Author: Cheesecake kisses
Pairing: R/J
Disclaimer: No I do not own gilmore girls or any of the charectors; they belong the ASP and the WB, I also don't own Seaseme street,superman,or anything else I make references to. But I am The proud owner of the folowing:
The term Cheesecake kisses A Bootsy Clone who funny enough is named Kirk Lukes old baseball cap The asses of both Christopher Reeve and Dean Cain Milo Ventamigaila's Slack jaw and dimples [we know you have em babe] The crazy chick who copys all of Lorelai's clothes and only slightly alters them and has her wear them for another three eps' Head on my wall The bag of flower Tristan dropped, ooh and his smirk Lorelai's glasses And the ciggarette of Jess' that Luke through out the window [ ya know in Nick and Nora/ Sid and Nancy] Got a good siliva sample- clone should be done in a few minutes *Ding* Ooh, gotta go Milo Meriano's Fresh out of the oven and oh so tastey[ has a nice ring to it Milo meriano?]
Distribution: Sure, but please ask
Summary: After a welcome home party Luke and lorelai get into a sticky situation, meanwhile Jess and Rory try to find out what they want while who that want is hurting them.
Spoilers: from"Teach me tonight" to the season three rumors floating around
Author's Note: Oh as you can tell If you read my long-ass Disclamer,I'm a Torn Jess/Tristan fan and so I'm writing two versions of this fic, just so ya know. And Please ignore any typos you may find, no one's perfect people so be kind.
Another AN: Okay I wrote this in this kind of cross between transcript and bookscript, It's different but if it gets confusing tell me and I'll pick one.
Man Of Steel, Buns of Steel
Lorelai woke with a start from a rather unnerving dream, anxious for advice she dove for the phone to call her daughter in Washington.
Meanwhile Rory, thouroghly enjoying her short four hours of sleep, grimaced when the shrill sound of her sell phone woke her. She barely managed a groggy "Hello?" Before Lorelai cut in.
"Have I ever slept with Luke?"
"What?" Rory was completely awake now though not sure if her ears were.
"Have I ever to your knowledge slept with Luke?"
"No but I don't think you would tell me if you had... What happened?"
"Well I had this dream..."
"Oh a dream" Now she was interested.
"Well I had this dream where, I'm me"
"Of course"
"And I wake up and go downstairs and Luke is cooking"
"Luke?"
"Yeah but the weird thing is, I'm not thinking, 'Yay, How convenient Now I don't have to leave the house and walk all the way to Luke's for breakfast.' I'm thinking 'Oh no, He might see me in my pajamas."
"Weird"
"I know, Oh, and then he kisses me."
"Should I be ' Woooooo' ing right about now?"
"Uh, no but then he starts talking to my stomach..."
"Like: 'HELLOO, LA, LA, LA' ?"
"No not in a funny Seinfeild way, but in a 'Aw wittle baby are you hungry?' kind of way"
"Luke said 'wittle' ?" Rory fought the mental picture for her mothers sake.
"He didn't actually say 'wittle' it was more of a ' hey good morning little tyke'. "
"OH, okay." Better but still slightly odd.
"And then I wake up, So?"
"So? So what?"
"So interpret."
"Well.... I don't know,...I'm sure it doesn't mean anything, It's just a combination of thoughts you know, Dad, Sherry, Luke, hungry....."
"Yeah okay." Lorelai wasn't satisfied with the answer but at least it was something.
"I've been having some whacked dreams too."
"OOH dirty?" Now slightly distracted for her thoughts as her daughter mentioned a dream.
"No."
"Just checking"
"Sounded like you were hoping"
"Continue."
"Well I'm in my bedroom listening to music when this guy...."
"This sounds dirty."
"It's not."
"Then what's a guy doing in your room?"
"A whacked dream by definition doesn't make sense."
"Is whacked even in the dictionary?"
"I don't know, anyway back to the dream."
"Yes please."
"There's this guy in my room, But I can't see his face..."
"Ah, faceless man very Creed."
"Creed?"
"Buy a CD instead of a book sometime."
"Blasphemy."
"Sacrilege."
"Ugh, anyway, it's perfectly normal for him to be faceless."
"And In your room."
"And in my room, and he comes and sits on my bed...."
"I thought you said this wasn't dirty."
"It's not."
"Guy, bed. Sounds dirty to me."
"If it was dirty do you honestly think I'd tell you about it?"
"Ugh, you wouldn't tell me about your dirty dreams? I'm hurt I'm, injured, I'm wounded......"
"I'm stopping."
".....I'm shutting up"
"And then he kisses me."
"Faceless man?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"I wake up before it gets anywhere."
