Into the Wild and Unknown
A Trory by Leela
Pairing: R/T as if I'd write anything else! Rating: PG13 Disclaimer: I own nothing of Gilmore Girls, I have no money, plz don't sue me! Author's note: Ok, so I'm back with a new story. For those of you that have been reading my other fic, A kiss, a blush, a smirk, a love, don't worry, I will complete it...eventually! I just need to take some time away from it, and I had this little idea for a new fic, so I thought I'd give it a bit of a go. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter one
Rory stared blankly at the note she held in her hand. The Chilton letterhead was printed at the top, immediately signaling to Rory that she would more than likely dislike the contents of the remaining letter. As she continued to read it, the frown etched across her face grew deeper and deeper with dread. Rory finished reading the main section of the letter before coming across a line written in bold that froze her insides. She let out a groan, for it read 'compulsory, all students to attend'.
Rory scrunched up the letter and stuffed it into her bag. She started to think up reasons as to why she couldn't go. Her grandfather was sick in hospital. No, that wouldn't work; her grandparents were friends with principal Charleston and his wife. Her mom was having a heart transplant. No, too many questions would be asked. She was allergic to nature and the wilderness. That would definitely fall under the unbelievable category. Rory let out another frustrated groan. Nothing, there was nothing she could do to get out of it. The bell rang, causing Rory to quickly jump out of her seat, grab her bag, and head towards the bus. The sooner she got out of Hell the better.
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Rory ran up the driveway, jumping over the lawn mower that for some reason lay out in the middle of the yard. She bounded up the front steps and crashed through the door.
"Mom! Mom!" Rory yelled hysterically, as she dumped her bag in the foyer, books, pens and paper spilling out everywhere.
"What! What's wrong? What's happened? Are you hurt? Do I need to kick someone's ass?" Replied Lorelai running out of the kitchen frantically whilst attempting to administer a band aid to her index finger.
"Yes, you do, the evil, conniving henchman of Chilton", Rory said seriously, "And why do you need a band aid? What's Morris doing sitting in the front of the yard?"
"He bit me", Lorelai replied pouting.
"He bit you? Why would he bite you? He's never shown any hostility towards us before?"
"Well I guess we misjudged his personality because he's mean and nasty".
"Mom...what did you do? Were you trying to mow the lawn?" Rory asked sternly.
"No...I just thought I'd take him... for a walk", Lorelai replied weakly.
"You were trying to mow the lawn. You were trying to be domestic", Rory said, pointing a stern finger at her mother.
"Ok", Lorelai replied defeated, "I thought I'd try and become more self- sufficient, one of those 'Jane of all trades', woman that can do any form of domestic or menial work".
"Mom, you know that you aren't, and never will be one of those women, I'm sorry" Rory said, patting Lorelai on the back. "Just call Pete. Morris likes him enough not to bite him, ok?"
"Yeah, ok. So..." Lorelai began to say, cheering up, "Why do I have to kick the Chilton Henchman's ass?"
"This is why", Rory said, thrusting the letter she had received in class into her mother's hand.
Lorelai read through the letter carefully before looking back to Rory, a smile shining across her face,
"Mom, your smiling" Rory said dumbfounded.
"I know", replied Lorelai matterofactly.
"Chilton want to dump me, your only daughter, your own flesh and blood, in the middle of the woods, to sleep in an old wooden cabin and force me to sing koom-by-ahh around the campfire, and you're smiling! Are you insane? Has your detour down Domestic Lane made you completely crazy? Maybe you lost more blood than you thought, perhaps we should take you to the hospital, they can give you a transfusion of outrage."
"Come on sweety, you'll have fun! I wish I'd gotten to go camping. Now you can go, and I can live through you!"
"Or, maybe you could go in my place!" Rory said hopefully, "We have the same name, so it'll be marked off on the roll that I'm there, even though I'm not!"
"Honey, I think they'll be able to tell the difference between the older and the younger Lorelai Gilmore. I may look astonishly young, but even I couldn't look 16." Lorelai said modestly.
"Yeah, I know" Rory said glumly as she sat herself down on the couch.
Lorelai sat down beside her, "Just go, you might even find that you'll enjoy yourself, and you never know what you could learn". Rory looked at Lorelai doubtfully. "Besides, one of us needs to know how to keep us alive in Indiana Jane and the Quest for the Coffee Holy Grail!"
