Okay, so as promised, I finally finished this chapter! I'm sorry it took so long. I was moving and catching up on my school work that I got somewhat behind in and have been working on a major project that's due this upcoming Thursday. Still, I feel like I've let you guys down for not posting sooner, so I'm sorry. :(

So lots of things are going to happen in this chapter. That's why I feel a little refresher of last chapter is in order.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"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.

The old door on the Victorian styled house creaked open. Footfalls came softly with padding through the hall with rubber soles. Another two sets of footsteps came racing through the yard and up the stairs into the practice. "Zoe, I'm glad I was able to find you."

Zoe stiffened quickly, freezing. She knew that voice. That voice shouldn't be in Bluebell. That voice should be a thousand miles away from Bluebell, in New York, nowhere near her… not anymore. She whipped around to face none other than Zach as Roxana and Gigi came racing in. Roxana, though out of breath, was the first to start. "The little sneak stole my PDA and found out we were coming. I'm so sorry, Zi-Zi. I knew I should have had Bobby go and keep you outside," Roxana all but hissed these words at Zach, giving him a death glare.

Robert, Bobby, was the bouncer at Nacht. He used to be in some sort of security before, but the girls weren't sure where. Some rumored that he was once a White House security detail; others say a private bodyguard for some multimillionaire. To Zoe, Gigi, and Roxana, it didn't matter though. He was Roxana's father's good friend and he wouldn't let the girls get hurt. No doubt, had he known Zach had broken up with and humiliated Zoe, Zach would have found himself having a room in the very hospital he works at.

"Get out," Zoe spat at her ex, "I have nothing to say to you."

"Really? Because you left in the middle of our conversation and you changed your phone number. But you've come to this, err- rather charming town, I see, when you could be back up in New York with me." The young doctor was trying everything she could not to hurt her ex. She really was. Breathing techniques that were supposed to calm you. Check. Finding a focal point. Check. She didn't have anger issues, but something about Zach really pushed her nerves. Zach leaned in closer, the scent of the obnoxious cologne overwhelming her, he press his lips right by the corner of Zoe's mouth, ignoring her pushing and shoving him away from her. "We were so good together, Zoe."

He leaned back. Zoe's was at her wit's end with him. Before anyone could stop her, she punched him, a nice strong punch, right in the nose. When her ex recoiled, she could see the blood dripping from it. Gigi laughed at that, knowing her best friend was never one for being violent. Roxana raised her eyebrow dramatically and sighed. "Maybe I should just call Uncle Charlie down here," she said, mocking Zach.

Everyone knew that Charlie, Roxana's "uncle" was "involved" with the Mob. He was burly and very muscular and the mere mention of his name made Zach pale three shades, stepping back from Roxana. He tripped into a chair, the chair in question making a loud screech as he did. Brick came running out. "What in the world is all the ruckus about?"

Zoe walked into her office, yelling, "This is one patient I don't mind if you take!"

Wade turned around, back to the bar. There was a rerun game on the T.V. The Rammer Jammer was actually pretty quiet. George Tucker stepped inside, sitting down at the bar. "June 16th," he declared. Wade looked at him funny, but didn't comment as he checked his phone. He was expecting a call and it was making him antsy waiting for it.

"What's June 16th?" the bartender asked, passing the lawyer a beer. He opened it and took a long gulp.

"We finally set a date. June 16th, because according to Lemon, only fashionable weddings take place in the first month of summer." Wade rolled his eyes.

"Your girlfriend is nuts. You'll get heatstroke before she even makes it down the isle in that penguin suit you gotta wear," he said, glancing down at him phone again. No one had called. Why hadn't they called?

"Zoe?" George asked, noting how his old friend kept glancing down at the phone. Wade shook his head.

"My uncle's in the hospital again. They were supposed to call and tell me what happened, but no one's called." George nodded. Wade's mama's brother, Wade's uncle, had gotten real ill around this time last year. Wade hadn't told many people about his uncle, but as Wade's attorney, it was hard for George not to notice the large monthly income that definitely didn't come from all but running the Rammer Jammer. He had asked once or twice, but George had gotten no answers from Wade, other than his uncle sends him the money. A shrill ring went up and Wade looked down, walking outside quickly after yelling to Shelly that he'd be right back.

While Wade was outside, another man stepped inside. His nose looked crooked, like it had been broken recently. The skin just below his eye was blackening, like he had been in a fight recently. George didn't recognize him. He had to be new in town. He also looked like he had just had an awful day. "Where's the bartender?" the man asked, a New York accent in his voice.

"He'll be back in a few," George told him. "Don't take this the wrong way, but what happened to your face?"

The guy looked at George who was sipping his beer calmly. "My ex-girlfriend punched me in the face after I almost kissed her."

"Let me guess," George started, "Your ex-girlfriend is Zoe Hart." The man's face showed his shock. "And you tried to kiss her?" The man nodded and the lawyer shook his head, "You are very lucky Wade, he's the bartender, isn't here right now. You should probably go and be thankful that it was Zoe that hit you."