"Ah, so you want it to lead somewhere eh?"
"Mom."
"You do, You so do."
"Mom stop that or I'm hanging up."
"Okay I'm sorry, I guess the sandman's on crack lately."
"But why would the stars hollow sandman travel all the way to Washington just to give me Creed dreams?"
"Creed dreams?"
"Faclessman, things that don't make sense....."
"Oh."
"The distance has really separated us."
"Uh, I dunno maybe you're special."
"In a drug induced way?"
"Possibly."
"Well whatever, All I know is that confusion sucks."
"I always knew you were the wise one."
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[opening credits] [If you're on the road feeling lonely and so cold...... HA made you sing it in your head]
Rory tried to keep from dosing off, again while listening to yet another key note speaker, the task at hand would have been a whole lot easier if her mother hadn't called so early. Sadly Rory got only two hours of sleep after that instead of her usual four. As her vision faltered and her lashes fluttered, she tried to keep from falling over by slouching down in her seat, something she'd done, what seemed like a thousand times now. Paris elbowed her in the side to keep her from leaning her tired body on her, and Rory snapped her eyes open extra wide to keep awake, but her eyelids only burned in response. Suddenly finding it impossible to pay attention, she gave into temptation and shut her lids to keep them from burning off.
Rory had been in Washington for three weeks now, with three to go, and though she and Paris has essentially called a truce that first night she slept over, Rory was getting tired of playing the nice card to make sure Paris didn't flip out on her. Once she got to her dorm and was officially settled, she called her Mom to complain about her home sickness, Though Rory enjoyed adventure, she couldn't help but miss the quirkiness of her hometown, and the people there. She missed her mom she missed Luke and his coffee, she missed Jess, and though she was confused, and thought the space would do her good she found it to be more like solitary confinement than a sabbatical. Running away from her problems seemed to merely bring back thoughts of Jess and how he must have felt after the accident, and how he felt now. She wanted to just forget it all, and quit caring about him, and what she'd done, but she couldn't get past the emotional side of things. She kept thinking about how sweet the kiss had been, the momentary release of angst, the three second rapture she'd experienced with him. They way he'd kissed her back so quickly and willingly, as if it was something he had to control, like he genuinely wanted, and felt the same things she did, and just as strongly. Rory, felt a twinge of regret strike her heart as she pictured him now. All slouchy and perfect, she laughed at her choice of words, those two usually didn't go together but with Jess, it fit. She wanted him with her so badly, she wanted him to attack her choice of books and comment on how nice she looked, to suddenly go off topic if he didn't feel like answering her, hell to annoy her. To jump start her brain the way no one could, not even Dean. Ah, another thought, Dean. She hadn't talked to him since the day she got here. She didn't really think about him much, except when she was worrying about the fact she didn't think about him. She kind of wanted him to disappear, even though he was sweet, cute and loyal..... he was complicating things. She really didn't want to hurt him, he loved her so much and he did nothing to deserve what she did to him. I mean, his jealousy did get a tad annoying, but he was seventeen, still a kid, though she wasn't. Rory admitted she was slightly more mature than the average seventeen year old, and sometimes that got in the way of their relationship. She sighed a heavy sigh, as her mind fogged over with too many thoughts for her liking, and was met by the stares of several people sitting around her. She grinned sheepishly, and re-adjusted her self in her seat, this time stretching her back out, which after all the slouching, popped loudly. More stares. Rory merely glared at their curiosity, and tilted her head back. Suddenly an idea popped into her head, a way that she could get out of here and not have to be so still. She leaned over and mouthed to Paris. " I'm going to the bathroom." Paris frowned but merely nodded and went back to the notes she was taking, but as Rory got up to leave the room she winced when her shoes clicked loudly on the floor as she left. She picked up her heels in attempt to soften the sound but, it was replaced with heavy thuds, way too tired to think of anything else she continued on her way out the door with no thought to how it was affecting the audience.
Outside Rory wandered around the large historical building where they housed the lecture, and passed by a clock, 3:45 she noted, fifteen more minutes until she could leave, and crawl into that warm, soft, cozy, comfy, lazy, fluffy bed of hers and get some sleep. "Mmm, sleep." Rory mumbled at the pleasant thought, she closed her eyes to get a better picture, when she started to topple off to sleep, just barely catching herself on the wall, she came to the conclusion that cold water might help her drowsy state. Sleepily wandering to the bathroom, she went to reach for a paper towel when her hands met up with a cold porcelain object, " Of course, no paper towels, just those stupid heater thingys that don't even get your hands dry they just make the water warm and more visible when you wipe it on your clothes cause there's nothing else." Rory sighed, annoyed and went into a stall, for some toilet paper, when she again almost dosed off, taking a seat on the commode, she locked the stall door, thinking this was as good a place as any to catch a two second nap. I mean she already told Paris this was where she'd be so..... If she was suddenly struck down by some sudden illness at least they'd know where to find her. She let her lids slowly close as sleep overtook her.
