Yuck, so I got back to school and got sick. We thought it was pneumonia (again, not fun), but the fever broke this afternoon and so I was able to finally concentrate long enough to write the rest of this chapter. I had one chapter done on another story, lucky, and was able to post that. I must have been delusional though at that point, because I was getting ready to go to school (on a Sunday morning?) and I was walking around in a tank top and short shorts (when it was in the 20s outside, might I add.) I'm sure my roommates are all very relieved that it was only a cold though. Last time I gave one of my roommates pneumonia, but I didn't believe that was what it was. (Stupid, evil, writer's blocking colds!)

So finally, here it is.

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Zoe skated across the ice, landing a triple Lutz, lifting her leg up behind her as she skated. Higher, higher, and higher behind her it raised into the air, until it was straight above her as she gracefully reached for her other ankle, gliding backwards. She glanced upwards for a second and spotted her two New Yorker friends who had just arrived.

"Gigi!" she called, bringing her leg back down and straightening up, "Hey Roxana!"

"Hey there, Zi-Zi," Roxana cheered back.

"Watch this!" she shouted back to them. She took off, skating as fast as she could on the small lake, gaining some speed before she jumped, performing a camel spin before sliding into a sit spin, holding her body so that her nose touched her knee, coming back up to perform a Biellmann spin. The combination of the moves was her signature.

"Well, well, well," the blonde said to their friend, "Zonne Reinhardt has returned back among the living." Zoe curtsied on the ice, skating off to meet them.

"Wow, Zi-Zi, what put you back on ice?" Roxana asked. The thing about Roxana was she only called Zoe "Zi-Zi" when they were face to face. She never called her that over the phone. Roxana was strange like that.

"It snowed," Zoe joked as Gigi handed her the blade guards for her skates. The others laughed. Roxana picked up a glob of snow, packing it together with her gloves so that it was nice and round before throwing it at Gigi, ducking as the blonde retaliated. Soon, Zoe joined in on their crazy little snowball fight and they were building up forts to keep themselves protected, just like if they were little kids.

Lemon Breeland knew there was something just not right about that Zoe Hart. She still said that, even though Zoe had been here for months. That's why she was here on the mayor's property, Lavon's property, sneaking around by Zoe Hart's house.

"Seriously though Zoe, you been working on that donut," a second little brunette girl by the lake called over to the doctor, her accent ranging more Canadian that New Yorker, "Have you actually gotten to where you can do it the donut into a one-handed Biellmann?"

"Well, I've been practicing," Zoe told the girl and the blonde besides the girl. "Want to see?" They both nodded and she could have sworn she heard Zoe say, "Let's see if I can actually pull this off."

She watched her skate out onto the ice, not even realizing the doctor was wearing skates until she had moved. She looked her loop around the lake once before skating into the middle and doing a sort of jump into midair where she swung her leg up. Lemon watched as Zoe spun around a few times once she landed, her leg spinning up behind her. She observed the doctor grab her foot with one hand, her body parallel to the ice. Then she stared as Zoe started to pull her leg up over her head and then…

"Ow!" and then the words that came from that tiny brunette as she landed on the ice made the blonde haired belle's eyes widen. Those words were definitely not English!

"Zi-Zi, you okay, sweetie?" the other brunette asked as the two observers rushed to her.

"I don't think I'm ever meant to do that move. Every single time!" Lemon watched the blonde girl, the one who had came to Bluebell before, help the doctor up. "Ow!" she cried, rubbing her backside, "I think I bruised my tailbone."

Zoe Hart ice-skated? Well, that did make sense, here living in New York in every thing. They had snow there and probably lots of ice-skating rinks. Lemon had only been ice-skating once when she was real young. Delia Ann wanted to have a unique birthday party that year. She always remember the feeling though. She thought she was flying, gliding the way it had felt.

"Let's get you something for that," Zoe's one friend said comfortingly.

"No!" the doctor snapped. "I am going to do this until I get it right!"

"You don't have to," the other girl, the little brunette, told her, but Dr. Hart would hear none of it.

"No Roxana, I am going to get this right. I'll stay here all night if I have to, but I'm going to get this right."

Lemon watched the two girls, Roxana and the blonde, sigh as they sat down in the snow, watching Zoe's tries as, time and time again, she fell, each and every time and each fall looking more painful. It seemed like every time the doctor fell, she fell harder than the last. Even Lemon started to wince.

Figure skating had been Lemon's favorite sport to watch during the Winter Olympics. On T.V., they all made it appear so much easier that it was. The people on there could just fly across the ice so confidently. She remembered watching the 1998 Winter Olympics, watching entranced as the four Americans preformed, Tara Lipinski, the first place winner, Michelle Kwan, who took second, Nichole Bobek, and the girl was routing for to win, Zonne Reinhardt.

She didn't know why but the girl seemed so confident as she moved across the ice, that even though she now despised all things New York, from New York, or about New York, the place where the Dutch-American skater was from, she still thought she would have placed first that year. Somehow, she had just disappeared off the face of the earth.

