Author: Lyn Harkeran PM
Based three years after the original story. Dorothy misses Scarecrow, and wishes she could go back to Oz. Her wish comes true, and she is with her beloved Scarecrow again. But can anything ever come from their affection for one another? Dorothy/ScarecrowRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Dorothy G. & The Scarecrow - Chapters: 7 - Words: 7,449 - Reviews: 62 - Favs: 41 - Follows: 53 - Updated: 08-15-12 - Published: 06-05-11 - id: 7054873
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In Kansas it was the wee hours of the morning, but no had laid their head down to rest for the night. No, every person on the desolate prairie was dealing with the damage left behind by the great Cyclone that had passed through earlier that day.
The storm had been nothing but a freak of nature. It had only lasted a several hours before it seemed to disappear into nothingness. Though the prairie residents were curious at the timing and behavior of the storm, they were also grateful that it hadn't destroyed too much of the crops and live-stock. All rejoiced, save one family near the outskirts of the main ranches and farms.
Since the storm had stopped it horrible pathway through their farm, Aunt Em and Uncle Henry had searched every square inch of the property and creek bed. But there was no sign of what they were looking for.
Dorothy was gone, once more. But Em and Henry wouldn't stop looking until they found her.
So now in the early hours of the morning, the elderly couple and the farm hands traversed the country-side, calling out for the young woman, and searching in every spot they could possibly think of.
Aunt Em cried softly as she walked the familiar land, deep down expecting the worst. The last time there had been storm and Dorothy had been stuck in it, the girl had been in a coma for almost a month. The older woman doubted the child would be so lucky a second time.
Aunt Em prayed silently to herself as she took her husband's arm into her hands and they continued searching together.
"Please, let her be safe. . . Please dear God above, let her be safe . . "
Hunk Saker sat in the long prairie grass, feeling nothing and everything all at once. Dorothy Gale was gone.
Though Hunk knew the girl wouldn't be happy until she went back to her world, he missed her and secretly wished he could have gone with her. Oh how he wished!
The man watched sorrowfully as the sun began to rise over the lonely Kansas prairie. And for the first time Hunk realized the lack of color in the landscape before him. It was depressing to say the least.
Dorothy had always described her Land of Oz as a colorful and welcoming place, with a rainbow assortment of people and animals. And every time she had told him this, Hunk had always wondered what she meant by rainbow people. She had always smiled at him and replied, "I'll show you one day."
Hunk now knew that she would never get the chance to show him the strange colors she had spoken of. She would never show him that Wonderful Land of Oz.
Hunk cradled the still form of Dorothy Gale to his chest, tears falling from his red rimmed eyes as he looked down at the beautiful young woman. Why had she insisted on staying out in the storm? Why hadn't he forced her to come to the cellar with him? Or why hadn't he stayed with her? With each passing second the guilt became greater than before, and soon Hunk was overwhelmed by it.
Hunk mourned as she watched the sun's bright glow begin to shine over the flat-land. And as the day made itself known, the farm-hand felt his heartbreak. He had loved Dorothy and now she would never know how he felt. She would never be his.
Hunk kissed the girl's forehead and began to sing to himself, praying it would bring him some warmth in the earlier morning chill. It was a song he had heard Dorothy sing countless time while she was working around the farm. It had been a happy song then, but now it had become a requiem mass for the departed beauty.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. . .
Someday . . . I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops- That's where you'll find me. . .
Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I?"
Hunk brushed Dorothy's sullen cheeks gently, wishing with all his heart that he could be with her. Looking up the sky he begged the heavens to let him go to her.
"If my lovely Dorothy flies beyond the rainbow . . . Why oh why can't I?" He sang with conviction, knowing that he had never wanted anything more than this.
As Hunk looked over the flat land, he saw something traveling over the sky, faster than he thought possible.
A large rainbow looking bubble flew towards him and within seconds had surrounded him and the lifeless body of Dorothy. At first Hunk coward from the contact, but as soon as the bubble lifted into the sky and began to fly over the dull Kansas country-side towards the clouds, Hunk smiled, his tear stained face turning up in joy.
"Dorothy!" he cried out. "Wait for me! Wait for me!"
I have a theory about Dorothy's travels that I have brought into play here. Do you remember at the end of the Movie how Dorothy's family and the farm-hands believe that she's been in a coma, and she's laying in a bed?
Well I believe that when someone travels to OZ they are split into two counterparts. So when Aunt Em and Uncle Henry find Hunk and Dorothy's body in the tall grass it will seem as though they are in a coma and/or dead. I know this is confusing, but I'll elaborate on it in the next few chapters.
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