A/N This a story that's a little bit out there but I thought I nice
dramatic fantasy would be a nice change. Here's the deal it takes place 5
years ahead of where GG is right now. Some things have changed; some have
not. Rory is going to Yale.unfortunately Harvard rejected her. She is not
alone however, since a certain blonde also attends the University. I'm not
defining the relationship status yet, you'll have to see what happens.
November 16: *It's a cold day in Connecticut; bitter winds whip through the streets causing footsteps to quicken and the mind of young Rory Gilmore to wonder.
Watching people hurry past her, Rory sighs as she pulls her worn overgrown leather jacket closer to her body. She sobs quietly as her hands brush the coat that once belonged to the only person who had truly understood her.
It'd been a year, almost to the day that his uncle had come to see her. She was staying with her mother for the duration of the services. The knock at the door had come just as she had packed her last bag. Her mother had opened the door and called Rory down. Even now, his solemn face haunts her. It was one of the only times she'd seen him cry, "Hi, Rory." "Luke." Her voice trembled as she watched his eyes soften. "T-there are some things.I mean, I know he'd want you to- "Where?" "My truck." Rory followed Luke Danes; one of the strongest men she'd ever known; now trembling; to his truck. Amongst the scattered belongings were a few books, some photographs, a notebook, and his jacket. Rory put on the jacket immediately and has since taken it everywhere, rain or shine.
It begins to snow as Rory's watch beeps, 2:43. 2:43, the time when she'd first got the call. Her mother Lorelei's voice quivered on the other side. Rory could barely make out what she was saying, but by the time she had hung up the phone she knew two things. There was an accident.and her friend, Jess Mariano was dead.
They told her it wasn't her fault, but she knew different. Nearly a week before she had talked to him, he had come home from school for vacation and drove to Yale to bring Rory home for the holidays. The car ride was quiet at first, they hadn't seen each other in over a year and both knew things were different. For one Jess was no longer attached to Rachel, his girlfriend of two years, he'd grown taller, Rory had noticed.and for some reason seemed more appealing than ever before. Rory had cut her hair, Dean was long out of the picture, but a ring remained on her finger. "What's that?" Jess' gruff voice broke the silence. "Wha-oh, the ring." "Yea, the ring." "It's R- "Randy's" "Ryan's." "Right, sorry." "How'd you know?" "Your mom told me, she made sure to." "Oh." "So what does it mean?" "I don't understand." Jess hit the breaks hard and pulled off the road before continuing. "Are you getting married?" "No, well I guess so.I don't know!" Rory answered in frustration. "Thought so, guess a year changes a lot, huh?" "Jess you were with Rachel then you didn't want me.I've moved on." "I've always wanted you.when, when I kissed you.you know last summer, it meant something.I've waited all year to tell you in person- "What took you so long? We've had plenty of time off since last August." "Rory, you know I- Rory's eyes filled with tears that moment, "Yea I know." "So, you're really going to do it then, marry this preppy jerk?" "Yea." "Ok, then." Jess started up the engine and they were off towards Stars Hollow, the next morning he was gone.a week later he was dead.
