The Second Wind

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Title: The Second Wind

Author: Sw

Rating: Mature-13

Disclaimer: I don't own Gone With the Wind or am making any money off of this story. I just wrote it for fun.

Summary: Scarlett gets a second chance to make things right but will they turn out better then before?




This story begins with the end of GWTW.



“I’ll think of it all tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.”

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After saying this Scarlett closed her eyes for a brief second then she heard a voice calling to her one she knew but also found to be impossible to be real.
“Miss Scarlett, ya best be wakin up. If ya don’t wanna be missing the barbecue.” Mammy said carrying a tray full of food.

Scarlett batted her eyes then closed them all together, expecting when she opened them again this hallucination would be gone. Twelve years had past since this dreadful day when Ashley had rebuffed her and she had become engaged to Charles.

But once more when her eyes opened Scarlett saw her bedroom at Tara looking as it is did back then. ‘No this can’t be’ Scarlett thought, frightened out of her wits end. As the sunshine came in through the window, Scarlett felt a shiver ran down her body.

It had all been a dream, Rhett Butler wasn’t real. Her love for him impossible, he didn’t exist. Shaking her head Scarlett vividly remember the way Rhett’s kisses had made her feel. That couldn’t have been a dream, because she had never imagine or thought possible such passion.

“Miss Scarlett is yous are right?” Mammy asked, worried by Scarlett’s weird behavior.

‘This couldn’t be real’ was all Scarlett thought over and over. She must have fainted and hit her head. That had to be it she was in a coma and this was all a dream. Rhett was real, Scarlett knew this beyond a doubt. So knowing this, Scarlett decided to play along with this whatever it was when she saw the worried look on Mammy’s face.

“I’m fine Mammy I just had a bad dream that’s all.” Scarlett said, pulling her covers back and looking over the tray of food Mammy had brought with her. Scarlett felt hungry and thinking back, realized she hadn’t eaten anything for a good day. But this being a dream, that food on the tray wasn’t going to fill her any. Oh how she wished it would though.

“Poor chid why don’t ya tell me all bout it?” Mammy asked. Scarlett had to think back for a second as to what she was referring too, and then remember about her nightmare explanation. Scarlett smiled, and for a moment felt like that sixteen-year-old girl she was supposed to be instead of a 28-year-old mother of three children, one of which was dead.

“Mammy it was awful. I was married to this wonderful man. Only I never loved him. Just when I realized I did, he left me.” Scarlett stated, leaving out all the parts about her other husbands.

“That’s just a nightmare chid.” Mammy said as she took hold of Scarlett dress. If they didn’t hurry, Miss Scarlett would miss the barbecue.

Scarlett was lost in thoughts at how simple here life had been at this age. All she need ever do was bat her eyes and boys did anything she asked. Scarlett hoped she would awake soon. She had no desire to relive that awful day at Twelve Oaks again.
The only bright spot about this day was being the fact she had meet Rhett. Hopefully this living nightmare would end before she had to go through her whole life again.

Mammy had left Scarlett with no time to eat.
‘If eating make believe food could be called eating.’ Scarlett thought. Scarlett just stood back and let Mammy do all the work. Confusion was written on Scarlett’s face as the strays were cutting into her side. ‘They shouldn’t hurt this is a dream’ then a light went off in Scarlett’s head of course. she had strays on. that’s why they hurt. She was of course dressed when she fainted or whatever it was she did.

“Ain’t ya gonna eat Miss Scarlett?” Mammy asked, finishing buttoning Scarlett’s dress.

Scarlett turned and smiled kindly at Mammy, a smile Mammy had never seen on her lambs face before.

“I just don’t know if I could eat a bite Mammy.” Scarlett replied, not wanting to fight with her about this again. Make believe food wasn’t something Scarlett wanted to eat when she was so hungry she could eat a horse.

“Yous best be eating now Miss Scarlett, so ya won’t eat like a field hand at the Wilkes.” Mammy said, thinking she was up to Scarlett’s tricks.

Scarlett shook her head and quietly whined, “I won’t be eating at the barbecue either. I’m just not hungry that’s all Mammy.” She stated, hoping Mammy hadn’t caught her eyeing the tray. Even if this Mammy was a dream one Scarlett knew she could make her eat if she forced the issue.

“Now Miss Scarlett I won’t have ya goin to the Wilkes starved.” Mammy said, then picked up the tray once more.

Scarlett could smell the eggs and toast and longed to taste them as well. But this was a dream and even if she was smelling them, which made no sense at all, there was no way she could eat them. This dream seemed so real they way the dress felt against her fingers as if it were real. So lost in thought was she, Scarlett failed to notice Mammy with the tray of food standing before her again.

“Eat now chid.” Mammy ordered.

Scarlett knew that tone; it wasn’t one she could brush off. If she didn’t obey Mammy would march to her Mother and Ellen O’Hara would make sure her oldest child ate.

“If you insist.” Scarlett replied, not hiding her discomfort at being forced to eat.

“I insist.” Mammy said never moving an inch. Scarlett needed to eat, she wasn’t going to faint from hunger at the Wilkes.

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Scarlett sat at the edge of her bed as Mammy laid down the tray before her. Looking from the tray to Mammy’s dark face, Scarlett saw that Mammy’s eyes wouldn’t leave her until she had begun to eat. So with much resentment in her eyes, Scarlett picked up the fork lying next to the plate filled it with eggs.

Smiling with fake sweetness, she opened her mouth and in went the fork. Scarlett’s emerald eyes widening as the full taste of egg filled her mouth. Shaking so forceful the fork and egg dropped from her hand, Scarlett turned a pale white. ‘This couldn’t be?’ Scarlett thought once more. Mammy asking if she was alright brought Scarlett’s eyes to fall on her.

Mammy looked scared to death and had pushed the tray aside within a moment to grab a hold of Scarlett to stop her from shaking. She had only seen one other person ever look like this, the walking dead. Scarlett’s mother had looked this way the day she learned of her cousin fate.

Mammy blamed this all on Ashley Wilkes and the ungentlemanly way he had lead Scarlett to believe he was in love with her.

“No. . . . he” Scarlett whispered as tears fell from her eyes. Rhett wasn’t real, had never been real. Rhett Butler was a dream, of course why hadn’t she seen it before, he was her perfect man he couldn’t have been real.

“Miss Scarlett, take a deep breath and let it out.” Mammy said as tears stained Scarlett’s ivory face.

“No. . . No. . . . . No.” Scarlett kept saying over and over Rhett had to be real as real as Wade, or Ella. Was this her punishment for not realizing she loved Rhett sooner to be in a world without him?

Mammy just hugged Scarlett close to herself and comforted her young Mistress. Trying to think of anything that she could say to cheer Scarlett up. “Stop crying chid, are yours pretty eyes will be all bloodshot. Then what would people think?” Mammy asked knowing Scarlett’s pride would kick in at those words.

Pulling herself out of Mammy’s embrace, Scarlett looked at her with clear emotionless eyes and replied, “I don’t care what people think Mammy; my whole world is gone.” Scarlett found after living the past six years married to Rhett, letting people know just what she thought of them left her hollow inside.

Scarlett couldn’t force herself to go to Twelve Oaks and pretend to be a lady. She had stopped acting as one so long ago, Scarlett wasn’t sure she remembered how to act as one. Mammy shook her head, then pushed her pain at seeing Scarlett this heart broken aside. Someone had to snap Scarlett out of this and fast, she had perhaps five minutes before her father would want to leave, with or without Scarlett, “How selfish you are Chid ya world ain’t over. Ya find a new beau at the barbecue.” Mammy said pulling Scarlett to her feet and using her apron to dry Scarlett’s eyes.

“Now move, Miss Scarlett ya father is waiting for ya.” With those simple words Scarlett found herself being pushed out her bedroom door.


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Walking down the stairs, Scarlett wouldn’t let any more tears fall. Suellen, no doubt would laugh at her and believe like Mammy and everyone else would, she was crying because of Ashley.

‘Oh, if only that were true.’ Scarlett thought as she saw her father. At the sight of Gerald O’Hara standing at all his short height tears again fell from Scarlett’s eyes, only these were from the joy of seeing her father alive once more.

Forgetting all about her broken heart Scarlett ran to her father and hugged him as if tomorrow wouldn’t come if she let go, “If this show, girl thingy, is to get you out of trouble for being late, it will not work Katie Scarlett.” Gerald said his blue eyes telling his oldest child to stop this game of her’s.

“No, Pa of course not. Can’t I just be happy to see you?” Scarlett asked, as she realized if her father was here that also meant so was her Mother. To be able to see her face and hear her soft voice once more that would be heavenly. At that second Scarlett wanted nothing more then to leave her father in search of her beloved Mother.

Just then Ellen O’Hara appeared to see her family off, she couldn’t go with her family to the Wilkes because of Wilkerson’s affair. Scarlett remember how happy she had been the first time she had lived this day at her Mother’s absence, now Scarlett felt like begging her Mother to forget about the plantation accounts and come with them anyway.

Ellen walked over to Scarlett and kissed her cheek sweetly and then noticed Scarlett’s tear stained eyes, but what scared Mrs. O’Hara was the fire held within them was burned out, it was as if Scarlett was hallowed out person now.

“Scarlett are you ill?” Ellen asked, worried about her daughter.

“No Mother, I’m fine.” Scarlett said as she kissed her mother’s cheek in return then smiled. Mrs. O’Hara noticed the smile never reached her eyes. Before she could ask Scarlett if perhaps she would like to stay the afternoon here with her instead of going to the Wilkes’ barbecue. Suellen pushed Scarlett away so she could say goodbye to her mother.

Scarlett didn’t know if she wanted to thank Suellen or kill her. But as she got into the carriage a thought brought an ember to arise in Scarlett’s eyes. If this day kept going as the original one had, then wasn’t it possible there might indeed be a Rhett Butler at the Barbecue at Twelve Oaks?

The ember in Scarlett’s eyes became a tiny fire, if Rhett were there, then everything would be alright. He had fallen in love with her once; she could get him to do it again. And when he did, Scarlett would make up for everything she had ever done to hurt him. They would be so happy together . . .

So lost in her daydream was she, Scarlett had forgotten what Mr. Rhett Butler was like when she first met him.

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Part 2


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Scarlett just sat back into the O’Hara carriage and let her father and Mrs. Tarleton talk not even listen to their conversation having already heard it once upon a time. Suellen seemed lost in thought as well, probably thinking about old Frank, Scarlett thought as she then remember the look on her face at his funeral. That wasn’t going to happen, this time Mr. Kennedy could marry Suellen after the war ended, because if Scarlett got her way Rhett would be at the barbecue and somehow Scarlett knew she would win his heart.

