Title: Cry of Emotion
By: Chris (ChristineCS) and
Kait (katem-23)
Chapter: One
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: Alas, Kait and I have yet to conquer the deeds to GG. However, Kait does own everyone from emotionless, while I own everyone from When She Cries.
Summary: Lola- the product of Tristan and Rory's failed marriage. Atticus- son of Rory and Jess left behind by his father. This is the When She Cries/Emotionless X-over. Somehow, Lola's in Atticus' world, and some craziness ensues.
Chris's Note: Yes, this is confusing.
*
The strange girl with his mother's eyes was still there. Atticus didn't want her there, and he didn't trust her. Who would trust a stranger who claimed to be their mother's child, except seven years in the future and a whole different dimension of being? Just thinking of it was enough to make his head pound.
His grandmother was just a little more open about her headache, than he was. Lorelai was walking around the kitchen, rubbing her temples with her fingers and muttering. She wasn't exactly being much of a help. While the girl just looked kind of bored. Maybe they were related, in some odd cosmic way, after all.
This girl. This girl that reminded him so much of someone he knew. Someone with the same eyes. Only, she had his mother's eyes so how the eyes could belong to anyone else was…impossible.
And how could she be his mother's daughter? Same Rory, different story? This was getting way too weird. The obscurity of it all was getting to be the infuriating part, because instead of actually dealing with this…girl, he was thinking about the fact that she had Dominique's eyes.
Lola officially knew how it felt to be Thalia Haze, with everyone looking at you like you were some sort of freak. Which, she probably was with whole defying the space-time continuum. Christopher Lloyd would be so proud. The boy was staring at her. Still. It was disconcerting. Really. He needed to say something. She would, but then again the weirdness had yet to wear off.
He had to say something to her. He couldn't just sit here like an idiot. Well, he could, but now Lorelai was beginning to stare and the girl – who looked as much out of place in Stars Hollow as he – was starting to look a tad uncomfortable. Not that she would ever admit it.
He knew girls like her. He'd had girls like her, although upon reflection he realized that having her was probably not an option considering a) she was technically 7 years his junior, and b) they had the same mother. So now that that was out of the question what was left? Friends, or worse – siblings.
Awkwardness at the Gilmore household. Gee, how different things were in this world. Lola had the urge to say something, or worse, the juvenile urge to bite her thumbnail. A disgusting habit she had kicked at the age of eight. No need to regress now.
This wasn't right. No, something was seriously off. An entire life spent with one family member. Just a mother. No male father figure, no siblings. And then a father appears. As if beckoned.
And from some other place, dimension, whatever a girl shows up. And she's his sister. Or something of that sort.
He was going around in circles trying to get this through his head. "Who is your father?" he asked incredulously, his eyes widening. He hadn't been aware he was going to speak.
Lola would have started, if she hadn't had the training she had in matters of staying calm. But his question still surprised her. "Tristan DuGrey." She blinked. This was still weird, she wondered if it would ever stop.
"Tristan DuGrey?" he sputtered out the words and his eyes widened more then they had been before. "You're related to Dominique?" He internally hit himself, she wouldn't know who Dominique was. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was here now. Although he couldn't help but wonder why she was here, and for how long.
Sure, go and befuddle the poor, alternate universe girl even more. Thanks, big brother. "I'd say whether or not I was if I knew who Dominique was." She looked him up and down. "Who's your father? Jess Mariano?"
"I guess if a sperm donor is what you would consider a father." he paused. "Oh and Dominique is...well...don't worry about her just yet." He sized her up from head to foot, "I'm sure you'd get along just fine though."
Oh, so that meant she was a bitch and a slut. "And I guess I should trust your judgment then, big brother."
"Are you always this trite, or do I just have that effect on you? You can lay of the sisterly love for now it's really beginning to make me feel nauseous."
Who the hell did this girl think she was anyway? Whatever it was, Atticus suddenly realized that everything he had ever heard about siblings was true - they suck.
It didn't take much to get under his skin. Pity. But it could still provide a source of amusement while she was stuck here. Wherever here was.
"Forgive me, but I don't know what to call you when you haven't told me your name." Lola's expression was one of pure innocence. Widened eyes and all.
Innocent. Yeah fucking right. Nice try. She must have thought he was a lot more naive then he was. Although he was sure that his next reply would go over well.
"Atticus."
Lola snorted, it was unladylike, but hell she was in an alternate reality. "Atticus. Latin, meaning 'From Attica'. Also used in Harper Lee's To Kill A Mocking Bird. Or English meaning 'father-like'. Also, associated with all that's good and well." She leaned back in her chair. "Is our mother truly so delusional? Or is it just the after effects of labor?"
"Well upon the occurrence that I had been female and now realizing that I too could have been named 'Lorelai' I am rather thankful that I at least got the nickname from the superior author. Lo-la"
Let her sit on that. He had great respect for Nabokov, but he liked Dickens just as well. In his mind he knew that they were incomparable in the same way that no two people were easily comparable, he really just wanted to see if he could make this girl show some sort of passion.
Lola looked up at him, "And what would that be? It's certainly not from the Harper Lee novel." Not that it mattered, since there was no such thing as a superior author to Nabokov.
"Dodger. As in Dickens, one of the most quotable men alive." He rolled his eyes, this would be a more fruitless battle then the ones he had with is mother over Cristiane Amanapour.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that Stars Hollow carried such strong hallucinogens that would ever make Dickens seem like a good author." Clearly his inferior tastes in books came from his father. Which had to mean Dallie and Aggie got their good taste in books from Paris. Oy, this was headache inducing.
This time he snorted, "You think they came from Stars Hollow?" he looked up and suddenly realized that Lorelai was sitting at the table, although she appeared to be in what could have been a catatonic state.
"Do you feel so strongly about everything or just books? Because I never said that Dickens was my favorite author, and I never said that I didn't like Nabokov. You made those assumptions yourself, and you better be careful Lola, you know where assuming things gets you."
"To the point where I become you?" She asked before leaning forward and lowering her voice. "About those drugs, are you on them right now? Cause you're seeming a little on the paranoid side, Atty."
He smiled "No, actually I'm going into withdrawal but it has nothing to do with drugs. Well, it does, but in this case I'm talking about leggy blonds."
Suddenly realizing that his sister was a leggy blond he pushed back his chair, deciding to switch the subject subtly. "But come on sister dear. Do share, because you also seem to look like you're a little on the edgy side as well. Or maybe you're just totally loopy and this is some fantasy world you created in your head, Lo."
"Then I'd be very disappointed that my schizophrenic hallucinations included you and another version of my maternal grandmother." Psychology. Aggie would be proud. And leggy blondes? She could bet there was a story behind that. Just as much as she could bet that she truly did not care. "And what do you want me to share? This little schizophrenic illusion of mine? Or were you going to go all Freud on me and ask about my childhood?"
"Sorry to disappoint but I don't do Freud. In fact, I'm not normally one to talk. So perhaps you should just go away before I decide to become a curator. As for your childhood, I could care less. I'm sure that our childhoods were about as different as is actually possible for two people born to the same mother."
This girl was Dominique. Well, excluding the simple fact that he couldn't fuck her when he got frustrated.
All of Atticus's circumlocution was reminding her of Dallie. Either you were asking something or you weren't. "But, dear brother, wherever would I go?"
To hell, was his first thought but he shook it off. Perhaps he should welcome her into his arms, be a good big brother.
Or not.
"Well, you could try back to wherever the hell you came from. What are you planning on doing? Staying here?"
Lola wondered for half a second if he'd buy the little lost girl broken down into tears routine. No, he would see through that. However. "Well, I guess I could try that Dominique person. I mean you said we were related, right? And that we'd get along."
He could do nothing but blink at her. He was scared that if he opened his mouth it would fall through the floor.
"You want to go see Dominique?" Why the hell did he have to mention her anyways? This was going to be fun.
She shrugged. If it was in some way, shape or form going to end up irritating him- she was for it. "Sure. It's not like I have anything more important to do." Except go back to her own reality. But hell, neither of them really seemed like the scientific type.
He sensed that she could tell that the Dominique situation bothered him. But what could he do about it now other than try to convince her that the reality was anything but. Not that that was true.
And once again, he had confused himself.
"Fine. Let's go, she lives in Hartford, I'm sure you're familiar with it?" He stood up and waited for a response.
"I know it like the back of my own hand." Lola stood up as well. If he wanted to do this, who was she to stand in the way? She was only along for the amusement.
She was on board? He thought she was just joking around.
But if she really wanted to do this, he would do it. She was just trying to play with him, and Atticus had never been anyone's toy.
"You're awful anxious to see this Dominique person, aren't you?" Lola couldn't resist pointing out. He seemed to have the Dallie effect on her, which meant, the urge to annoy them as much as possible.
He glared at her and very maturely, rolled his eyes. With a Luke-like grunt he muttered, "Let's go" and started leaving the kitchen, heading towards the door.
*
"Here we are." Atticus didn't look uncomfortable but he certainly felt it. He also felt Lola's eyes staring at the side of his face as he stood casually outside a very large Hartford residence. And by residence, he meant mansion.
Lola looked at the house. It was her grandparent's house. Lovely. "So glad I got the better deal in my reality."
He snapped out of his thoughts and glared at her, "What's that supposed to mean?" Before she could answer someone yanked open the door, causing the two of them to whip their heads in that direction.
She had meant that she didn't have to live with her grandparents in her reality, but it could also be interpreted that she also got to live in the bigger house. But that's as far as her thinking process went as the door opened. The door opened by her father. Tristan DuGrey. Who wasn't her father in this reality. It was enough to make her step instinctively back and behind Atticus. Wow. She hadn't done that since she was three and she'd hide behind her father's leg when Grandmother came.
