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I'm Lorelai "Lai" Gilmore. My mom, my grandma, and my grandpa raised me. We live in Stars Hollow, Connecticut. It's small town life. No one knows where my dad is. Only a limited number of people know who he is. Those limited few do not include me. I wish my mom would tell me, but every time I try to get her to she starts crying. It's pretty sad. He's the only person she ever loved.
Plenty of people have loved my mom, however. There's Uncle Tristan for one. He used to make her life living hell, but then he went to Military School. When they met up again at Harvard (when I was about five months old) they became friends again. They never dated; mom was never into dating after my dad left, besides, if they had it would probably have been the end of their friendship. Plus, Uncle Tristan knew how much my mom loved my dad, so he understood.
It's been 17 years since my dad disappeared. I'm 16 now, and I'll be starting at Chilton Preparatory tomorrow. I'm starting late in the year like my mom did. I'm just hoping my first day goes better then her's did. Granted that's the day she met Uncle Tristan, but he did call her Mary. Uncle Tristan is a biology teacher at Chilton, so I might have him as a teacher. That would make life a little easier. Who knows?
Welcome to Chilton. More like welcome to hell. Headmaster Charleston is still there, how he's lived this long I don't know, and he did not look happy to see Grandma, or Mom for that matter. And that was just the beginning of my bad day. First period was English lit. My teacher seemed to hate me from the get go. His name was Mr. Medina; he was surprised when I didn't know that. He asked how Grandma and Mom were. He must have known them. Then came American History with Miss Gellar. She picked on me for questions that I couldn't have possibly known the answer to without being some kind of history buff. Then she pulled me over after class to tell me that if I expected to succeed at Chilton then I'd better "know my stuff." Luckily Uncle Tristan is my biology teacher, which didn't seem weird until I had a question and had to address him as Mr. DuGrey. It was creepy. The rest of the day went all right.
Uncle Tristan, or should I say Mr. DuGrey, gave me a ride home from Chilton that day, which made Miss Gellar's face turn about 29 shades of purple. It was actually quite funny to watch. She avoided his eyes, and she looked nervously around the room as if searching for a way to escape. Then as we were leaving Mr. Medina came into the room. He saw me, he saw Uncle Tristan, He saw Miss Gellar, and then he started to laugh. "Well if it isn't the outcasts and the end result of the Gilmore family love hexagon, and a DuGrey love outcast too. So, Lai, I hear your grandmother married the coffee guy. Tell her I hope she's unhappy." He laughed again and left. I asked Uncle Tristan What Mr. Medina had meant when he said "Gilmore family love hexagon," but he just said to ask my mom.
When we got to Luke's I ran inside and grabbed the cup of coffee my mom handed me. "OOOooohhh. Sooo good!!!" I reached for another cup within minutes, and grandpa tried to stop me.
"That stuff will kill you, and stunt your growth." Grandpa was constantly trying to get Mom, Grandma, and me to stop drinking coffee, very unsuccessfully I might add.
"Might want to save some of your warning labels for later, I'm going to need a lot more of this stuff." Grandpa looked like he was going to say something, but Tristan got to it before he could.
"Let her have it, Luke, she truly does need it. Paris is one of her teachers."
"Paris? Paris Gellar? Make Rory's life miserable Paris?" My mom asked. She had been listening quietly the entire time. "Why didn't you tell me that Paris was a Chilton Teacher?"
"You know Miss Gellar? I figured you must since she tried to make my first day hell." This was getting interesting.
"Know her? She's the reason I wanted to bite my toes off when I was at Chilton." Mom was laughing like this was the funniest thing in the world. "Of course she had a little help in her torture rituals from a certain DuGrey." Mom couldn't help adding.
"You helped her?" I asked Uncle Tristan. "You were Mad!!" I was starting to wonder whether I would need to get straightjacket measurements.
"Thank you, thank you very much." Uncle Tristan started laughing. I was the only person who noticed the man across the street staring into the window with a hurt look on his face, a very hurt look. But he turned away before I could tell anyone.
"So, Lai, what other teachers do you have? Maybe I know some of them." My Mom was still laughing over the thought of Paris Gellar as my American History teacher.
