A Cry For Help
Summary: When someone hurts Rory, who will be there to help?
Pairing: Rory/Paris
Disclaimer: Hey, if it was my story, Paris and Rory would have been together since season 1…The song is Holy Water, by Big and Rich.
Authors Note: I got the idea for this story while reading a Jess/Rory fanfiction, and listening to Holy Water by Big and Rich, but I believe this pairing is infinitely better. I also would like to point out that I really have no idea what a hospital does when someone has been raped, so my hospital details might be a tad off…
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Chapter 1 - The Attack
Somewhere there's a stolen halo
I used to watch her wear it well
Everything would shine wherever she would go,
But looking at her now you'd never tell
Someone ran away with her innocence
A memory she can't get out of her head…
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'How could this happen?' She thought to herself, lying on the dock in the same position he had left her in. Her clothes, savagely torn off her, a few feet away, the cruel reminder. Her cell phone lay with them, ringing mercilessly, but the frail girl stayed where she was.
A bright moon shone down on her, illuminating the water and reflecting off the twin streams coming down her cheeks.
She didn't know how long she'd lain there, nor how long she would. Her mind, usually so brilliant just couldn't grasp the concept of the nights occurrences. She knew she needed to get up, but for now, she had not the strength of the will to perform that simple act of self preservation.
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At the same moment, a shiny black Jaguar pulled into a driveway behind an older model jeep. The tall blonde girl in the drivers seat got out cautiously, sharp eyes focused on her destination; the Gilmore house. But just as she reached the porch, a frantic figure rushed out.
"Rory?" Lorelei questioned, a worried tone to her voice. As she saw the figure, her shoulders visibly slumped. "Hi, Paris."
"Hello, Lorelei. Umm, I guess asking if Rory was in would be kind of stupid, huh?"
The older woman looked on the verge of tears as she responded. "I don't know where…I mean she's never…Paris, I can't find my baby!" She sort of stumbled, and Paris darted forward to ease her down gently to rest on the front porch.
"Take it easy. Did you try her cell phone?"
She held up her left hand, where a cordless telephone could be seen. "Nothing." She said simply. "She just went out to get some Chinese food at Al's. That was three hours ago!"
"Did you try looking for her on the route she would have taken?"
"I went, Sookie's still looking, Luke went out, even Dean, and they're not even dating anymore."
"Lorelei, stay here. I'll go look too. We'll find her." Without staying to make sure she was okay, Paris dashed back to her car, her mind filling with gruesome thoughts, each worse than the one before it. She had come to Stars Hollow with the intention of telling Rory that she was in love with her, and now she wouldn't stop until she was sure that Rory was okay.
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The Jaguar handled beautifully, even on the dangerous back roads of Stars Hollow Connecticut. Paris was practically flying, and she was thankful for the small towns lack of police force.
She was barely even glancing at the road, just staring off to either side of it, trying in vain to find her blue-eyed goddess, whose wit and intellect matched her own perfectly, and whose angelic face kept her awake at night. Paris had waited over a year for the moment she would confess her love, and no one, nothing would stand in her way. So lost in her thoughts, she nearly sped right past the dock where the crumpled figure lay. Throwing it into reverse, motor protesting loudly, she went right back to the dimly lit up pier.
As she got out, not even turning off the engine, she yelled loudly. "RORY!" The figure stayed limp. Still, Paris rushed out, fearing the worst.
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"RORY?" The familiar voice called out. She could hardly believe it, could it really be…
The blonde rushed up, kneeling next to her.
From somewhere deep inside, Rory managed to turn her head towards the crouched figure. "It's you." She stated simply.
"Rory," Paris whispered. She looked over the limp and beaten body of her best friend. She was nearly naked, except for tatters of her shirt, her pants were completely off. "What happened?" She asked quietly, fearing she already knew the answer.
"He was so strong. I tried to stop him…"She trailed off. Paris brushed her hand over Rory's beautiful face, feeling the wet trail of tears there. Bright blue eyes opened, and met Paris'. She could see the pain reflected in her eyes. "I'm so cold." Rory stated, shivering.
Paris immediately ripped her own sweatshirt off and gently wrapped it around Rory's shivering form. "Hey hon, tell me what hurts, so I don't hurt it more, okay?" She whispered gently into her ear, brushing a few stray strands of light brown hair from her face.
Rory rubbed her cheek into Paris' gentle hands, looking for some sort of comfort. "Everything." She said barely audible.
"Do you have any broken bones? Does your neck hurt?" Paris was worried about injuring the girl she loved even more than she was now.
"Don't think…Don't know…I didn't mean to do anything wrong!" She started crying again.
"Oh Rory, baby, you didn't do anything." She stroked her cheek, brushing away the new tears there. Rory's eyes opened again, and Paris saw something else in their depths: Strength. The brunette pushed herself up into a sitting position, clutching Paris' sweatshirt tight to her body.
