New York, New York
Pairing: Rory and Jess
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I am poor college student. Don't sue I don't own these characters.
Premise: Simply, Rory can't get back to Stars Hollow after visiting Jess in New York (from the episode Lorelai's Graduation Day) and she is forced to stay the night with him and own up to her feelings. Chaos and romance ensues.
Author's Note: I know this is really cliché, but give it a chance. I am bringing back Rory and Jess to the golden years before the writers COMPLETELY screwed us over in their storyline together. Also, this is one of my favorite episodes but I also find myself screaming at the TV because Jess and Rory have a whole lot of cute dialogue but they never really own up to the fact that Rory risked a whole lot to visit him after a rather awkward phone call. I feel that this is where their storyline first goes off course. So in my own fantasy world I am fixing it. Also, check out my other story "Things Fall Apart" which I think is much better.
"Sorry lady, no buses are leaving here today."
Rory felt a huge amount of pain rush through her at once. She swallowed. She looked around at the chaos surrounding her. There were lines everywhere for things that Rory didn't know. People were yelling and policemen were everywhere.
"Why not? What the hell happened?" Jess saw the look on Rory's face and decided to finish the line of questions with the guy in bus uniform.
"Don't you kids watch the news? Some psycho wannabe terrorist claims he put bombs in some of the buses but he won't say which ones. You got Guiliani and Bush and everyone going nuts and until all the buses are inspected properly by the bomb squad no buses are leaving." Jess nodded and looked at Rory. Her face was pale and she was staring at the guy in uniform like he was the angel of death.
"When are the buses gonna start running again?" Jess asked while Rory prayed for a positive answer. She stared at the man. He looked about fiftyish, balding, beer belly. He was nice though but distracted....Rory could tell it had been a long day for him. He probably had lots of people coming up to him and complaining. She and Jess was just one more to him.
"Tomorrow morning." Rory closed her eyes at his words. The nails on the coffin.
"Where can we get tickets for those?" Jess kept his voice steady. It was important to remain calm.
"Over there." He pointed to the area that was the most chaotic. The lines.
"Thanks." Jess said and looked at Rory, but she was watching the man walking away. They stood there in silence until Jess couldn't take it anymore. Rory glanced around the bus station. She looked around at all the people in her same situation maybe worse........maybe better, and felt tears spring to her eyes.
Two thoughts repeated in Rory's mind: She will never forgive me. I am being punished. She will never forgive me. I am being punished. She will never forgive me. I am being punished.
"Do you want to get a ticket for tomorrow in one of those lines?" Jess knew what Rory was doing in her mind, saw the tears that threatened to come. Rory looked at Jess but said nothing. Her bottom lip quivered. Jess watched Rory bite it. He felt an ache in his chest and a desire to reach out and hold her.wrap his arms around her and will the rest of the world away. But he did not, he stood there. "I mean at least we would be doing something, right?" Rory nodded. She feared that if she spoke she would burst into tears.
She was on the verge of losing it.
They stood in the line forty five minutes. Rory did not speak the entire time; she mostly stared at the record she was holding in her arms awkwardly, the graduation gift she would not be able to give to her mother on time. She was in a daze of guilt and pain. When they finally approached the ticket office, the woman asked if she could help and Rory said nothing.
"I'm sorry. Excuse me?" Rory hadn't been paying attention.
"I said 'can I help you?'" The woman stared at Rory with attitude. She was also having a bad day.
"Oh, sorry. Can I have a ticket to a bus that goes to Stars Hollow, Connecticut for tomorrow?" Rory glanced at Jess. He was watching her, unsure of what he should do....what he should say.... he wasn't the type of guy that girls cried on his shoulder, he thought.
"What time?" The woman looked away from the computer screen and back at Rory.
"The earliest possible." Her voice was stronger then. She watched the woman punch some keys.
"The earliest departs at 6:30am."
"Yes, that one will be fine."
"That'll be 12.50." Rory dug in her backpack and got the money out. The woman noticed the girl's hands were shaking when she handed her the money. Jess noticed it too. Silently, the woman handed Rory her ticket. Rory took it and turned and walked outside with Jess.