After what seemed forever to Scarlett, Gerald bid farewell to Mrs. Tarleton and her daughters, promising to see them all again at the Wilkes. Scarlett smiled up at her father as he rode his horse next to their carriage. She bit her tongue as a plea for him to ride ahead or behind them entered her mind. Scarlett found she couldn’t demand her father to leave her side, too many years without him made that impossible, even if the dust was choking them and her dress would look as if she walked from Tara to Twelve Oaks. Thankful Suellen for once proved helpful.
“Pa, please ride behind us or before. You’re choking us and getting are dresses all dusty.” Suellen said, trying to sweet talk Gerald as Scarlett did. Gerald shook his head at his middle child’s actions, not falling from them for a second, then just rode ahead leaving Scarlett alone in the carriage with her two little sisters.

Smoke could be seen as they neared Twelve Oaks, Scarlett smiled and her heartbeat grew fast, but not because she would once again see the beauty that was Twelve Oaks. No this beat belong to one man only, Rhett would be there. Scarlett could hardly wait.

It seemed to Scarlett getting to the house took forever but once there, Scarlett’s nervousness took over what if Rhett wasn’t there?

He had to be, Scarlett told herself, never letting doubt or fear enter her mind. As John Wilkes came up to their carriage to help them out, Scarlett stared past him, looking for any sign of Rhett or Frank Kennedy anywhere. If she remembered correctly, Frank should be headed this way bended on helping Suellen out of the carriage.

So if she just stuck like glue to him, he was bound to lead her to Rhett. But that was not to be, because Scarlett forgot one importation fact, the Tarleton twins. Stuart and Brent where at her side the second her foot hit the ground. Then of course Munroe girls came up to tell Scarlett how much they loved her dress. Scarlett could hear Frank’s soft voice telling Suellen how pretty she looked. Scarlett smiled openly at that. Having found true love with Rhett, Scarlett now truly understood Suellen’s hate for her was deserved. Even if she had her reason for marrying Frank, stealing him from Suellen hadn’t been right.

Scarlett looked up quickly past all the people around her, remembering how she had first seen Rhett standing in the hall alone. But there was no one standing there. Did that mean there was no Rhett Butler?

Scarlett felt herself turning white once more with that thought, The Tarleton twins noticed Scarlett’s color change and both asked at once “Are you alright Miss Scarlett?”

Scarlett smiled weakly and felt her heart breaking once more. The fire in her eyes burned out once again. If there was no Rhett, Scarlett didn’t have a reason to live. Life without his smiles, jokes, and not to mention his caddish behavior wasn’t worth living.

“Don’t you worry boys, I just need to fix my hair.” Scarlett said, and then left the bewildered Tarleton twins staring after her. All Scarlett wanted to do was get up to a room lock herself in and cry her eyes out. But seeing India Wilkes headed her way left Scarlett, no choice but to say ‘hello’. Hating India for future actions wasn’t right and hadn’t she every right to be sore at Scarlett after she stole poor Stuart Tarleton’s heart just for the fun of it. Scarlett felt as if a heavy stone was lying on top of her, but bit-by-bit as she undid the wrongs of the past she left the stone get lighter.

“Hello India, I must say you’ve done a wonderful job today.” Scarlett said politely, hoping India hostess duties would call her away any second.

“Thank you Scarlett.” India said, she didn’t know why it was, but Scarlett seemed different today. Her emerald eyes didn’t shine as they should and she looked pale, for a moment India fought a smile. This had to be because of Ashley’s engagement well Miss-I-can-get-any-boy was heartbroken. ‘What a pity’ India thought smiling. It was a shame, India felt, she couldn’t laugh in Scarlett’s face and show her true feelings for the southern belle.

“If your excuse me India, I must fix my hair.” Scarlett stated with no emotion in her voice. All emotion except pain had vanished from Scarlett. But her good since had not now if true to forum this day kept marching on Charles Hamilton would be after her next. And if there was one thing Scarlett couldn’t handle right now, it was the sight of her first husband. Scarlett knew now Charles was nothing but a boy who was in love for the first time. She didn’t want to hurt him nor did she really need to see that look in his eyes when her world was over. Oh . . . why did she have to be such a flirt?
No wonder none of the other girls liked her. She wouldn’t like herself either. All she did was flirt with their beau’s and if she could, stole them away and all for the fun of it. She was a horrible person, one who didn’t deserve love or happiness. With those thoughts, Scarlett turned and ran up the stairs of Twelve Oaks, not caring if anyone saw her and whispered ‘How unladylike she was acting.’

So upset was she, Scarlett never noticed a pair of dark eyes following her silently up the stairs before she disappeared from view.


Scarlett, fighting tears, came to a door and opened it, not caring what room she was in, just glad to have find an empty one. Scarlett turned so she was facing the door she then locked it. Letting herself gently fall to the floor Scarlett let her tears free. As she sobbed uncontrollably, Scarlett closed her eyes and fell into a troubled sleep.

She was running once again. The fog was everywhere; only this time there wasn’t anyone Scarlett was trying to find. With this Scarlett knew there was no escape if Rhett didn’t exist this was how the world would always be to her, a cold unfeeling place.

Scarlett woke with tears still in her eyes. So upset had she been when entering this room, she hadn’t noticed this room wasn’t a spare bedroom. No, this room belonged to none other then Ashley Wilkes. Scarlett had to laugh through her tears. Something Rhett had always told her if you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at, entered her mind. ‘Will it be like this always?’ Scarlett wondered. Remembering things she and Rhett had done or just like now simply words he spoken, would they haunt her for the rest of her life?

Looking around Ashley’s room, Scarlett noticed how dull and boring the walls and rug looked. On his desk was books, shaking her head Scarlett felt so lost. At least one thing had stayed the same in her crazy world. Ashley was still the same old boring gentlemen as ever.

Remember herself, Scarlett hoped she hadn’t been gone too long as she walked back towards Ashley’s bedroom door. As she entered the hall, Scarlett knew indeed she must have been asleep for some time, because the house itself was quiet. Holding her head up, Scarlett headed for the backyard and the barbecue. If indeed Rhett were real, he would be there; she could recall his speech to the boys about how the Yankee’s would lick them.

As she left the house, Scarlett stopped and her breath quicken as she took in the sight of the whole barbecue all the girls with their beau’s and all the married ladies to one side. Smiling for this lifestyle, one that soon would be only in memories, Scarlett found she never wanted to move from this spot.
So lost was she in her daydreaming of this of moment never ending, Scarlett didn’t notice the Tarleton twins were next to her until Brent asked “Where have you been Miss Scarlett? We’ve been worried sick.”

Scarlett looked at the two boys. This was one of the last times she had seen them alive. Scarlett felt like telling them not to join the war. But knew it would do little good for all four Tarleton boys had their hearts set on fighting the Yankee’s and fight them no matter what they would.

“I’m a silly goose. With all my excitement of today I didn’t sleep a wink last night. I fell asleep upstairs brushing my hair.” Scarlett lied, showering the twins with her dimples. Neither noticed Scarlett’s emerald eyes looked hallow.

Sitting under a tree with the Tarleton twins and them alone, Scarlett ate like Mammy biggest fear, a field hand.
Both Brent and Stuart just laughed at Scarlett and offered to get her more food.


The same pair of dark eyes followed Scarlett’s every action and chuckled as she waited for one of her beaus to bring back another plate of food.

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Scarlett enjoyed every bite, knowing that tonight Mammy would scorn her. But Scarlett found even the thought of Mammy’s hot words didn’t bring her any really fear. Since that dream, Scarlett didn’t feel anything.

As the afternoon worn on Scarlett noticed the boys eyes, even Ashley’s, on her. The young girls all seemed not to notice her whatsoever. Suellen was in her height of glory with old Frank sitting with her. Scarlett did notice Carreen was sitting alone, looking upset.

‘How silly am I?’ Scarlett thought, ‘Carreen is in love with Brent.’ While there wasn’t anything Scarlett could do about that seeing as her baby sister was to young for a beau perhaps just having Brent talk to her would cheek her up.
“Brent, could you do me a favor?” Scarlett asked, using all the fake sweetness she could muster at the moment.

Brent smiled and nodded his head thrilled to be of serve to Scarlett. “Do you see Carreen over there. She’s all alone could you go ask her to join us?” Scarlett asked, knowing as older sister it was her job to look out for Carreen reputation.

Stuart smiled and watched Brent’s back as he headed for Carreen, “That was sweet of you Scarlett.” Stuart said as he watched Scarlett eat another bite full of food.

Scarlett smiled at her childhood friend. And wondered how long he had known Carreen had a crush on Brent? As her little sister came to sat next to her with Brent carrying her plate of food she had the biggest smile Scarlett had ever seen before on her face.
“Thank you so much Scarlett” Carreen said, and then kissed her big sister’s cheek quickly.

Scarlett returned her a real smile.

“There nothing to thank me for Carreen. I couldn’t have you sitting alone.” Brent and Stuart both smiled and loved the way Scarlett seemed to look out for her younger sister. “I wish I could go to the ball tonight.” Carreen said, as Scarlett noticed she had listened to Mammy and wasn’t touching her plate. Scarlett could only hope with all the kindness she had showered on her baby sister that in return she wouldn’t tell of her unladylike eating habits.

Scarlett knew she needn’t worry when she saw the look of love shinning in Carreen’s eyes when looking at Brent, which was all she was looking at. Elbowing Carreen to stop her from becoming noticed. That was when the both girls heard their Father’s voice raise above the crowds.

“God’s nightgown, man! Pray for a peaceable settlement with the Yankees after we’ve fired on the rascals Fort Sumter? Peaceable? The South should show by arms that she cannot be insulted and that she is not leaving the Union by the Union’s kindness, but by her own strength!” Gerald O’Hara said. Scarlett heard every single word and inwardly rejoiced. If she were right, soon Rhett would be giving his opinion, a smile crawled to her face.

Scarlett sat back and listened to the men talk of the war and how they were going to win it. How misbegotten these men were. How Scarlett wished they had been right. Carreen was lost looking at Brent, who was moving towards the crowd of men.

Scarlett saw Charles eyes on her and she smiled at him. But stopped the second she saw Honey looking anger at her. No reason to give the poor girl reason to hate her even more was there.