The man, Zoe's ex, raised his brow at George's words. "Zoe's dating a bartender?" He let out a low whistle. "She sure has lowered her standards. First this middle of nowhere town, then a bartender." He chuckled. "No one back at the hospital will believe how low she's gotten."

George grounded his teeth together, and was instantly thankful when his fiancée joined his side. "Well hello there," she said too cheerfully, holding a hand out to Zoe's ex to shake. He took the belle's hand warily. "You should probably get all your things gathered up and take the next bus out of town if you think so lowly of it. It just so happens that Wade is a wonderful man and Dr. Hart is just so happy with him." This was suspicious to George. He wondered when Lemon had spoken with Zoe. Regardless, the man sized up Lemon quickly, then stood any walked out of the Rammer Jammer as fast as he could, very angrily.

It was a few days later and George was in Mobile with some depositions. Brick was at a conference in Montgomery, but he was supposed to be home tonight too. That was why Lemon was patiently chopping up carrots and celery and placing it inside the pan with the food she was making. The oven and the phones all seemed to be going off at once and she slipped and picked up the knife by the blade, but stupidly pulled it out, and sliced open her hand.

She didn't want to call an ambulance. The cut wasn't that bad. Still, it would need stitches and her daddy wouldn't be home until later. Shutting off the oven and the stove, she washed her hands and wrapped the one, grudgingly heading over to the practice where Zoe Hart was. Under any other circumstance, she wouldn't dare go ask Zoe Hart for help; however, she also didn't want her hand to get infected.

Addie pointed her into the room where there was that table for the patients to sit on. She heard Addie talking to Dr. Hart and then listened as Zoe came into the room.

"So what happened?" Zoe asked as she grabbed some stuff to clean the cut out.

"I slipped over the phone cord that was on the floor in the kitchen and accidently grabbed the knife by the blade," she said with an obvious tightness in her voice.

Zoe nodded, cleaning the cut out. Lemon flinched as the cold alcohol stung the cut and she closed her hand instinctively. "You need to keep your hand flat," the doctor said calmly. Begrudgingly, she obeyed. "George told me you all but put Zach on a bus and sent him out of town, so thank you for that." Lemon hardly had even realized the brunette had spoke. The belle nodded.

"It's fine." She winced as she saw Zoe pick up a needle and thread it. She hated needles more than she hated the person holding the needle.

"So my mom saw something rather interesting a few days ago. Someone, about medium height, blonde, a woman, sneaking off the plantation, coming from the direction of my house," Zoe stated, "It was just before sunset, on the second." Lemon avoided looking at the doctor.

"Maybe you should install some cameras then. That sounds like a real serious problem. You wouldn't want anybody watching you ice skating." Then she bit her tongue when she realized she pretty much just admitted she had been doing it. "Or whatever it was you were doing that day," she quickly added, sparing a glance at Zoe who was smirking.

"You're a worse liar than Roxana, and that's saying something," the doctor said with a half smile. "Why were you spying on me in the first place though, I want to know."

Lemon swallowed, feeling like a little kid who just got caught eating their Halloween candy when they weren't supposed to. It took her a moment to compose her thoughts; it was an embarrassing notion for her, Lemon Breeland, head of the Belles and a member of the Mobile Bay Memory Matrons, didn't know what to say. "I wasn't spying," she defended lamely, "I was mere observing." She stuck out her hand to her. "So are you going to finish, or what?" Zoe stepped back, holding up her hands, a smirk on her face. Lemon looked down at her hand. There, across the palm, were neat stitches, done in such a way that it would hardly scar, if it even did. She hadn't even felt Zoe stick the needle through the skin.

"Are you going to tell me why you were 'observing' me?" she countered.

"Because, Zoe Hart," Lemon said, standing up to her full height, "There is something very strange about you and New York and all of it!" she yelled, stomping her foot and throwing her fists into the air like a child having a temper tantrum.

"Lemon, as the person who just sewed your hand shut, I am highly advising you to sit down," Zoe ordered. The blonde sat back onto the chair and Zoe pulled the paper open that held the gauze, unrolling Lemon's fist and cleaning it again with more rubbing alcohol." Now let's start with an easy question. Why do you hate me so much? You hated me the minute I set one toe in this town. Why?" She took the gauze, measuring it and cutting it. "Is it because you think George was going to come after me because I'm from New York, because he's not. Yes, he and I will talk about up there, but it's not like I'm trying to steal your fiancé. I'm not that kind of girl. We have something in common, so we get along. Don't you get along with people you have stuff in common with?" Lemon nodded as the tiny doctor cut the tape and held the gauze over Lemon's hand as she taped it down. "So why do you hate me so much? I'm not going to steal George from you, I'm not interested in taking away your spot in the town, so why is it?"

