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Author's Notes: Thank you for all the reviews and feedback.

I have written two alternate endings. Each ending is just one chapter long.

One- What if Marvin had never offered Rhett a chance to go back in time and win Scarlett's heart?

Two- What if Marvin sent Rhett back in time to the night Melanie died?

Epilogue

Fall of 1885

Wade Hamilton who had been going by Wade Butler for the last seventeen years sighed a sigh of relief as he got himself settled in his private car. His train trip would last for a little bit more than forty hours. It depended on how good the speed was that the train was able to travel in the South. Once the train got into Virginia the tracks were better and thus the train would make better time.

Wade thought back on the last week. He had traveled to Atlanta to conclude business. He had been a half owner of a house in Atlanta. He had sold it to his aunt for the market price, well sort of. When Uncle Ashley had not been able to come up with all the money, Wade had let him have it for what the older man had been able to raise. Mom would be so mad when she found out that he had practically given the house away. Dad would tell him he had done the right thing to unload that dog. Mom would forgive him. She always did. He was special to Mom. He knew he was Mom's favorite child. Simply because he was a boy. No, he was special to Mom, because Mom was his favorite, unlike his sisters who had always thought Dad was the favorite.

On his trip south he had met relatives he had never met before. That wasn't true, relatives he had not remembered meeting before. His Aunt Melanie, Uncle Ashley, and his cousin Beau. He had known that he had them, of course, but neither Mom nor Dad had ever wanted to travel to Atlanta. Occasionally, Mom would say, "I wish I could go visit Careen and Tara, but it is so long a trip. I just can't be gone that long. If I was, Charlotte would make a mess of the books."

Although Mom didn't have any problem leaving Miss Webb alone with the books when the family went to Europe or out West.

Wade knew that his mother liked the idea of returning to the state she had been born and raised in, but his mother knew it would never be the same as her memories. Therefore, she kept her memories intact by never returning and seeing reality.

Wade knew that Mama and Aunt Careen wrote every month. He knew that Aunt Careen had kept Mama updated on the status of Tara, after all she was a part owner. At least, she had been until he had given the Benteens the property transfer papers a few days ago.

Wade had supper with his Wilkes relatives a couple of times and the conversation had been nice, but they had not much in common. His Aunt PittyPat had been appalled he spoke with a Boston accent, which had made him make the accent that much thicker.

Wade had looked around the parlor and saw the shabbiness of the room. It made him remember a comment Dad had made before he had gotten on the train. Dad had said, "You are about to see what living in gentile poverty is all about."

Wade knew exactly what Dad had been talking about. Nothing was new. Everything had a worn look to it. Although Wade would admit that he thought his Uncle Ashley and Aunt Melanie were happy. He didn't know about his cousin.

Beau was a newspaper reporter trying to make a name for himself. Wade hoped he succeeded. Although Wade would never know if he did or didn't succeed. He had not exchanged addresses with anyone.

Aunt Melly had asked Wade about his father's sword. She seemed pleased when he told her he had it mounted on his bedroom wall. He had lied. The sword was in the back of his closet with the picture of Mom and Charles Hamilton. Wade knew the man was his father because he looked just like him, but to Wade Dad was his …. Well Dad.

Wade had traveled down to Tara. He vaguely remembered loving to go to Tara. He looked at the red dirt, the green grass, and the fields ready to be plowed under and knew he could have been happy living here if his life had taken another path.

Wade had spent the night. He had met his cousins. There were three boys and a girl. Aunt Careen and Uncle Will had another daughter, Cassie. She was married to Joe Fontaine. Wade remembered Cassie from when they lived in Georgia.

There was an old black woman who had hugged him and said, "Bless my soul. Aren't you a sight to see."

Wade didn't know for sure, but he thought the woman was called Mammy. She had been his mammy, his mother's mammy, and his grandmother's mammy. He smiled at the memory. The woman might outlive them all.

Wade, his cousins, his aunt and his uncle had talked and talked. They had talked until Uncle Will had to take him into Jonesboro to catch the train to return to Atlanta. Wade had felt such camaraderie with the people who lived at Tara. He knew they were his people. Much more so than Beau and his aunt and uncle.

On the way to Jonesboro, Uncle Will said, "Your dad gave me this buggy when your parents got married. I have always appreciated it through the years."

Wade had thought that was sad. Yes, the buggy was in good condition considering its age, but Dad or Mom would have replaced it at least twice by now. Wade knew the Benteens could not afford to replace the buggy.

Wade settled himself in for the trip. He had a good book. He had peace and quiet. He would not have that once he got home. He thought about his sisters.

Ella – striking Ella with her green eyes and her mysterious ways. As soon as she had turned fourteen the men started wanting to call on her. She had been quite popular until she let Noah Green capture her heart. He was a telegraph operator like his dad, but he provided Ella with a good living. Ella and Noah lived in the neighborhood. Dad had bought the newlyweds a brownstone as a wedding present. Noah had been shocked. He, like everyone else in the neighborhood, had no idea how rich Dad was. They had two children, a boy, and a girl. Wade had heard his mother say, "It is a good thing, Ella doesn't have any trouble carrying a baby to term. I don't think Alice could handle it considering she kept having miscarriages."