“Gentlemen,” a voice with a flat drawl called out a voice Scarlett knew well, “may I say a word?”<br>
Scarlett’s heart pounded so hard she was sure she would faint. There stood before her and the whole barbecue to see, Rhett Butler. Scarlett thought he had never looked handsomer. He looked so young and strong, his eyes fell on her’s and she smiled at him so heart felt she knew he had to be able to tell.

As his speech went on Scarlett listened to every word and of course she agree with them. It was always uncanny how they both thought so much alike. Regret filled Scarlett as Rhett’s words came to an end. But joy filled her when his black eyes fell on her once again. This time he had a smile on his face. Hearing him make his excuses and asking to be showed the Wilkes’ library Scarlett smile grew bigger. Now all she had to do was escape the afternoon nap. And sneak to the library in search of Rhett. As all the young ladies started there way up to the house Scarlett felt the happiness she had ever with the thought of soon she would be able to talk to Rhett.

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Part 3


Scarlett, with Carreen by her side made their way to the bedroom, which they would be napping in. Looking around the room Scarlett could see Suellen and Honey Wilkes in conversation both probably talking about their beau’s. It wasn’t until Cathleen Calvert pulled Scarlett aside did she notice Melanie presence as well.

“Scarlett, I fear I must warn you. I saw how you looked at Mr. Butler in the backyard dear.” Scarlett rolled her eyes at Cathleen. But she was also touched that the girl, who one day she wouldn’t even think of anymore, had thought enough of her to try and warn her away from Rhett.

“Warn me? What ever for?” Scarlett asked, faking innocence as to Rhett’s reputation. Scarlett had to force a giggle back knowing Cathleen was about to tell her of Rhett’s refusing to marry the Charleston’s girl.

“He isn’t received not even by his own parents. It seems he compromised a girl and then instead of marrying her killed her brother in a duel.” Cathleen whispered, noticing how all eyes in the room had fallen on them.

Scarlett was shocked at Cathleen’s words; she had expected the buggy story. Not the cruel words her one time friend had just said. But the first time she had learned of Rhett from Cathleen, it had been her asking who he was. This time it was Cathleen who brought Rhett up and she was indeed trying to warn Scarlett away.

Scarlett just nodded her head, what on earth could she say after that. By the look of Cathleen’s face it was going to be harder then Scarlett had thought getting out of this room. There wasn’t any real excuse she could use for her escape. And she couldn’t wait til Cathleen fell to sleep, by then Rhett could be gone.

“Scarlett,” Carreen said looking ashamed of herself. Turning to look at her Scarlett saw a look of guilt in the younger girls eyes. ‘Oh, please Lord don’t have let Carreen just heard Cathleen’s words’ Scarlett thought smiling warming at her little sister. “Scarlett please don’t be mad at me, but I forgot your fan outside under that tree. I know how Mammy has been about you losing things.” Carreen stopped she looked to be thinking something over then added, “I’ll take the blame after all it’s my fault.”

Scarlett stared wide-eyed at her baby sister. Carreen had just given her the excuse she had been killing herself trying to think up, “There isn’t a need for anyone to take the blame Carreen. Not when I can go downstairs and get it and be right back.” Scarlett said smiling.

“No Scarlett, if you get caught it wouldn’t look right. I’ll just take my punishment from Mother and Pa.” Carreen said, having found a new sense of respect for her older sister.

“Don’t be such a child Carreen, I’ll be right back.” And with that, not caring if anyone saw her or not, Scarlett left the room and quietly headed for the library.

It seemed to Scarlett that time stood still as she walked down each painfully slow step to the landing. There didn’t seem to be anyone in the main hall, so she didn’t have to worry about being caught so soon. The last thing she needed was one of her beaus to see her and ask what she was doing. Because if they did, she would have to use Carreen’s forgetfulness and then being a gentleman, they would offer to get her fan for her. She couldn’t allow that to happen when she was so close to seeing Rhett.

‘I’m home free.’ Scarlett thought as she stood before the library’s door. Now all there was left to do was open the door and talk to Rhett. But what to say to him? Scarlett felt panic she hadn’t given a thought to what she would say once she had Rhett to herself. The man in this room wasn’t the one she had lived with for the last six years. Or, had known, for twelve years. No this Rhett Butler was a stranger to her, and she to him. Her breath coming in sobs, Scarlett felt faint. Why hadn’t she thought of this before? She couldn’t just march into the library and expect Rhett to fall madly in love with her. And knowing him, he was bound to ask what she was doing there. And there wasn’t any she could give him was there? All she was going to do was make a fool out of herself. But wasn’t that what she had done to Rhett, make him her fool for twelve long years? It was about time she gotten a little egg in her face. So what if he laughed at her, Scarlett knew she could take it, the only thing unbearable would be never seeing Rhett again.

Just as her hand turned the doorknob someone pushed the door open behind her then grabbed her arm pulling her in with them. “Scarlett dear, we need to talk” Ashley said, then closed the door behind them. Scarlett looked around the room and saw the sofa. She tried to walk towards it when Ashley walked in front of her so his back was to the sofa and preventing her from getting to Rhett.

“Mr. Wilkes, what on earth could we need to talk about?” Scarlett asked, trying to look around Ashley to see if there was any sign of Rhett. She smiled at Ashley but never looked in his face. She was too busy hoping Rhett would this time make his presence known.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked today Scarlett. I must blame myself.” Ashley said as Scarlett’s eyes grew. Did Ashley exactly believe she had been the way she was today because of him? What a conceited cad he was being. Of course that wasn’t true, if Scarlett just took a second to remember how she had felt at this time. Yes, to Ashley it did look like she was upset over his upcoming marriage to Melanie. Well she would fix that, and this time they could all start out being friends, like it was always meant to be.

“Ashley it’s wasn’t you. You mustn’t blame yourself.” Scarlett said, sounding like a lady should. She was proud of herself she was acting like a lady her Mother and Mammy would be so proud too.

“Yes it is my fault, you needn’t lie to spare my feelings. I’ve lead you all those past years to believe I would marry you, when I knew I couldn’t.” Ashley said, holding Scarlett’s tiny hand in between his own. Shaking her head no Scarlett felt the walls closing in on her. If only Ashley would leave.

“While that may be true Ashley, don’t be upset about it, I’m not.” Scarlett said smiling ss she heard movement on the sofa behind Ashley. She just hoped Rhett was enjoying the show, because soon it would be over.

“You don’t have to put on a brave face for me Scarlett. I just realized a few moments ago I couldn’t do it. I can’t marry Melanie when I’m in love with you.” Ashley said, from the look on his face Scarlett could see he was about to kiss her. “No, you can’t do that.” were the words that came out of Scarlett’s mouth before she could stop them.

Ashley was bewildered, he knew Scarlett loved him. She was just trying to be a lady and not steal him away from Melanie how sweet of her. “It’s alright darling Melanie will understand. She wouldn’t want me marrying her being in love with you.” Ashley said trying to pull Scarlett into an embrace.

Pushing her way past Ashley, Scarlett was now on the other side of the sofa and could see a quietly laughing Rhett Butler with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. Making eyes contacted with him Scarlett bit her lower lip silently asking for his help in the matter. Shaking his head no Scarlett take a deep breathe and remember her Father’s words on marriage. “Ashley you don’t love me. You desire me, yes. Don’t you see we’re too different, like night in day.” Scarlett stopped when she noticed tears were now running down Rhett’s face, he was enjoying this way too much. “I don’t love you Ashley. I never could, not really. You love your books and I hate to read. Like my Father always says, Like goes with Like.” Scarlett looked at Rhett as she said the latter and smiled.

“Ashley, Melanie and you are alike. She will make you a wonderful wife. She loves you so. She is a great lady.” Scarlett said, lost in thoughts of all the times Melanie had been there for her. “I on the other hand, will never be a lady.”

Ashley who had listened to every word Scarlett had said, never trying to break in, did at this, “Scarlett of course your a lady. I’ve never seen any unladylike thing out of you.” Ashley said defending Scarlett to herself.

“That’s not what I meant Ashley. That just my point, we don’t see things the same. What I meant was this, I would never be happy just sitting back and watching this world go by without having a say on where I live, how I live.” Scarlett could see in Rhett’s face he was taking in her words and smiled to show he approved of the way she was handle herself. “Melanie is the wife you want and love. She is kind and cares for others above herself. She’s worth ten of me.” Scarlett finished hoping to have dawned some knowledge into Ashley mind.

“You’re like that too darling.” Ashley said, sure of it by Scarlett’s plea on Melanie’s behalf.

“No I’m not.” Scarlett said, feeling like this moment would never end. Was this how Rhett felt when she would talk about Ashley and her undying love for him. How he ever put up with that without killing her or Ashley, like she wanted to do now, Scarlett would never know, “I’m selfish and put myself first. I don’t care what others think of me, as long as I get all the boys attention. Truth be told, I don’t even like half of my beaus I just flirt with them because I want everyone to love me the most.” Scarlett said this not looking at Ashley but Rhett. She could see that grin she loved so much take forum on his lips and couldn’t help but smile in return.

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“Scarlett, I know you’re only saying all this to drive me back to Melanie. Don’t you see I love you?” Ashley asked, still clueless to Rhett presence. Assuming the smile he just witnessed was for him.

Rhett locked eyes with Scarlett. Emerald green on almost black both knowing the others thoughts. Couldn’t Mr. Wilkes take a hint or even listen to Scarlett’s words. It was plain: I don’t love you. If the gentleman didn’t soon, Rhett was beginning to feel he might have to make his presence known to both parties. He could only hope Mr. Wilkes would take it as well as the young Ms. O’Hara had.

“Ashley, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I don’t love you.” Scarlett saw a look of pain cross Ashley face, “I once thought I did. But last night I had a dream and it showed me clearly we would never be happy together.” Scarlett hadn’t a clue as to why she was telling Ashley this. But she knew how unhappy she had been holding on to a love that wasn’t really. In crying for the moon, she had lost the one man she truly loved. Ashley of course had done the same with her. He had believed he loved her, right up until the night Melanie died. Scarlett wasn’t going to allow that to happen this time if she had to force Ashley to see the truth so be it.

“Don’t you see Ashley you don’t love me either? Why it’s Melanie you love, she’s the one who is kind and sweet and only thinks of others.” Scarlett stated, stopping herself from looking at Rhett every time she did a smile would appear on her face and Ashley would think it was for him. “She’s also has a quiet strength about her. One that would always give strength to others without them even knowing it.” Scarlett could picture Melly’s face as she spoke and all the goodness in it.