Rory sat in her bed , Walkman on blaring Barenaked Ladies and singing In those tuneless off key spurts the way people do when they can't hear themselves when she saw him: She watched as his long dark figure neared the edge of her bed, silently wondering why he was here so late , and if something was wrong. But as if knowing her thoughts he shook his head to tell her everything was fine.
She slid her headphones off her ears to give him her full attention, so the only sounds in the room were, the wind sneaking in through the slightly open window tugging at the drapes and the slight leaking of sound from the now discarded headphones. He sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her and Rory felt and intoxicating warmth radiate from him and it sent the side of her body into fits of tingles. She shuddered at the sensation and he couldn't help but notice. In attempt to soothe her quivering body, Slowly he slid his arms over her sides to meet warmly at her back. She shivered at the touch and both were encircled in a warm haze sprinkled with tingles. In response Rory wrapped her arms around his neck pulling them closer. Chest to chest. She could feel him breathing against her. His racing heart and hers. She looked into his eyes. Both had a connection so deep no words were necessary. She glanced down at his lips and he knowingly flicked his tongue out to moisten them. Raising her eyes to his she slowly closed them as he inched closer.
His lips brushed against hers and it struck something in her like flint stones. She was burning up with all the emotions she tasted. Pain, need, passion, the things you feel when you love someone so deeply you ache. When you're just content to bask it their presence, breath in their sent and revel in their touch. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip when
BANG BANG BANG " Rory are you in there? Cause I'm leaving with or without you."
Rory snapped awake and lifted her head off the toilet paper dispenser she had apparently been resting her head on , and suddenly took in what was going on, slightly annoyed that her dream was interrupted, she was about to snap something back but, softened again at the thought of going home and getting some real sleep. Still slightly groggy, she frowned at the light when she opened her eyes, and managed a : "Nnnmmmmugh." which Paris took as conformation that she was in there.
"5 minutes then I'm leaving."
Rory merely rolled her eyes and stood up slowly, straitened her dress and walked to the bus, ignoring the people that eyed her wrinkly sleep/toilet paper marks.
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Once Rory got home she tried to go to sleep, but no matter how hard she tried or how tired she was, she couldn't help but think about that dream, the one she wished she could finish, this was the fourth time she'd had the dream and she was getting nowhere nearer to understanding what it meant. She angrily opened her eyes to scan the ceiling for interesting marks when she gave up rolled over and called Lane. After a brief but irritating conversation with Ms. Kim about whether or not she was drinking, when Rory slipped and joked about keg parties, she finally got to talk to Lane.
"Lane, I had the dream again."
"Again? Oh my god Is he any clearer?"
"Well I-"
"Wait let me get out your file...."
"I have a File?"
"Yes."
"You?, Have a file on me?"
"Yeah."
"With my name one it and Address and Phobia on it?"
"Yes, I mean, No."
"Which is it yes or no?"
"Yes I do I do have a File. No It doesn't have all you personal info in it, Just the stuff about you dreams, what the guy has looked like, and who we thought it was and stuff, So just let me find it..."
"Oh,......Whoa wait, Find it, how many files do you have just lying around your room?"
"HELLO, I have other friends too you know."
"Oh, yeah.. wait no, Other friends? When did this happen?"
"Well not other friends, per say, well just a few-two cyber friends, and you do have a rather large file...."
[defensive] "Well if it's so big, then it shouldn't be that hard to find."
"Not necessarily, After a while, It got so ridiculously big, that I had to split it up into Sections, Then I had to number them, and re-file them and-"
"Sounds pretty complex."
"It is."
"Hey, why is my file so big?"
"Well because you've had this dream more times than... AHA!"
"What?"
" I found the Rory file."
"Oh,...... so more times than what?"
"Hm?"
" You started to say something and then you found the 'Rory file'. What was it?"
"Oh I don't remember."
"Yeah okay."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing what? What are you saying?"
"Nothing."
"What were you saying?"
"Nothing I'm saying the same nothing you are."
"Okay whatever."
"Fine whatever." [silence]
"Okay enough meanness, Lets start over."
"Okay."
"Lane I had the dream again"
"Oh my god is it any clearer?"
"Well nothing big , I heard the Walkman"
"And?"
"Barenaked Ladies"
"Barenaked Ladies ?"
"Yup"
"Why"
"I dunno"
"You like them? I won't hold it against if you do"
"There's something annoyingly intriguing about them, yes."
