Disclaimer: I own nothing but an autograph Matt Czuchry personally gave me yesterday :D
A\N: New story from me. I got this idea the other day when visiting my aunt, and haven't been able to get rid of it since.I don't like the look of my timetable in the future, but will do my best to get this story updated on a regular basis.
Summary: Rory and Logan are happily married, and has been for the last 6 years. However, something seems to be missing. But what? And what happens when that something fails to happen?
From 'I Do' to 'Two Blue'
"We spend all our lives waiting, but what for? From the moment we are born, we keep waiting…
And then we die"
Sighing, Rory looked at the time. She had been sitting there waiting for what felt like forever. It had been forever. Well, at least…Rory looked at the time again… two minutes.
OK, so maybe it had just been two minutes, but heaven knows those two minutes had been two very long ones. How could she possibly survive the next eight?
She closed her eyes, hoping that in some miraculous way, that would cause the time to go by a little quicker.
Oh for god's sake, who was she trying to kid? Here she was, the great Lorelai Leigh Huntzberger nee Gilmore, actually believing that if she only closed her eyes, time would go by quicker?
Oh yes, an Ivy league college education would definitely teach you that.
Three minutes now. Only seven to go. Ah… This was pure torture. Torture in disguise.
Reaching for the phone, she contemplated if she should call anyone.
Logan? No, she knew herself far too well than to call him. If she did, he would ask her what she was doing, and she couldn't exactly say that she was sitting in the bathroom, waiting for seven pathetic minutes to go by?
No, she couldn't do that. He would be home any minute anyway. At least he should be.
Her mother? Again, same problem.
Stephanie? God no. She loved her friend, she really did. But she just couldn't take any more of it. Not now. Not when they found themselves in such different situations.
Stephanie had for quite some years of her life been one of her closest friends, if not her best friend. However, and no matter how much she hated it, lately they had been falling out. Rory knew that she had to take some of the blame for that, but it wasn't as if she did it because she wanted to. Hell no. In the beginning it had been fine, but then…then it just got harder and harder before she just couldn't take it anymore. Yes, she was being selfish, she knew that. But how much pain should you have to put yourself through day in and day out?
Four minutes. Almost halfway there now.
She grabbed her notes from the counter and started skimming the first draft of her article. Words were scattered all over the pages with arrows pointing in every direction. She really ought to get started on this, the deadline was just two days away and all she had was arrows and sentences consisting of four words at a maximum.
Who was she trying to kid? She couldn't concentrate on the conflict between Israel and Palestine right now. She had more important issues on her mind.
Ok, so maybe when you looked at the big picture being the world situation, the conflict in the mid-east was pretty important. After all, this was what her job was all about. Reporting to the narrow minded citizens of the country she called home about the situation in the Middle East. She liked her job, though. Actually, she loved in a weird kind of way. It was such a sad but rewarding job, again in a weird kind of way. An 'experience-it-yourself-and-you'll-know-what-I-mean' kind of way.
That being said, she did enjoy her weeks off. Of course she did.
Five minutes. Finally! Only five minutes left. Another eternity, yet she felt like doing the happy dance. She had survived the first five minutes. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Looking up, she realised once again how much she hated the colour of the ceiling. Well, it was not so much the colour, more the pattern. Or more the structure. She had hated it immediately after spotting it. She had mentioned it to Logan on several occasions. At least on a monthly basis these last four years they'd spent calling this house home.He had looked somewhat surprised at her the first time she mentioned it. But then again, could she blame him? As she thought about it some more, she accepted it was a pretty silly thing to be annoyed by. Here hundreds of children starved to death every day, and she was annoyed by the swirls of her bathroom ceiling.
She had been right earlier. She really was pathetic.
But it was these things she focused on. She didn't allow her mind to wander off like she usually would, because deep down she knew oh too well how the outcome would be, and she would just end up with a big cloud of disappointment and sadness hanging over her. We learn from our mistakes, right?
Six minutes. Four minutes left. 240 seconds left. That wasn't much. Seconds flew by much quicker than minutes. At least it seemed so.
She looked up again, but decided she couldn't look at the ceiling any more. She just got annoyed, and she hated to be cross.
Instead, she moved herself towards the window. It was quite calming, actually, just to sit and watch the world spin. It was fascinating to see how people rushed from A to B, not taking the time to take a look around and take in their surroundings. She usually did that herself, hurrying from place to place.
Now, however, that she was sitting in the window staring aimlessly out in the autumn afternoon, she couldn't help but noticing all the colours out there. Yellow, red, brown and orange leaves fell softly to the ground as young children ran excitedly back and forth in the leaves.
Oh to be a child again. Just being careless and run around, not having to worry about anything but how to talk your parents into telling two bedtime stories instead of one, or allowing you five extra minutes to play with the bubbles in the bathtub during bedtime bath.
Seven minutes. Seven. It was actually a rather interesting number. Why was this the only number that had more than one syllable? Sure, zero had two syllables as well, but since when did people actually use zero?