"Well, there's Miss Gellar, Mr. DuGrey, Mrs. Montgomery, Mr. Johnson, and.who else? Let me think. Oh yea, Ms. Cantop and Mr. Medina." I stopped when I saw the shocked looks on Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa's faces. "What?" Why did they all look as if they'd seen ghosts? Then I remembered the comment that Mr. Medina had made just before we left. "Did you know Mr. Medina? He made a comment bu-"
"-What kind of comment?" Grandma looked the most shocked out of all.
"Well, he said something about the 'Gilmore family love hexagon.' What's going on?" I was thoroughly confused.
I looked at the faces of my grandparents and my mom. They looked like they were being tormented by memories. Mom looked like she was on the verge of tears, Grandma like she was sorting things out, and Grandpa was scrubbing the table with more elbow grease then usual. I wanted to know what was happening. "What's going on?" I asked again, a little bit louder this time.
"Umm.Max Medina was my English lit. Teacher when I was a sophomore, too." My mom started. I was wondering where this was leading when Grandma started talking.
"I dated him for a little while, and then he proposed." She paused, then continued again, "I said yes, but a few days before the wedding I called it off. I was starting to realize that I was in love with Luke." Grandpa leaned over and pulled Grandma into a hug, burying her face in his chest. I loved to watch them; they loved each other so much. "He started to create problems when I married Luke, so we got an apartment in Boston, and rented the house out for a few years. That way we could be with you and your mom, but keep the house here." That's when Mom interjected.
"He must have thought we moved. We haven't heard from him since then, we figured he was gone. Tristan never mentioned him," she said, giving Uncle Tristan a pointed look.
"I didn't want to upset you, after everything you went through." Uncle Tristan had been silent for a while, but he must have decided it was time to speak.
"So where does the 'Gilmore family love hexagon' come from?" It still didn't make sense. Why hadn't my family shared this information with me sooner? I thought we told each other everything. It had always seemed like it.
"Well," Uncle Tristan clearly knew this part of the story. "I was in love with your mom at the time," Mom jumped a little at this information, having never heard it before, "as was your dad." My dad, of course he came into this. "And both Luke and Max were in love with Lorelai." Grandma turned and whispered something in Grandpa's ear and received a nod in response. She was probably asking if he had really loved her for so long. "Have you heard of a love triangle?" I nodded, who hadn't heard of a love triangle? I'd been at Chilton for one day and already witnessed six of them. "Well, he meant that there were six different people involved with, or wanting to be involved with, the beautiful Lorelai Gilmores."
Mom gave Uncle Tristan a hug. I could see the hurt look in his eyes. He was still in love with her. We (meaning Grandma, Grandpa, and I) had known for some time, it was obvious, but we never commented on it.
As Mom and Uncle Tristan pulled me into the hug I saw the man from before climbing onto a motorcycle as he pulled a red helmet over his floppy dark brown hair. He glanced back one more time and then zoomed off, heading for God knows where. But in those milliseconds that he looked in the window, I saw his eyes. Emerald green with turquoise flecks. How I saw this from across the street I don't know, but something in them was familiar. I looked away as Taylor left the market to shake his fist at the motorcyclist, and put my attention back into the hug.
The rest of the year at Chilton passed without a hitch. I aced every class, much to the distaste of Mr. Medina and Miss Gellar. Parent teacher conferences came and went. Both Mom and Grandma had talked to Mr. Medina, and Mom had talked to Miss Gellar. Of course I was treated like I was less then dirt for the six weeks following, but they got to say what they wanted to say. The familiar man that I had seen from the window of Luke's on my first day at Chilton would show up around town every now and then, but I seemed to be the only one who ever noticed him. Until Christmas time my junior year.
Taylor had the town decorated the way he pleased, with, of course, the exception of Grandpa's diner. He had tried coming in daily, begging for decorations, but after realizing that that was the way he acted every day of the week anyway, he tried a different approach. He tried to get in through Grandma. However, years of marriage to Grandpa had taught her that not even she could succeed on that point. Taylor had subsequently tried bribing Mom, and then me, into talking him into it, but neither of us had been successful, and eventually he gave up, the same as every year. Of course, he didn't know the extent of the power of the Gilmore (and Danes) girls. Grandma still knew the bread man, and so early one Saturday morning in December, She, Mom, and I snuck out of the house and into the diner. We decorated with every Christmas decoration that money could buy, and then Grandma got out her lipstick. She had regular red lipstick, and some green lipstick left over from Halloween the year I was seven. We took the lipstick and wrote "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year," on the front window.
