Disclaimer: Neither Veronica Mars or Gilmore Girls belongs to me, I am merley playing with the characters when I should be doing my homework.
Prologue
Star shaped lanterns, the stench of alcohol expensive perfume. People everywhere laughing, dancing, rubbing against each other. My vision starts to blur and the people begin to spin as if they are twisting in some strange type of waltz. Stumbling, I find a lawn chair and collapse into it as the rest of the world continues to spin around me. There is nothing I can do to stop it. My eyes close and the glow of the star shaped lanterns are the last thing I remember.
Part One: Rory
"Damn!"
Kyle yells as Shelly's quarter sinks into his cup and she points at him to drink again. He's already both wasted and stoned, a process I've been watching for the last hour since my boyfriend; who for the record begged me to come, disappeared minutes after getting here.
People all around me are dancing and drinking without a care in the world, it must be nice to have so much money that you can just party like this whenever, as this particular Hartford set consisting of the richest in Connecticut do. I suppose I should get used to it, these are going to be my future class mates because as of the beginning of the year I'm going to Chilton Academy with all these rich kids, not because I'm rich, not by a long shot. My grandparents are paying for it, they're really the reason I managed to get in, I'm smart and all but I think it was the Gilmore name that finally sealed it.
I glance at my watch noting that it's well passed eleven, I'm supposed to be home in thirty minutes and there is no sign of Dean anywhere. Sighing I get up and start looking for him, maybe he and his friends started talking about basketball and lost track of time. I squeeze by Dick Casablancas who is making out with his girlfriend in the doorway and make it into the house.
There's a pool game going on, more drinking, and some bikers in the corner playing poker. I'm not sure how Weevil and his gang managed to crash this party but no one seems to be kicking them out yet, likely because they're too drunk to notice.
I make my way past the extremely long bathroom line and into the foyer still finding no sign of Dean, I glance up the stairs, which are dark, but there's people coming up and down them so it's worth a shot. Upstairs is clearly where the bongs are located because as I reach the top step that's about all I can smell.
"Rory!" Lindsay Lister, a girl I know from school is sitting on top of one of the end tables, one that is probably going to give out under her weight (however slight that is), any moment, taking with it her and all the glass knickknacks she must have shoved aside.
"Lindsay? Have you seen Dean?" I ask.
She puffs out a wisp of smoke and nods. "Yeah, he left like and hour ago, with like Todd and Cody? Was it Cody?" She giggles. "I don't even remember." She seems to find this hilariously funny because she begins to laugh hysterically. "He definitely left though, they had some sort of like…thing…I think they like went for pizza." She takes another puff off the bong and holds it out to me; "You want one?"
I shake my head. "Thanks Lindsay, I've gotta go."
"You didn't like come with Dean did you? Cause that would like totally like suck…majorly."
I give her a weak smile and head back downstairs. Great, so my boyfriend has ditched me, how nice of him to drag me to a party that I had no interest in going to and leave me here, that's just so freaking considerate of him.
I'm so livid as I storm into the foyer, trying to think of how the hell I'm going to get home, I walk straight into someone. No just a bump either, I walk into them so hard that I can feel my teeth clank together and a slight pain in my elbow where I think I might have been hit.
"Oomph, sorry." I say looking to see who I've hit. There's a girl on the ground in front of me that I must have completely knocked down. "I'm so sorry let me help you." I hold out a hand but she doesn't seem to be moving. "Shit," I mutter under my breath, she's probably drunk and me knocking into her put her completely off balance. I kneel down closer to her and realize who she is. Veronica Mars. We used to be friends. When we were younger, she lived in Star's Hollow until we were eight and her Dad got promoted to police chief, I see her occasionally at my grandparents functions but we're not really much of friends anymore.
"Veronica?" I ask. She doesn't respond. It's then I start to notice things, her dress is ripped and stained with what is either lipstick or blood and her mascara has run down her face. "Veronica?" I ask again, more urgently this time and shake her a little bit. Her eyes open but they're glazed and distant. "Veronica? It's me Rory Gilmore." She nods slightly and mumbles something. "Veronica!"
"I think I've been raped." She says exhaustedly. Her eyes are still a bit glazed but she seems to be recovering power of her limbs.
"What!"
"I had one drink and the last thing I remember is collapsing on a pool chair. It hurts Rory!" She buries her head in her hands.
I'm entirely unsure of what to do, "Collapsing on a pool chair, is that the last thing you remember Veronica?"
"Other than waking up in the guest room missing my underwear, and coming out here and running into you, yes it is."
I look around trying to find someone who I think can help us, but there's nothing, not a single friendly face, not one person I know.
"I'm going to see if I can find some help, can you wait here?"
She nods and I head towards the back part of the house, I've seriously missed my curfew but at this point it hardly matters anymore, Mom's probably at the inn anyway. The rec room is as I left it, there's a bunch of what we call the '09ers, the rich Hartford kids, playing pool, a couple of people by the bar and the bikers still at their poker game, they've added one to their numbers though. A smirking one with gelled hair and a book sticking out of his back pocket.
I wouldn't exactly say that Jess Mariano is a biker, a bad boy, yes, and he does hang out with the bikers, but he hasn't got a motorcycle and that therefore does not make him the guy my mother warned me about. He is also going to very soon be my step cousin. Technically anyway. My Mom is going to marry his Uncle Luke, who has always been like a father to me (mine stopped visiting when I was about twelve), and that means they're both moving in with us.
Jess throws down his hand and takes the pot, smirking at Weevil who is looking slightly scorned. As uncomfortable as Weevil makes me sometimes, I march up to the table and tap Jess on the shoulder, to say the least he looks a little surprised to see me here.
"Rory? What the hell?"
"Ahhh Mary, just the girl we were looking for." Weevil looks slightly less morose. "Tell your big bro here to stop taking my money."
"He's not my-"
"Brother." Jess finishes for me. We both really hate it when people call us that, and Weevil knows that apparently because he smirks.
"So what brings the virgin Mary to our little party? Hmm?" I try and fix him with my most withering stare but he just laughs.
I turn to Jess; "I need a ride." The rest of the bikers start to laugh. Jess isn't going to let me forget this one anytime soon.
"Are you drunk?"
I shake my head.
"Where's bag boy?"
"He left without me, and I ran into Veronica Mars in the hall, and she says she's been raped."
"Raped? Veronica?" Weevil snorts. "Not with that reputation."
"Do you mind?" Jess turns to Weevil who just shrugs, and starts dealing out another hand. "You in Mariano?"
I look at him with pleading eyes and he gives. "Fine. Weevil I gotta go. Felix, you better pay me back by next week." Felix nods and we leave.
"You owe me." He says as we make our way to the foyer, through the tough guy exterior I can tell he cares though, at least a little bit.
"You were winning anyway, it was better you quit while you were ahead."
"Yeah, better for Weevil."
We reach Veronica; she is sitting exactly where I left her.
"We're going to get you to the police station okay?" I tell her. "This is my friend Jess, he's going to help, okay." She nods and I help her up, the three of us making our way out the door and down the street to Jess's car.
A/N: Please tell me what you think, I know this is really out there.