"Boy, You're articulate when it come to music"
"Well you're psychotic when it come to music"
"It's a very influential thing"
"Not if you handle it wisely"
"This conversation has turned very "point counterpoint" "
"Lane you ignorant slut"
[silence]
"Sorry it was just there"
"All right so what does this mean?"
"I have even less of an idea than when I dreamed it."
"Interesting."
"What?" [silence] "Forget it?"
"Yup."
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After a seemingly endless conversation with Lane about what the other was talking about, Rory finally got her long awaited sleep, which was once again interrupted by Paris. " Hey get up, diners at six and it's 5:30 now,"
Rory blinked her eyes slowly so she could focus on the intense girl before her, But frowned at the image of leaving her bed. She was about to roll over and try to get back to sleep, when her stomach growled. * How perfectly convenient Even half awake it was easy to be sarcastic. Seeing no way around dinner, Rory sat up quickly hitting her head on the bunk above her, she stifled a curse word and merely glared at the offensive metal before her as she got up and stumbled her way to the bathroom.
"Well that was graceful."
Rory ignored Paris' jab and continued on her way to get dressed.
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Meanwhile on the other side of the world Lorelai, was just getting home when she crashed into something hard on her way inside, Looking down to identify the tiny wall, she found a familiar box.
"Ugh, Bert. What are you doing here?" Bert of course didn't answer and Lorelai scowled at the silence. "Oh so you hate me now too?" [silence]
"Well fine if you're not going to be adult about it..." As you can guess Lorelai and Luke still hadn't made up, much to her addiction's dismay, and debatable, her own. Though she hated to admit it, she missed him desperately, but every time she tried to make up, he would act all adult, and that made her crazy. She liked behaving like a child, but in this situation childlike behavior wouldn't help, in fact it's what got her in this mess in the first place. As inconvenient as it is, it was a common habit to, when in trouble, revert back to her spoiled days and point a finger. And this time she pointed her spoiled finger at Luke. Why did he have to be so sweet and responsible, and adult, He was just so IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lorelai sighed and hit her head against the wall. Didn't he know she was trying, it seemed like all of the sudden he didn't know her at all. Why did he take her words so seriously? She was never serious, well maybe sometimes, but he should know the difference between serious and not. After all he was the adult one. "UGH ADULT! " Lorelai growled at the vicious circle this fight had stuck her brain in, and continued on her way to the kitchen where she would eat some less than satisfying food that would distract her from all Luke thoughts for the moment until, she pictured the delicious and way more edible heavenly food at Lukes, and then the circle would begin anew.
She opened a cabinet door to search for Pop tarts when a knock came at the door. Lorelai, searched her brain to figure out who might be knocking, Sookie was still on her honeymoon, Lane wouldn't come over cause Rory's not here, same for Dean, Luke was still mad at her Ugh Luke! Lorelai ignored the annoying circle in her head and stumbled to the door to answer it when she again ran into Bert. UGH LUKE!!! She slid the toolbox over to get to the door and swung it open, Lorelai's eyes opened wide and her breath caught in her throat as a thousand memories washed over her when she saw him.
"Christopher." She whispered.
He merely looked puzzled at her grief. As much as Lorelai wanted to be glad to see him, part of her was disappointed not to see Luke standing there. After a few seconds of staring Lorelai silently ushered him in and he took a seat on the sofa. Lorelai sat opposite him on the coffee table.
"So uh,..wha. um what are you doing here?"
" I needed to see you."
"So what you could, bring up old and painful memories, to disappoint me again, to uh, hurt me again, to make me crazy.." She was starting to cry now. " To rip the scab off the giant paper cut you gave me and stick your FINGER IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Lor, I.."
" You what, want me to chase you? I'm done chasing you I'm done trying to be friends with you, I'm done being supportive of you..."
"Lorelai, Sherry won't take me back."
Lorelai, just stared at him, Someone she wanted so much was standing right in front of her and she had very possibly just ruined her last chance to be with him.
Chris on the other hand looked to have been expecting this to be her reaction, and waited patiently, until about this point, her silence, to continue on with what he had to say.
"Lorelai, I know I don't have the best track record but, with the leaving and the letting down, but, I have never ever in all these years stopped loving you, it's a very cheesy love ballad kind of emotion. Sherry's pregnancy was just another bump along the road to the wonderful thing all this mess was worth." Lorelai was crying now, but not quite sure why.
"I love you and I want to marry you and though I know you might not be ready." That was enough, Lorelai was to the breaking point, she leaned over and connected their lips kissing him soundly, Chris wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer to him onto the couch, Neither had any idea where this was leading, but both knew it felt good for now.
