GG: I don't own GILMORE GIRLS! I am in NO WAY affiliated with the show, creators, actors, etc.

NR: I want to give credit to most of my non GG characters to Nora Roberts from her book Public Secrets. I also will use several characters from Chesapeake Blue. I also want to thank her for any differences her characters and my version of them have. By the way, Emma's story is going to be, well completely different; also, I've changed her name.

"Oof…" came the gust of air as Rory Gilmore was bowled into. It was her freshman year and she was late for Game Theory. She looked up into grey eyes in an alabaster face that was framed with wavy, dark auburn hair.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" Rory looked in surprise at the lyrical Irish accent coming from the girl.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks." Rory looks around and realizes she isn't sure where she needs to go. Rory sighs and then finally asks "You wouldn't happen to know where Game Theory is would you?"

"Sorry, can't say I do actually. Are you a freshman too?" The girl looked at Rory as she shifted her books to her other arm; the action revealed a camera/book bag on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm Rory Gilmore by the way." Rory looks at the girl wondering if she will maybe make a new acquaintance and possible friend out of this run-in.

"Oh! Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Henri, Henri McAvoy." Henri pushes her hair out of her eyes and looks at Rory as they start to walk off together.

"Henri, that's an interesting name for a girl. Of course, I'm one to talk, I'm literally named after my mother, Lorelai. The nickname was an afterthought when everyone realized the confusion this could cause when there were already two Lorelais and now there were three. Sorry, I'm rambling, I do that when I'm…stopping now." Rory flushes as she realizes that in an attempt to be more outgoing she's actually just being weird.

Henri lets out a chuckle. "No, that's actually pretty cool, to be named after your mom. Three girls, all with the same name, that's a cute family tradition there. Also, you're right. Henri is an off name for a girl. My mother, in her infinite wisdom, whether she was high, drunk, or just playing a cruel joke actually named me Henrietta. However, when I was four, my dad's band toured with the Rolling Stones. Keith Richards took to calling me "Henri" and that's just been my name ever since." Henri grins as Rory's mouth drops open in surprise. After all, Henri thinks, it's not every day you meet someone who was nicknamed by Keith Richards.

"Oh. My. God. That is so cool. You met Keith Richards? You were named by Keith Richards! My best friend, Lane, is going to worship the ground you walk on. She loves the Rolling Stones." Rory once again finds herself rambling. Then she realizes, if this girl is 18, hell almost 19, then that would put her on the tour where Desperation opened. Also, if her last name is McAvoy then…

"No way! You're Brian McAvoy's daughter! That's so cool. I love Desperation!" Rory mentally smacks herself, she sounds like she's completely star-struck.

"Yeah, it is pretty cool. You know, we should get together sometime, let me give you my number. I've actually got to find my class now, so do you if I remember correctly. Game Theory, right? I'll see you around Rory." Henri writes her number and hands it to Rory. After exchanging thanks and good byes they head in different directions, however they will be come fast friends over the next year. Rory will wallow with Henri when Henri breaks up with Alex Del Mar, take her to Star's Hollow, and go to concerts with her. Henri and Lorelai will become friends as well with Henri looking to Lorelai as a mother/big sister. Rory will be nicknamed "Bambi" by Brian and the rest of the band while they will dub Lorelai 'Leila' which means "dark beauty."

Henri spends her sophomore year mostly at Oxford University. She and Rory remain close friends. This year Henri will meet Logan and the gang, including a certain exotic attracted to gorgeous redheads. Two worlds will collide.

Let me know what you think! Thanks, and this is my first fanfic. :S