Wade used to tease Lemon about her obsession with something she'd never even seen. That boy thought he was so high and mighty just because he'd go stay with his Northern grandparents over the summer and winter breaks, his mama's parents. Wade's mama was something else, something else indeed.

"Okay!" she heard Zoe yell, "I give up for right now!"

"Maybe if you try that whole routine…" the blonde offered.

Roxana snorted. "Like she even remembers that whole routine, Gigi."

"I do!" Zoe cried brightly, taking a sip from a water bottle one of the two newcomers had brought. Gigi motioned for her to start. Lemon watched as she glided around the lake, warming up and stretching her arms, before she slid into her position to begin. She looked at Gigi and Roxana, ready to start. They both nodded, Gigi starting music on some little device.

Then she took off and Lemon's jaw dropped as she followed the doctor's movements as she went easily through complicated jumps, spins, and other moves. Moves Lemon didn't know the name of and could hardly guess. Her eyes widened as the young doctor spun like a ballet figurine inside a music box. She looked as Zoe learned over, grabbing her one foot as the other came up straight above her. She was amazed that she could continue to skate so easily. Lemon wondered how much Zoe had to skate to become as graceful as some of those skaters on T.V.

Zoe closed her eyes as she preformed her old, familiar routine that she had been working on for competitions. It was the first routine that Miss Dana had let her do with everything she had learned in there, the whole thing a showcase of her skills. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer on the lake, with only Gigi and Roxana watching. She was in her high school's ice rink. They had a hockey team there and they allowed anyone to skate after school while the team wasn't practicing. Needless to say, Zoe had been in there every free minute of that she could. It brought back cheerful memories.

She remembers being fourteen, skating on that rink in Rockefeller Center, flying over the ice, she had fallen once when she collided with a handsome golden-brown haired boy. He had given her a cheesy, partially crooked grin and helped her back on her feet like a real gentleman, not letting go of her hands until she was back on her feet. She didn't ask his name, he didn't ask for hers. She had seen his mother, a beautiful blonde woman who's hair seemed to glow in the light. She had told Zoe that she was a wonderful skater and apologized profoundly for her son running into her, not listening as Zoe insisted it was her fault. Then the boy was gone. Come to think of it, maybe that's why she had dated Zach. He had the same hair color as the boy, similar face shape, but not the eyes or that smile. In a few ways, he had been Zoe's first real crush, despite never seeing him again.

Then the music began to slow. Lemon watched Zoe come off the ground once more as she spun in the air, landing and giving a half bow, half curtsy. Roxana stood, squealing happily about how Zoe had don't the move she wanted her to. Lemon took this as her time to take her leave, sneaking back the way she had came, not thinking of the footsteps in the snow. She didn't even hear when Gigi spoke.

"Yup, Zonne is definitely back."

Zoe stepped into the practice, making the mistake of wearing her sleeves pushed back under her heavy coat. Brick and Addie were talking at the front desk, something about how he was surprised that a good number of his patients wanted to see the New Yorker. They both glanced at the young doctor as she came in, exchanging polite hellos as she stepped up to the desk.

"Good Lord, what happened to you?" she heard Brick ask. Zoe looked up at him, noticing he was staring at her arms. They were covered in black and purple discolored splotches. She shook her head and tugged her sleeves down.

"I… fell," she lied, only to realize that wasn't necessarily a lie. She had fallen, multiple times yesterday on the ice.

"And just how did you fall?" the native Southern asked her, not realizing he actually sounded concerned about her wellbeing.

"There was some ice by my porch and I slipped." This was, in fact, a lie. There wasn't any ice by her porch, just inches and inches of glorious snow.

Wade had put the old shutters onto her windows with the help of her dad, making the house warmer for Zoe and the three girls. He told her that they weren't used much, that's why they had taken them down. There was a fireplace that went from the bedroom to the living room, something that looked like decoration, but Zoe now realized, was usable.

Gigi had brought down heavy blackout curtains that also helped to keep the house insolated, even bringing a curtain for the front door that helped cut down on drafts. She had also been very thoughtful, bringing down some of Zoe's heavy comforters from her apartment. Overall, the little house by the lake was extremely warm and very cozy. More than once, Zoe found herself hoping that Wade might come over for the night, just to hold her in his arms. She had never liked a guy as much as she liked Wade. Lavon had generously offered Dr. and Mrs. Hart a room in his house, free of charge, for the time being as they were staying here for a few weeks, rather than staying in a hotel in town. Mrs. Hart found the plantation "charming".

"Is that an engagement ring?" Addie asked Zoe once Brick was gone.

"Oh, no. It's a promise ring," the young doctor exclaimed gleefully. "Isn't it just lovely?"

"Wade got you that, didn't he?" the nurse inquired knowingly. Zoe blushed and nodded. "Young love," she sighed wistfully, "I don't think I've seen Wade this smitten with anyone." This made Zoe beam.

Her good mood, however, was quickly spoiled by the person the who walked through the door.

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