You Can't Change The Past
By Emily Carol
Ch. 1
Accidents, Pains, and Dreams
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't think I own Gilmore Girls, nope, I don't.
Summary: Future Fic. Rory's life is going along fine. Then a man from her past and the man she never stopped loving return. And so does the daughter she gave up.
Rating- PG to be on the safe side
Spoilers- Nope. Not really.
***
A perfect family. Mother, father, six-year-old daughter.
A drunk driver. His license revoked before already. Just out of jail for killing three high school girls in an accident. He's going the wrong way.
The mother reaches back to smile at the daughter and shake her awake since she just fell asleep, she doesn't see the car coming. The father tries to swerve but he isn't fast enough.
They crash.
***
26-year-old Rory Gilmore woke with a start. She sat up in her bed panting. Her heart hurt. Something had happened, but she didn't know what. 'It was probably just a dream,' She thought to herself while lying back down to go to sleep.
"Good morning!" Lorelai Gilmore bounced into her daughter's room. Rory groaned. Why had she quit that job at CNN? Why did she have to be living at home with her mother and learning to take over her inn? Rory opened her eyes slowly and saw Lorelai's short hair. 'Oh,' Rory thought. 'That's why.'
At 41 Lorelai had been a young victim of Ovarian Cancer. Rory had moved back to help her out, get things going for her. But instead she just got roped into taking over Lorelai and Sookie's Inn with the help of Sookie's 8- year-old-going-to-be-a-great-cook-like-his-mom son Jeffrey. Well not really taking it over yet, but when the time came. Like in 14 years when Jeffrey would actually be able to take over.
Rory rolled out of bed and pulled on her jeans and a sweater. Lorelai didn't protest to her wearing jeans for once.
"You look tired," Lorelai said. She was pouring coffee into a cup, Luke's coffee to be exact. Ever since cancer had settled in Luke came over every morning, most of the time before they got up, and made them coffee at their house.
"I woke up in the middle of the night last night," Rory said. "Something woke me up, and I don't know what. Something happened."
"Ooo! Did you have one of those dreams where you start falling and then you feel yourself fall onto your bed?" Lorelai said. "I hate those dreams."
"No," Rory said. "I don't think so. Well I better get going, I'll see you at the Dragonfly in about an hour?"
"Sure," Lorelai said. "Or now." Lorelai grabbed her purse and followed Rory to the car. Lorelai looked at Rory's clothes while they were driving. "You're wearing jeans."
"So?" Rory said. "I'm going to be filling in for Suzanne anyway, I'll be behind the desk most of the day."
"Fine," Lorelai said sighing.
Rory stood at the front desk. She hated this part of her job. Standing at the desk all day, taking complaints from people. Why did Suzanne have to go run off to Vegas and get married at this time? It was November for goodness sake, who gets married in November? Well Suzanne apparently.
"Excuse me," A man's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I need the list of rooms for the writers that are here for the writer's conference."
Rory looked up, "Oh," Rory said. "One second." She shuffled around all the papers on Suzanne's desk. "It will be a little more than a second, I'm filling in for the usual."
"That's quite all right," The man said. He tapped his foot annoyingly for the next minute it took Rory to find the papers.
"Here you go," Rory said. "Tell all the writers to enjoy their stay here at the Dragonfly." She smiled at him. The man turned quickly away and strode over to a group of people standing at the door.
Rory didn't pay much attention to the group until they walked past her desk. Then she heard some familiar voices. She looked up. Two men were standing a little bit away from her desk talking. She looked at them closer, the one's back was turned to her but she could see the other straight on.
'Oh God,' she whispered to herself. 'William.' Then the man talking to William turned around and they started to walk up stairs.
'Oh God, oh God,' She whispered a little louder. Then she said in a normal voice, "Jess."
"Yeah?" Jess said turning around. "Rory," he sucked in his breath and looked horrified.
"Rory?" William asked.
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A/N- I hope you all enjoyed. R&R.
