Disclaimer: I am no way affiliated with Gilmore Girls. The show belongs to the CW. I am no was affiliated with Rory or Jess, Milo Ventimiglia or Alexis Bledel. Or Homer's Illiad or Odyssey. This is simply a fan fiction.
Just for all of you who haven't read it, this fic refers back to a lot of stuff in Homer's Illiad and Odyssey. The books describing the Trojan War, and Odysseus's journeys after it trying to return back to his wife Penelope, and home Ithica.
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Here we go…
We have no honor. At least not like the ancient stories that have become literary classics, only to gather dust while sitting on a lonely shelf.
Honor is lost on us. Honor was long forgotten when self pride over-bore on it. What happened to Homer's characters in the ancient wars of Troy? The honor for country, the honor for other people, for custom and culture? The honor of the ancient knights that surrounded the great round table? The honor that would lead doomed men into battle to die for it? Honor was definitely lost.
All these thoughts ran through Rory's head while she pulled her car out from Truncheon. Rory and Jess were one of those warriors. Jess, the great Achilles, while Rory was Hector. Achilles was much stronger, and more willing than Hector. She found herself torn. They were fully suited, armor on, spear in hand, running towards each other before quickly turning back, afraid, because they knew that they would destroy each other in the end.
They had no honor.
Being afraid to jump into battle, to take the plunge just proved this. Twisting the knife in her gut a little further, digging into her sides, and pouring her insecurities out onto the floor for all to see. It was shame, and it was disgrace.
The Odyssey, she found, had more things in common with them than The Iliad. She was Penelope, he was Odysseus. Together for eternity, forever apart. He was out living, traveling, and taking journeys all around their ancient world, while she sat stuck, and waiting for something that may never come, weaving slowly the past and balling up her fists because suddenly she feels as if she can't breath, before realizing that she has to.
Forever together. Forever apart.
It was a long drive back to New Haven, about three hours. Secretly, she knew exactly how many miles it was, but would never admit it, because that would mean having to pick up that spear; a task she was unwilling to do.
She walked up the stairs to their apartment. Logan's apartment. Slowly, step by step, climbing to the top. A wounded soldier looking for refuge. Sadly, she knew that she wouldn't receive it. At least not this night. Placing the key in the lock, she twisted the steel between her fingers before hearing a click.
Entering the room, she smelled alcohol, and a perfume that she immediately knew wasn't hers. Her stomach twisted in knots. Partially because of the nauseating smell, and partially because her prince was a male version of Helen.
He had no honor.
He wasn't there. She didn't expect him to be. She knew he was cheating on her, but she had become oblivious. She found she had to just to make it through the day. The smell of his cologne, and the mystery woman mixed together, and entered her nose. She found herself Penelope again, fists twisting, before being forced to take in another breath.
She glanced around the room. Eyes falling on all the things that she never wanted, turning her into someone she never wanted to be. Her eyes landed on the suit of armor in the corner of the room. It stood tall, strong and sturdy, holding a sword of protection from the outside enemies.
She felt it. The plated steel cool against her fingers giving her that counterfeit sense of honor. It was a fake knight. Not like the ones that were strong, make of flesh and bone. This one was hollow, flimsy, and disgraceful. It reminded her of herself.
She glided across the room to the phone. She picked it up, hands shaking. Dialing an unfamiliar number. She waited. Three rings, and she was about to hang up when his voice traveled hundreds of miles to her ears.
"Hello?" His voice was calm, full of sleep.
She lost her voice. Gasping for breath and taking in the nausea that surrounded the room, her head spun, and her eyes snapped shut.
He patiently waited for an answer, until she heard his breathing getting slightly heavier, slightly faster paced and she knew he was becoming annoyed.
"I think I'm in need of a poet, also. I don't know what to say." She softly spoke into the plastic, her labored breathing making static on the other line.
"Rory?" She knew that he was aware that it was her the entire time, but he needed the confirmation.
"Yes." She relied softly back. "I'm sorry. About what I said before, what I did. You're right, you're totally right. You don't deserve it. I had no right to-"
He cut her of with a forgiven apology, and she smiled.
"Look, Rory. I have to go. Call me sometime, okay?" His voice was hopeful.
Rory replied with a promise to call before hanging up the phone.
Forever together. Forever apart.
She had no honor. She left that spear in the back of her mind, gathering dust as it patiently waited.
Oblivious.
Okay, so I didn't want to make this just another oneshot, and I guess that I could make it a multichapter for ya'll if I get enough reviews. That is key though. If I don't get enough reviews, I will definitely move on, and think of something else. So if you want to see a continuation, please, please, please review! Thanks so much!
- missed the train