Genie and Tory – Both so beautiful. So different in personality. Of all his sisters, Genie was the most like Dad. Tory was the most like Mom. They had been receiving callers for a while now. Nobody had been smart enough for Genie and honestly Tory wasn't about to give up being loved and adored by so many callers.

Lizbet and Resa – They were born on the same day, but they were not twins. They were beautiful also. They were going to go to Finishing School in the fall. Wade smiled as he thought, 'Mom was probably more excited than Lizbet and Resa.'

Wade never referred to Lisbet and Resa as twins even in his mind. No, the twins were Genie and Tory.

Wade thought about growing up in the neighborhood. He had a good idea how rich Dad was now that he was an adult, but nobody else would because Mom and Dad had always been conservative with spending money. They wanted to fit into the neighborhood. They wanted to be part of the community. Although that being said if one of them wanted something, they went out and bought it.

Like that piece of land that Dad had bought so he could build an ice rink on it. All of them had loved to ice skate, but because Mom was so scared to let them skate on a frozen pond, Dad had built them an ice rink.

Wade smiled. Dad harassed, teased, and made fun of Mom, but if she wanted something he would move heaven and earth so she would have it.

Just like Dad buying Mom that farm in upstate MA. Its only purpose was so Mom could go and spend a couple of nights in the country. In fact, the former owner still lived on the property and farmed the land. Mom had built them their own house on the land. The former owner was responsible for making sure nothing happened to the house.

Every one of the children loved going, but the most the family would stay in the country was a week. Mom would say, "We have to return to the city. Dad can't take being in the country anymore."

Everyone would laugh, but they knew Mom wasn't joking. Within twenty-four hours, the family was returning to Boston and the brownstone.

Dad owned a sailboat. He would hire a couple of deck hands to work the sails when they went out. Dad had said, "I'm too old to do all that. And, Wade, you never have, so there is no point in you learning now."

Wade had enjoyed sailing, but Mom had not. The family would spend the afternoon on the water until Dad would say, "We have stretched your mother's patience as far as it will go, let's go back to shore."

The next morning when Wade woke up, he realized he would be home in time to go to church with the family. Going to church every Sunday was enough to make him want to move out, but he didn't. Dad and Mom didn't ask a lot of him. So, Wade guessed going to church was a small price to pay for everything his parents did for him.

Besides, Wade and Hazel Court would be married next year. He had asked her once he got his job at the engineering firm, Ramsgate Engineering. She had said yes, and the planning had begun. It was the reason he had gone to Atlanta. To tie up all loose ends of his former life.

Surprisingly to Wade, his mother had not wanted to be part of the planning of the wedding. She had said, "I planned Ella's and I have four more to go. No, just have Mrs. Court tell me what I need to do."

Wade said, "Are you sure, Mom?"

Dad had said, "Wade, take her at a weak moment and exclude her from the planning."

His Mom had said, "Go tell your grandmother about your engagement. She will be excited for you."

Wade said, "Alright, Mom."

That same afternoon in a Boston Brownstone, Rhett and Scarlett Butler were sitting down for their afternoon snack. They had been doing it ever since they had gotten married seventeen years ago, and they weren't going to stop any time in the foreseeable future. Everyone knew not to disturb the couple while they were having their sandwiches.

Scarlett was having a tuna on white bread and Rhett was having ham on wheat with mustard.

As Rhett and Scarlett were eating, she reached out and wiped the mustard off his cheek. He smiled. She smiled. He said, "Do you want to take a trip around the world?"

"Not until all the girls are married. We have to be here and chaperon them."

"Of course, we do. There are skunks everywhere."

"Even at a barbecue in the country."

"I almost didn't go with Mr. Kennedy."

"Why did you?"

"To have pig cooked in a pit. There is nothing quite like it."

"True. Is that why you had the men try to cook it at the farm?"

Rhett grimaced and said, "They have failed every time they have tried."

"Too bad we can't just make Big Sam come up here to do our pig cooking."

Rhett sighed and said, "No, we can't do that anymore. It is illegal."

With a smile Scarlett said, "Yes, it is. I had Careen ask him and Liberty to move up here."

"What did he say?"

"This is from Careen, so I don't even know if she asked him, but he didn't want to leave Tara. He was happy at Tara."

"Are you saying your sister the former nun would lie?"

"Yes."

Rhett laughed. He said, "After we get through here would you like to go upstairs?"

"What for?"

"To get physical."

"If you are going to deliver the goods – sure."

"I am wounded you would doubt my ability to perform."

"I have reason to doubt."

Rhett roared with laughter. He finally said, "I can't promise anything, but would you like to try one more time."

"Yes, always with you."

Clarence, who by this time, had saved quite a few souls was hovering above. He liked to visit Scarlett and Rhett. They always made him happy. Unfortunately, he had a couple of failures over the years, but the humans had refused to listen. As Sam Winchester had said, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink."