Author's Note: I wrote this for a friend a while back; it has more to it, but I dunno if it's worth continuing to post it or finish it so feedback would be appreciated; it's sort of stream of consciousness interpretation (sorry if correct grammar is your obsessive passion) of Nag Hammadi where their thoughts are revealed at Jess's confession...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything...trust me, and this is my first fan. fict.

Rory is a frosh at Yale and still single, and Jess has been attempting to get a job in New York; Both are in Stars Hollow, Jess has been avoiding Rory all day until that night at the Firelight Festival.

-----------------------------

"Rory! Wait! Stop!" He ran, tumbling after her, uncertainty and butterflies bouncing around in his stomach as the reverberating sound of his converses on the slushy pavement matched his frantic heartbeats. They were both out of control, confused, tangled emotions driving both of them to the brink. She dived to the right and he paused, almost tripping into her as she took off in the other direction.

"No! You don't get to walk away. My town, I leave!" she heaved back at him and the words hit him in the chest as regret for bailing on her the past afternoon. She was terrified, confused, and vengeful; she wanted to hurt him over and over again the way he had hurt her, the aching feeling welling up in her insides. She wanted to scream at the sky, at him, at the town.

"I just wanna- Where are you going?" He needed to stop her, to make her understand him, why he had…why he couldn't….

"None of your business," she smartly threw back at him and charged past an ice cream vendor. Her legs ached; she couldn't keep this up much longer. If he would just leave her alone.

"We look like idiots," He blurted, his lame attempt to make her stop. Idiot, idiot, he thought to himself, why are you here? Why are you doing this?

"I don't care!" she shouted back, a heel snapping under pressure, but she kept running.

"Stop running," he yelled back, getting frustrated.

"Stop following," she retorted, like an angry child throwing a temper tantrum. He was getting frustrated with her, he just wanted to tell her….

"Oh come on!"

"Go away, I'm leaving," her anger flared up as she gave him an emotionless stare. There was nothing there, she didn't care about him anymore, he couldn't hurt her like he had. But then why was she running? Why was she afraid of facing him?

"Rory! Stop!" his voice fell into a gulp and he held it there on the edge of his throat. She wasn't going to stop.

"Why?" she sang back, an oblivious bird detached from reality in a game of tag.

"Because I want to talk to you!" If she wanted to fight with fire, then so could he; She stopped suddenly, building a wall, ready to toss back any blow he would throw at her,

"What? What did you want to talk to me about?" as he dashed in front of her, staring into her blue eyes, crystal pools of ice, blocking him out.

"Well…" She snapped.

"Where did you learn to run like that," he asked breathlessly, tiptoeing around the subject. She ignored his gentleness and shrugged off, "You know I have actually thought about this moment. A lot. What would Jess say to me if I ever saw him again…" The hurt, the anger, the pain was building inside her, seething and boiling at the back of her throat.

"I mean he just took off, no note, no call, nothing; how could he explain that?" She had her grip on him, twisting a verbal knife into his side over and over again as he continued to stare, heartbroken at the things he had done to her, that she had moved on from.

"And then a year goes by, no word, nothing, so he couldn't possibly have a good excuse for that, right?" She could barely breathe; it was all spilling out of her, into the cold night air. It felt good, right, satisfying as the people around her began to swirl until it was only her and Jess at the edge of the universe, her frozen glare into his hurt gaze.

"I've imagined a hundred different scenarios, with a hundred different great last parting lines, and I have to tell you that I-" She choked as her normal emotions came rushing back into her soul, but she held her vindictiveness and faced him as head-on as ever, "I am curious to see which way this is going to go!" There was silence and he hesitated, overwhelmed with having no control.

"Could we sit down?" he asked, meekly, the pain in his voice, how hard it was for him to face what he had done to her. His chocolate eyes were wide, surprised at her change.

"No, you wanted to talk, so talk!" She gestured at him, fists clenched. She wouldn't open up to him. There was no way; it was time to switch roles, it was time for her to be the uncaring one, the laidback one, it was time to break him, "What do you have to say to me?" She was done with this, this stupid game, him, their memories, fights, kisses, places, everything. The silence was there again, cutting his throat and her anger off, she could feel herself buckling.

He sighed, swallowing his pride, her pain, "I love you." The three words rang in her ears as the icy wall shattered, her eyes empathetic, and the ground came out from under her as she stared at him, taken back. Then he leaned in and kissed her, fire on ice, out-of-control, tumbling, whirling, reality spinning around them as she kissed back…she kissed back; why? He pulled her back to Stars Hollow and she could hear the chatter of people again and the bracing wind against her skin. Slowly, hebacked away from her; she had always broken their kisses before, but this time, he had surprised her by pulling away first.

She just stood there, confused, dazed, lost as he jumped into his car and revved the engine into gear. Speechless, she had to say something, hands clenched tightly together. But…what? He drove off past her, spinning her around as she stared off at his car disappearing down the street….until the front tire blew out and sent the car into a fire hydrant, cascading water onto the streets as every head turned, curious at what had just happened.

--------------------------------

No, he didn't die or anything melodramatic like that...just thought it would be funny since a lot of gilmore girls episodes are based on ending with some emotional shocker followed by a light-hearted gag or awkward, random action. thanks for reading...don't forget to review and tell me if I should continue or not