First off, sorry for not posting this quicker.
Second off, sorry this is so short.
Third off, thank you to all my wonderful reviews.
And fourth and lastly, I do not own anything... other than Jack... and Audri... and Tally... and Eliza... and Wyatt... but other than them, and Weston, and Zoe's grandmother and bio grandfather, and brother, and Roxana, her sister & cousin, and Paul and Clara Mae, and Wade's grandmother & aunt and uncle, and Wade's mother (and I think I've covered everyone)... who are all from that strange little part of my brain that nagged me until I wrote them.

Anyways...

Jack walked into the room, a vase of assorted flowers, made up of carnations, mignonettes, and yarrow, all with a message to get well. He placed them on the bedside table beside Rose. She was asleep, her hair spread over the pillow and he smiled softly, taking a seat in one of the chairs beside the bed.

"Jack," he heard what felt like hours later. He could have sworn his eyes were only closed for a minute. "What are you doing here?"

"Your appendix..." he started lamely, "It... uh, it ruptured." She nodded.

"I know. But what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. They wouldn't let anyone in before, but you were asleep, so I sat down, and I guess I fell asleep." He played with his hands, nervously wringing them together. "I didn't kiss Magnolia, if that's why you're mad at me. She kissed me, then I pushed her off almost immediately after she tried to jump me. Blondie's crazy."

Rose gave him a small half smile. "I figured she had. I wasn't mad at you, I don't think, I just couldn't really talk to you because I was upset. But I figured it was Magnolia." Jack perked up.

"Good, because I was really looking forward to our date on Friday and then..." he cut off and waved his hand in the air, as if to motion everything else. She nodded.

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

He smiled at her and moved his chair closer to the bed and the two began talking.

"Hey there, slow down, darlin'," Wade muttered, catching Zoe to him in his arms as she ran back and forth around the carriage house. "Where's the fire?" he asked amused.

"Sorry. It's just... I have a patient... and I'm really worried about the patient." He pressed his lips to her forehead.

"You'll figure it out. You always do." Zoe hugged him, tears coming to her eyes. "Is this the over-emotional hormonal part of your pregnancy?" She shook her head.

"This is a friend worried about another friend."

"Jack called," he told her, "Rose is going to be just fine." Zoe nodded, tears streaming from her eyes.

It wasn't just Rose she was worried about.

Magnolia's eyes widened as she heard the news about Rose. Just 'cause she wished that Rose was dead didn't mean she meant it literally, she thought. She ran out the door to go to the church to pray for her soul. No way did she want to go to Hell over someone as silly as Rose.

George smiled, breathing in the Georgia air as he stood up from the bed in the Carswell-Witt house. The town he was in was smaller than Bluebell. It had only one gas station with four pumps and one traffic light. The church was in the next town over, as was the doctors, lawyers, school and just about everything else. There was a post office next to the gas station, and a small connivance store with a bakery in it. There were some houses, but that was the whole town.

"Hey there, Mr. Tucker," Tally smiled at him, holding out a dish of freshly made cookies, "Want one?"

"Thank you," he told her with a smile.

Time had seemed to slow down to a stop here. It hardly felt like an hour had passed. Maybe it was his own reluctance to return to Bluebell. Whatever the reason may be, he was in no hurry to return home. He was happy here. He didn't have to think here. It was pleasant and not humid or hot like in Bluebell.

Most of all, there was no Lemon and no Lavon and he didn't have to think about the two together having an affair while he was in New York, blissfully living the dream life while thinking about his supposedly faithful then-girlfriend back in Bluebell. No, it was perfectly nice here.

The three of them were in the Mobile hospital waiting room. Wade sat in a chair beside Lavon. Brick was pacing back and forth. About an hour ago, Magnolia has disappeared, mentioning something about forgiveness.

Lemon was pale, overly thin, and very weak looking. Her stomach ulcer was possible serious. It worried Brick like crazy. His oldest daughter was extremely sick and where was her husband now? He had disappeared for a weird reason of which no one would tell him, Zoe, or Wade.

Zoe had gone to try to find out any information about Lemon, being that she had been her doctor for this. When he saw Zoe, walking out, with a frown on her face, he knew it wasn't good. "What's happening?"

"They're going to do surgery on her. They have a spot for tomorrow. You can go back and see her, if you want."

Dr. Breeland nodded, heading back in the direction from which Dr. Hart-Kinsella had just came. Zoe moved over to the chairs and sat down beside Wade, leaning on him. His arms wrapped around her and his lips lingered on her hairline. Sniffling a little, she moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around her husband's body as she laid her head down gently upon his chest. She looked tired, like if she went to sleep right now, she might not wake up for another twelve hours. Between Lemon's ulcer, Rose's appendix, and her pregnancy hormones, all she wanted to do was sleep.

Lavon watched the couple wrap their arms around each other, the tied doctor laying her head down, his old friend smile, leaning his head just barely onto of hers. It was pretty adorable really, in a sickening sort of way. The former football player stood up, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets. "Hey guys, I'm gonna go get some coffee. Want anything?"

"Sleep," Zoe muttered tiredly.

Wade shrugged, "Nothin' right now. Thanks Lavon." The mayor nodded and walked away.

Audri walked down from the large aircraft that carried soldiers in and out of the base, glancing up at the hot dessert sky. As the night went, soldiers moved around, to and fro. A man in clothes to obviously go to the gym bumped into her, causing her to drop a small bit of her things.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry, miss," he said, pulling an ear bud from his ear and kneeling to the ground to help her.

"It's no problem. I'm Audrianne Carswell-Witt."

"Wyatt Kinsella. It's a pleasure to meet you." He grinned boyishly at her.

"And you," she said taking her things and standing.

"Is that a bit of a Georgia twang I can hear in your voice?" Audri smiled coyly at him.

"Depends. Is that a bit of an Alabama accent I can here?" He smirked back.

"Depends." He glanced down at the time on his MP3 player and looked back at her. "Well, I'm afraid I have to go, but maybe well see each other again real soon."

The sun was high in the Georgia sky. The air was hot, but not humid, with a slight breeze coming through. Suddenly, the peaceful quiet was pierced with the shrill sound of a phone ringing. When he picked up the phone, an unfamiliar woman's voice asked, "George Tucker?"

TBC...

Ok, so I know there's no excuse for just not writing anything or posting the last few weeks on this story, but in my defense, I have some really good reasons.

Number 10: It was hot.
Number 9: I was watching Buffy.
Number 8: I was drooling over Spike's abs.
Number 7: It was really hot.
Number 6: I was playing golf, despite it being really hot, and sort of got burned... very burned.
Number 5: I was having writer's block.
Number 4: Did I mention that it's been really hot?
Number 3: I became re-obsessed with European royalty, mostly the Russians with the line of Nicholas I and Alexander III.
Number 2: I've been working.

And last but not least... NUMBER 1!

Number 1: IT'S BEEN LIKE A THOUSAND DEGREES!

I bought donuts. They sat on the counter overnight (big mistake) and in the morning, all the chocolate was all over the bottom of the container. EW! What's with this stinking heat? And don't say global warming, because a few months ago, I froze off several pounds, literally just about. And now, I'm melting. Forget cooking an egg on the sidewalk, you could heat up clay on the side walk, or boil some very high boiling point element, Uranium or Yttrium or Boron, on that same sidewalk.

Does everyone like how I tied my OCs together to HOD's characters? I've been planning Audri and Wyatt's meet for quite a while.

And now, I'm going to ask for a very deep and personal favor.

Does anyone know how to make banners for these stories? If you know how, please pm me! I'd really appreciate it because my computer has the photo-editing capacity of cropping and maybe changing the colors. I'm looking to make one for this story. Thank you. :D

So 155 reviews to next chapter... I swear I'll try to get it posted in a timely manner. The more reviews over that, the less likely Lemon is to tragically die in surgery, tragically die of complications of the surgery, less likely Zoe is to lose the baby, more likely George is to return home in one piece, and less likely that Lavon is going to run over Burt Reynolds, Burt becomes a zombie, and comes back and eats all of the cast members' brains in their sleep, and the more likely I am to post it in the area of the next week. If that sounds good to you, the more reviews the better the chances are. :D