As the morning went on and the town started to wake up, people passed the diner, laughing at the decorations. When Grandpa finally arrived that morning he nearly had a heart attack. When he saw the three of us sitting at the counter drinking coffee he stormed in and started yelling at us. We put on our best innocent faces (we had been practicing all morning) and told him that the diner had looked that way when we had gotten there that morning. This caused Grandpa to cross the street and yell at Taylor, a very funny scene to watch.
While we were watching Grandpa pick his imaginary bone with Taylor I noticed motorcycle man across the street. Smiling at the decorations. It was the first time I'd ever seen him look happy. He must not have noticed me looking at him yet, because when I turned my head to get Mom and point him out he didn't go anywhere. "Mom, come here." I called to her from my seat by the window.
"What is it, sweetie?" She asked as she came to sit across from me.
"Who's that?" I pointed to the man across the street, and watched as my Mom froze. At first she turned really pale, and looked like she was going to feint, but then her face darkened. She stood up and marched towards the door. I watched as she stormed across the street and up to the man, who looked extremely startled. She started pointing her finger at him and yelling, I grabbed my jacket and ran to the door, trying to figure out what was going on. Grandma must have wondered where I was going, because she followed me. We stopped just outside the door.
"What's going on?" Grandma asked.
"I pointed someone out to Mom and asked whether she knew him. She turned all pale and freaky, but then she got really angry, and ran across the street to yell at him. Grandma started looking around for Mom. When she saw her she had the same reaction as Mom had. She ran across the street and I followed closely.
We reached Mom just as she yelled finished up yelling at him. "Did you completely forget about me or something?" Who was this man?
Mom and the stranger hadn't noticed us yet. They were too busy yelling at each other. "Did I forget about you? How about did you forget about me? You're the one with a kid and a family. You look awfully cozy together. Not like you were supposedly deserted by the man you supposedly loved." Mom looked like she was trying to figure out what this guy was talking about. I was trying to piece the puzzle back together too, only most of my pieces were missing.
"Uh-mmm." Grandma cleared her throat, drawing the attention to the two of us. "Hello Dean. How are you doing? Break any more hearts lately?" Grandma didn't like the stranger. And she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it.
This man, Dean, was trying to ignore Grandma. "You completely disappeared. And now you're with Tristan? The same Tristan you said you hated. Did you mean anything you said that day?"
Mom was trying to ignore us too. "I meant everything I said that day. Yes I did hate him at the time. Now I don't. As for being 'with him,' we're just friends. We met up again in college. He helped me raise Lai. He was there. You were not. He's changed." At this Dean snorted. "Yes, Dean, he has changed. People do that occasionally you know."
"A leopard doesn't change its spots."
"Oh, shut up. I cared about you. I loved you. But you weren't there." That was when it hit me. This man standing here, this stranger, wasn't as much of a stranger as I thought. This man was my father. I gasped. Everyone turned to look at me. My mother must have suddenly realized that I was there, because she gasped too. "Oh, and Dean? I'd like you to meet your daughter, Lorelai." Then it was Dean's turn to gasp. He turned back to Mom just in time to get slapped on the back of the head by Grandma.
"What was that for?" He asked, rubbing the spot where she had hit him.
"Well, let's see, it might have something to do with the fact that you never once bothered to contact my daughter, but it might be because you broke the rules I set down the night I met you."
"Oh." He turned and started to walk off, his long legs taking long strides.
"Dean wait." Mom called after him, running to catch up. He stopped, but looked about ready to take off again, before he could though, Mom caught up to him. Grandma and I watched as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. As she pulled away we could just hear her ask if he really thought she was with Tristan. When he nodded she pulled him into another kiss, this one longer. This time he pulled away, and we heard him ask her if she wanted to go for a walk. When she answered in the affirmative they walked off. We didn't see them again until that night.
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I haven't decided whether I'm going to continue this, it might just be a ficlet. Tell me in your review.