Pairing: R/J
Disclaimer: No I do not own gilmore girls or any of the charectors; they belong the ASP and the WB, I also don't own Seaseme street,superman,or anything else I make references to. But I am The proud owner of the folowing:
The term Cheesecake kisses A Bootsy Clone who funny enough is named Kirk Lukes old baseball cap The asses of both Christopher Reeve and Dean Cain Milo Ventamigaila's Slack jaw and dimples [we know you have em babe] The crazy chick who copys all of Lorelai's clothes and only slightly alters them and has her wear them for another three eps' Head on my wall The bag of flower Tristan dropped, ooh and his smirk Lorelai's glasses And the ciggarette of Jess' that Luke through out the window [ ya know in Nick and Nora/ Sid and Nancy] Got a good siliva sample- clone should be done in a few minutes *Ding* Ooh, gotta go Milo Meriano's Fresh out of the oven and oh so tastey[ has a nice ring to it Milo meriano?]
Distribution: Sure, but please ask
Summary: After a welcome home party Luke and lorelai get into a sticky situation, meanwhile Jess and Rory try to find out what they want while who that want is hurting them.
Spoilers: from"Teach me tonight" to the season three rumors floating around
Author's Note: Oh as you can tell If you read my long-ass Disclamer,I'm a Torn Jess/Tristan fan and so I'm writing two versions of this fic, just so ya know. And Please ignore any typos you may find, no one's perfect people so be kind.
Another AN: Okay I wrote this in this kind of cross between transcript and bookscript, It's different but if it gets confusing tell me and I'll pick one.
Man Of Steel, Buns of Steel
Lorelai woke with a start from a rather unnerving dream, anxious for advice she dove for the phone to call her daughter in Washington.
Meanwhile Rory, thouroghly enjoying her short four hours of sleep, grimaced when the shrill sound of her sell phone woke her. She barely managed a groggy "Hello?" Before Lorelai cut in.
"Have I ever slept with Luke?"
"What?" Rory was completely awake now though not sure if her ears were.
"Have I ever to your knowledge slept with Luke?"
"No but I don't think you would tell me if you had... What happened?"
"Well I had this dream..."
"Oh a dream" Now she was interested.
"Well I had this dream where, I'm me"
"Of course"
"And I wake up and go downstairs and Luke is cooking"
"Luke?"
"Yeah but the weird thing is, I'm not thinking, 'Yay, How convenient Now I don't have to leave the house and walk all the way to Luke's for breakfast.' I'm thinking 'Oh no, He might see me in my pajamas."
"Weird"
"I know, Oh, and then he kisses me."
"Should I be ' Woooooo' ing right about now?"
"Uh, no but then he starts talking to my stomach..."
"Like: 'HELLOO, LA, LA, LA' ?"
"No not in a funny Seinfeild way, but in a 'Aw wittle baby are you hungry?' kind of way"
"Luke said 'wittle' ?" Rory fought the mental picture for her mothers sake.
"He didn't actually say 'wittle' it was more of a ' hey good morning little tyke'. "
"OH, okay." Better but still slightly odd.
"And then I wake up, So?"
"So? So what?"
"So interpret."
"Well.... I don't know,...I'm sure it doesn't mean anything, It's just a combination of thoughts you know, Dad, Sherry, Luke, hungry....."
"Yeah okay." Lorelai wasn't satisfied with the answer but at least it was something.
"I've been having some whacked dreams too."
"OOH dirty?" Now slightly distracted for her thoughts as her daughter mentioned a dream.
"No."
"Just checking"
"Sounded like you were hoping"
"Continue."
"Well I'm in my bedroom listening to music when this guy...."
"This sounds dirty."
"It's not."
"Then what's a guy doing in your room?"
"A whacked dream by definition doesn't make sense."
"Is whacked even in the dictionary?"
"I don't know, anyway back to the dream."
"Yes please."
"There's this guy in my room, But I can't see his face..."
"Ah, faceless man very Creed."
"Creed?"
"Buy a CD instead of a book sometime."
"Blasphemy."
"Sacrilege."
"Ugh, anyway, it's perfectly normal for him to be faceless."
"And In your room."
"And in my room, and he comes and sits on my bed...."
"I thought you said this wasn't dirty."
"It's not."
"Guy, bed. Sounds dirty to me."
"If it was dirty do you honestly think I'd tell you about it?"
"Ugh, you wouldn't tell me about your dirty dreams? I'm hurt I'm, injured, I'm wounded......"
"I'm stopping."
".....I'm shutting up"
"And then he kisses me."
"Faceless man?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"I wake up before it gets anywhere."
"Ah, so you want it to lead somewhere eh?"