Unable to control her emotions any longer, Rory stumbles towards a nearby bench, seeking refuge from her unsteady legs. Her sobs get louder as the memories of the past year become fresh in her mind. Her eyes buried in the sleeve of Jess' coat, she is unaware of an approaching person. "Rory." Rory sniffles, trying to conceal her bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. "Hi, T-Tristan." "I'm sorry, I forgot." "I'm fine really don't worry about me." "But I do." Rory looks up at Tristan, who is now sitting beside her, "I-It's just so- "I know, I know." Tristan says sympathetically, pulling her closer to him. "I was angry-He didn't know, I didn't get to- "Rory, you've got to stop this, it wasn't your fault.people have arguments.you told one lie.what happened was no one's fault, it was an accident.and believe me he knows, he knows the truth." Rory's sobs become louder, a passerby stops in front of them. "D-do you need me to call some one.a cab?" "No, she's alright, thanks." Tristan's gaze follows the man as he continues down the street. "Come on, can we go get some coffee?" "I'm a mess." "So let's get you cleaned up and then we'll go." *20 minutes later Rory enters the living room of the small apartment she shares with Lane, "So where are we going? And don't say Starbucks.I don't care how many different flavors of coffee they have.they can't make a decent cup of plain coffee." Rory says with too much enthusiasm. "Ok.no Starbucks." Tristan pretends to rack his brain, "Well actually there is this little diner I've been meaning to try." "Diner coffee's good." Rory smiles vaguely at Tristan. "You ok?" He asks honestly. "No, but I will be, just give me some time." "Ok, come on." *10 minutes later Rory and Tristan are walking down the street, their hands entwined. "That's it, right over there." "Rory's eyes follow Tristan's pointed finger, "Bagel's Diner?" She says skeptically. "Yes." Tristan leads her forward. "Tristan?!" A voice yells from behind. "Mark, my man. What are you doing out here?" "Catching up on some exercise, note the trainers." Mark points to his shoes. "Right." "Hey, remember, Kimberly?" "Do I ever." Tristan smirks. Rory lets go of Tristan's hand; it doesn't go unnoticed. "Uh, can you give me a minute mark?" Tristan doesn't wait for a response, "Rory, why don't you go order some coffee, I'll be right there." "Ok." She says quietly before heading towards the diner. The bell above the door jingles as she enters the diner, it's a modern dinner not unlike Luke's except that there are more employees and everything is bright red. Rory sits down at the counter where a slender waitress is talking orders from three teenage boys, obvious regulars. Rory takes a deep breath, her eyes wander towards the window, she watches as Tristan jots something down, probably a phone number of some girl he met in a bar. Her eyes go wide as a familiar smell catches her attention, she turns around to see that the waitress has gone. Rory closes her eyes frustrated at herself for letting her guard down. She couldn't have smelled it.the only thing that smelled like that was her jacket, and she had left it home. The smell of leather, old spice, and lilac grows stronger.Rory takes another deep breath and then to reprimand herself for getting caught up she slams her hand on the counter. "You ok?" Rory lifts her lowered head as the gruff voice rings in her ears. Rory eyes search the room, the only one in earshot is the man behind the counter, and his back is turned to her. "W-hat?" She says uneasily. "I said, are you alright, I mean no offense but if you want to beat yourself up you should probably do it outside.management looks down upon violence on the premises.even if you're only hurting yourself." Rory studies the man behind the counter; his hair is semi long and unkempt. The voice was uncanny and then there was the smell, but she knows she's letting the day get to her. "I-I have to go." The man turns to Rory "You didn't order anything, you sure you don't want coffee or any-" The man cuts himself off noticing Rory's gawking stare. "What? You sure you're ok?" Rory begins to speak but stops; with a simple sob she retreats from the diner.
Tristan says goodbye to his friend and turns towards the diner just as Rory bursts towards him. "Rory!?"
"Oh my God, I-I saw, I saw- "What?" "Jess." "I know, he's everywh- "No, b-behind the- Rory stops, unable to continue she buries her face in Tristan's chest. Tristan puts his arms around in a comforting manner. Their embrace is broken by a steady voice. "Is she ok?" Tristan looks up from the street, "Yea she'll be o- "Oh my God." Tristan lets go of Rory suddenly. "Am I missing something?" "Y-You're." "Justin." "No." Rory whispers. "Have been all my life." He answers oddly. "Look, maybe you need to call someone you know for help, or maybe you just need some coffee, I don't want to brag but I make damn good coffee." "No, that's- "No, Tristan it's ok, you promised me coffee let's have a cup." "Ok, good and while you're at it maybe you can explain to me why I suddenly make women cry.