Once outside Rory spoke exasperated at the boy who caused all this trouble for her, "What do I do now, Jess?" She looked at him with her eyes huge and blue that was so beautiful but a face of a child who was lost. Jess realized Rory was just another lost kid in New York. There were so many of them.
"We are going to go to Central Park." The words came out of Jess' mouth before he even realized what he was saying.
"Why?" That was not a solution to the problem, Rory thought. That wouldn't get her home to her mother.
"Because it's relaxing and peaceful and you've never been."
"I have to call my mom." Rory had her cell phone in her back-pack. She never really thought she would be in an emergency situation to use it in, but here she was.
"You can call her when we get there."
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"What do I say when I call?" They were in the back of the cab on the way to Central Park. Jess didn't usually take cabs. They were expensive and usually took longer than the subway. But he wanted to do something nice for Rory, even if it was something small that she would never notice.
"You tell her.......you have a place to stay, with me, and things aren't as desperate as they seem." Jess hadn't asked her if she would care if she stayed with him, but he knew she had no where else to go.....and he wanted her to......and he felt shitty for wanting her to........for thinking things he shouldn't when Rory was in obvious pain.
"You don't care if I spend the night at your place?" Rory turned her eyes from the window and to Jess. He had been watching her look out the window.
"Nope."
"What about your mom?"
"What about her?"
"Will she care if I spend the night?"
"She won't be there tonight."
"And if she was?"
"She wouldn't care." Jess saw Rory look back to the window and the city rushing by. He knew she was only pretending to think over the offer. She had no where to go, where else would she sleep? A motel?
"Okay." Rory looked back at him.
"Okay then."
Jess looked straight ahead trying to focus on the route the cab-driver was taking and not on Rory sitting next to him, and how in a few hours she would be spending the night at his apartment. Rory on the other hand, was looking out of the window but none of the images were registering in her mind. She was thinking about her mother and the phone call she would soon have to make.
Pairing: Rory and Jess
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I am poor college student. Don't sue I don't own these characters.
Premise: Simply, Rory can't get back to Stars Hollow after visiting Jess in New York (from the episode Lorelai's Graduation Day) and she is forced to stay the night with him and own up to her feelings. Chaos and romance ensues.
Author's Note: I know this is really cliché, but give it a chance. I am bringing back Rory and Jess to the golden years before the writers COMPLETELY screwed us over in their storyline together. Also, this is one of my favorite episodes but I also find myself screaming at the TV because Jess and Rory have a whole lot of cute dialogue but they never really own up to the fact that Rory risked a whole lot to visit him after a rather awkward phone call. I feel that this is where their storyline first goes off course. So in my own fantasy world I am fixing it. Also, check out my other story "Things Fall Apart" which I think is much better.
"Sorry lady, no buses are leaving here today."
Rory felt a huge amount of pain rush through her at once. She swallowed. She looked around at the chaos surrounding her. There were lines everywhere for things that Rory didn't know. People were yelling and policemen were everywhere.
"Why not? What the hell happened?" Jess saw the look on Rory's face and decided to finish the line of questions with the guy in bus uniform.
"Don't you kids watch the news? Some psycho wannabe terrorist claims he put bombs in some of the buses but he won't say which ones. You got Guiliani and Bush and everyone going nuts and until all the buses are inspected properly by the bomb squad no buses are leaving." Jess nodded and looked at Rory. Her face was pale and she was staring at the guy in uniform like he was the angel of death.
"When are the buses gonna start running again?" Jess asked while Rory prayed for a positive answer. She stared at the man. He looked about fiftyish, balding, beer belly. He was nice though but distracted....Rory could tell it had been a long day for him. He probably had lots of people coming up to him and complaining. She and Jess was just one more to him.
"Tomorrow morning." Rory closed her eyes at his words. The nails on the coffin.
"Where can we get tickets for those?" Jess kept his voice steady. It was important to remain calm.