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I'm Lorelai "Lai" Gilmore. My mom, my grandma, and my grandpa raised me. We live in Stars Hollow, Connecticut. It's small town life. No one knows where my dad is. Only a limited number of people know who he is. Those limited few do not include me. I wish my mom would tell me, but every time I try to get her to she starts crying. It's pretty sad. He's the only person she ever loved.
Plenty of people have loved my mom, however. There's Uncle Tristan for one. He used to make her life living hell, but then he went to Military School. When they met up again at Harvard (when I was about five months old) they became friends again. They never dated; mom was never into dating after my dad left, besides, if they had it would probably have been the end of their friendship. Plus, Uncle Tristan knew how much my mom loved my dad, so he understood.
It's been 17 years since my dad disappeared. I'm 16 now, and I'll be starting at Chilton Preparatory tomorrow. I'm starting late in the year like my mom did. I'm just hoping my first day goes better then her's did. Granted that's the day she met Uncle Tristan, but he did call her Mary. Uncle Tristan is a biology teacher at Chilton, so I might have him as a teacher. That would make life a little easier. Who knows?
Welcome to Chilton. More like welcome to hell. Headmaster Charleston is still there, how he's lived this long I don't know, and he did not look happy to see Grandma, or Mom for that matter. And that was just the beginning of my bad day. First period was English lit. My teacher seemed to hate me from the get go. His name was Mr. Medina; he was surprised when I didn't know that. He asked how Grandma and Mom were. He must have known them. Then came American History with Miss Gellar. She picked on me for questions that I couldn't have possibly known the answer to without being some kind of history buff. Then she pulled me over after class to tell me that if I expected to succeed at Chilton then I'd better "know my stuff." Luckily Uncle Tristan is my biology teacher, which didn't seem weird until I had a question and had to address him as Mr. DuGrey. It was creepy. The rest of the day went all right.
Uncle Tristan, or should I say Mr. DuGrey, gave me a ride home from Chilton that day, which made Miss Gellar's face turn about 29 shades of purple. It was actually quite funny to watch. She avoided his eyes, and she looked nervously around the room as if searching for a way to escape. Then as we were leaving Mr. Medina came into the room. He saw me, he saw Uncle Tristan, He saw Miss Gellar, and then he started to laugh. "Well if it isn't the outcasts and the end result of the Gilmore family love hexagon, and a DuGrey love outcast too. So, Lai, I hear your grandmother married the coffee guy. Tell her I hope she's unhappy." He laughed again and left. I asked Uncle Tristan What Mr. Medina had meant when he said "Gilmore family love hexagon," but he just said to ask my mom.
When we got to Luke's I ran inside and grabbed the cup of coffee my mom handed me. "OOOooohhh. Sooo good!!!" I reached for another cup within minutes, and grandpa tried to stop me.
"That stuff will kill you, and stunt your growth." Grandpa was constantly trying to get Mom, Grandma, and me to stop drinking coffee, very unsuccessfully I might add.
"Might want to save some of your warning labels for later, I'm going to need a lot more of this stuff." Grandpa looked like he was going to say something, but Tristan got to it before he could.
"Let her have it, Luke, she truly does need it. Paris is one of her teachers."
"Paris? Paris Gellar? Make Rory's life miserable Paris?" My mom asked. She had been listening quietly the entire time. "Why didn't you tell me that Paris was a Chilton Teacher?"
"You know Miss Gellar? I figured you must since she tried to make my first day hell." This was getting interesting.
"Know her? She's the reason I wanted to bite my toes off when I was at Chilton." Mom was laughing like this was the funniest thing in the world. "Of course she had a little help in her torture rituals from a certain DuGrey." Mom couldn't help adding.
"You helped her?" I asked Uncle Tristan. "You were Mad!!" I was starting to wonder whether I would need to get straightjacket measurements.
"Thank you, thank you very much." Uncle Tristan started laughing. I was the only person who noticed the man across the street staring into the window with a hurt look on his face, a very hurt look. But he turned away before I could tell anyone.
"So, Lai, what other teachers do you have? Maybe I know some of them." My Mom was still laughing over the thought of Paris Gellar as my American History teacher.
