Disclaimer: Me? Oh yeah, I own Warner Brothers. And Gilmore Girls, I was responsible for the whole Cat's in the Cradle\Jess-finds-his-father California plotline and near spin-off. You're welcome. (Psyche)
Rating: M for language
Sub Rating: R for Random, another R for Rant-y and a liberal TC for Time Consuming. (Note: The copious Hitler references are in no way meant to offend and are most likely a nasty Inglorious Bastards side effect.)
Summary: "You and me alone in the Modern Classics, are we in one you're fantasies Gilmore?"
A\N: There was a most curious urge for this fandom which I'd never felt before, but-like the orders of a serf dictated by some cruel, unweilding master-had to be indulged.
It was supposed to be a one-shot but it got so rambly I had to cut it into pieces. Then for some reason I put those pieces in reverse order starting with the end. So it's kind of a Memento thing, where the farther you read the more it starts to resemble sense…kind of.
Apologies in advance for any OCC-ness, as well as the beyond freakish length and detail.
Read on home brave homeslice!