A/N: Yeah. I hate it. But I'm posting it anyways. :D Leave some comments. I positively despise the ending, but I've heard I'm often too heard on myself. Futuristic, I suppose, since Jess is.... 22. Yeah. No spoilers. Enjoy. Or not. ... Okay, go read now.

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"Jess? Jess, are you awake?"

Rory poked the previously sleeping form, noticing a yawn creeping up her throat. She pushed it down, tugging on Jess' shoulder, in an attempt to get him to turn over.

"Shh" She heard him whisper. With a frown, she rose her a voice a litte.

"Jee-eesss" Her whining had managed to drag his name out to two syllabals.

Jess turned around, his eyes still closed, and buried his head into Rory's hair. "Rory, it's too early to speaking coherently." He mumbled, wrapping his arm around her.

"But Jess! It's your birthday."

"So?" Not the answer she expected. "At exactly this time, 22 years ago," she bagan, starting the story of his birth for what seemed like the millionth time. To Jess, at least.

"You were brought into this world full of lilterature, music, angry uncles, and sarcastic phrases..."

She was cut short but a dry comment from the lump wrapped around her. "Bet those docters regretted urging my mom to take that one last push, huh?"

Despite her serious mood, Rory giggled, and continued speaking. "Shush! No commentary from the listeners. So where was I? Oh, yes. Unbeknownst to young baby Jess, was the fact that in 16 years he would grow up to be sarcastic, surly Jess, who would stumble upon a small, qaint, town..."

"Stumble upon?"

"A small, quaint, town" She went on, slightly louder, as if she hadn't heard him, "where he would meet a beautiful girl. He, of course, fell madly in love with said girl, and she with him."

A pause caught Jess' attention, and he kissed her neck softly. "And?" He whispered.

Rory commenced her speech. "After a few tries, they lived happily ever after." She paused a moment, before hastily adding, "The end."

Jess bearly suppressed a yawn, and his voice was once more heavy with sleep. "Are you going to do this on all my birthdays?"

"Till one of us dies, yes."

Somehow, in the black, their lips found eachother, for a soft kiss.

'I love you's were murmered in the dark, as a day of celebration began.