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Somebody asked me if I was going to be using any of my own dialogue or if I was going to mostly stick to the script. Since I'm following along with the movie, I'm probably going to continue following along to the movie script.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee or Pocahontas
"No, wait! Please! Please! Don't run off," Brittany yells to the retreating woman's back. Brittany can hear the desperation in her voice as she calls out to the woman. She has never lowered her gun before nor has she ever thought twice about shooting a savage. But the moment her eyes met the chocolate orbs of this particular savage, Brittany knew she couldn't hurt her. Slinging her gun back to its place on her back, Brittany takes off after the woman.
From behind her, Santana can hear the strange woman calling out to her. Even though Santana cannot understand what the woman is saying, her voice alone makes Santana want to stop. She doesn't know why she is running but she finds herself unable to stop. She runs back through the forest, dodging bushes and jumping over fallen tree limbs. She can hear the other woman close behind her but Santana refuses to look back. She makes it back down to the river where she left her canoe and jumps into the small boat, Meeko and Flit already situated on one of the benches. Santana feels the warm bark of the redwood tree in her palm as she grasps the paddle and begins to drag it through the water.
Brittany makes it to the edge of the river just as Santana takes her first stroke with the paddle. "Please wait!" she yells again.
Hearing her voice again, even clearer this time, sends chills up Santana's spine. Her voice is sweet like honey and Santana feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Even though her body is screaming at her to row away, Santana turns her head to look at the pale woman with hair the color of the sun. Frozen where she sits, Santana can do nothing but stare at her.
Seeing the woman turn to look at her, Brittany slowly closes the three foot distance separating her from the tanned woman. "It's all right," she gently says. "I'm not going to hurt you," and as those words leave her lips Brittany knows she has never been more honest about anything in her life. Slowly reaching out her arm Brittany offers her hand, palm up, to the woman. "Here, let me help you out of the there," she says, indicating to the canoe Santana is still sitting in.
Santana cannot bring herself to lower her gaze from the ocean blue eyes staring at her. She can hear the calmness in the blonde's voice and can tell she is sincere with whatever it is she is saying. Still keeping her grip on the paddle, Santana slightly lowers her head. "Mat-ta-que na-to-rath," she says while slightly shaking her head and barely shrugging her shoulders.
Not one to be deterred by the language barrier, Brittany continues. "You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?" she asks with a slight hint of amusement in her voice. "It's all right," she says again feeling the hesitancy that is radiating off of the tanned girl.
Finally releasing her death grip on the paddle, Santana slowly reaches out her right hand to the woman a mere two feet away from her.
Watching as the woman in front of her slowly lifts her hand, Brittany can't help let a smile grace her lips. She stretches her arm out to its full length now and waits for the other woman close the distance.
Santana can't help but notice the smile she is being given as she reaches to take Brittany's hand. Though the smile on her lips is small, Santana can easily see the happiness in her eyes and this only encourages her more that she is making the right decision by not fleeing.
Finally the olive-colored tips of Santana's fingers meet the slightly calloused palm of Brittany's hand. Santana is at once grateful she is still sitting because the rush of electricity that shoots through her upon touching the other woman makes her knees go weak. Brittany too feels the electricity shoot up her arm and can't help but let a small gasp escape through her lips. Blue locked onto brown, Brittany slowly closes her long, creamy white fingers around the sun kissed hand of Santana. Slowly and with her hand still grasped by the foreign woman, Santana lifts herself off of the bench of her canoe and gently rests one bare foot onto the solid ground of the riverbank. Never breaking eye contact from the other woman, Santana pulls her other foot out of the canoe and too places it on the riverbank. The two young women stand toe to toe, one pair of eyes never breaking from the other, as a slight wind begins to form around them.
As the wind circles them, Santana thinks she can hear the wind and Grandmother Willow singing gently around them:
Ay ay ay na ay ay na
Listen with your heart
You will understand
Let it break upon you
Like a wave upon the sand
The wind is slowing to a stop and Brittany, slightly confused by how the wind seemed to have been focused on circling around them, finally lets go of Santana's hand. "Who are you?" she asks, barely above a whisper.
Thinking back to her earlier conversation with Grandmother Willow, Santana lets her eyelids flutter close.
Listen with your heart
You will understand
Santana's eyes pop back open and she has to stifle the gasp that is threatening to push past her full lips. She has but barely touched this woman but in her heart, Santana knows this woman is special. Not fully understanding what it is her heart is trying to tell her, she remembers that the blonde has asked her name. "Santana," she breathlessly whispers.
Brittany watches curiously as the Native American closes her eyes only to have them pop back open a few seconds later. She can tell the woman is breathing a little differently and misses the woman's name. "What? What did you say?" Brittany asks.
Trying to set aside the strange feelings that are causing Santana's skin to tingle she hears Brittany ask for her name again. Realizing she must have said her name too softly Santana repeats herself. "My name is Santana," she slowly says, trying to annunciate her words.
Now able to hear the woman in front of her, Brittany can feel her face flush when the raspy voice of Santana reaches her ears. Clearing her throat and blinking a few times, Brittany finally gathers her thoughts and comes up with an appropriate response to learning Santana's name. With a smile that once again reaches her eyes, Brittany says "I'm Brittany Pierce."