"Mom."
"You do, You so do."
"Mom stop that or I'm hanging up."
"Okay I'm sorry, I guess the sandman's on crack lately."
"But why would the stars hollow sandman travel all the way to Washington just to give me Creed dreams?"
"Creed dreams?"
"Faclessman, things that don't make sense....."
"Oh."
"The distance has really separated us."
"Uh, I dunno maybe you're special."
"In a drug induced way?"
"Possibly."
"Well whatever, All I know is that confusion sucks."
"I always knew you were the wise one."
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[opening credits] [If you're on the road feeling lonely and so cold...... HA made you sing it in your head]
Rory tried to keep from dosing off, again while listening to yet another key note speaker, the task at hand would have been a whole lot easier if her mother hadn't called so early. Sadly Rory got only two hours of sleep after that instead of her usual four. As her vision faltered and her lashes fluttered, she tried to keep from falling over by slouching down in her seat, something she'd done, what seemed like a thousand times now. Paris elbowed her in the side to keep her from leaning her tired body on her, and Rory snapped her eyes open extra wide to keep awake, but her eyelids only burned in response. Suddenly finding it impossible to pay attention, she gave into temptation and shut her lids to keep them from burning off.
Rory had been in Washington for three weeks now, with three to go, and though she and Paris has essentially called a truce that first night she slept over, Rory was getting tired of playing the nice card to make sure Paris didn't flip out on her. Once she got to her dorm and was officially settled, she called her Mom to complain about her home sickness, Though Rory enjoyed adventure, she couldn't help but miss the quirkiness of her hometown, and the people there. She missed her mom she missed Luke and his coffee, she missed Jess, and though she was confused, and thought the space would do her good she found it to be more like solitary confinement than a sabbatical. Running away from her problems seemed to merely bring back thoughts of Jess and how he must have felt after the accident, and how he felt now. She wanted to just forget it all, and quit caring about him, and what she'd done, but she couldn't get past the emotional side of things. She kept thinking about how sweet the kiss had been, the momentary release of angst, the three second rapture she'd experienced with him. They way he'd kissed her back so quickly and willingly, as if it was something he had to control, like he genuinely wanted, and felt the same things she did, and just as strongly. Rory, felt a twinge of regret strike her heart as she pictured him now. All slouchy and perfect, she laughed at her choice of words, those two usually didn't go together but with Jess, it fit. She wanted him with her so badly, she wanted him to attack her choice of books and comment on how nice she looked, to suddenly go off topic if he didn't feel like answering her, hell to annoy her. To jump start her brain the way no one could, not even Dean. Ah, another thought, Dean. She hadn't talked to him since the day she got here. She didn't really think about him much, except when she was worrying about the fact she didn't think about him. She kind of wanted him to disappear, even though he was sweet, cute and loyal..... he was complicating things. She really didn't want to hurt him, he loved her so much and he did nothing to deserve what she did to him. I mean, his jealousy did get a tad annoying, but he was seventeen, still a kid, though she wasn't. Rory admitted she was slightly more mature than the average seventeen year old, and sometimes that got in the way of their relationship. She sighed a heavy sigh, as her mind fogged over with too many thoughts for her liking, and was met by the stares of several people sitting around her. She grinned sheepishly, and re-adjusted her self in her seat, this time stretching her back out, which after all the slouching, popped loudly. More stares. Rory merely glared at their curiosity, and tilted her head back. Suddenly an idea popped into her head, a way that she could get out of here and not have to be so still. She leaned over and mouthed to Paris. " I'm going to the bathroom." Paris frowned but merely nodded and went back to the notes she was taking, but as Rory got up to leave the room she winced when her shoes clicked loudly on the floor as she left. She picked up her heels in attempt to soften the sound but, it was replaced with heavy thuds, way too tired to think of anything else she continued on her way out the door with no thought to how it was affecting the audience.
Outside Rory wandered around the large historical building where they housed the lecture, and passed by a clock, 3:45 she noted, fifteen more minutes until she could leave, and crawl into that warm, soft, cozy, comfy, lazy, fluffy bed of hers and get some sleep. "Mmm, sleep." Rory mumbled at the pleasant thought, she closed her eyes to get a better picture, when she started to topple off to sleep, just barely catching herself on the wall, she came to the conclusion that cold water might help her drowsy state. Sleepily wandering to the bathroom, she went to reach for a paper towel when her hands met up with a cold porcelain object, " Of course, no paper towels, just those stupid heater thingys that don't even get your hands dry they just make the water warm and more visible when you wipe it on your clothes cause there's nothing else." Rory sighed, annoyed and went into a stall, for some toilet paper, when she again almost dosed off, taking a seat on the commode, she locked the stall door, thinking this was as good a place as any to catch a two second nap. I mean she already told Paris this was where she'd be so..... If she was suddenly struck down by some sudden illness at least they'd know where to find her. She let her lids slowly close as sleep overtook her.
