Title:
It's Never Too Late for Second ChancesAuthor:
SarahE-mail:
sajo_morningstar@angelfire.comRating:
PG-13Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters or anything else for that matter. The idea came out of my head so if it looks like another story sorry.Summary:
An unexpected encounter opens up a whole new can of worms for one of our favorite Gilmore GirlsCategory:
?/?Authors Notes:
some of the last names may be different or wrong, if so it's just because I didn't know the right one and made up one. This takes place in the year 2019 or 16 years after Rory graduated from high school. In those 16 years she went to Harvard and med. School and is a Dr. and the name Lorly is pronounced Lor(like lord with out the d)lee. NOT to be confused with Lorelai*^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^*
"MOM! WE"RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Lorly Gilmore yelled up the stairs at her mom. It was here first day at a new school and she refused to be late.
"Hey now I've been ready! It's your grandmother that's running late!" Rory Gilmore said defensively as she came down stairs, purse keys and jacket in hand. "And besides you have and hour and a half till the first bell rings. It only takes 30 minutes to get there and 30 after that to get you registered and to class. I know you want to make a good impression but this is a little drastic." She reassured her daughter with a hug as she headed for the door.
"NANI! COME ON!" Lorly yelled again.
"I'm here… and looking fabulous!" Lorelai said as she turned a circle for them to admire.
"Very nice now lets GO!" Lorly said as she pulled her mother and grandmother out the door.
Thirty minutes later they pulled up in front of a frighteningly old school adorned with gargoyles. "We're here. Please remain seated till the vehicle comes to a complete stop and the fasten seat belts sing is turned off. Thank you for ridding with Gilmore chauffeuring services." Rory said as she parked the jeep. She couldn't help but laugh at her daughter's initial reaction to Chilton. It was the same as her mother's had been. She was craning her neck to see if there was a hunchback in the bell tower. "Let's go." She said getting out of the car. "Tell me again why you're here mom." She said as she led the way in side.
"I just wanted to let them know they have a Gilmore among them." Lorelai replied trying to sound like her mother. "Just kidding. I told you I'm here because I screwed up bringing you on your first day and I wanted to make up for it by coming the right way for Lorly."
"Oh right…now I remember!"
Later that morning after meeting the Dean from hell and the office staff that were in close second place Lorly was headed for her class. She had English first then German-2, Calculus, History, Photography and Soccer. For some reason se knew the day was off to a bad start when she couldn't find her locker and when she finally did find it she couldn't open it. By the time she got it open she was late for first period. When she walked through the door the entire class stared at her.
"You must be out new student. I'm Mrs. Myers." The teacher said breaking the uncomfortable silence her entrance had caused. "Let see… class, this is Lorelai Gilmore she will be joining us from now on."
"It's Lorly. Please." She whispered softer than she had intended.
"Excuse me? Speak up please, no need to be shy." Mrs. Myers told her in a truly comforting tone.
"I go by Lorly." She said louder.
"All right then, Lorly why don't you go sit by Dawn. Dawn please raise you hand. You can look on with her until we get you your own books."
Lorly went and sat next to Dawn and started to feel more comfortable, except for the constant feeling that come one was staring at her.
"Hi, I'm Dawn Lewis." Dawn whispered extending her hand to Lorly. "If you need any help finding your way around just let me know. I know this place like the back of my hand. My mom made sure of that!"
"Thanks, I appreciate that." Lorly replied in a whisper. "My mom went to school here so she showed me around a little earlier."
"My mom went here too! When did your mom gradu…"
"Ladies please, I understand that it's exciting to have a new student, but please wait till after class." Mrs. Myers scolded, and then went back to the lesson. The rest of the morning went much the same. She had all the same classes as Dawn and by lunch they were anxious to be able to talk about anything but schoolwork.
"So when did you say your mom graduated?" Dawn asked again, this time getting the whole question out.
"2003, she was valedictorian." Lorly told her proudly. But she felt uncomfortable when Dawn almost choked on her food. "What? What's wrong?"
"Is your mom Rory Gilmore?" Dawn asked after swallowing her food.
"Yea. Why?"
"My mom knew her. She said that she was the only Chiltonite she ever felt she really become friends with. But when your mom tried to set my mom up with the guy she liked mom swore she'd never speak to your mom again and that she would make her life hell. Even after she got over it she was too proud to try and become friends or even be nice." Dawn explained
"So your mom must be Paris." Lorly replied. "I've heard some stories."
"Like what?" Dawn asked as the bell rang.
"I'll tell you more tomorrow. I gotta get to class.
After lunch the day went by quickly. Before she new it, it was last period. Soccer. Her mother and Nani claimed she got her athletic talent from her father because they obviously had no athletic talent what so ever. She just took they're word on since she'd never met him. Or even seen him or even heard his name for that matter. It was like he didn't even exist. She had always wondered but never had the courage to ask, even the mention of him made her mom shutdown and cry. I guess It's better that was. At least I don't know what I'm missing. And there's less pain in that. As she approached the soccer field she saw a tall man with floppy hair blowing a whistle while the team ran "killers." When she got close enough the coach saw her and stopped blowing the whistle and told the team to take a break. "Good after-noon. You must be the new girl. I'm Coach Thompson "
"Yea I didn't dress out because they told me you'd give me a uniform." Lorly said as she handed him her schedule.
"That's fine you can just watch for today. But be ready for a work out tomorrow. Lets see. Team we have a new player…" he stopped to read the name "Lore…HUH! Oh um Lorelai Gilmore." Holy shit! It can't just be coincidence.
"Lorly."
"What?" he asked coming back to reality?
"Call me Lorly. That's what I go by."
"Uh ok. Team, go a head and start scrimmaging" He told the team as he lead Lorly to the side of the field.
"So why do you go by Lorly?" He asked, not knowing what answer he hoped for.
"Well other wise it get too confusing. See, my mom, grandmother and great-great-grandmother are all named Lorelai as well. But only my grandmother and great-great-grandmother go by Lorelai." She liked this coach she didn't know why, but she did. She felt like she knew him.
"What does your mother go by." He asked, but already knowing the answer.
"She goes by Rory."
"So what it must confuse the heck out of your dad to have all these Lorelai's?" He asked without meaning to. If this was His Rory's daughter he didn't care or want to hear about her dad, which was probably also Rory's husband. That would mean that Rory really had forgotten about him, not just lost contact with him
"Um I don't know I've never met him."
"Oh I'm sorry." He told her honestly. "Do you by any chance live in Star's Hallow?" he asked casually.
"Yea we do actually. Why?"
"I used to live there and I knew a girl named Rory Gilmore. But that was a long, long time ago. Why don't you go ahead and sit down on the bleaches for now. We'll test your skill tomorrow."
Lorly sat on the bleachers and thought about the coach. She had gotten a strange feeling she had talking to him. Like she knew him and he knew her. Then there was the way he stuttered and looked shocked when he read her name, like it was one he'd seen before. And his eyes…they were just like her blue-green eyes. Her eyes were nothing like her mom's. Her mom had always told her they were an exact copy of her dad's. She planned to keep an eye on this Coach Thompson. There was definitely more to him than met the eye.