"Well, there's Miss Gellar, Mr. DuGrey, Mrs. Montgomery, Mr. Johnson, and.who else? Let me think. Oh yea, Ms. Cantop and Mr. Medina." I stopped when I saw the shocked looks on Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa's faces. "What?" Why did they all look as if they'd seen ghosts? Then I remembered the comment that Mr. Medina had made just before we left. "Did you know Mr. Medina? He made a comment bu-"
"-What kind of comment?" Grandma looked the most shocked out of all.
"Well, he said something about the 'Gilmore family love hexagon.' What's going on?" I was thoroughly confused.
I looked at the faces of my grandparents and my mom. They looked like they were being tormented by memories. Mom looked like she was on the verge of tears, Grandma like she was sorting things out, and Grandpa was scrubbing the table with more elbow grease then usual. I wanted to know what was happening. "What's going on?" I asked again, a little bit louder this time.
"Umm.Max Medina was my English lit. Teacher when I was a sophomore, too." My mom started. I was wondering where this was leading when Grandma started talking.
"I dated him for a little while, and then he proposed." She paused, then continued again, "I said yes, but a few days before the wedding I called it off. I was starting to realize that I was in love with Luke." Grandpa leaned over and pulled Grandma into a hug, burying her face in his chest. I loved to watch them; they loved each other so much. "He started to create problems when I married Luke, so we got an apartment in Boston, and rented the house out for a few years. That way we could be with you and your mom, but keep the house here." That's when Mom interjected.
"He must have thought we moved. We haven't heard from him since then, we figured he was gone. Tristan never mentioned him," she said, giving Uncle Tristan a pointed look.
"I didn't want to upset you, after everything you went through." Uncle Tristan had been silent for a while, but he must have decided it was time to speak.
"So where does the 'Gilmore family love hexagon' come from?" It still didn't make sense. Why hadn't my family shared this information with me sooner? I thought we told each other everything. It had always seemed like it.
"Well," Uncle Tristan clearly knew this part of the story. "I was in love with your mom at the time," Mom jumped a little at this information, having never heard it before, "as was your dad." My dad, of course he came into this. "And both Luke and Max were in love with Lorelai." Grandma turned and whispered something in Grandpa's ear and received a nod in response. She was probably asking if he had really loved her for so long. "Have you heard of a love triangle?" I nodded, who hadn't heard of a love triangle? I'd been at Chilton for one day and already witnessed six of them. "Well, he meant that there were six different people involved with, or wanting to be involved with, the beautiful Lorelai Gilmores."
Mom gave Uncle Tristan a hug. I could see the hurt look in his eyes. He was still in love with her. We (meaning Grandma, Grandpa, and I) had known for some time, it was obvious, but we never commented on it.
As Mom and Uncle Tristan pulled me into the hug I saw the man from before climbing onto a motorcycle as he pulled a red helmet over his floppy dark brown hair. He glanced back one more time and then zoomed off, heading for God knows where. But in those milliseconds that he looked in the window, I saw his eyes. Emerald green with turquoise flecks. How I saw this from across the street I don't know, but something in them was familiar. I looked away as Taylor left the market to shake his fist at the motorcyclist, and put my attention back into the hug.
The rest of the year at Chilton passed without a hitch. I aced every class, much to the distaste of Mr. Medina and Miss Gellar. Parent teacher conferences came and went. Both Mom and Grandma had talked to Mr. Medina, and Mom had talked to Miss Gellar. Of course I was treated like I was less then dirt for the six weeks following, but they got to say what they wanted to say. The familiar man that I had seen from the window of Luke's on my first day at Chilton would show up around town every now and then, but I seemed to be the only one who ever noticed him. Until Christmas time my junior year.
Taylor had the town decorated the way he pleased, with, of course, the exception of Grandpa's diner. He had tried coming in daily, begging for decorations, but after realizing that that was the way he acted every day of the week anyway, he tried a different approach. He tried to get in through Grandma. However, years of marriage to Grandpa had taught her that not even she could succeed on that point. Taylor had subsequently tried bribing Mom, and then me, into talking him into it, but neither of us had been successful, and eventually he gave up, the same as every year. Of course, he didn't know the extent of the power of the Gilmore (and Danes) girls. Grandma still knew the bread man, and so early one Saturday morning in December, She, Mom, and I snuck out of the house and into the diner. We decorated with every Christmas decoration that money could buy, and then Grandma got out her lipstick. She had regular red lipstick, and some green lipstick left over from Halloween the year I was seven. We took the lipstick and wrote "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year," on the front window.