Rhett laid back and listen to Scarlett’s words. It seemed that she was a smart girl. Having only met Melanie Hamilton that very morning, he already knew all those things about her. It was in her soft brown eyes that told of understanding and unconditional love. She was, as Ms. O’Hara had said, a lady. One of the few he had the pleasure of meeting. This whole afternoon seemed like a comedy.
From arriving here and having the feeling he had been to Twelve Oaks before. That being impossible Rhett shook the thought aside. Mr. Kennedy had been ashamed to show up with him, which amused Rhett greatly.

Rhett had thought this whole afternoon was going to be a complete bore until he had saw a southern belle run up the staircase. Something about her had caught Rhett’s attention. He spent the rest of the afternoon looking for said girl. Overhearing young men talk about had odd young Miss O’Hara had been acting, Rhett put two and two together, and figured out the girl he had seen was indeed her.

He had seen her with the Tarlatan twins, eating barbecue and surprised to see she wasn’t eating at all like a lady should. But what took his breath away had been the way she looked at him when he was giving his opinion to the gentlemen concerning the war. It was clear to see her heart in her eyes. And in that moment Rhett had decided to stay for the ball. He couldn’t leave and never get to talk to one Scarlett O’Hara. Something about her pulled Rhett towards her, it wasn’t that she was beautiful; he had seen more beautiful women. No it was those eyes, they seemed to call out to him, and pull him in.

“Scarlett, but I do love you.” whispered Ashley, as sadness filled his soft loving eyes.

Scarlett smiled, Ashley looked to her like a small child who couldn’t have a toy he wanted. A shining toy that he couldn’t understand, but loved to look at was all Scarlett had ever been to Ashley, like he had been to her.

“No you don’t Ashley, you just think you do. We never could have been happy we would have made each other miserable.” As she spoke, walking up towards Ashley then added, “You and Melanie are going to be so happy. I just know it.” Then she quickly kissed his cheek in a sisterly fashion.

Scarlett’s eyes held a happiness that Ashley felt was due to the fact she had gotten her way. If not marrying him was what she wanted then he would drop the subject. “Scarlett, I wish you nothing but happiness as well.” Ashley said as he watched her smile, then he began to wonder why she wasn’t with the rest of the young ladies napping. He hadn’t given it any thought earlier because he had wanted to talk to her, now though the question bothered him to no end. Why was Scarlett walking around his home by herself? “Scarlett, please don’t take this the wrong way dear, but why aren’t you napping?” Ashley asked, looking at Scarlett, she seemed so full of life. So beautiful, and yet he knew she had been right they could never have been happy together.

“Well you see Ashley,” Scarlett started, hoping he would forget that she was already by the library door before he dragged her in here. “Carreen had my fan and left it under the tree we ate our barbecue under. I was going to get it before I ran into you.” she said the last smiling and batting her eyelashes, “I bet Carreen is worried sick about me. I’ve been gone longer then it should have taken to ran to the backyard and back.” Scarlett said, knowing the gentleman Ashley was would certainly offer to get her, fan for her leaving her alone to talk to Rhett.

“I’ll get it for you and be right back Scarlett. I’m sorry if this gets you into any trouble.” Ashley said as he headed for the door. Scarlett waited until he had closed the door again to walk back to the sofa and smiled down at Rhett.

“You can sit up now Mr. Butler, Mr. Wilkes is gone for the moment.” Scarlett said, sarcasm clear in her tone. Her emerald eyes had a look of mischief in them as she took a seat next to Rhett.

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Part 4


Rhett just smiled at Scarlett and her comment. Sitting up, he wasn’t surprised when Scarlett took a seat next to him. After the scene he was just forced to witness, it was only fitting that Miss O’Hara should wonder if he would keep his mouth shut? While if he did disclose the truth to the whole of Twelve Oaks, it wouldn’t hurt Scarlett’s reputation it would cause Mr. Wilkes allot of unwanted pain. Miss O’Hara had acted, as a lady should have, in the beginning. But Ashley refusing to listen to her words brought the real Scarlett O’Hara out to shine. One Rhett, found to be much like himself. She didn’t care what others thought of her and she went after what she wanted. Both things were something Rhett usually found lacking in a woman.
But this young southern belle had both. And more importantly she had his full attention he couldn’t wait to see what would come out of her very kissable lips next.

“As you can see I’m up now Miss O’Hara. Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?” Rhett asked, playfully looking into those green cat-like eyes of her’s.

Scarlett found her mouth had turned into a ball of cotton she couldn’t put two words together. Rhett’s glare was cutting straight to her heart. When was the last time she and Rhett had been able to just sit next to one other and talk? Scarlett never realized how much she missed being able to look into Rhett’s almost black eyes and feel his warmth and understanding. Two things, if she didn’t come off as hard to get, she never would see again. Scarlett knew the main reason Rhett had married her was because he couldn’t get her any other way.

Somehow she was going to have to force herself to come off uncaring and unaffected by his charms. Opening her mouth Scarlett silently prayed that Rhett wouldn’t be able to read her like a book this time, “I wanted to say Thank you.” were the words that came to Scarlett’s mind and she spoke out.

Laughing, Rhett asked amused “Thank me? Whatever for?” Scarlett was a strange girl, but Rhett found as her face turned into a flirty smile, she was one who could be a lot of fun to have around.

“Well, Thank you for not making your presence known to Mr. Wilkes. I don’t know if he could hold his head up if he knew we weren’t alone this afternoon.” Scarlett said, thinking of poor dear Ashley and the shame he would feel if he ever learned the truth.

“You care for him don’t you?” Rhett asked, and found himself getting angry over that thought. Why it mattered to him, he hadn’t a clue. It wasn’t his business if Miss O’Hara had feelings for Mr. Wilkes. Even after listen to her rebuff Ashley’s attempts at claiming her heart, Rhett felt that there was something unseen he was missing. The way Scarlett’s voice had been sad when she spoke to Ashley like she had once believed as he did only to discover how wrong she had been at a great cost to herself.

“Yes . . . I do care for him” Scarlett stated, she could tell Rhett didn’t like that idea one bit. It looked as if them all being friends wasn’t going to happen again. ‘Some things I guess just are meant to be the same’ Scarlett thought, looking at Rhett it was clear to see he would never like Ashley. “But only like a brother.” She added and noticed Rhett’s lips turn into a grin.

“You mustn’t blame Ashley for this afternoon Mr. Butler.” Scarlett said while she didn’t want to talk about Ashley any longer, she knew of no other source that could get Rhett so fired up as Mr. Wilkes could. And if she was going to keep Rhett on his toes wanting more, this was the only way at the moment to do that without looking obvious. “It’s my fault really, I’ve never given much thought to it before but, since you heard my whole conversation with Mr. Wilkes, you heard me say how I flirt with all my beaus.” Scarlett paused to see if her words had hit their mark. But was disappointed to notice they hadn’t.

“I just got carried away with Ashley and now he thinks he’s in love with me.” Scarlett said seeing this wasn’t going to work. How did one get a scoundrel to fall in love with you? The first time she hadn’t even been trying, maybe that was the secret; you precisely had to not care if he fell for you. Scarlett sighed, that was impossible, there wasn’t anyway she could stop loving Rhett, not for one second, much less longer even for him to fall for her.

“I hope you don’t take this as a insult Miss O’Hara. But I don’t believe that for one second.” Rhett said with a look of teasing in his eyes. Before Scarlett could say a word edge wise he raised his hand then added, “After all I heard your words to Mr. Wilkes just a few minutes ago. I believe you said to him ‘I used to believe I was in love with you too until I had a dream last night.’ Something like that. So I must ask Miss O’Hara just want happened in said dream that made you have such a change of heart?”

Scarlett’s eyes went wide. She was sure her mouth hung open as well. Rhett was asking about her dream. Scarlett could read from his eyes he really wanted to know. That was one thing about Rhett Butler he never asked a question if he truly didn’t want the answer no matter how much it might hurt him to hear the truth.

“I can see from your reaction Miss O’Hara that I’ve crossed the line with my question. Perhaps I should just live you to await Mr. Wilkes return alone.” Rhett said having no intention of leaving the black haired beauty. He just wanted to see how badly she wanted him to stay. It was clear from the look in her emerald eyes she had a crush on him.

Scarlett bit her bottom lip as she felt her heart race. Rhett leave, no she couldn’t allow that to happen. But could she tell him about their life together the one she had thrown away. Only wanting when Rhett decided he didn’t. No, she couldn’t do that he would think she was crazy. But she had to tell him something or he would leave, “You don’t have to leave Mr. Butler. I just don’t know where to begin my dream was so long and confusing.” Scarlett said looking to Rhett like a small child.

“Well start at the beginning then” Rhett said laughing. Scarlett turned to look into his dark eyes. And began her tale tell how she had dreamed of this day leaving out her meeting him of course. Then telling of how she married to hurt Ashley. Telling Rhett the details of her life without adding his parts, making Scarlett see just how much she couldn’t tell him. Rhett had been a huge part of her life since the day she had met him.

“So let me see if I understand you correctly you married twice, never loving any of your husbands. Always loving Mr. Wilkes? How did that make you see you don’t love him?” Rhett asked when Scarlett had taken a break in her story. Amusement at how much she remembered and the importance she put on it clear in his tone.

“You don’t understand Mr. Butler. I haven’t told you something about this dream. There was a third husband one who was always there for me. One I never realized loved me dearly.” Scarlett said in a whisper with her eyes cast downward looking at her hands to ashamed to look into Rhett’s face. Even if he didn’t know she was talking about him, Scarlett did.

“Awww. . . A third husband” Rhett said shaking his head in mock reproach. “And here I thought you were a well brought up young lady.” Scarlett couldn’t help but laugh at Rhett’s words she knew they were said in jest. The Scarlett she had been a day ago would have slapped Rhett’s face silly for such a remark but today it was as if her eyes had been open and for the first time she knew, Rhett most of the time didn’t mean any harm.

“Yes, a third husband. He was different then the rest. You see, he knew of my supposed love for Ashley.” Scarlett said this, looking into Rhett’s eyes. “But foolishly thought he could win my heart. He never told me how he felt. I hurt him so badly and didn’t care if I did. I married him for money, never did I stop to think for one moment why I always felt so fondly of him.” Scarlett had tears in her eyes at this and wasn’t surprised when Rhett handed her his handkerchief. Taking it, Scarlett wiped her tear stained face with it then smiled as she saw the RKB at the bottom of the handkerchief.