"Over there." He pointed to the area that was the most chaotic. The lines.
"Thanks." Jess said and looked at Rory, but she was watching the man walking away. They stood there in silence until Jess couldn't take it anymore. Rory glanced around the bus station. She looked around at all the people in her same situation maybe worse........maybe better, and felt tears spring to her eyes.
Two thoughts repeated in Rory's mind: She will never forgive me. I am being punished. She will never forgive me. I am being punished. She will never forgive me. I am being punished.
"Do you want to get a ticket for tomorrow in one of those lines?" Jess knew what Rory was doing in her mind, saw the tears that threatened to come. Rory looked at Jess but said nothing. Her bottom lip quivered. Jess watched Rory bite it. He felt an ache in his chest and a desire to reach out and hold her.wrap his arms around her and will the rest of the world away. But he did not, he stood there. "I mean at least we would be doing something, right?" Rory nodded. She feared that if she spoke she would burst into tears.
She was on the verge of losing it.
They stood in the line forty five minutes. Rory did not speak the entire time; she mostly stared at the record she was holding in her arms awkwardly, the graduation gift she would not be able to give to her mother on time. She was in a daze of guilt and pain. When they finally approached the ticket office, the woman asked if she could help and Rory said nothing.
"I'm sorry. Excuse me?" Rory hadn't been paying attention.
"I said 'can I help you?'" The woman stared at Rory with attitude. She was also having a bad day.
"Oh, sorry. Can I have a ticket to a bus that goes to Stars Hollow, Connecticut for tomorrow?" Rory glanced at Jess. He was watching her, unsure of what he should do....what he should say.... he wasn't the type of guy that girls cried on his shoulder, he thought.
"What time?" The woman looked away from the computer screen and back at Rory.
"The earliest possible." Her voice was stronger then. She watched the woman punch some keys.
"The earliest departs at 6:30am."
"Yes, that one will be fine."
"That'll be 12.50." Rory dug in her backpack and got the money out. The woman noticed the girl's hands were shaking when she handed her the money. Jess noticed it too. Silently, the woman handed Rory her ticket. Rory took it and turned and walked outside with Jess.
Once outside Rory spoke exasperated at the boy who caused all this trouble for her, "What do I do now, Jess?" She looked at him with her eyes huge and blue that was so beautiful but a face of a child who was lost. Jess realized Rory was just another lost kid in New York. There were so many of them.
"We are going to go to Central Park." The words came out of Jess' mouth before he even realized what he was saying.
"Why?" That was not a solution to the problem, Rory thought. That wouldn't get her home to her mother.
"Because it's relaxing and peaceful and you've never been."
"I have to call my mom." Rory had her cell phone in her back-pack. She never really thought she would be in an emergency situation to use it in, but here she was.
"You can call her when we get there."
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"What do I say when I call?" They were in the back of the cab on the way to Central Park. Jess didn't usually take cabs. They were expensive and usually took longer than the subway. But he wanted to do something nice for Rory, even if it was something small that she would never notice.
"You tell her.......you have a place to stay, with me, and things aren't as desperate as they seem." Jess hadn't asked her if she would care if she stayed with him, but he knew she had no where else to go.....and he wanted her to......and he felt shitty for wanting her to........for thinking things he shouldn't when Rory was in obvious pain.
"You don't care if I spend the night at your place?" Rory turned her eyes from the window and to Jess. He had been watching her look out the window.
"Nope."
"What about your mom?"
"What about her?"
"Will she care if I spend the night?"
"She won't be there tonight."
"And if she was?"
"She wouldn't care." Jess saw Rory look back to the window and the city rushing by. He knew she was only pretending to think over the offer. She had no where to go, where else would she sleep? A motel?
"Okay." Rory looked back at him.
"Okay then."
Jess looked straight ahead trying to focus on the route the cab-driver was taking and not on Rory sitting next to him, and how in a few hours she would be spending the night at his apartment. Rory on the other hand, was looking out of the window but none of the images were registering in her mind. She was thinking about her mother and the phone call she would soon have to make.