As the morning went on and the town started to wake up, people passed the diner, laughing at the decorations. When Grandpa finally arrived that morning he nearly had a heart attack. When he saw the three of us sitting at the counter drinking coffee he stormed in and started yelling at us. We put on our best innocent faces (we had been practicing all morning) and told him that the diner had looked that way when we had gotten there that morning. This caused Grandpa to cross the street and yell at Taylor, a very funny scene to watch.
While we were watching Grandpa pick his imaginary bone with Taylor I noticed motorcycle man across the street. Smiling at the decorations. It was the first time I'd ever seen him look happy. He must not have noticed me looking at him yet, because when I turned my head to get Mom and point him out he didn't go anywhere. "Mom, come here." I called to her from my seat by the window.
"What is it, sweetie?" She asked as she came to sit across from me.
"Who's that?" I pointed to the man across the street, and watched as my Mom froze. At first she turned really pale, and looked like she was going to feint, but then her face darkened. She stood up and marched towards the door. I watched as she stormed across the street and up to the man, who looked extremely startled. She started pointing her finger at him and yelling, I grabbed my jacket and ran to the door, trying to figure out what was going on. Grandma must have wondered where I was going, because she followed me. We stopped just outside the door.
"What's going on?" Grandma asked.
"I pointed someone out to Mom and asked whether she knew him. She turned all pale and freaky, but then she got really angry, and ran across the street to yell at him. Grandma started looking around for Mom. When she saw her she had the same reaction as Mom had. She ran across the street and I followed closely.
We reached Mom just as she yelled finished up yelling at him. "Did you completely forget about me or something?" Who was this man?
Mom and the stranger hadn't noticed us yet. They were too busy yelling at each other. "Did I forget about you? How about did you forget about me? You're the one with a kid and a family. You look awfully cozy together. Not like you were supposedly deserted by the man you supposedly loved." Mom looked like she was trying to figure out what this guy was talking about. I was trying to piece the puzzle back together too, only most of my pieces were missing.
"Uh-mmm." Grandma cleared her throat, drawing the attention to the two of us. "Hello Dean. How are you doing? Break any more hearts lately?" Grandma didn't like the stranger. And she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it.
This man, Dean, was trying to ignore Grandma. "You completely disappeared. And now you're with Tristan? The same Tristan you said you hated. Did you mean anything you said that day?"
Mom was trying to ignore us too. "I meant everything I said that day. Yes I did hate him at the time. Now I don't. As for being 'with him,' we're just friends. We met up again in college. He helped me raise Lai. He was there. You were not. He's changed." At this Dean snorted. "Yes, Dean, he has changed. People do that occasionally you know."
"A leopard doesn't change its spots."
"Oh, shut up. I cared about you. I loved you. But you weren't there." That was when it hit me. This man standing here, this stranger, wasn't as much of a stranger as I thought. This man was my father. I gasped. Everyone turned to look at me. My mother must have suddenly realized that I was there, because she gasped too. "Oh, and Dean? I'd like you to meet your daughter, Lorelai." Then it was Dean's turn to gasp. He turned back to Mom just in time to get slapped on the back of the head by Grandma.
"What was that for?" He asked, rubbing the spot where she had hit him.
"Well, let's see, it might have something to do with the fact that you never once bothered to contact my daughter, but it might be because you broke the rules I set down the night I met you."
"Oh." He turned and started to walk off, his long legs taking long strides.
"Dean wait." Mom called after him, running to catch up. He stopped, but looked about ready to take off again, before he could though, Mom caught up to him. Grandma and I watched as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. As she pulled away we could just hear her ask if he really thought she was with Tristan. When he nodded she pulled him into another kiss, this one longer. This time he pulled away, and we heard him ask her if she wanted to go for a walk. When she answered in the affirmative they walked off. We didn't see them again until that night.
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I haven't decided whether I'm going to continue this, it might just be a ficlet. Tell me in your review.