“Is that the end of the dream then? I don’t know why your crying Miss O’Hara so you had a dream in it where you married for money so what? Many women have done so.” Rhett said, wanting to make light of this dream that bothered her so. It upset him to no end seeing tears in her eyes and running down her face. He knew that wasn’t the end of her dream it couldn’t be for she hadn’t yet told him why she didn’t love Mr. Wilkes any longer.

Shaking her head Scarlett continue almost as if Rhett never asked his question.
“No at the end Mrs. Wilkes died and ask me to look after Ashley and their child.” Scarlett stopped as Melanie’s words from the night before entered her mind, ‘Be kind to Captain Butler he loves you so.’ Tears anew began to fall from Scarlett’s eyes. “Well that should have been welcomed I would think. To have the first wife’s permission.” Rhett said in jest, but regretted it the moment Scarlett’s whole face turned ghostly white.

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Scarlett couldn’t believe her ears. Rhett just had utter almost the exactly words he had to her before leaving her crying and alone. “You don’t understand” Scarlett defended; she couldn’t, not even in jest, let Rhett think that of her. Just because he didn’t know of what their future had held didn’t mean she wanted him to think that. Knowing he had once whole-heartedly believe it hurt too much to think about.

“Oh yes, I forgot you were married again won’t you?” Rhett said, almost as if her tale was real. Scarlett couldn’t help but smile at him over this. Little did he know that it was, but just knowing he was listening to her made Scarlett feel better.

“Yes I was. But the most awful thing happened.” Scarlett started, afraid how to explain this part without slipping up and telling Rhett something he could use to figure this whole story out. “Let me guess your dear third husband wouldn’t give you a divorce?” Rhett asked, eyes sparkling he was really enjoy this better then the whole eavesdropping on Ashley and her conversation.

“No that’s the awful thing he wanted to be rid of me. Don’t you see Rhett. I had fallen madly in love with him. But I had hurt him to badly he didn’t love me anymore.” Scarlett sobbed out never realized she had called Rhett by his Christian name. Rhett was bewildered, Miss O’Hara really seemed to think this dream had happened. She looked a freight and the last thing he needed was for Mr. Wilkes, who should have been back many minutes ago by now, thinking he had done something to make her look this way. No, what she needed was someone to tell her everything was going to be fine. Miss O’Hara, Scarlett had, had a nightmare and no one had comforted her about it yet. With a smirk on his handsome face Rhett decided to take the job of comforting her.

“Please don’t cry anymore Scarlett. Don’t you see?” Rhett said as he held out his arms and Scarlett trustily went into them when Rhett held her nothing could harm her was all Scarlett could think, “You’ve been given a second chance. That dream was meant to show you what could have happened. Now knowing the true you can go on with your life and not make the same mistake.” Rhett said patting her hair lovingly.

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Part 5


‘A second chance?’ Scarlett thought as being in Rhett’s arms almost made her forget herself. Yes that’s what this was, God had granted her a second chance to make up for her many mistakes. Rhett was right; she had been given a chance to make up for stealing, Charles, then Frank, from women that truly loved them. Given the chance to tell Ashley, that she didn’t love him, and he didn’t love her.
Most important though Scarlett, had been given a second chance with Rhett, this time to make things right. Pulling back and smiling shyly Scarlett, couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of concern writing on Rhett’s face.

“Once again I find myself thanking you, Mr. Butler. I don’t know what got into me. I usually don’t cry like that.” Scarlett said as she moved to sit a respectable distance from Rhett.

“Thanking me for holding you, is something not necessary Scarlett, It was my pleasure, it’s not everyday I get to hold a southern Belle in my arms.” Rhett said with a mix of sincere-ness, and jest, in his voice. “And please call me Rhett, seeing as you already did once Miss O’Hara”

Scarlett frowned, had she really forgotten her manners and called Rhett by his first name? As she replayed their conversation, she winced as she remembered that, she had indeed slipped up.

“I’m sorry Mr. Butler, I forgot myself. It wouldn’t be proper for me to call you by your first name.” Scarlett said, repeating the latter word for word with what her Mother or Mammy would scorned her with.

“Come now Scarlett, I hope you don’t mind me calling you that Miss O’Hara? Haven’t we moved past proper?” Rhett asked, he was amused by her show of wanting to appear ever the lady, when just a few minutes before she had shown her true colors. Colors, Rhett found he like very much. Scarlett O’Hara was a woman who had passion and Rhett had the feeling he could bring it to the surface, if he could just get her to drop this proper lady act.

How dare he say they moved past proper, they hadn’t kissed or anything of the sort. Rhett had just held her while she cried. Still in Scarlett’s mind she was married to Rhett, which seemed very innocent. But wasn’t that exactly what had been misinterpreted that day at the mill with Ashley? If someone had walked in on them, it would have looked bad for them both.

“Scarlett, it wasn’t that bad being in my arms for you to make that frown was it?” Rhett asked, even if she hadn’t known Rhett as well or as long as she had, Scarlett would have known from the look of amusement in his eyes he was joking.

“No Mr. Butler it wasn’t.” Scarlett started then when she saw the look of conceit on Rhett’s face, her temper took over and she added, “But I suspect you’ve had lots of practice holding women, and most not in tears at the time.” Regretting her words as soon as they were out. Scarlett looked into his face fearful that she just had crossed over a line, and Rhett would walk out that door and she would never see him again. If happened she would just lay down and die.

Laughter roared from Rhett, shaking his head and putting Scarlett’s mind at ease as he replied. “Now I know we’re past proper. I must say Miss O’Hara, I’ve never known anyone quite like you before.” Scarlett held her tongue at Rhett’s comment, coming from him it could be taken either as an insult or complement. Seeing his smile he probably had meant both. Scarlett made up her mind, she wasn’t going to let him get under her skin again, and make her say things she didn’t mean. Wasn’t that how she had lost their baby? Pride and anger was something if she wanted to win Rhett, Scarlett would have to push aside.

“Why thank you again Rhett.” Scarlett said teasing.

“Please Scarlett, I must ask you to stop thanking me. If you keep it up, I may fear for my reputation as a ungentlemanly cad.” Rhett’s white teeth showed as he again smiled, he hadn’t smiled this much in years, if ever. Scarlett was frank, something Rhett rather enjoyed greatly.

“I think your fine reputation is safe Mr. Butler. One afternoon of doing good deeds isn’t enough to wash your slate clean.” Scarlett stated jesting; she knew Rhett sometimes enjoyed their arguments more then when they got alone.

“Of course your right Miss O’Hara. I could probably go around doing good for the rest of my life, and still not be forgiven for my past misdeeds.” Rhett said with a lost look in his eyes. A look of someone who had given this idea very much thought, but never coming up with a answer he wanted.

“Rhett, do you want to be forgiven?” Scarlett asked, waiting for his answer, there was nothing more she could do. Oh how she longed to take him in her arms and wipe away that look of hurt from his eyes.

“Forgiven? . . .” Rhett frowned then shaking his head in a manner Scarlett had never seen Rhett use before. “No . . . . understanding from my family . . . Yes. There are things I wish I hadn’t done yet, they’re my mistakes and I’ve learned from them. There’s nothing like being kick out into the street penniless to teach one the value of money.” Rhett stopped looking into Scarlett’s eyes to see if he was boring her, he was surprised to see she looked very intrigued.

Scarlett listened to Rhett’s words, ‘Incredible’ she thought, in all the time they had been married, Rhett had never utter a word of wanting his family to understand him before. Scarlett had always felt Rhett hated his Father, like he had almost admitted many times to her.

“I must be boring you Scarlett, why don’t we talk about something else? Like where on this green earth is Mr. Wilkes he should have been back with your fan a good ten minutes ago?” Rhett asked, feeling uncomfortable. Scarlett had almost gotten him to talk about his past, the feeling of loneliness he never told anyone about that, and emotion he kept locked inside over it threatened to overwhelm him.
Perhaps all the families today, or more importantly Ashley Wilkes showed him, what he could have had if he had only stayed on the path his father had chosen for him. A path that if he had taken it, wouldn’t have allowed him to be sitting with this southern belle, who he found himself liking more every second.

Scarlett turned to look at the library door almost expecting Ashley to walk through it any moment. When he didn’t, she smiled and returned her attention on Rhett, “You’re not boring me Rhett, do go on. I’m sure Ashley will be along soon. After all I just would be repaying the favor you did me, listening to you I mean,” Scarlett said as she saw Rhett’s eyebrow raise, “It wouldn’t be right, me not lending you my ear, when you lent me your’s. Now would it?” Scarlett asked with all the promise of a five-year-old in her tone. It was the some tone she used with her father when she wanted something and it hadn’t fail yet.

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“There’s not much more to say Scarlett,” Rhett replied, not sure why Miss O’Hara seemed so interested in his thoughts. Her emerald cat like eyes were begging him to continue, so he added quickly hoping for Mr. Wilkes return, “only that being thrown out also shows one how important their family is to them. I have a sister around your age Scarlett, and I’ve only seen her a handful of times her whole life.” Rhett stopped as an image of Rosemary appeared in his mind. Laughing at himself, Rhett could tell he was now depressing Scarlett for her eyes started to tear up once more.

Scarlett couldn’t believe she had been so selfish during their marriage, The way Rhett, just talked of his sister, he would have liked for her to have come visited. But no she couldn’t have that, because she would have had to put on a show of affection towards Rhett. And the Scarlett she had been then wouldn’t or couldn’t stand for that, why if Ashley saw that, he might of misunderstood and believed she had truly cared for Rhett. Tears welled up in Scarlett’s eyes, Rhett deserved a second chance with his family, even his father. Scarlett couldn’t help but wondered if Rhett like she had been given this chance would he have married that young lady that had cost him his reputation?

“I see you where right earlier Scarlett, my reputation for being a cad is intended. Because only a cad would make a beautiful young belle cry, whom should be smiling.” Rhett said the last with a wink, which did as he wanted, made Scarlett smile.

“If you could go back and change the way things turned out, would you Rhett?” Scarlett asked as her own past flashed before her eyes: Wade, Ella, and Bonnie, her children who in her way she loved. Scarlett truly believed Wade, and Ella, would still be born, but to different Mothers. Both had looked just like their fathers. In Scarlett’s mind that and how she had never bonded with them proved they hadn’t really ever belonged to her. They were supposed to be Honey, and Suellen’s children, not her’s. Women who loved their father’s, and would cherish them. It did pain Scarlett to think of her first children calling other women Mother, but this time they would get Mothers who wouldn’t put childish desires or making money before them. They deserved that, every child deserved his or her Mother to love and treat them kindly.
It was better this way, everyone was going to be happier this way. And as long as things worked out as Scarlett wanted there would still be a Bonnie and hopefully many more Butler children.