It was always nought, nil, zilch, null or simply o. Never zero.
What was so special with the number seven?
And wasn't it ironic, that when you removed the 's' you got 'even'? She had never been a maths genius, but even she knew that when you divided seven by any number, you didn't end up with an even number. So why hide the word in it?
Ah, she really knew how to make herself crazy.
Eight minutes. Two minutes left. 120 seconds. 1200 milliseconds. Many nanoseconds. Very many nanoseconds. The more she thought about it, two minutes didn't sound so much. After all, it was just two. A pretty small number. Two. The same number of people that lived in this house. The same number of people in their family. The same number of empty bedrooms in their house. Well, as long as you didn't count Finn's room. But since when did anything that involved Finn count?
Finn. They hadn't seen him for some time now. It was five months since he had announced that he would sail around the world looking for the perfect redhead. Apparently she didn't exist in this fine country they called home.
He came up with that decision all by himself after living for three months with Redmona, just to suddenly discover one day that his beloved redhead wasn't much of a Redmona, but more of a Redmond. He tried to convince Logan to take care of the cat for him, but for some reason unbeknownst Rory, he had refused.
She had tried to comfort a heartbroken Finn. Tried to tell him in her softest cotton wool voice, that although she would love to take the cat in, unfortunately Logan was very allergic to furry creatures such as Redmond.
Finn had optimistically suggested that Redmond was a better catch than Logan. You only needed to scratch him behind the ear in order for him to purr and he was an excellent bed warmer at night. And even better- fully pottytrained! For some mystic reason, she hadn't bought it.
She was quite content with her non purring husband.
Nine minutes. Almost there now.
Just one short little minute left. And that was a good thing. Her caffeine level was definitely starting to empty, and it wouldn't take long before the caffeine-meter would start beeping and flashing like a mad traffic light telling pedestrians to get their butts moving.
No, she should definitely get some coffee in herself. And some food. Checking her watch once again and doing some quick maths, she realised that she hadn't had anything edible since breakfast, and god knows that was a long time ago. She could probably convince Logan to get take-away again.
It wasn't like they had take-away every day or even every other day. Or was it? She started to think back before shaking her head. Ok, so they had take-away every two days.
And so? It wasn't her fault that her mother had refused Luke to teach her how to cook. And at the fine age of 28, she was pretty capable of filling the blasted dishwasher at night, and force Logan to empty it the morning after. And they did have an excellent recycling system.
So no, there was absolutely no need for a cook. No way.
And a maid? Well, if her house was too big for her to clean and tidy while obeying the Gilmore rules (housework shouldn't be performed unless absolutely necessary), well, then they would simply have to move to a smaller house.
Only snobbish, stuck-up people had maids! And she was neither stuck-up nor snobbish, so why should they have a maid?
Pling.
She was so engulfed in her own thoughts about house workers, that she almost missed the sound of the timer. But only almost.
As soon as she heard the high pitched, loud pling, she jumped on her feet.
Walking carefully over to the sink, she heard the front door open, just to be closed again a few seconds later.
She heard the sound of Logan's briefcase hit the floor, and she could hear his shiny black office shoes walk him into the kitchen before she heard his footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door.
She could hear him standing just outside the door, not wanting to disturb her, but at the same time making sure that she was ok.
"Sweetheart, do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?"
She melted as she heard the tone in his voice. It was filled with sincere concern and sprinkled with love. A love he only had for her. She knew he knew what was going on. He had always been able to read her, even when a thick oak door separated them.
"You're a lifesaver, Logan. I'll be right out with you. Just give me two seconds."
She heard the sound of his footsteps fade out and slowly sat back down at the toilet.
Closing her eyes, she loosened the grip on the little white pin she was clutching like a lifeline.
If it had only been a lifeline.
She had told herself over and over again not to get her hopes up. This was partly the reason she hadn't told Logan about it. It wasn't like he didn't know, they had been trying for quite some while now. No,it wasn't that.
But if she told him how she was planning on spending ten minutes of this Monday evening, she would only end up having a very hard time keeping herself from disappointment. She knew that if she told him, she would have to deal with an unconscious sadness in his eyes.
And she couldn't take that. Couldn't face that. Not today. Not after last months disappointment.
She should have been used to it by now.
The endless wave of disappointments.
This was the reason she had just spent ten minutes in the bathroom thinking about Finn's stupid cat and the annoying swirls in the ceiling.
God, she was pathetic.
Why did she keep on doing this to herself? Why did she have to keep torturing herself only to get what she already knew thrown at her face again? Did she really have to drag herself through the dirt every month like this?
She had been doing this for months now. 48 months to be exact. Four years. Four long years. Four long years without any results. Why?
Brushing away the lone tear that had built itself up in the corner of her eye, she got up and straightened her skirt.
As she approached the door, she glanced quickly in the mirror. Just as she had expected. She looked empty. She felt empty. She was empty.
Oh well, there was always next month…
So, this was the prologue.
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