A/N ok, so this is my first chapter I hope it's ok-I realize Rory may be a little out of character but keep in mind that she's older now and she's had to deal with a very big trauma, anyway R&R and I hope you enjoyed my story so far
November 16: *It's a cold day in Connecticut; bitter winds whip through the streets causing footsteps to quicken and the mind of young Rory Gilmore to wonder.
Watching people hurry past her, Rory sighs as she pulls her worn overgrown leather jacket closer to her body. She sobs quietly as her hands brush the coat that once belonged to the only person who had truly understood her.
It'd been a year, almost to the day that his uncle had come to see her. She was staying with her mother for the duration of the services. The knock at the door had come just as she had packed her last bag. Her mother had opened the door and called Rory down. Even now, his solemn face haunts her. It was one of the only times she'd seen him cry, "Hi, Rory." "Luke." Her voice trembled as she watched his eyes soften. "T-there are some things.I mean, I know he'd want you to- "Where?" "My truck." Rory followed Luke Danes; one of the strongest men she'd ever known; now trembling; to his truck. Amongst the scattered belongings were a few books, some photographs, a notebook, and his jacket. Rory put on the jacket immediately and has since taken it everywhere, rain or shine.
It begins to snow as Rory's watch beeps, 2:43. 2:43, the time when she'd first got the call. Her mother Lorelei's voice quivered on the other side. Rory could barely make out what she was saying, but by the time she had hung up the phone she knew two things. There was an accident.and her friend, Jess Mariano was dead.
They told her it wasn't her fault, but she knew different. Nearly a week before she had talked to him, he had come home from school for vacation and drove to Yale to bring Rory home for the holidays. The car ride was quiet at first, they hadn't seen each other in over a year and both knew things were different. For one Jess was no longer attached to Rachel, his girlfriend of two years, he'd grown taller, Rory had noticed.and for some reason seemed more appealing than ever before. Rory had cut her hair, Dean was long out of the picture, but a ring remained on her finger. "What's that?" Jess' gruff voice broke the silence. "Wha-oh, the ring." "Yea, the ring." "It's R- "Randy's" "Ryan's." "Right, sorry." "How'd you know?" "Your mom told me, she made sure to." "Oh." "So what does it mean?" "I don't understand." Jess hit the breaks hard and pulled off the road before continuing. "Are you getting married?" "No, well I guess so.I don't know!" Rory answered in frustration. "Thought so, guess a year changes a lot, huh?" "Jess you were with Rachel then you didn't want me.I've moved on." "I've always wanted you.when, when I kissed you.you know last summer, it meant something.I've waited all year to tell you in person- "What took you so long? We've had plenty of time off since last August." "Rory, you know I- Rory's eyes filled with tears that moment, "Yea I know." "So, you're really going to do it then, marry this preppy jerk?" "Yea." "Ok, then." Jess started up the engine and they were off towards Stars Hollow, the next morning he was gone.a week later he was dead.
