Cliffie: I'll be blunt: I'm a huuuuuuuuuuge Gilmore Girls fan. Like, an uber fan. I own all seven seasons and have seen the first five at least four times; six times for the first three, probably. One of my favorite episodes is Season Five, episode 8 (S5, E7 is one of my favorites too :P), where Logan and Rory get just a bit closer with the leaving of Dean. I hate Dean with a passion, by the way. He's just SUCH a baby. Logan and Jess are so much better.
/coughs/ Anyway. While I absolutely love the scene with Dean and Rory, I've always felt it went by a bit too fast. So here's a little ficlet of it, showing the subtle art of breaking ties and the complete inability to say two small words.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters. This is for entertainment purposes only.
He was watching her closely, sadly, with the look in his eyes that told her that he knew everything had fallen apart.
When had things become like this? She couldn't remember. Perhaps it was when they first came together again; yes, that sounded right. When they first pretended to love each other again, believing that their hormones moved their hearts, the threads began to unravel all the further.
But even with things unraveling, he still wanted her. Wanted her to be with him, wanted her close to him. Wanted her heart to remain open to him.
He stared at her, beseeching her, begging her to take him back. To keep him with her.
"I don't belong here anymore, do I?"
His words were shrapnel, cutting the corners of her heart. Old wounds were broken open again, and she began to bleed a quiet little death. It wasn't a death that would kill her, but it was death all the same.
The part of her that lived with Dean died, so quietly no one would probably ever know.
He was begging for her to answer him. Tell him that he's wrong, a little voice begged. It was the voice that didn't want an intrinsic part of her being to die for good. Tell him that he does belong.
But she couldn't, because that would be a lie. Even though she wanted the security he brought her, she couldn't ask him to stay. Security was not happiness. Sex was not happiness, and the fire that had briefly flared between the two was already cooling in her heart.
"Dean…"
A single word; a single name. But he knew everything that utterance contained, knew that it meant she couldn't go on with this lie.
And, perhaps, he knew he couldn't either.
He moved slowly, methodically, climbing into his truck and looking out at her once again. "You look nice," he whispered, voice edging on broken. And he gave her that look again, saying clearly that all she had to do was say "Don't go."
But the words were stuck, dying with the rest of him inside her.
The truck roared to life and, with one last, suffering look, Dean was gone.
The part of him inside Rory, the part that had flared up after years of dormancy when he kissed her and told her he still loved her even though he was a married man, died its quiet little death as the truck slowly disappeared from view.
Cliffie: Thank you for reading! Reviews are much appreciated!