The Gilmore-Gray Union
By Michael Weyer
I don't own either Gilmore Girls or Judging Amy so don't sue.
Spoilers: Early in season 5 of Gilmore Girls, after season six of Judging Amy with the idea that Amy did not run for Congress but went back to her usual job as a judge.
Thanks to those who first came up with the "When I Woke Up" theme. Enjoy.
POV: Rory
It takes me a moment to realize my eyes are open. You'd think a normal reaction like that would be obvious but in this case it took a moment to fully process. I attribute that to the buzz in my head that at first makes me think a hacksaw is being taken to my head.
Wait. A hacksaw would be hard, sharp and much, much blood involved. I don't feel blood. I'd think I'd feel it if my blood and brains were leaking out so I guess there's no hacksaw or handsaw or other saw involved. Must have been the beer.
Oh no. Beer. Bad beer. Bad beer makes bad Rory.
I lie there, trying to force my brain cells to come together enough to figure out what's going on. Come on, come on, where are the neurons?
Okay…coming back now. Logan talked me into a weekend at Atlantic City. Not quite the little get-together he promised. More a couple of days of goofing off with his friends but hey, I can handle that. Not like I'm exactly bursting with lack of free time as of late.
So let's see…couldn't get into the casino so Logan…
Oh damn. The bar.
It was only supposed to be a nightcap. But that led to another and another and another still and oh damn, damn, damn!
Great. Just great. Last time I got drunk, I smashed up a yacht and got a criminal record. What now?
It's when I shuffle my leg and feel another next to me that I realize I shouldn't have asked. My bare leg. In fact, I realize, the sheets feel really smooth on me like I'm…
Naked.
Oh, God. Naked…that may not be good.
I sigh and brush my hair back and it's as I do, I see a flash on my left hand. I hold it up and see a band on it. A gold band on that finger.
Oh, definitely not good.
I got married. Logan and I got married. Oh damn. Oh bad. Oh, so very, very bad.
I take a deep breath as I turn my head. This is not going to be pleasant. Logan is not going to be happy. Logan is not going to take this well. Logan…
Is not the man lying next to me starting to wake up.
Oh this is so not good on so many levels. Rory Gilmore-Whatever the Hell My Last Name Is Now, what have you done?