Title: Like A Gilmore

Author: QueSera87

Rating: M

Summary: After 19-year-old Jill's life is destroyed due to Hurricane Rita, in attempts to hitch hike to New Jersey to find her only living family member, she ends up in Stars Hollow. Lorelai finds that she and Jill have a lot in common and invites Jill to stay with her. Who knew there could be another fun, witty girl SO much like the Gilmore's? Enter Jess, who also finds he has a lot in common with Jill, and he wants to get to know her better. MUCH better. )

Pairings: Jess/Jill. Java Junkie.

Setting: This season. Rory is at Harvard; Luke and Lorelai are together; Jill will be staying with Lorelai; Jess comes back to town.

Warnings: Contains a rape attempt, adult language and sexual themes/scenes.

Comments and constructive criticism are always encouraged, but please no flaming! )

xXxXx

Finding the Dragonfly

xXxXx

With her thumb up in the air feeling rather foolish, Jill expelled a sigh of relief as an eighteen wheeler backed up and came to a slow but definite stop. She fidgeted as the large husky man from behind the wheel pushed the door open.

"Where to?" He asked.

"New Jersey," Jill responded.

"I'm headed that way...get in if you want."

Jill didn't stop to think twice about the guy. She was really tired of walking and it had gotten dark over an hour ago, so in efforts to keep moving she threw her two bags into the truck and climbed inside.

"Name's Mac."

"I'm Jill."

They drove a couple miles in silence. Jill looked out the window. In it's reflection she could see that Mac was stealing a few glances at her. He was a hard, built, grungy man. The typical truck driver appearance she concluded.

She shivered. It was cold outside. It must have been under thirty degrees.

"Running away?" Mac broke the silence.

"No. Not at all" Jill shifted

"Then what's your story?"

"Hurricane." Jill stated flatly, almost mechanically. "Hurricane Rita destroyed my house, and killed my family."

"You kidding?" Mac raised an eyebrow.

"I wish." Jill whispered, trying to ignore the hurt that came with the mentioning of it. She was not over the trauma that had forever changed her life, and she certainly did not take kindly to anyone acting like Hurricane Rita was some kind of joke.

"Hey now," Mac started in defense, "I'm sorry. That's rough. So you're a Louisiana girl?"

"No, Texas...Houston" Jill responded quietly.

"Ah. So how'd you escape?" Mac pressed as he eyed the girl.

Jill was very pretty. She seemed about 19 or so, and had long layered chestnut colored hair that framed her face. She had beautiful hazel eyes that seemed to have once sparkled, and a body that wasn't a stick figure like the anorexic models Hollywood was displaying on the front of magazines.

She looked good. Mac guessed she was around 5'2 and noticed her petite build with nice curves in all the right places.

"I was away at college." Jill looked back out the window. "I watched the whole disaster unleash on TV, but I had no idea the winds would actually reach my part of town. Then I got the phone call."

"Oh," Mac muttered. "So, why New Jersey?"

"I can't go back to school. Can't pay tuition. The IRS took every penny my parent's had left. Turns out Dad owed some money... I have an uncle in New Jersey. He's the only family I've got left."

Jill sighed when they passed the Connecticut border. She was getting closer.

Her eyes were getting heavy. She had walked along the highway for most of the day. It was hard to get people to pick up hitch hikers these days. It was too dangerous. She tried to blink away the sleepiness that had overwhelmed her, but failed to do so as her head rested against the window and she fell into a deep sleep.

xXxXx

Jill awoke to the silence and stillness of the truck. She no longer felt the rhythmic rattle of the pavement moving beneath her. She opened her eyes and saw Mac leaning towards her.

"Why'd we stop?" Jill jumped, growing aware that Mac was very close to her.

"It was time for a break." Mac smiled as he leaned over her.

"So we're getting out?" Jill reached for the door handle.

"Not so much," Mac replied as he grabbed her hand and forced it down. Jill heard the sound of the doors lock, and her fears were confirmed.

She was in serious trouble.

"Let go of me." Jill protested somewhat calmly as she tried to push Mac away with her free hand.

"Hey now, DON'T mess with me!" Mac threatened as he grabbed the cigarette burner from his truck and pointed it threateningly over Jill's free arm.

Jill, now in panic, tried again to push him off of her and gasped when she felt the searing pain in her arm as Mac branded her with the burner.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Come on Honey, just relax, and we'll have some fun..." Mac leaned forward and pressed his weight against the girl so that she couldn't really move. He let go of her arm and started to push the hem of her shirt up to her breasts.

