A/N: Here it is... the final part to my large and rambling storyish creature. This one will probably take one helluvalong time for me to actually finish. There are a lot of things that need to be tweaked and changed. I already have a decent amount of the chapters done, but none of them are in order. So expect a random season four here and there. ALSO! There will be multiple scenes for a few different episodes. If this is the case, it will be written as an undernote.

Season Three - Part Two

A Deep Fried Korean Wedding - Rory's POV

That'll Do Pig

i) Scene One - Rory's POV

ii) Scene Two - Jess's POV

Lorelai Out of Water - Rory's POV

Dear Emily and Richard - Jess's POV

Swan Song - Rory's POV

Face Off - Jess's POV

A Tale of Poes and Fire - Rory's POV

Happy Birthday, Baby - Jess's POV

Keg! Max! - Jess's POV

Say Goodnight, Gracie - Rory's POV

Here Comes the Son - Jess's POV

Those Are Strings, Pinocchio - Rory's POV

Season Four

Nag Hammadi Is Where They Found the Gnostic Gospel - Jess's POV

Last Week's Fights, This Week's Tights - Rory's POV

Season Six

Let Me Hear Your Balalaikas Ringing Out - Rory's POV

The Real Paul Anka - Rory's POV

A/N: Yeah... lots of stories to be written here. Please note that POV's can and probably will change with time and with my muse. ALSO note, that I have NOT as in I DON'T know anything about anything after season three. I refuse to watch any scenes that don't have Jess in them, they do not exist. This means that I know little to nothing about the plot after 'Those Are Strings, Pinocchio', and I also refuse to acknowledge that anything after the first half an hour of 'Keg! Max!' exists, which doesn't help with the whole plot issue. Everything I'm writing, I'm writing for the hell of it. If I do something OOC, something out of plot, out of anything, blame it on that. Thanks - Bligy.

Will Never Change

Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving, 3x09 Rewrite

IC Chapter

Rated K+

Rory grinned at Jess, who was gaping at her in shock. "Later," she chirped, letting him go and rushing into the diner. The grin didn't abate when she stepped inside, and she looked out to see him hesitate, and the smile disappeared from his face. Frowning, she watched him as he started walking again.

"I'll be one second," she informed her mother and Luke, who were paying her no attention anyway.

Swiftly, she made her way into the back alley, propping open the door with a piece of trash, and then crept through the shadows to where the garbage cans were and where voices were ringing out. At first she thought that she was seeing a Jess-induced fight, but after a few more taunts, she realized that it wasn't Jess who was the aggressor. Dean was the one who was attempting to get this fight off the ground, and for some reason, that hurt her worse. It wasn't because Dean was the ever-perfect vision, but because she'd thought that it was Jess first. She bit her lip to keep from saying anything in her boyfriend's defense and kept watching, hoping that a full-fledged fight wouldn't break out.

As she watched Dean using his height to intimidate Jess, and then the obvious threat, she stepped out into the darkness. Jess threw the garbage bag into the dumpster with more force than was needed and turned in frustration.

"Hey," she said quietly, walking into the streetlights.

"Hey," he replied, attempting to smile, but there was a shadow around his eyes. "How long were you there?"

"Long enough," she shrugged and stepped into his bubble.

"Look…" he sighed, but couldn't think of any way to excuse it.

"It's okay, he was being an ass," she assured him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Yeah?" he asked, as if not sure that she would be giving up her dreams of a 'perfect' boyfriend that Dean was. She knew that her visions of her ex-boyfriend were practically perfect. He'd always been doting, accepting, forgiving and sweet, but he'd had a dark side that had scared her more often than not, especially when it came out around Jess.

"Yeah," she nodded and they kissed softly in the night, just a bare brush of lips before she pulled him against her firmly. "I'm sorry that he's like that, I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Nah, it's okay. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself," he whispered into her hair, rubbing his hands up and down her back. "So… hungry?"

She pulled back enough to glare at him, breaking the Dean-induced tension. "No, but I could go for a cup of coffee," she chirped, and he rolled his eyes, hooking an arm over her shoulder.

"Coffee, huh?" he repeated, smirking down at her.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as they were nearing the diner.

"For what?" he questioned, his focus obviously somewhere else.

"You were right…" she informed him carefully.

"About what?" he continued, and she saw his eyes flicker to her. She had his focus again.

"About the fighting," she admitted guiltily.

"Ah," he sighed, but didn't take his arm from around her.

"I should trust you not to fight Dean," she attempted to assure them both.

"I wouldn't trust me either," he said lightly, and let his arm around her shoulder go in favor of opening the diner and letting them in.

"Hey… where did you disappear to?" Lorelai asked, looking at Rory and then towards the back where her daughter had originally disappeared.

"I, uh… went to go help Jess with the garbage?" Rory suggested weakly.

"Aww, you two went outside to kiss!" Lorelai sing-songed, and then proceeded to go on taunting them until Jess gave up and went upstairs to sleep. Rory smiled after him, but she couldn't help but feeling guilty about her admission, and his agreement with it.