Rory sat in her bed , Walkman on blaring Barenaked Ladies and singing In those tuneless off key spurts the way people do when they can't hear themselves when she saw him: She watched as his long dark figure neared the edge of her bed, silently wondering why he was here so late , and if something was wrong. But as if knowing her thoughts he shook his head to tell her everything was fine.
She slid her headphones off her ears to give him her full attention, so the only sounds in the room were, the wind sneaking in through the slightly open window tugging at the drapes and the slight leaking of sound from the now discarded headphones. He sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her and Rory felt and intoxicating warmth radiate from him and it sent the side of her body into fits of tingles. She shuddered at the sensation and he couldn't help but notice. In attempt to soothe her quivering body, Slowly he slid his arms over her sides to meet warmly at her back. She shivered at the touch and both were encircled in a warm haze sprinkled with tingles. In response Rory wrapped her arms around his neck pulling them closer. Chest to chest. She could feel him breathing against her. His racing heart and hers. She looked into his eyes. Both had a connection so deep no words were necessary. She glanced down at his lips and he knowingly flicked his tongue out to moisten them. Raising her eyes to his she slowly closed them as he inched closer.
His lips brushed against hers and it struck something in her like flint stones. She was burning up with all the emotions she tasted. Pain, need, passion, the things you feel when you love someone so deeply you ache. When you're just content to bask it their presence, breath in their sent and revel in their touch. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip when
BANG BANG BANG " Rory are you in there? Cause I'm leaving with or without you."
Rory snapped awake and lifted her head off the toilet paper dispenser she had apparently been resting her head on , and suddenly took in what was going on, slightly annoyed that her dream was interrupted, she was about to snap something back but, softened again at the thought of going home and getting some real sleep. Still slightly groggy, she frowned at the light when she opened her eyes, and managed a : "Nnnmmmmugh." which Paris took as conformation that she was in there.
"5 minutes then I'm leaving."
Rory merely rolled her eyes and stood up slowly, straitened her dress and walked to the bus, ignoring the people that eyed her wrinkly sleep/toilet paper marks.
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Once Rory got home she tried to go to sleep, but no matter how hard she tried or how tired she was, she couldn't help but think about that dream, the one she wished she could finish, this was the fourth time she'd had the dream and she was getting nowhere nearer to understanding what it meant. She angrily opened her eyes to scan the ceiling for interesting marks when she gave up rolled over and called Lane. After a brief but irritating conversation with Ms. Kim about whether or not she was drinking, when Rory slipped and joked about keg parties, she finally got to talk to Lane.
"Lane, I had the dream again."
"Again? Oh my god Is he any clearer?"
"Well I-"
"Wait let me get out your file...."
"I have a File?"
"Yes."
"You?, Have a file on me?"
"Yeah."
"With my name one it and Address and Phobia on it?"
"Yes, I mean, No."
"Which is it yes or no?"
"Yes I do I do have a File. No It doesn't have all you personal info in it, Just the stuff about you dreams, what the guy has looked like, and who we thought it was and stuff, So just let me find it..."
"Oh,......Whoa wait, Find it, how many files do you have just lying around your room?"
"HELLO, I have other friends too you know."
"Oh, yeah.. wait no, Other friends? When did this happen?"
"Well not other friends, per say, well just a few-two cyber friends, and you do have a rather large file...."
[defensive] "Well if it's so big, then it shouldn't be that hard to find."
"Not necessarily, After a while, It got so ridiculously big, that I had to split it up into Sections, Then I had to number them, and re-file them and-"
"Sounds pretty complex."
"It is."
"Hey, why is my file so big?"
"Well because you've had this dream more times than... AHA!"
"What?"
" I found the Rory file."
"Oh,...... so more times than what?"
"Hm?"
" You started to say something and then you found the 'Rory file'. What was it?"
"Oh I don't remember."
"Yeah okay."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing what? What are you saying?"
"Nothing."
"What were you saying?"
"Nothing I'm saying the same nothing you are."
"Okay whatever."
"Fine whatever." [silence]
"Okay enough meanness, Lets start over."
"Okay."
"Lane I had the dream again"
"Oh my god is it any clearer?"
"Well nothing big , I heard the Walkman"
"And?"
"Barenaked Ladies"
"Barenaked Ladies ?"
"Yup"
"Why"
"I dunno"
"You like them? I won't hold it against if you do"
"There's something annoyingly intriguing about them, yes."