"Please stop it!" Jill begged. "I..I'll give you my wallet..or, or anything, but please, " she flinched as she felt his hand find it's way under her bra, while the other made it's way down to her zipper, "STOP IT!"

"Make me," Mac grinned wickedly as he leaned down to kiss her.

Jill's protests were put to a stop when she felt Mac's lips crash against her own. His tongue forced it's way into her mouth and when she tried to scream, he just forced the kiss deeper until Jill thought she might choke.

She tried to push him off of her. The only muscle left in her body that didn't seem tied down was her right foot. She shifted and tried to position it right where she wanted. She only had one chance. Jill mustered all the power within her, and kicked as hard as she could, right into Mac's crotch.

He jumped back and grabbed his stomach in pain. "SHIT! You little bitch!"

That was Jill's only chance. She reached back and unlocked the door, kicked Mac again and rolled out of the truck with only one of her bags at hand. She hit the wet pavement with a painful thud. She had forgotten how high up she had been sitting. She scrambled up and started running into the forest forgetting her other bag. She had no idea where she was going and she didn't care. She just kept running like her life depended on it.

"I'LL FIND YOU, HOUSTON! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" She heard Mac yell behind her.

She wasn't sure if he was chasing her or not, but the thought just made her run faster.

xXxXx

Jill kept running even though she felt like a small fire had started in her chest. The woods were dark and creepy, and she felt like anything could jump out at her at any given moment. She tripped over a tree root and tumbled to the ground. She bounced back up and noticed a small light glowing off in the distance.

She headed in that direction, growing more and more hopeful as the light grew brighter and brighter. She finally came to the back of an old Victorian building where a few cute little gas lamps were burning to set an elegant decor. She stopped to catch her breath and nearly fell over from exhaustion.

"What had just happened?" She had so many emotions running though her- confusion, exhaustion, pure terror..not to mention violation. Jill felt dirty. She tried not to think about Mac's hands. Where they had been... where they had been trying to go…

She shook the thought out of her head and walked around to the front of the building.

"The Dragonfly Inn" announced a sign that hung along the front of the building's exterior. Jill took a deep breath, pushed her hair back behind her ears, and went inside.

Michel was the first to notice the girl. She looked a mess and he doubted she was in the right place.

"Excuse me Miss, Can I help you?" he asked.

Jill jumped, not seeing him approach her. "Um, I'm not sure." she replied staring at the ground.

Lorelai was behind the counter shuffling paper work when she saw the girl and she stopped, becoming interested in the new guest. The poor thing looked scared to death and the look on her face was evidence enough that Michel was not helping.

"Michel, I'll take this one!" Lorelai smiled as she approached Jill and sent Michel a look that said, "Go away!"

"Fine," Michel responded, "I'll just go check on our other guests," he frowned as he turned and walked hastily away.

"Welcome to the Dragonfly! Please come in!" Lorelai gushed as she ushered the girl to the counter and out of the entree way. "I apologize for Michel. He tends to give our guests a scare from time to time."

"Oh, it's ok." Jill responded weakly.

Lorelai eyed the girl curiously. She looked tired and scared, and her jeans were ripped exposing a bleeding knee. She had little luggage, only a small duffle bag. Something told her that this girl was in trouble, or perhaps running away.

"So, can I get you a room?" Lorelai offered.

"Um. thanks, but no..um. I don't have any money." Jill kept staring at the floor feeling embarrassed for even being there. "I should go."

"No. Wait!" Lorelai protested as Jill turned to leave. "We have just the place for you. Room 29. It's the last one upstairs on the right." Lorelai offered Jill the key.

"Oh thanks, but you must not have heard right, I don't have any money." Jill looked at her.

Lorelai didn't know why she was doing this. She had no idea who this girl was, or what she was like. But when she looked at her, she felt like she was looking at herself 21 years ago, and something told her that this girl really needed a place to stay.

"I heard you." Lorelai answered. "It's on the house."

"I..I can't take it." Jill said looking Lorelai in the eyes. "It's not right."

"Take it." Lorelai said with an insisting look in her eyes. "Please. If you really want to, we'll work something out later."

Jill took a deep breath and deep down, she knew she couldn't go back outside. She had no idea where she was, or where he was. Mac. She needed to be around people for protection.

"Ok." Jill whispered, taking the key. "Thank you."

"Not a problem." Lorelai winked. "And by the way, my name's Lorelai. Feel free to track me down if you need anything."

"Thanks. I'm Jill." and with that, Jill turned around and walked up stairs.

xXxXx

A/N. That's all for now. Comments would be fabulous- constructive criticism is also welcome, but please no flaming!