A/N: Sorry I took so long to post this, I really don't know why, I had it written and all but had family invading so had no privacy in one's study...horrid family. LOL. Well I've tried to make this a little less dramatic and a bit more fluffy. I got a few messages asking if Amy was going to be depressed for the rest of the story, and the answer is no...I've always imagined her a bit of a cold person when she grew up so she gets over Laurie pretty easily as soon as she see's she's not going to get him back and some other rich man likes her. Now, I better stop revealing my whole story plot.

DISCLAIMER: I didn't write it the original story or own the screenplay to the films. The plot line is mine and any 'OCs' belong to me.

Yay! Reviewers! Mwah I love you.

AzRen: Glad you enjoyed it! I'm ashamed to say I haven't read the book yet, so visiting Amazon is in my agenda for this week. There are some other Little Women fanfic's on here, for example literaryfreak is the first one that comes to mind and I've added a few to favourites on my profile. Jo/Laurie...Hell Yeah!...Amy...needs bashing. lol. Hope you like this chapter just as much!

literaryfreak: Of course! We need more Little Women fics out there! It's one of the greatest stories ever written (quoting English Critics here). You are NOT a lousy writer, and yeh I did get inspiration from you but as you've probably noticed a dreadful for not updating my fics! blushes wow, do I really write beautifully? Gosh. Don't let 'them upstairs' (the ffnet admin people) here you talking about multiple accounts...and for you...I'll update anyway...;D...And yeh, I intend to keep on writing...you guys keep me going.

ye.elfie: As far as I can see I'm the only one with a multi-part Little Women one. Glad you liked it um, well here's chapter 2!

Quirky Del: Yes, Amy is very cold, but I think it works well, don't worry though, she gets more -hyperactive-(again) as the sotry goes on...And I'm aiming for about ten chapters, (Is that alright with everyone?) Yeh, the line"I see you've managed to accumalate a least one dress without a singed area at the back." is my favourite aswell. Well you'll find the answer to you question further down the page. And I can't wait to read your own fic!

Everyone, give a big round of applause to Quirky Del, because she has put a ticket for our very own Little Women section! So Chapter two is dedicated to her. I think I'm setting a trend with all these dedications eh?

OMG, I just noticed the editing on the last chapter IS DREADFUL! I wrote it on WordPad so I gorgot ffnet doesn't keep the editing...So I will go through it now and correct it. Just so you know the parts the first part is when Laurie gets the letter about Beths death...then a few days or w/e later he joins Amy, but in the interval received another very important letter...then we go to Jo's point of view back in America...and that's where it ends...for now.

BUT...on with the story!.. ENJOY please read & review

Laurie was storming through the field with his fists clenched, muttering curses under his breath. He felt the wind and rain biting into his face. Tears were welling up in his eyes but he gritted his teeth and tried to blink them away, to no avail. Laurie could have sworn he head someone calling his name, but he persuaded himself that it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Besides who would be there. Nobody. He doubted but hoped at the same time, that Jo would.

He was stomping through a particularly muddy patch with a vengeful force when he heard an almighty blood-curdling scream come pounding through the air. There was someone following him! Realisation came surging through Laurie. Jo had followed him, and now...

Without a moments hesitation, Laurie sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him towards towards Jo, well towards where his heart was pulling him. He couldn't know for sure whereabouts Jo was because of the wind swirling around in every direction. First he went one way, then another before rounding to almost the same direction he had come from.

Laurie had to skid to a hault lest he tumble over a steep precipice; which sat like a deep and painful gash in the rolling hillside. His eyed widened. Jo must have fallen down here, and it was his fault. He searched around his feet for any signs that this was where Jo had fallen, for he felt most definately that this was the place. He shouted out to her but got no reply, so carefully, Laurie climbed down; nearly slipping on one of the sharp protruding rocks.

Laurie looked round and round but couldn't see Jo anywhere, but then something caught his eye. It was a piece of material, that looked like it had been torn off a dress, and was caught on a stick, stuck in the ground. He rans towards it, and snatched it up quickly. Jo must have gone this way. So he carried on round the bend until, to his horror, he saw a figure slumped against a rock, which had blood on it. Laurie nearly threw up at the sight of it but in an instant he was at Jo's side. He gently turned her over to see that she was unconcious, and there was a big gash running down the length of her head.

Without hesitation he ripped off part of his expensive Parisian shirt and dabbed at the wound, hoping that the blood made it looked worse then it actually was. He then noticed that though a little pale her face still had plenty of colour, so thank God she wasn't dead, yet.

"Jo," he whispered over and over whilst caressing her hands, to no avail. They remained in this position for some time for Laurie was hesitant to move Jo lest he do more injury. He couldn't tell for sure if she had any broken bones, but he did have suspicions about her left wrist, which was laying at a very awkward angle. Suddenly Laurie felt a chil run down his spine, and realised just how cold he was in the rain, so he raised his head from it's position on Jo's side, and looked around. He hadn't noticed how dark it had become.

Without a moment to loose, Laurie jumped to his feet and scooped Jo up into his arms. He then cursed whatever idiot thought up Crinolines as everyday where, for it was making his task of carrying Jo harder. Also, to his alarm, Laurie noticed Jo was a lot lighter then she used to be. Through, the mud, and slippery grass he run, back towards the March's house. He could barely see ten foot infront of him, what with the heavy sheets of rain and the hidden sun setting. Night was most definately drawing in quickly. Every now and then Laurie would glance over his shoulder and up above him just to see where the thunder was striking down. As soon as he reached the front door, he found that he couldn't knock because his arms were, obviously, full. He then considered slamming his head against it but decided it would do nobody any good to have two unconcious wards. So, however ungentleman-like it was, he threw himself against to old wooden door, forcing it to burst open...

Quite a short chapter there. I found it didn't quite 'fit in' with the other parts then originally went with it, so the rest is in chapter three which I'll post later...if I get at least one review. Later meaning today.

Didyou noticed chapter one is now edited?

Hope you enjoyed it...a bit of tension...but in the next chapter Jo throws a vase! And more Amy-bashing, of course!

Love Liz, xx

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