inquisitive about her life, and she enjoyed sharing her days with these new friends. However, she did miss the day to day life of her village: the closeness of her family and friends, the familiar surroundings, and most importantly her father. Thomas had promised they would move to her village as soon as the colony was settled, and he was able to get away. Her village was not far away, so his position on the council would not be disturbed.

Pocahontas walked down the small steps and placed her bare feet on the ground, letting them take her away, past her home and down the path lined with other homes where her friends lived. The town was coming alive as everyone began to wake up to the new day. She smiled and politely said her hellos as she met familiar faces here and there.

"Pocahontas? Is that you dear?" A kind voice called from somewhere to her right.

Pocahontas looked over, and her eyes met with the glowing face of her favorite neighbor, Anne, the wife of Lon, the redheaded night guard.

"Good morning Anne" Pocahontas exclaimed. She strolled over to Anne who was standing by the wooden fence of her home. She had a few eggs in the apron she wore. "How are you this morning?"

"Wonderful dear, just wonderful." Anne's voice was always so calm and soothing. Pocahontas loved to hear it because the voice reminded her of something she'd been missing; a mother. Anne was a short, plump older woman with light brown hair and kind green eyes. Her presence always made for a pleasant time. "I was just out back gathering eggs for breakfast and saw you coming down the way. I decided to come say hello and talk a while."

"Won't your husband miss his breakfast?" Pocahontas asked. She loved the couple that treated her like a daughter, and never failed to stop in and visit whenever she could.

Anne laughed. "Oh no honey, he's fast asleep. His guard duty just ended not long ago. This here's for me and the children." She proudly showed the few eggs huddled together in her apron. "If he gets up and finds himself hungry then he knows where the coop is. He's no stranger to taking care of himself." She gave a mischievous wink to Pocahontas. "Well honey, what brings you out so early?"

"Well, Thomas left early, before I woke up, so I've decided to have the day to myself." She replied.

"That's sounds mighty nice." Anne smiled. "Enjoy it. You and that husband'll of yours will have your hands full before you know it with a house filled with children." Anne and Lon themselves had seven.

"We haven't started planning a family quite yet..."

"Well dear, take it from me, it plans itself." Anne interrupted, laughing at her own words. "Young Thomas is at work?" In her eyes, Thomas was one of the shining stars of Jamestown. A credit to men everywhere, but she couldn't help find it interesting when he and Pocahontas married. It as an unexpected move.

"Yes." Pocahontas answered.

"You're a lucky one for catching such a wonderful man." Anne said. "He's quite a catch, but I half expected you to end up with...Well, speak of the devil." Anne caught sight of something and Pocahontas turned to see what or who it was.

Coming down the path from the main part of town was the one person Pocahontas did not plan or particularly want to see.

"Good morning Captain Smith." Anne called cheerfully. The blonde man, who was wearing a handsome suit that made him look terribly out of place, looked in her direction and started over, almost tripping when he saw her companion. Whenever John and Pocahontas met on the street, the situation was very uncomfortable. Of course she loved him still, after all he had saved her father from death and herself from an uncertain and perhaps unhappy future. But, after his long stay in England, after worrying day and night about him, her feelings began to change with the constant companionship from Thomas. Always there when she needed him, with kind words and a strong shoulder to lean on, Thomas became a bright spot in her life. Pocahontas was surprised at the change in the once unsure boy. He transformed himself into a strong, successful man, and she fell in love with him. It wasn't the instant attraction she felt with John, but a slow growing yet strong emotion that strengthened everyday.

Now face to face once again with her first love, she was nervous, nervous that she might fumble words or even hurt him unintentionally.

"Good morning Anne." John took off his hat as he approached the women. "And how are you this lovely morning" he asked, displaying a childish, charming smile.

"Wonderful now that you're here sweetie." Anne gently pinched his cheek in a motherly way.

Pocahontas smiled at the sight. "Good morning John" she said confidently, trying to ease the uncomfortable air.

John smiled; he couldn't resist her beautiful face, her gentle voice. "Good morning...Pocahontas." For a moment, his own confidence faltered as he spoke her name. He hated to see her knowing he could not be with her. John still loved Pocahontas and he believed he always would.

The silence that followed was tense as each person, even Anne, who was never at a loss for words, searched their minds for something more to say.

"Well," John finally said, "I better be going on. This colony doesn't run itself you know."

Pocahontas breathed a sigh of relief. He was going, and she would not have to bare the embarrassment a minute longer.

"Of course John, you run along." Anne spoke again, regaining her usual happy tone and pointing a playful but stern finger at him. "And don't you be a stranger now."

"Oh don't worry, I won't." He smiled and bowed like a gentleman to the ladies. "Pocahontas, I hope to see you again. Give my regards to your father when you see him."

"I will John." Pocahontas replied and gave another smile. "Have a good day."

John turned and retreated in down the path, heading towards the council meeting he was always fashionably late for. Pocahontas sighed as she watched him leave.

"What's the matter dear?" Anne asked, concerned for her dear friend.

"I really don't know." Pocahontas said in a low tone, almost a whisper.

Anne looked down at John, still on his way, then looked towards Pocahontas.

"Dear, do you still love him?"

Pocahontas turned her gaze quickly to Anne, shocked by her question, but she had nothing to say as she looked into the concerned face. Did she really love John? Had she ever stopped? She couldn't answer the questions racing through her mind. All Pocahontas could do was let them go until she could collect them and steady herself for she felt dizzy and uncertain.

A/N- So, what do you think? Hope you like. This chap came really easy and I hope it grabs your interest! New twist, huh?