"Ooo, I think I know where I can find that!" Rory said cheering up.
"You do! How?"
"Well, provided you can save yourself from getting attacked by Morris, and any other form of gardening tool and inanimate object, I think we might just be able to make it to Luke's!"
"Honey, if we have to blow up Morris with a hand grenade, we'll make it to Luke's!" Lorelai replied as they both grabbed their coats and raced out the door.
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The following week flew by way too quickly for Rory's liking. No matter how much her mother had encouraged her that the school trip would be fun and exciting, Rory just couldn't help but look towards Monday with resounding doom. What was worse was the fact that they were leaving Chilton bright an early at exactly 6am, a time that didn't register in the Gilmore house.
Rory sat in the lounge room, her large and overstuffed pack sitting on the floor at her feet while Lorelai ran around the house finding clothes to wear and trying to make coffee. Finally she ran out of the kitchen and dumped four coffee thermos's in Rory's lamp.
"For the bus trip. Hopefully by the time you get there the caffeine will have effectively woken you up and you can begin to enjoy yourself!" Rory looked doubtfully at her mother, but thanked her anyway. "Right then, lets hit the road!"
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Rory sat on the bus, watching as her mother drove away. She didn't know how she was going to survive the three nights and four days without her mother, and spending it with her fellow classmates in the middle of nowhere made the prospect of being without her best friend even more depressing. Rory sensed someone sitting down beside her, and shifted over a little closer to the window to give the person a bit more room.
"Maybe you should shift a little the other way", said a familiar cocky voice in Rory's ear. Rory looked over and was met with Tristan's smirking face, "I know you secretly wish to be close to me!"
"Tristan I wouldn't want to get close to you if I had hypothermia and my life depended on it. Go and sit somewhere else" Rory replied coldly.
"Well, you might want to get you used to it Mary, I have a feeling we are going to be spending a lot of time together on this trip" Tristan replied, tapping his nose knowingly.
Rory groaned and turned back to the window as the bus began to drive away from the Chilton grounds. Yep, Rory was definitely on her way to her worst nightmare.
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Ok, the chapter has come to an end, and you know what you must do! It's time to click the little blue button and review, review, review!!
A Trory by Leela
Pairing: R/T as if I'd write anything else! Rating: PG13 Disclaimer: I own nothing of Gilmore Girls, I have no money, plz don't sue me! Author's note: Ok, so I'm back with a new story. For those of you that have been reading my other fic, A kiss, a blush, a smirk, a love, don't worry, I will complete it...eventually! I just need to take some time away from it, and I had this little idea for a new fic, so I thought I'd give it a bit of a go. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter one
Rory stared blankly at the note she held in her hand. The Chilton letterhead was printed at the top, immediately signaling to Rory that she would more than likely dislike the contents of the remaining letter. As she continued to read it, the frown etched across her face grew deeper and deeper with dread. Rory finished reading the main section of the letter before coming across a line written in bold that froze her insides. She let out a groan, for it read 'compulsory, all students to attend'.
Rory scrunched up the letter and stuffed it into her bag. She started to think up reasons as to why she couldn't go. Her grandfather was sick in hospital. No, that wouldn't work; her grandparents were friends with principal Charleston and his wife. Her mom was having a heart transplant. No, too many questions would be asked. She was allergic to nature and the wilderness. That would definitely fall under the unbelievable category. Rory let out another frustrated groan. Nothing, there was nothing she could do to get out of it. The bell rang, causing Rory to quickly jump out of her seat, grab her bag, and head towards the bus. The sooner she got out of Hell the better.
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Rory ran up the driveway, jumping over the lawn mower that for some reason lay out in the middle of the yard. She bounded up the front steps and crashed through the door.
"Mom! Mom!" Rory yelled hysterically, as she dumped her bag in the foyer, books, pens and paper spilling out everywhere.
"What! What's wrong? What's happened? Are you hurt? Do I need to kick someone's ass?" Replied Lorelai running out of the kitchen frantically whilst attempting to administer a band aid to her index finger.
"Yes, you do, the evil, conniving henchman of Chilton", Rory said seriously, "And why do you need a band aid? What's Morris doing sitting in the front of the yard?"
"He bit me", Lorelai replied pouting.
"He bit you? Why would he bite you? He's never shown any hostility towards us before?"