Her face was stark and she had stepped behind him. This was not the girl that he had known before. This was...someone else. In the brief time that he had known Lola DuGrey he had known her to be anything but scared.
And then the pieces fit together. This was her father, and he only recognized Atticus. He gave him a half-smile, "Is Dominique around?"
Her brother was an ass. This was something Lola already knew, but it was a reminder that she had many other things to throw in his face. Including his jock-half-brother in her reality.
Atticus. Rory's son. Right. The girl with him, however, was one Tristan had never seen before. She was familiar looking in an odd sort of way. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, she almost looked like she could be related to him and Dominique. "Yeah, I'll go get her."
He turned around and smirked, "So does he look younger?" There was absolutely no way that Atticus wasn't going to take every shot at her while she was down. He was here after all, so he knew she must be some kind of bitch.
She snapped out of it, just to glare at Atticus. Really. "Hmm. That solves the mystery of why Uncle Jess would stick around for one offspring and not the other."
If he was a girl that might have given him reason to cry. But he wasn't a girl so instead he deadpanned back, completely unfazed by what she had just said. "So Jess actually stayed around for his kids in your world? Wow, who would have ever guessed." He shrugged, his eyes glancing inside the door for signs of Dominique.
"All three of them." Was it wrong to be smug about someone else's pain? And had that ever stopped her before?
His eyes involuntarily widened. Shit, because she didn't already have enough to feed off of. "I'm sure none of them were half as much trouble as me. I don't completely blame him." He shifted his gaze once again and became acutely aware of someone moving towards the door. Here's where the fun began.
The three of them had their moments. Three versus one, as well, so you know what's going to win out there. And Lola would have continued to rub salt in the wound, had someone else not entered the room.
"Atticus." Dominique always made his name into a statement, he wasn't quite sure how she did that, and perhaps it was some sort of habit she'd picked up from her brother. He watched as her gaze flickered from him, to the blond standing beside him.
"Bring me a friend?"
Dominique reminded her of Venus. The cat, not the Goddess. Other than that, Lola could feel the sexual currents buzzing through the room. Well, life just got more interesting by the minute. She wondered absently what would happen if she brought Atticus to over to Dallie. He'd probably accuse her of sleeping with Atticus. Eww.
"Not quite."
Dominique looked puzzled, "Then who? A latest conquest, come here to make
me jealous Atticus?"
He shuddered. Ew. "A common relation, actually."
Dominique had been tolerant throughout this somewhat strange encounter. But when he said that she actually became more interested. This girl - whoever she was - seemed familiar to her. They had the same eyes, and she seemed to carry the same attitude. She paused, and readjusted a strand of hair "Whatever do you mean?"
Lola resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Spielberg movies moved faster than this conversation. Seriously. "Are you always this annoying evasive, Atty?"
"Shut up Lo." He glared at her.
"Dominique, I'd like you to meet your niece, and my half-sister, Lola. And
no, before you ask, we're not related so we have not committed any incestuous
acts thus far." he eyed her suspiciously, "At least, I haven't."
He glared back at Lola, "Are you giddy now?"
"Positively."
This was absolutely ludicrous. Dominique was no one's aunt. Certainly not this girl's considering she was the same age as her. And Tristan hadn't knocked up Rory while they were teenagers - she was too busy letting Jess do that.
"And in what dimension would all of this be true?"
Hers. "You're giving me a headache." This was directed at Atticus. Really. Science and dimensions. There was a reason she never read anything form the Sci-Fi genre.
"And what? You think I get this?" Atticus threw back at Lola. This was positively infuriating. "Dom, can Lola please stay here. You two would get along," he paused and glared at her, "I'm sure."
So this Lola character was obviously a bitch and a slut. Nice insight there Atticus. "Perhaps. Tristan's here but he's never a bother. Father and Mother are ...away, so I'm sure it wont be a hassle. How long are you here for?" Dominique was slightly confused at what the hell was happening, but anyone who claimed to be related to her and was near her age would peak her interest.
If she were several years younger, she would have cuffed Atticus. Well, someone needed to smack him. And if it weren't so beneath Lola she would have been the first to volunteer. Instead, she focused on Dominique's question. "We're not exactly sure yet."
He gave her an overly enthusiastic smile, "Well, I'll let you get settled in and I'll check on you in the morning. You girls have fun now." the smile dropped and he turned around.
"Leaving Atticus? I thought you might want to stay. While Lola gets settled I thought we could...play."
Oh, someone gag Lola with a spoon please. "Oh, don't let me cut into your recess, Atty." She needed sleep. Maybe she'd wake up in her world again.
"No time for play time. Maybe later Dominique, like after we find a way to get Lola home." He wasn't serious , although he definitely wasn't laughing. Or even smiling. "And you," he said pointedly to Lola, "Maybe you should ...sleep or something. I'm getting out of here." He turned away "Oh, and Dominique I'd keep your brother far away from her."
Before either girl could speak he was out the door and they were left standing in the foyer. Dominique shook her head and began walking up the stairs, "He's just like his father."
To Be Continued…