"Boy, You're articulate when it come to music"
"Well you're psychotic when it come to music"
"It's a very influential thing"
"Not if you handle it wisely"
"This conversation has turned very "point counterpoint" "
"Lane you ignorant slut"
[silence]
"Sorry it was just there"
"All right so what does this mean?"
"I have even less of an idea than when I dreamed it."
"Interesting."
"What?" [silence] "Forget it?"
"Yup."
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After a seemingly endless conversation with Lane about what the other was talking about, Rory finally got her long awaited sleep, which was once again interrupted by Paris. " Hey get up, diners at six and it's 5:30 now,"
Rory blinked her eyes slowly so she could focus on the intense girl before her, But frowned at the image of leaving her bed. She was about to roll over and try to get back to sleep, when her stomach growled. * How perfectly convenient Even half awake it was easy to be sarcastic. Seeing no way around dinner, Rory sat up quickly hitting her head on the bunk above her, she stifled a curse word and merely glared at the offensive metal before her as she got up and stumbled her way to the bathroom.
"Well that was graceful."
Rory ignored Paris' jab and continued on her way to get dressed.
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Meanwhile on the other side of the world Lorelai, was just getting home when she crashed into something hard on her way inside, Looking down to identify the tiny wall, she found a familiar box.
"Ugh, Bert. What are you doing here?" Bert of course didn't answer and Lorelai scowled at the silence. "Oh so you hate me now too?" [silence]
"Well fine if you're not going to be adult about it..." As you can guess Lorelai and Luke still hadn't made up, much to her addiction's dismay, and debatable, her own. Though she hated to admit it, she missed him desperately, but every time she tried to make up, he would act all adult, and that made her crazy. She liked behaving like a child, but in this situation childlike behavior wouldn't help, in fact it's what got her in this mess in the first place. As inconvenient as it is, it was a common habit to, when in trouble, revert back to her spoiled days and point a finger. And this time she pointed her spoiled finger at Luke. Why did he have to be so sweet and responsible, and adult, He was just so IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lorelai sighed and hit her head against the wall. Didn't he know she was trying, it seemed like all of the sudden he didn't know her at all. Why did he take her words so seriously? She was never serious, well maybe sometimes, but he should know the difference between serious and not. After all he was the adult one. "UGH ADULT! " Lorelai growled at the vicious circle this fight had stuck her brain in, and continued on her way to the kitchen where she would eat some less than satisfying food that would distract her from all Luke thoughts for the moment until, she pictured the delicious and way more edible heavenly food at Lukes, and then the circle would begin anew.
She opened a cabinet door to search for Pop tarts when a knock came at the door. Lorelai, searched her brain to figure out who might be knocking, Sookie was still on her honeymoon, Lane wouldn't come over cause Rory's not here, same for Dean, Luke was still mad at her Ugh Luke! Lorelai ignored the annoying circle in her head and stumbled to the door to answer it when she again ran into Bert. UGH LUKE!!! She slid the toolbox over to get to the door and swung it open, Lorelai's eyes opened wide and her breath caught in her throat as a thousand memories washed over her when she saw him.
"Christopher." She whispered.
He merely looked puzzled at her grief. As much as Lorelai wanted to be glad to see him, part of her was disappointed not to see Luke standing there. After a few seconds of staring Lorelai silently ushered him in and he took a seat on the sofa. Lorelai sat opposite him on the coffee table.
"So uh,..wha. um what are you doing here?"
" I needed to see you."
"So what you could, bring up old and painful memories, to disappoint me again, to uh, hurt me again, to make me crazy.." She was starting to cry now. " To rip the scab off the giant paper cut you gave me and stick your FINGER IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Lor, I.."
" You what, want me to chase you? I'm done chasing you I'm done trying to be friends with you, I'm done being supportive of you..."
"Lorelai, Sherry won't take me back."
Lorelai, just stared at him, Someone she wanted so much was standing right in front of her and she had very possibly just ruined her last chance to be with him.
Chris on the other hand looked to have been expecting this to be her reaction, and waited patiently, until about this point, her silence, to continue on with what he had to say.
"Lorelai, I know I don't have the best track record but, with the leaving and the letting down, but, I have never ever in all these years stopped loving you, it's a very cheesy love ballad kind of emotion. Sherry's pregnancy was just another bump along the road to the wonderful thing all this mess was worth." Lorelai was crying now, but not quite sure why.
"I love you and I want to marry you and though I know you might not be ready." That was enough, Lorelai was to the breaking point, she leaned over and connected their lips kissing him soundly, Chris wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer to him onto the couch, Neither had any idea where this was leading, but both knew it felt good for now.