"Well I guess we misjudged his personality because he's mean and nasty".
"Mom...what did you do? Were you trying to mow the lawn?" Rory asked sternly.
"No...I just thought I'd take him... for a walk", Lorelai replied weakly.
"You were trying to mow the lawn. You were trying to be domestic", Rory said, pointing a stern finger at her mother.
"Ok", Lorelai replied defeated, "I thought I'd try and become more self- sufficient, one of those 'Jane of all trades', woman that can do any form of domestic or menial work".
"Mom, you know that you aren't, and never will be one of those women, I'm sorry" Rory said, patting Lorelai on the back. "Just call Pete. Morris likes him enough not to bite him, ok?"
"Yeah, ok. So..." Lorelai began to say, cheering up, "Why do I have to kick the Chilton Henchman's ass?"
"This is why", Rory said, thrusting the letter she had received in class into her mother's hand.
Lorelai read through the letter carefully before looking back to Rory, a smile shining across her face,
"Mom, your smiling" Rory said dumbfounded.
"I know", replied Lorelai matterofactly.
"Chilton want to dump me, your only daughter, your own flesh and blood, in the middle of the woods, to sleep in an old wooden cabin and force me to sing koom-by-ahh around the campfire, and you're smiling! Are you insane? Has your detour down Domestic Lane made you completely crazy? Maybe you lost more blood than you thought, perhaps we should take you to the hospital, they can give you a transfusion of outrage."
"Come on sweety, you'll have fun! I wish I'd gotten to go camping. Now you can go, and I can live through you!"
"Or, maybe you could go in my place!" Rory said hopefully, "We have the same name, so it'll be marked off on the roll that I'm there, even though I'm not!"
"Honey, I think they'll be able to tell the difference between the older and the younger Lorelai Gilmore. I may look astonishly young, but even I couldn't look 16." Lorelai said modestly.
"Yeah, I know" Rory said glumly as she sat herself down on the couch.
Lorelai sat down beside her, "Just go, you might even find that you'll enjoy yourself, and you never know what you could learn". Rory looked at Lorelai doubtfully. "Besides, one of us needs to know how to keep us alive in Indiana Jane and the Quest for the Coffee Holy Grail!"
"Ooo, I think I know where I can find that!" Rory said cheering up.
"You do! How?"
"Well, provided you can save yourself from getting attacked by Morris, and any other form of gardening tool and inanimate object, I think we might just be able to make it to Luke's!"
"Honey, if we have to blow up Morris with a hand grenade, we'll make it to Luke's!" Lorelai replied as they both grabbed their coats and raced out the door.
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The following week flew by way too quickly for Rory's liking. No matter how much her mother had encouraged her that the school trip would be fun and exciting, Rory just couldn't help but look towards Monday with resounding doom. What was worse was the fact that they were leaving Chilton bright an early at exactly 6am, a time that didn't register in the Gilmore house.
Rory sat in the lounge room, her large and overstuffed pack sitting on the floor at her feet while Lorelai ran around the house finding clothes to wear and trying to make coffee. Finally she ran out of the kitchen and dumped four coffee thermos's in Rory's lamp.
"For the bus trip. Hopefully by the time you get there the caffeine will have effectively woken you up and you can begin to enjoy yourself!" Rory looked doubtfully at her mother, but thanked her anyway. "Right then, lets hit the road!"
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Rory sat on the bus, watching as her mother drove away. She didn't know how she was going to survive the three nights and four days without her mother, and spending it with her fellow classmates in the middle of nowhere made the prospect of being without her best friend even more depressing. Rory sensed someone sitting down beside her, and shifted over a little closer to the window to give the person a bit more room.
"Maybe you should shift a little the other way", said a familiar cocky voice in Rory's ear. Rory looked over and was met with Tristan's smirking face, "I know you secretly wish to be close to me!"
"Tristan I wouldn't want to get close to you if I had hypothermia and my life depended on it. Go and sit somewhere else" Rory replied coldly.
"Well, you might want to get you used to it Mary, I have a feeling we are going to be spending a lot of time together on this trip" Tristan replied, tapping his nose knowingly.
Rory groaned and turned back to the window as the bus began to drive away from the Chilton grounds. Yep, Rory was definitely on her way to her worst nightmare.
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Ok, the chapter has come to an end, and you know what you must do! It's time to click the little blue button and review, review, review!!