Rhett sighed and rubbed his head with his hand as he thought over Scarlett’s question. One that had haunted him secretly for years when the card playing and drinking won’t enough and he felt something missing in his life. Rhett laughed silently at himself, he had a girl in every port and town he went. Sometimes that didn’t help, because he knew as soon as he left, said girl or woman was off with some other man. Was it so wrong for him to long for a woman that would solely belong to him? Not that he wanted his freedom to be taken. But having a mistress that belonged only for him appealed to Rhett greatly. The young lady before him will fit that role well, the draw back was for all her unladylike talk and behavior, she wasn’t the type that would willingly become anyone’s mistress. But trying to get her to, now that would be fun. Perhaps she would shock him and accept, given time. It wasn’t hard to tell she was taken with him.

“No . . . Miss O’Hara, I wouldn’t, my past has made me into the man you see today. If I had chosen my father’s way, I wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun or would I be sitting here with you today . . . . And if nothing else good as come from my life, I’ve kept you from being bored today haven’t I?” Rhett began serious and then ended with laughter, which Scarlett joined in.

Rhett’s words had brightened Scarlett’s mood once more. A smile played on her lips, Rhett was already falling for her. Now all she had to do was be patient and wait until Rhett decided he couldn’t live without her any longer. Scarlett couldn’t help but remember that it had taken years for Rhett to propose marriage, and many offer’s first to be his Mistress. And he only answered then because he was afraid before he returned from his trip she would be remarried to someone else. Knowing this, Scarlett knew there was little chance Rhett would ask for her hand in marriage soon. What scared her though, was could she, if Rhett offer her his heart and bed without marriage included, turn him down?

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Part 6


“Scarlett, I do think Mr. Wilkes isn’t coming back. Perhaps his poor heart couldn’t take seeing you, knowing you didn’t love him.” Rhett jested to a withdrawn Scarlett.

Scarlett only laughed and once again wondered where Ashley was. In the original timeline by now the war had been announced and . . . . and Ashley had left to go round up his troops. Ashley wasn’t at Twelve Oaks, that’s why he wasn’t back. Which also meant all the young ladies where up and about the house. Knowing Melanie and Carreen as she did, both would be awfully worried and looking for her. What excuse could she use to explain being alone in the library with the door closed, with the likes of Rhett Butler?

“How you do go on Rhett, I don’t know about the last part. But I agree with you I don’t think Ashley’s coming back.” Scarlett stated, looking between Rhett and the door.

Chuckling Rhett’s eyes had a merry glance to them, so Miss O’Hara was fearful for her reputation as any well minded young lady would be.

“Nothing is keeping you here Scarlett, if you want to go, go.” Rhett said pointing towards the door. He knew she wanted to, but something was holding her back, a smirk appeared on his face as he thought perhaps it was he that held her back. Scarlett liked him, of that he was certain. Just how far she would let him go without slapping him silly was another question, and he wanted the answer to that one.

“Are you trying to get rid of me, Mr. Butler?” Scarlett asked attempting to sound hurt. But her voice gave away her amusement.

“Not at all Scarlett, I just wanted to ease your mind, that you don’t have to stay here if you didn’t want too.” Rhett found his attention was lost in Scarlett’s emerald eyes. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss her sweet red lips.

“Rhett, are you going to attend the Ball tonight?” Scarlett asked, ignoring the look of lust and desire in his black eyes. If she didn’t it would be her undoing. She mustn’t allow her own passion to come alive. No, she had to act the part of a sixteen-year-old who had never been married, and had never known the pleasure of the marriage bed.

With a smirk and confidence he had Miss O’Hara right where he wanted her Rhett replied, “Only if you promise to let me have the last dance of the evening?”

Having never understood how Rhett’s mind worked Scarlett asked, “Why the
last dance and not the first?”
Why if she were Rhett, Scarlett would have asked for the first dance and not allowed another man the chance to dance with her for the rest of the night.

“My dear child, you are naive aren’t you? Why I want the last dance is because all your beau’s will I’m sure request a dance or two and I want to be the one who gets to hold you last.” He stated it without emotion, then he winked at her mischievously.

“Oh” Scarlett said, when Rhett put it that way it did make a weird kind of sense. While she was disappointed that Rhett didn’t seem to mind her dancing the night away with her beau’s, it did make her heart beat faster, knowing he wanted to be the last man that dance with her. It was so like him, to wait to get his dance, just as he had waited to win her heart.

“When you put it that way Rhett, it does make sense. So yes, while Brent and Stuart, might be upset and challenge you to a duel, you can have the last dance of the night.” Scarlett said with a flirty smile. Rhett just laughed Miss O’Hara was one of a kind. A girl who could get the attention of any man she wanted, and had a wonderful sense of humor, one that matched his own.

“Scarlett!” both Scarlett and Rhett heard being called from the hall. Sighing not really wanting to leave Rhett’s side, Scarlett stood up. Panic filling her, Scarlett just looked at the door, and prayed the voices would pass by giving her a few more moments alone with Rhett. “Scarlett!” she heard again this time closer.

“I believe your presence is required else where, Miss O’Hara.” Rhett said as he too stood up next to Scarlett. Taking her hand gently he pressed it to his lips.
“I shall be counting the hours til we meet again.” Rhett said as he released her hand, but tighten the hold he had on her heart.

“Such sweet things you say Mr. Butler.” Scarlett somehow managed to get out without letting her voice tremble with all the emotion she was experiencing, “And while I won’t be counting the hours until we meet again,” More like the minutes, Scarlett thought to herself “I will enjoy to see if you dance as well as I imagine you to.” With a strength she didn’t think herself capable of, Scarlett turned and walked away from Rhett, who if she could have seen the half frown and merriment in his eyes, would have had a smile on her face.

Scarlett opened the door as quickly as her arms would allow, then closed it without looking back at Rhett, because if she did, her strength might evaporate. Walking down the hall just far enough so the library was out of view did she see Carreen and Melanie, with Charles and Honey talking. Taking a deep breath Scarlett walked up to them with a forced smile on her face.

Smiles appeared on Carreen, Melanie and Charles’ faces when they saw her.
Honey was trying to hide her dislike for Scarlett, but not well enough for Scarlett not to notice it, “Where have you been Scarlett? We were worried sick.” Carreen asked as her worry disappeared, Scarlett was alright. If something would have happened to her, Carreen would have never forgiven herself. From now on Carreen would always remember to look after things Scarlett loaned her. While Scarlett and she had never been close, today Carreen felt they had formed a bond. Scarlett had done something so unlike herself, she had given other people’s feelings thought. Suellen was wrong about Scarlett she did have a heart and wasn’t always selfish, her actions today proved that.

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“I’m sorry Carreen, Melly, if I worried you I didn’t mean too.” Scarlett said with all honesty in her voice, “I was heading for the backyard to get my fan, when Ashley saw me.” Scarlett heard Honey make a snicker, ‘Oh let her and the rest of the country think what they want.’ Scarlett thought. She knew the truth and so did Rhett, that was all that matter. Let the whole world believe she loved Ashley Wilkes. As long as Rhett Butler knew she didn’t, Scarlett found it didn’t bother her one bit. “He offered to retrieve it for me. I’ve been in the library waiting for his return ever since.”

Charles who Scarlett tried not to look at, hearing this spoke up, “It seems Miss O’Hara, that Mr. Wilkes was called away shortly after offering to get your fan. You see the War has started.”

Scarlett saw Carreen’s face bleach out, both Melanie and she were at Carreen’s side stopping her from falling as the youngest O’Hara fainted. Charles looked sheepishly at Honey then to Melanie who was having a hard time keeping Carreen up. Not knowing what to do Charles just stood there. Whenever his Aunt Pittypat had a fainting spell, she always hit the floor, then someone, usually Melanie or himself, would get her smelling salts. Just as he was about to suggest that he turned as he heard a voice ask, “Allow me?”

Scarlett who was having to hold Carreen up alone now, Melanie strength had just given out, smiled at hearing Rhett’s voice. She nodded her head, and then watched as Rhett took her baby sister into his arms, “I’ll bring her to the library. I believe there’s a sofa she can lay on in there.” Rhett said, turning his back to the small group. Both Melanie and Scarlett followed at once. Honey and Charles took a few seconds to decide. But seeing as how it was his fault, Charles followed his sister’s lead with Honey in tow.

Melanie held open the door so Rhett could enter the library with Carreen.

“What happened?” Rhett asked as he gently laid the young girl on the sofa.

“She fainted Rhett.” Scarlett whispered, then added louder so Melanie who was still at the door waiting for her brother could hear, “Mr. Hamilton told us the War had started. I’m afraid it was a bit to much for my little sister Carreen to handle.” Rhett’s eyes went from Scarlett to the child on the sofa. If Scarlett hadn’t told him they were sisters, he would have never guessed it.

“We need smelling salts.” Rhett stated, looking to Scarlett.

“Don’t look at me Mr. Butler, I don’t carry any on me. Believe it or not I have never fainted.” Rhett just laughed at Scarlett’s words, which caused Charles and Honey
who were just now entering the library to stare at them.

“I believe you’re telling the truth Miss O’Hara,” Rhett said then looked to the two other young ladies in the room.

Honey smiled weakly, not liking being in the same room with a man with Mr. Butler’s reputation.

“I have some,” Melanie said as she without thought walked over to Rhett and handed him her smelling salts.

“Thank you, Miss Hamilton,” Rhett said then looked to Scarlett with a grin she knew well, “Perhaps it would be best if you’re the first person your sister sees when she awakes Miss O’Hara. Seeing a stranger might frighten her.”

Scarlett couldn’t help but smile at Rhett as he moved from his spot beside Carreen and gave Scarlett salts. Taking Rhett’s former place next to Carreen, Scarlett saw him return her smile with one of his own.
Unfortunately Scarlett wasn’t the only one who noticed Rhett’s smile or Scarlett’s earlier one, Honey Wilkes stood next to Charles with a disapproval glare in her eyes. Scarlett O’Hara was flirting with a man no one received. It was scandalous, her dear sister laying there, out cold, and Scarlett was making goo-goo eyes at a man old enough to be her father. If only Melanie wasn’t in the room, because of her goodness, it would be impossible for Honey to tell anyone else without Melly defending Scarlett. Poor Melanie was blind at times to people like Scarlett O’Hara, who didn’t deserve Melanie’s friendship.

“I’m so sorry Miss O’Hara, she’ll be alright won’t she?” Charles asked as Scarlett waved the smelling salts under Carreen’s nose. As Carreen’s opened her eyes the first person she saw was her older sister.

“She’s opened her eyes Charles, she’s fine. Why don’t you get her a glass of water?” Melanie asked trying to soothe her worried brother, who looked to her like a scared little boy.

“Melanie right Mr. Hamilton, Miss O’Hara will be fine. Let’s go get her that glass of water.” Honey said linking her arm through Charles before Scarlett decided to wrap him around her finger.

“What happened?” Carreen whispered the last thing she could remember was finding Scarlett, then the world went black.

Trying to lift her head off the sofa, Scarlett gently pushed Carreen back down, “You fainted Carreen. Don’t you remember? Mr. Hamilton telling us about the war?” Scarlett asked aware that Carreen might faint again at the word ‘war’ but relieved when she didn’t. Taking the slight nod of Carreen’s head as a yes, Scarlett continued on “Mr. Butler, who was passing by, carried you in here.”

Rhett moved so he was in Carreen’s sight of vision, “I’m glad to see you’re alright Miss O’Hara.”

Carreen looked ill at his words, she had overheard all the things Cathleen had told Scarlett earlier about Mr. Butler’s reputation. Now because of her, Scarlett and she were obligated to talk to the man and treat him like any other gentleman they knew. Scarlett was bound to be upset with her over this, this was far worse then forgetting a fan.

Scarlett could see her sister wasn’t going to reply to Rhett’s kind words jumped in at the look on Carreen’s face, “Thank you, Mr. Butler,” Scarlett barely stopped herself from laughing when she saw the smirk on Rhett’s face and their conversation about how she had to stop thanking him played, she was sure, on both their minds, “for all your help. I don’t know what we would have done without you.”

Rhett could see from the look on the younger Miss O’Hara’s face, she didn’t share the same view of him that Scarlett did. Just how exactly Scarlett viewed him, Rhett wasn’t sure. She was smitten with him, and they did seem to get along very well, in fact so well if he ever thought of getting married she would be the one he’d ask. Rhett had to shake his head at that thought. Marriage? Him? Never. But how did a girl he just met make him think something no other woman had before?

“You’re quite welcome Miss O’Hara.” Rhett said aware of two sets of eyes on Scarlett and he, “Did I hear you right earlier? Did you say the war had started?”

Scarlett dreaded the thought of war, knowing what this fight ahead would cost her. But more then her own loss, was the loss of the South itself. The way of life that gave a young girl the right to be a southern belle. After the War, no one really cared about parties and such, no one could when most of her friends and their families didn’t have food to eat.

“Yes, that’s what Mr. Hamilton told us.” Scarlett replied as an image of the burned out shell of Twelve Oaks came to her mind.

Rhett could see the hollow look in Scarlett’s eyes, it looked as if The War wasn’t a topic she wanted to talk about. “I’m afraid I must excuse myself now, Mr. Kennedy was expecting me to leave this afternoon.” Rhett saw the look of disappointment on Scarlett’s face at the mention of his leaving. “I have to make him aware of my change of plans. Miss Hamilton, Miss O’Hara, I hope you both have room for one more name on your dance card tonight?” Rhett asked, smiling and acting like he always did in front of Melly, ever the gentleman. As he made his way to the door Rhett turned and said “Ladies until tonight”

Melanie just shook her head sweetly and then tended to Carreen who was still laying on the sofa. Scarlett’s eyes were locked on Rhett, when he was sure Miss Hamilton attention was focused solely on Carreen he winked at Scarlett, and then opened the door leaving a smiling southern belle behind.

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The beauty of Twelve Oaks astounded Scarlett this night. While most of the young men weren’t in the dancing mood, some were. If she closed her eyes, Scarlett could almost believe she was sixteen and had never known any other way of life. Charles would steal glances at her whenever he could get away from Honey.
The young man believed he was in love with her. So Scarlett did her best, to avoid him, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. Or lead him on in anyway, not if what Scarlett wanted to happen would. With her out of the picture, she hoped he would marry Honey, hopefully in a double wedding with Ashley and Melanie.


Rhett, who stood with a few gentlemen and listen to their conversation, couldn’t help but observe Scarlett. She was in her height of glory, beaus weren’t something she lacked this night, or any Rhett would bet. The other belle’s tonight weren’t as fortunate as Scarlett was. It seemed all the young gentlemen wanted to do was either talk of the War, of dance with Miss O’Hara.

Rhett who had only danced with Miss Hamilton found he couldn’t bare the sight of Scarlett in anyone else arms a moment more. As he was headed for the dance floor to cut in between Scarlett and her latest beau, a man behind him called out “Mr. Butler” turning, a frown on his face, Rhett was stunned to see a short man, he remembered earlier someone having called Mr. O’Hara. So this was Scarlett’s father, the Irishman who had stole a Robillard away from Savannah. Even though Mr. O’Hara looked to only be five foot tall, if Rhett had to guess, there was something in his eyes that told Rhett, to take this man serious.

“Mr. O’Hara” Rhett said in greeting.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush here, I want to thank you Mr. Butler for you’re help with my youngest this afternoon.” Gerald O’Hara said, hating that he was indebted to this man, who was eyeing his Katie Scarlett too close for his liking. Like everyone else at Twelve Oaks that day, he had heard the tales of Mr. Butler’s adventures. This wasn’t the type of man he wanted around his daughters.

“Your welcome Mr. O’Hara.” Rhett replied, he could see the man didn’t really like him, and if it wasn’t for the fact he wanted to dance with Scarlett later, he would have giving his usually offhand remark, “Is your youngest daughter here tonight, Mr. O’Hara?” Rhett asked, already knowing the answer to that question. If Rhett played this right, the song was about to end, giving Scarlett the perfect opportunity to approach her father and him.

As the song came to an end, Scarlett’s eyes wandered around the room until they fell on Rhett, who to her utter amazement, was talking to her father. Both men looked uncomfortable and yet, Rhett looked to be enjoying whatever it was they were talking about. Just as Scarlett was about to turn away hoping for another dance, Rhett’s black eyes locked on her emerald ones. They were like magnets pulling her closer to their owner. How she never realized Rhett had this power over her before puzzled Scarlett to no end.

“Pa, Mr. Butler.” Scarlett addressed as she walked up to the two men. Her father’s blue eyes seemed to grow large with her arrival, Scarlett noted.

“Katie Scarlett, why aren’t you out there dancing? I’m sure one or both of the Tarlatan twins are waiting for a dance.” Gerald O’Hara asked, he didn’t like the look in his girl thingy eyes as she looked at Mr. Butler.

“Pa, I’ve alright danced twice with Brent and Stu. Seeing you standing here I had thought you were all alone.” Scarlett lied quite smoothly, not letting the fact that her father and Rhett both knew when she was lying, stop her, “Sorry Pa, Mr. Butler, for interrupting your conversation.”<br>
Rhett chuckle and watched Scarlett turn her back to him, Rhett was highly amused at Scarlett’s behavior and was about to ask Mr. O’Hara if Scarlett had always been so spirited when he caught sight of Charles Hamilton heading for Scarlett.

“Miss O’Hara.” Rhett had called out before he could stop himself. She had done exactly what he wanted, she had come to him.

“Yes,” Scarlett said, turning back to face Rhett, “Mr. Butler” Rhett could hear the triumph in her voice. But choose to put that aside for now. Young Mr. Hamilton had a look of a man with a mission in his brown eyes.

“May I have this dance?” Rhett asked with a coy smirk on his lips. Scarlett bit her lower lip as her Pa’s blue eyes flashed a look she guess could only mean anger, or perhaps worry, “I would love too, Mr. Butler.” Scarlett replied, then smiled at her father as Rhett lead her to the dance floor.

Scarlett’s heart started to beat as fast as a trapped rabbit’s when Rhett pulled her into his embrace. The emerald green of her eyes held a burning fire that no water could ever put out as they shined into Rhett’s.

Rhett’s breath caught as he looked into them, Scarlett’s eyes told of a tale of a deep adoration. No woman had ever looked at him as she was. Rhett pulled her closer and smiled as he heard her exhale a breath she had been holding.

Scarlett turned her head away, knowing Rhett had seen the look of love in her eyes. After a few seconds of pulling herself together, Scarlett turned back to look at Rhett. He smiled at her, one that wasn’t in jest or cruel. But a smile of joy, like the ones he used to give Bonnie, Scarlett thought.

“Rhett, I thought you wanted the last dance of the evening?” Scarlett asked wanting the silence between them to end. “What ever made you change your mind?”<br>
Rhett laughed more at himself then Scarlett’s question. This green eyed southern belle, had done something he swore would never happen. Scarlett O’Hara had gotten him to fall in love, with someone other then himself.

“Nothing has Scarlett, I still want the last dance. I just decided our dance could last longer then one song.” Scarlett laughed and soon Rhett’s laughter joined in. Neither cared about all the pairs of eyes on them as they continue to dance one song after another.

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Part 7



Rhett was jarred from his thoughts of how wonderful, Scarlett felt in his arms as he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. Charles Hamilton waited until Rhett turned then, took the older man’s place as Scarlett’s dance partner. Rhett walked to a sidewall and watched as Scarlett’s eyes wandered the ballroom, she had a look of fear on her beautiful face. That suddenly disappeared when she saw him. Her eyes sparkled and Rhett knew the young men next to him had thought the look were for them, and both enjoyed the idea of Scarlett O’Hara being in love with them.

Jealously was something Rhett prided himself on never feeling, but watching Scarlett in the arms of other dancing brought out the green-eyed monster in him. It shouldn’t bother him as it did, hadn’t he just met the girl? Then how was it Rhett could picture himself growing old with her? The very thought of never seeing Scarlett again made Rhett’s breath quicken. It wasn’t that Scarlett was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But something about the way she held herself made Rhett never want her away from his side. She was smart Rhett knew, and from the way Scarlett had acted towards him she went after what she wanted, a woman after his own heart.
But Scarlett wasn’t the type to be his mistress Rhett knew, no matter how much he wanted her to be.

As the song ended Scarlett made her excuses and left the dance floor. She had to find Rhett before he left and get him to promise to visit Tara soon. Scarlett smiled at her father; she knew his watchful eye was on her as she slowly made her way towards Rhett.

Rhett just smiled as his southern belle walked towards him. The desire to have Scarlett all to himself, away from all the young men who wanted nothing more then Scarlett’s attention made Rhett ask “Would you like to go for a walk outside with me, Miss O’Hara?”

