The Past Returns
                     (rewrite of the 'You Love Her' scene)
                                 By Lynleigh
After Pocahontas stormed out of the cottage, John Rolfe stared at Smith
intensely.
"This is all your fault, look what you did." Rolfe exclaimed. He stormed out after
Pocahontas. "Pocahontas! Wait!"

John Rolfe didn't get very far until he realized that Pocahontas was gone out of
his site. He looked carefully across the country side, but could not see her through
the thick fog. Smith ran up behind him but Rolfe blocked his way.
"Let her go." Smith tried to pass him.
"You may not care about her." He quietly said to himself pushing away Rolfe's arm,
but Rolfe grabbed him strongly.
"Don't you dare say that I don't care about her!"
John Smith was surprised of Rolfe's anger. He stopped where he was and looked
on towards the direction where Pocahontas vanished then looked back at Rolfe. He
knew what was going on and was not surprised.
"You love her." Smith pointed out. Rolfe let go and raised his head with belief of
what Smith was saying to him. He could not let Smith see how much he cared for
Pocahontas knowing that Smith was with her first.
"What! That is none of your business!"
"But you do love her." Smith's face turned to an angry one.
"Maybe I do." Rolfe stood up straight and faced Smith. He knew Smith was
stronger then him, but he used all of his strength to show him he was not about to
back down. "And what if I said I did?"
"I would break the person's arm that I'm staring at right now."
"Oh yeah!"
Smith stepped towards Rolfe, trying to challenge him.
"Yeah, I would. Long and painfully."
Rolfe swallowed slowly and started to imagine Smith breaking his arm.
"Why would you break my arm? Do you think that is going to help Pocahontas in
anyway?!"
"I don't know, but it would certainly help me!" They began to get closer. Almost
touching chest to chest. Their hands coupling into fits about ready to leave ground
and do some major damage.
"You don't deserve her Smith! What makes you think she wants to be with you."
"Because I was the one she ran too for protection when we escaped. I didn't see
her run to you."
That was just harsh! John Rolfe couldn't believe what he said and did not want to
believe it, though it was true. Tears started to form behind his eyes, but Rolfe
could not let them out. He continued to stare at Smith, eye to eye.
"Well, she was the one that was happy to see when I came into the Jail cell. I
didn't see her jumping for joy when she saw you!"
"That's because she was speechless to see me."
"Pocahontas loves me, I know it."
"She wouldn't give the time of day to you! She loves me." Smith was certain of it.
He loves her so much, why wouldn't she love him? She did kiss him just a moment
ago. Rolfe had to disagree though, he knew Pochaontas loved him.'They almost
kissed at the Hunt Ball!' he thought.
"She loves me! Tonight, we were going to............" Rolfe stopped himself. He didn't
want to give away that they almost kissed. "Well, if you weren't here, it would be
very different!"
"Well, I'm here and it is different. It seems like I have the better half of her
heart."
"No you don't!" Rolfe couldn't hold it any longer. He took his fist and just
thrusted it in the air towards Smith's face. Smith easily blocked it, but did not
see Rolfe's other swing with his left hand and Smith felt a sharp pain to his cheek.
Smith wobbled on his feet for a moment and when he regained balance, he swung at
Rolfe, hitting him the the stomach. Then they both went after one another.
Swinging punches, pushing, and pulling.

Then Ute walked over slowly, crossing his arms. He knew that they were fighting
over Pocahontas and knew it was foolish. He walked in front of them, then made his
way in-between, grabbing one of their shoulders each and pushing them away from
one another. It was like watching to dogs fight and the owner pulling them away
from one another.
Rolfe and Smith, still struggling to get to one another, got the idea that Ute was
showing them and they stopped. Rolfe immediately turned away from Smith's watch
as he hung on to his sore stomach. Smith stood strongly still, waiting for any
unexpectant blows. They both were breathing hard from exhaustion.

Ute then looked at one another and gave out a load growl, warning them to not
fight anymore. Rolfe and Smith both walked away from one another.
'I'm not about to give up Pocahontas to anyone' Smith thought. 'But what if Rolfe
is right? Maybe Pocahontas does love him.'
Smith sat down on a rock near a tree.

Rolfe walked over to a patch of grass, and him too, sat down. 'Pocahontas loves
Smith. She doesn't love me at all. How could I be so blind. She is rightfully
Smith's, I should have not interfered.' He thought quietly.

The cool air settled their nerves and they both waited for Pocahontas' return. She
was the only one who knew the answer. For Rolfe and Smith, to fight it out was
wrong and wasn't solving anything.

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