Puck and his small group of warriors sit hiding amongst bushes and trees, observing the strangely colored people.
All around him, Governor Schuester hears the blissful sound of metal shovels tearing away at the soft soil of the ground. "That's it. Keep at it, men. Keep digging. It's got to be here somewhere," Schuester says as he walks through the crowd of digging men.
Making his way over from his hiding location a young warrior, no more than twenty-two, begins to speak to Puck. "There are thirty more of them, down by the ridge," Namontack says while tilting his head towards the direction he is referring to.
Puck realizes just how many of these dangerous men there are and addresses a few of the warriors close to him. "That makes more than a hundred."
Schuester looks down to Sam, who is digging in a hole that is easily three and a half feet deep. "Anything yet?" he asks Sam.
Sam looks up and has to shield his eyes from the blistering sun, "Nothing but rocks and dirt, sir."
Quinn, who is standing by the hole she has been working on, leans on her shovel and locks her eyes on Schuester. "Um, how long are we gonna keep digging like this…sir?" she asks, annoyance dripping from her tongue with every syllable.
From the next hole over, Finn looks up and quickly jumps out of his hole, approaching Schuester to join the conversation. "Aye, we're slaving away, busting our backs, day and night-"
Schuester, not wanting a riot to start out amongst the crew, quickly interjects. "For king and country," he says continuing from where he cut Finn off, who is rolling his eyes. "I know, I know, and I share your fatigue," he exaggerates, while taking a large bite out of the turkey leg he has been carrying around. Deciding he is done with his food Schuester calls out for Kurt. "Hummel! Hummel!" he stops yelling as soon as Kurt appears at his side. "Dispose of this" he says to Kurt as he continues walking.
Kurt drops down to his knees and offers the turkey leg to Percy, the governor's dog. Percy merely rolls his eyes at the man's weirdness as Kurt is saying "Who's a good doggy? Who's a good doggy?" Throwing the turkey leg into the bushes he stands up and says to Percy over his shoulder, "Fetch, boy."
The turkey leg barely misses one of the Indian's heads as it goes flying through the bushes. Curious as to where it came from, the warrior barely peeks his head over the bushes he is crouching behind. Percy happens to catch the sight of the warrior's head and begins to howl.
Schuester hears his dog howling and immediately begins shouting, "Savages!" The crew immediately look up from digging when they hear this and seeing that he has everyone's attention, Schuester continues shouting. "It's an ambush, arm yourselves!"
The men make a mad dash to their muskets and the Indians prepare their bows and arrows. Schuester is screaming at his men to grab muskets and open fire on the Indians.
Sam follows Quinn, Mike, and Finn as they arm themselves with muskets and quickly tries to keep up with them as they find somewhere safe to shoot from. Sam trips over an exposed root and falls face-first onto the ground. He accidently drops his musket as he falls and it lands in just a way that causes it to go off. The stray bullet barely misses hitting Schuester in the arm and he turns to scream at Sam. "Them, you idiot," he yells as Sam pulls himself off of the ground. Watching in anger and horror as arrows and bullets go flying past him, Schuester calls out to no one in particular, "Where's that blasted Pierce when I need her?"
From the trees, Puck and his warriors are trying their best to defend themselves. Puck's attention is quickly drawn to his friend when he hears the man scream out in agonizing pain. "Namontack!" Puck yells over to his friend who is writhing on the ground in pain, clutching at his thigh where the bullet entered. Not willing to lose any men, Puck rushes over to help carry his friend while he orders his warriors to go back to the village.
As they retreat back to the village, they can hear the Englishmen cheering for their victory
Realizing that this is far from over Schuester begins to yell at his crew. "Shut up, shut up you fools! They'll be back," he says a now that the men have quieted down. "Everyone back to camp," he orders. Looking over to Finn and his three friends, Schuester gives them an order to get the rest of the cannons ashore and finish building the fort.
"Aye governor," the four say as they begin to make their way back to the ship.
Sam is the last to turn and head towards the ship but Schuester stops him from continuing with the rest of his friends. Looking down at Sam, Schuester says, "Learn to use that thing properly," indicating the musket Sam is still holding. "A man's not a man unless he knows how to shoot." Sam is horribly embarrassed by the mistake he made during their battle with the Indians so he keeps his eyes on the ground and his shoulders slumped as he slowly walks back to the ship.
Puck's injured friend is lying on a small bed made of straw and animal hides inside Kekata's medicinal tepee. He is shaking from the blood he is losing as a result of the bullet wound and Puck can do nothing but stand there and watch as his friend writhes in pain.
From beside Puck, Chief Powhatan finally speaks up. "These beasts invade our shores, and now this," he says to the warriors who are gathered in the tepee.
Kekata, who has been chanting up until this point, stops and looks up to meet Powhatan's angry gaze. Shoulders slumped, he despairingly says, "This wound is strange to me."
"We will fight this enemy, but we cannot do it alone. Puck, send messengers to every village in our nation. We will call on our brothers to help us fight." Powhatan steps outside of the tepee to find every member of his tribe waiting to hear what he has to say about the battle. "These White Men are dangerous! No one is to go near them," Powhatan announces.
Little does Powhatan know his order to stay away from the White Men is already being disobeyed.