Scarlett didn’t know how to reply she was torn between doing as she wished and be d**ned with her reputation or doing what her Pa’s blue eyes were telling her too. Rhett’s open hand towards her made the decision for Scarlett as she put her tiny hand into his larger one and she replied. “I would love too.”

They never said a word to each other as they walked with their arms linked outside. Scarlett couldn’t help but notice how beautiful all the stars looked, they were so bright, it was almost as if they were only shinning for Rhett and her.

Having Scarlett so near him without anyone else around made Rhett bold, as he pulled Scarlett into his arms and kissed her softly at first, then harder as she responded to his lips on her’s. Breaking apart only to catch their breath, Scarlett felt lightheaded, Rhett’s kisses were the only thing that ever made her fell this way.

“I love you, Rhett.” escaped Scarlett’s lips before she could stop herself.

Rhett grinned at the young lady in his arms. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one, who had fallen in love this afternoon. Where did that leave them? Rhett couldn’t allow Scarlett to walk away from him, yet he knew if he did the impossible and asked Scarlett to marry him, given her raising, Scarlett would say ‘No’, The problem being he didn’t want her to say ‘No’. Perhaps if he asked jokingly she might warm up to the idea and say ‘Yes’ when he truly did ask.

“Scarlett, you do realize by coming out here with me you’re reputation has been ruined? Everyone is going to think I’ve compromised you. There is only one thing I can think of to stop the talk.”

Scarlett had thought people might talk about her being seen leaving a party with Rhett, but she hadn’t believe her friends and their families would think so little of her. With Rhett’s reputation of course that’s what everyone would think. Scarlett frowned she had ruined her reputation for nothing, Rhett hadn’t even commented on her love for him. “And what would that thing be?”

With amusement in his eyes and voice Rhett said, “The only thing that will save you’re reputation now my dear fine lady, is if you marry me.”

Scarlett mouth wanted to drop open, but she quickly caught it. Rhett had just asked her to marry him, not in a million years did Scarlett dream she would get a proposal from Rhett so soon.

“You’re correct Rhett, it seems I shall have to marry you to save my reputation.” Scarlett replied in the same jesting tone Rhett had just used. Rhett was about to ask if Scarlett had meant what she just said when her lips reclaimed his, with her lips all thoughts left Rhett’s mind expect for how good it felt to hold Scarlett in his arms.

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Rhett pulled his bride closer, even in sleep there was a smirk on his lips. Rhett had never felt this happy or content in his whole life. He had been half jesting last night when he had asked Scarlett to marry him. Expecting an answer of ‘no’ he was pleasantly surprised when his new wife had said ‘yes’. It hadn’t been hard talking Scarlett into running away that very night to find a priest and be married.

Rhett wasn’t looking forward to the conversation he and Mr. O’Hara were going to have to have. Rhett could tell last night the man didn’t like him anywhere near his daughter. Rhett knew it was because of his past; a past full of shady dealings and caddish behavior. While Rhett hadn’t intended on ever getting married, because he had never known a woman he could remain faithful too, Scarlett had changed his mind about all of the above.
Holding her while she slept Rhett, knew he would never hold another woman like this. Scarlett O’Hara, now Mrs. Rhett Butler, was it for him until the day he died, she had spoiled him for other women.

Rhett heard Scarlett moan and smiled it appeared his bride was about to awake, he couldn’t wait to see those emerald orbs he loved so well looking at him filled with love.

Last night they hadn’t gotten a chance to really talk over where they were going to live. Rhett was sure Scarlett would have some opinions as to where she would like to live. His young Bride probable wanted to stay close to her parents. That meant the Butlers would most likely live in Atlanta, Rhett smiled at that thought, not about living in Atlanta, he truly didn’t care about that, no it was the thought of the word Butlers. Rhett wasn’t alone anymore, while he always thought he wanted his freedom, Rhett found he liked the idea of being married. But that also brought with it the responsible of Scarlett, she was his wife now and it was his job to care for her.

More then that, Rhett felt an overwhelming since of protectiveness towards his wife. This was a new sensation to Rhett, having someone to love and love him in return. He still wasn’t sure how he went from dancing with Scarlett to marrying her? Perhaps it was when Charles Hamilton had cut in between them, Rhett knew the look in the younger man’s eyes. While Rhett didn’t see the boy as a threat to him, where Scarlett was concerned Mr. Hamilton was just one of many beaus Scarlett had, Rhett wasn’t blind either; most of the single men in that ballroom last night wanted Scarlett O’Hara for their wife. If he hadn’t acted quickly. the next time he saw Miss O’Hara she would be someone’s wife, and that was something Rhett couldn’t have. It had taken Rhett his entire adult life to find a woman he wanted to marry, he wasn’t about to let her slip away.

Kissing Scarlett’s forehead tenderly Rhett disengaged himself from Scarlett’s warm body. It had to be past noon and he was starving, looking at the sleeping form of his wife, who looked nothing more then a child in the light of day, Rhett would bet she was hungry too.

The new Mrs. Butler had danced most of the night away, then had ran away with him and gotten married. Yawning, Rhett realized that was another thing he was in need of, sleep. Between being lucky enough to catch a train last night for Atlanta, and Scarlett and he celebrating their new marriage, sleep didn’t seem important.

As Rhett stood up off the bed Scarlett stirred Rhett noted, but she didn’t open her eyes. Smiling he searched the bedroom for his clothes. They had been in such a hurry last night to undress, most of Scarlett and his things where flung across the whole room. Quietly laughing, Rhett went about his search. Now he had his answer to his earlier question about how passionate Miss O’Hara could be. Scarlett’s passion met his own, Rhett hadn’t thought that was possible, but he wasn’t upset to be proven wrong.

Scarlett just lay in bed with her eyes closed afraid to open them and find the night before had been nothing more then a dream. That Rhett was truly lost to her. That she had fainted and was in her bedroom back at her Atlanta house, all alone.

Hearing Rhett move around their hotel room made Scarlett smile, but the fear that if she did open her eyes everything would be gone hadn’t left her. Beside Scarlett’s fear there was another reason she kept her eyes closed, she was dead tired. Last night Rhett had worn her out. Not that she was complaining, far from it, Rhett had never been as tender and passionate before with her. Scarlett found herself without a doubt sure of Rhett’s love for her. He had proven it many times over last night into early this morning.
Scarlett couldn’t help but feel a bit victorious, not only had she gotten the great Rhett Butler to marry her, but also to admit his love for her. All it had taken was for herself to openly show her own feelings towards Rhett. What a fool she had been all those years when she kept telling herself she wasn’t in love with Rhett. When it was so clear to Scarlett now that she always had been.

Scarlett could still hear Rhett’s voice as he promised to love, honor and cherish her until death do them part. It was the first of Scarlett’s four weddings in which Scarlett actually meant every vow she had taken. This time everything was going to be different, Scarlett was going to put aside her own wants and put her husband’s first.

Rhett’s proposal last night had stunned Scarlett, she hadn’t thought he would ask so soon, but never one to kick a gift horse in the mouth, Scarlett accepted right away. Not playing the part of a southern belle at all, young ladies were always education to turn down the first and second proposals of their beaus.

Where they were going to live crossed the newlywed’s mind. Scarlett would love to live at Tara, with her parents, but knew Rhett wouldn’t stand for living under her father’s roof. If she had known yesterday morning that Rhett did indeed exist and she would be married to him that night, Scarlett might have given her Mother, and Pa more time.

The way it was now, she would happily settle for visiting her parents as much as possible. The single most important thought on her mind, was how she couldn’t wait to see the look of unconditional love in Rhett’s eyes the second she opened her’s. She had taken that look for granted for to long. Even with Rhett’s mask in place his eyes always whisper the silent truth of his love.


Rhett had dressed quickly once he found his clothes and was about to leave to order breakfast, or lunch at this time of day. That’s when Rhett realized he had no idea what type of food his new bride liked. The last thing Rhett wanted to do was disappoint Scarlett in anyway.

Scarlett felt her blankets being pulled away as Rhett started to tickle her feet. Giggling, Scarlett felt her heart take flight, it felt so good for Rhett to be doing just what he had done during their honeymoon in New Orleans. “Stop . . . Stop . . . Please . . . Rhett.” Scarlett pleaded between her giggles.

“No it’s time to get up you, lazy girl” Rhett taunted Scarlett with.

Rhett stood at the edge of their bed waiting for Scarlett to open her eyes, loving every giggle he heard coming from his young wife. After two more minutes of Scarlett’s giggles she finally relented and complied with his earlier request. Sitting up she slowly opened her emerald eyes.

Rhett’s smile faded as Scarlett’s eyes opened. In a brief instance images flooded his mind, Twelve Oaks but unlike yesterday he saw Scarlett flirting with all the young men, The library only this time Scarlett, was declaring her undying love to Mr. Wilkes instead of the other way around. Meeting Miss O’Hara and getting to see her temper full force. Seeing her again over a year later as a young widow, Courting her on and off the days of the war.

Scarlett coming to him, while he was in jail offering to be his mistress if he would give her money to save Tara, turning her down and finding as soon as he was released she had married again.

Rhett remembered his angry at learning Scarlett was using the money he loaned her to kept Ashley Wilkes close at hand. Frank’s death, and Scarlett’s part in it. His proposal and Scarlett accepting it to get her pretty little hands on his money and of course because she was fond of him.

Rhett could see their wedding and how Scarlett eyes told how her heart wasn’t in it. New Orleans and the days that past as their honeymoon in. Bonnie’s birth and Scarlett’s demand for separate bedrooms. The joys of Fatherhood and the pain of living with the woman he loved only as if he were her friend. The day of Ashley’s party the passionate night that followed.
Taking Bonnie to meet her Grandmother, coming home to learn Scarlett was with child. Only to watch her lose that child moments later. Not knowing if Scarlett would live or die, then once she had recovered, losing his little angel and reason for living, Bonnie. Rhett didn’t want to remember any more, but the images were coming too fast for him to block out. Bonnie’s lifeless body the candle burning, she was afraid of the dark he wouldn’t allow it to get dark. Scarlett and he, fighting both too hurt to help the other.
Deciding he wanted no more of the hell he was living, that his love for Scarlett while he thought would never run out had done just that. Melanie’s death and Scarlett declaring she loved him, not Ashley. The pain clear in her face when he told Scarlett he was leaving her, that he didn’t love her any longer.
Then Rhett remembered walking up the stairs but before he got to his room, somehow he had been brought here.