Unable to control her emotions any longer, Rory stumbles towards a nearby bench, seeking refuge from her unsteady legs. Her sobs get louder as the memories of the past year become fresh in her mind. Her eyes buried in the sleeve of Jess' coat, she is unaware of an approaching person. "Rory." Rory sniffles, trying to conceal her bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. "Hi, T-Tristan." "I'm sorry, I forgot." "I'm fine really don't worry about me." "But I do." Rory looks up at Tristan, who is now sitting beside her, "I-It's just so- "I know, I know." Tristan says sympathetically, pulling her closer to him. "I was angry-He didn't know, I didn't get to- "Rory, you've got to stop this, it wasn't your fault.people have arguments.you told one lie.what happened was no one's fault, it was an accident.and believe me he knows, he knows the truth." Rory's sobs become louder, a passerby stops in front of them. "D-do you need me to call some one.a cab?" "No, she's alright, thanks." Tristan's gaze follows the man as he continues down the street. "Come on, can we go get some coffee?" "I'm a mess." "So let's get you cleaned up and then we'll go." *20 minutes later Rory enters the living room of the small apartment she shares with Lane, "So where are we going? And don't say Starbucks.I don't care how many different flavors of coffee they have.they can't make a decent cup of plain coffee." Rory says with too much enthusiasm. "Ok.no Starbucks." Tristan pretends to rack his brain, "Well actually there is this little diner I've been meaning to try." "Diner coffee's good." Rory smiles vaguely at Tristan. "You ok?" He asks honestly. "No, but I will be, just give me some time." "Ok, come on." *10 minutes later Rory and Tristan are walking down the street, their hands entwined. "That's it, right over there." "Rory's eyes follow Tristan's pointed finger, "Bagel's Diner?" She says skeptically. "Yes." Tristan leads her forward. "Tristan?!" A voice yells from behind. "Mark, my man. What are you doing out here?" "Catching up on some exercise, note the trainers." Mark points to his shoes. "Right." "Hey, remember, Kimberly?" "Do I ever." Tristan smirks. Rory lets go of Tristan's hand; it doesn't go unnoticed. "Uh, can you give me a minute mark?" Tristan doesn't wait for a response, "Rory, why don't you go order some coffee, I'll be right there." "Ok." She says quietly before heading towards the diner. The bell above the door jingles as she enters the diner, it's a modern dinner not unlike Luke's except that there are more employees and everything is bright red. Rory sits down at the counter where a slender waitress is talking orders from three teenage boys, obvious regulars. Rory takes a deep breath, her eyes wander towards the window, she watches as Tristan jots something down, probably a phone number of some girl he met in a bar. Her eyes go wide as a familiar smell catches her attention, she turns around to see that the waitress has gone. Rory closes her eyes frustrated at herself for letting her guard down. She couldn't have smelled it.the only thing that smelled like that was her jacket, and she had left it home. The smell of leather, old spice, and lilac grows stronger.Rory takes another deep breath and then to reprimand herself for getting caught up she slams her hand on the counter. "You ok?" Rory lifts her lowered head as the gruff voice rings in her ears. Rory eyes search the room, the only one in earshot is the man behind the counter, and his back is turned to her. "W-hat?" She says uneasily. "I said, are you alright, I mean no offense but if you want to beat yourself up you should probably do it outside.management looks down upon violence on the premises.even if you're only hurting yourself." Rory studies the man behind the counter; his hair is semi long and unkempt. The voice was uncanny and then there was the smell, but she knows she's letting the day get to her. "I-I have to go." The man turns to Rory "You didn't order anything, you sure you don't want coffee or any-" The man cuts himself off noticing Rory's gawking stare. "What? You sure you're ok?" Rory begins to speak but stops; with a simple sob she retreats from the diner.
Tristan says goodbye to his friend and turns towards the diner just as Rory bursts towards him. "Rory!?"
"Oh my God, I-I saw, I saw- "What?" "Jess." "I know, he's everywh- "No, b-behind the- Rory stops, unable to continue she buries her face in Tristan's chest. Tristan puts his arms around in a comforting manner. Their embrace is broken by a steady voice. "Is she ok?" Tristan looks up from the street, "Yea she'll be o- "Oh my God." Tristan lets go of Rory suddenly. "Am I missing something?" "Y-You're." "Justin." "No." Rory whispers. "Have been all my life." He answers oddly. "Look, maybe you need to call someone you know for help, or maybe you just need some coffee, I don't want to brag but I make damn good coffee." "No, that's- "No, Tristan it's ok, you promised me coffee let's have a cup." "Ok, good and while you're at it maybe you can explain to me why I suddenly make women cry.
A/N ok, so this is my first chapter I hope it's ok-I realize Rory may be a little out of character but keep in mind that she's older now and she's had to deal with a very big trauma, anyway R&R and I hope you enjoyed my story so far