By Emily Carol
Ch. 1
Accidents, Pains, and Dreams
***
Disclaimer: Nope, don't think I own Gilmore Girls, nope, I don't.
Summary: Future Fic. Rory's life is going along fine. Then a man from her past and the man she never stopped loving return. And so does the daughter she gave up.
Rating- PG to be on the safe side
Spoilers- Nope. Not really.
***
A perfect family. Mother, father, six-year-old daughter.
A drunk driver. His license revoked before already. Just out of jail for killing three high school girls in an accident. He's going the wrong way.
The mother reaches back to smile at the daughter and shake her awake since she just fell asleep, she doesn't see the car coming. The father tries to swerve but he isn't fast enough.
They crash.
***
26-year-old Rory Gilmore woke with a start. She sat up in her bed panting. Her heart hurt. Something had happened, but she didn't know what. 'It was probably just a dream,' She thought to herself while lying back down to go to sleep.
"Good morning!" Lorelai Gilmore bounced into her daughter's room. Rory groaned. Why had she quit that job at CNN? Why did she have to be living at home with her mother and learning to take over her inn? Rory opened her eyes slowly and saw Lorelai's short hair. 'Oh,' Rory thought. 'That's why.'
At 41 Lorelai had been a young victim of Ovarian Cancer. Rory had moved back to help her out, get things going for her. But instead she just got roped into taking over Lorelai and Sookie's Inn with the help of Sookie's 8- year-old-going-to-be-a-great-cook-like-his-mom son Jeffrey. Well not really taking it over yet, but when the time came. Like in 14 years when Jeffrey would actually be able to take over.
Rory rolled out of bed and pulled on her jeans and a sweater. Lorelai didn't protest to her wearing jeans for once.
"You look tired," Lorelai said. She was pouring coffee into a cup, Luke's coffee to be exact. Ever since cancer had settled in Luke came over every morning, most of the time before they got up, and made them coffee at their house.
"I woke up in the middle of the night last night," Rory said. "Something woke me up, and I don't know what. Something happened."
"Ooo! Did you have one of those dreams where you start falling and then you feel yourself fall onto your bed?" Lorelai said. "I hate those dreams."
"No," Rory said. "I don't think so. Well I better get going, I'll see you at the Dragonfly in about an hour?"
"Sure," Lorelai said. "Or now." Lorelai grabbed her purse and followed Rory to the car. Lorelai looked at Rory's clothes while they were driving. "You're wearing jeans."
"So?" Rory said. "I'm going to be filling in for Suzanne anyway, I'll be behind the desk most of the day."
"Fine," Lorelai said sighing.
Rory stood at the front desk. She hated this part of her job. Standing at the desk all day, taking complaints from people. Why did Suzanne have to go run off to Vegas and get married at this time? It was November for goodness sake, who gets married in November? Well Suzanne apparently.
"Excuse me," A man's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I need the list of rooms for the writers that are here for the writer's conference."
Rory looked up, "Oh," Rory said. "One second." She shuffled around all the papers on Suzanne's desk. "It will be a little more than a second, I'm filling in for the usual."
"That's quite all right," The man said. He tapped his foot annoyingly for the next minute it took Rory to find the papers.
"Here you go," Rory said. "Tell all the writers to enjoy their stay here at the Dragonfly." She smiled at him. The man turned quickly away and strode over to a group of people standing at the door.
Rory didn't pay much attention to the group until they walked past her desk. Then she heard some familiar voices. She looked up. Two men were standing a little bit away from her desk talking. She looked at them closer, the one's back was turned to her but she could see the other straight on.
'Oh God,' she whispered to herself. 'William.' Then the man talking to William turned around and they started to walk up stairs.
'Oh God, oh God,' She whispered a little louder. Then she said in a normal voice, "Jess."
"Yeah?" Jess said turning around. "Rory," he sucked in his breath and looked horrified.
"Rory?" William asked.
***
A/N- I hope you all enjoyed. R&R.