Lemon turned away. Why did she hate Zoe Hart so much? The brunette just stated some of her biggest worries shouldn't even exist. She forgot the doctor was dating Wade. Granted, nobody, not even the mayor had know that little fact until Wade gave Zoe his mama's pearls for Christmas. "I'm… not quite sure," she said slowly, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

"Then maybe we can start over?" Lemon looked at the doctor, seeing that she was indeed serious, she nodded. She composed herself quickly, sticking out her hand to her.

"Hi, I'm Lemon Breeland. I hear you and my daddy are gonna be working together now for a while."

Zoe smiled, now as arrogantly as her smirk had been, taking Lemon's hand and shaking it, "Zoe Hart. It's nice to meet you, Lemon." When she dropped the other woman's hand, she straighten up. "Okay, so in a week, you are going to come back and let me check the stitches. They should be able to come out by then, but if anything comes up before then, you can ask your dad or me. Make sure you keep it clean and don't go picking up knives by the blade again." Lemon stood, smoothing her skirts and nodded, walking out.

"Have a nice evening, Dr. Hart." Zoe smiled.

"You can call me Zoe, you know?" Lemon turned from the door.

"Have a lovely evening, Zoe," she said with a half sarcastic tone that made Zoe almost laugh.

"You too," she told the blonde, before she grabbed her things and headed out.

Gigi and Roxana were now both back in New York. Her parents had gone back. It was quiet again at the plantation, with Wade still at work and Lavon on a starting over date with Didi. Zoe slid on her skates and went back out onto the ice.

"Ow!" eight-year-old Zonne muttered as she slipped on a piece of ice. She hated that her mother forced her to go to those stupid ballet class with that evil teacher, be she had recently discovered that she could combine skating and ballet. A couple weren't paying attention and slipped on the ice as well, the man's blade going into Zonne's are as his weight broke it. "OW!" she scream, tears coming to her eyes, "My arm, my arm!"

The man jumped off, looking frightened, "Somebody call nine-one-one!" he yelled.

"I already did," a Russian accent came. Zonne looked up to see a woman. She was older, but somewhat pretty. "Hello there, zeisele." Zonne grimaced up at the woman. She knew the nickname well; some of her older relatives called her that. That meant at the very least, the woman was Jewish, like her and her mom's family. She decided that she liked the woman. "You are a wonderful skater."

"Thank you," Zonne said softly.

"Have you ever thought about skating as a career? With a little training, you could very easily make it to the Olympics." She gave the Russian lady a little half shrug with the arm that didn't hurt. Zonne, though only eight, knew enough to know that her arm was probably broken. Gigi had described it once to her after her best friend had broken her arm.

"I dunno," she mumbled, and then spoke up, "When are the doctors going to be here? I want to see my tatte. He's a doctor too."

"They said they'd be here soon. Just sit still for a little while, zeisele."

"Where are you from?" the little brunette girl asked with childlike innocent, her brown doe-eyes wide.

"I'm from the Soviet Union, from near Leningrad. Do you know where that is?" Zonne shook her little head, earmuffs shaking nearly off her head.

"I know where the Soviet Union is. My teacher told me it is this really big country that used to be Russia, but then the emperor, she said is like the king, stepped down and these other people became the ruler and that's why we know it as Soviet Union."

"Leningrad used to be Petrograd. Before it was Saint Petersburg. It is in the northwestern part of the Soviet Union." Zonne nodded her head slowly.

"Okay."

"I'm Dana Smith."

"That doesn't sound Russian though," Zonne argued with the woman. She smiled.

"No, it was Dinochka Sidorova. My family always called me Dana," the little brunette girl nodded as the ambulance pulled up and the paramedics came out to get Zonne.

"I'm Zonne, but everyone always calls me Zoe."

So that is the story of how Zoe met her ice skating coach. Her and Lemon made "peace". It just means Lemon won't see her as a threat anymore. That part was inspired by my one-shot in What If? Chapter 4 aptly title: Zoe made peace with Lemon.

Zoe's ex, Zach. You all met him in Chapter 5 of What If? during my three shot that spun off and began this. He's a jerk, Zoe thinks he's a jerk, and George and Lemon think he's a jerk. Go Zoe! She punched him in the face. How she broke his nose, she didn't. Brick "fixed" it. In other words, in the last chapter of this, Brick was asking where she got the bruises from on her arm. She told Brick she fell. He didn't seem convinced, Zoe noted that she thought it sounded like he cared. He did. He was listening in on the conversation, which is normally what's happened when someone asks "What's going on here?" or something similar. That's why Zach is so afraid of Lemon Breeland. That was implied, but you don't really get it because I didn't include Brick's POV.

Zeisele is a Yiddish endearment meaning "little sweetie".

The stuff that Miss Dana, Zoe's figure skating coach, told her able St. Petersburg is true. During WWI, Nicholas II changed the name to Petrograd because he thought St. Petersburg sounded too German. It was changed to Leningrad after the Bolshivicks took over.

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