"Rory, lets get you out of here. Can you stand?" Rory nodded, leaning on the blonde for support. Somehow they managed to reach Paris' car. The blonde helped her into the passenger seat, then ran back for the remains of Rory's clothing, knowing the police would probably want them.
The long way to the Hospital, Rory clutched tightly to Paris' free hand. Paris called Lorelei on the way, and in hushed tones told her to meet them there. Lorelei was completely torn between being ecstatic that she was alive, and devastated that she was hurt. Luke, upon hearing the news, rushed back to the house to drive her.
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The emergency room buzzed with activity, as Paris gently led Rory inside. She stayed right by her side as the team of emergency technicians wheeled her on the gurney to the wing the hospital had to deal specifically with Rape victims. At the door to the examining room, the doctors tried to keep Paris out.
"I'm sorry miss, but you can't go in with her. Only her legal guardian can." Paris refused to be deterred.
"Just try to stop me. I'm not leaving her alone." Her hand never left Rory's, and she felt the brunette give it a weak, but thankful squeeze.
"Please don't make her leave, doctor." Rory requested quietly, eyes filling with tears again with the thought of being alone.
The doctor let Paris in.
As Rory was examined, Paris kept her eyes completely focused on Rory's beautiful face. She never once let go of that hand, and Rory didn't think she could have made it through the process if not for the blonde. When the doctor informed her that her mother was there, she suddenly couldn't bear the thought of facing her now. She looked towards Paris.
"Will you tell her what happened? I can't…see her now…" she trailed off.
"Of course. Will you be okay here without me?" Rory nodded.
"Just come back, please?" Paris nodded back, kissing the back of Rory's hand before releasing it and making her way to the waiting room
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Lorelei was pacing the room anxiously, with Luke and Sookie trying in vain to calm her down. When she saw Paris, she sprang forward.
"Paris! Where's Rory? What happened?" She grabbed both of Paris' shoulders.
"Sit down." She said, trying to be calm.
"NO! Where is my daughter?"
"Sit DOWN Lorelei!" Paris yelled.
She looked surprised at the girls outburst, and complied instantly.
"Lorelei," Paris said gently. "Rory was raped. She is being examined now, in the Hospital's specialized rape wing."
Lorelei's hand flew to her mouth. She didn't speak for a few seconds, the idea not fully sinking in. When she spoke, it was calm and deliberate.
"I'll kill him."
Paris quite agreed with her, but now was not the time. "We don't know who it was, and chances are neither does Rory. She hasn't said much yet."
"Take me to my baby." It was not a question, and as much as it pained Paris to have to say it, Rory did not want to see her now.
"I'm sorry, but Rory doesn't want you to see her like this. She wants you to stay here, and she'll see you when they're done with her."
"She doesn't want to see me?" Lorelei looked pained. "But I'm her mother."
"She doesn't want you to see how bad she is. Wait until they clean her up, and I'll come out to get you, okay? But right now, I need to get back to her so she's not alone."
She stood to leave, but a hand on her arm stopped her. "Tell her I love her, okay Paris?" She pleaded.
"Of course." She left then, trusting Luke and Sookie to take care of the dejected woman.
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She wants someone to call her angel,
Someone to put the light back in her eyes.
She's looking through the faces, and unfamiliar places.
She needs someone to hear her when she cries.
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Paris quietly re-entered the room, and looked at the delicate form on the examining table. Rory was sitting up now, Tears streaming down her face, as a doctor asked her questions.
"Do you know who your attacker was?" Rory shook her head.
"What did he look like? Short, tall, race, anything you can remember, anything at all?" Again she shook her head. "Big, strong." She said almost incoherently. The doctor made a note.
"If you remember anything else, give me a call, okay?" The doctor stood to leave, and Paris stepped forward, coming to rest next to the shivering form.
"Hey," She whispered softly, taking her hand again.
Rory looked at her, tears still falling. "Paris," She sniffed catching the girl off guard as she wrapped her thin arms around the blonde. Paris held her, rocking her gently back and forth, whispering assurances in her ear.
They stayed like that until another attendant came in with a sponge and bucket. "I'm here to clean Miss Gilmore up." He said. Rory recoiled at the sight of the rather large man in the room, and clung tightly to Paris.
"Do you want me to do it, Rory?" She asked the girl gently. Rory nodded, relaxing perceptively. Paris released her long enough to retrieve the items from the attendant, who relinquished them without a comment.
Paris went back to where Rory sat on the table. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" She asked timidly. Rory silently nodded, and removed her backless gown.
In the harsh fluorescent light, Paris could clearly see all the damage on Rory's small body. Cuts and bruises marred the surface of her porcelain skin, nearly making Paris weep for the poor girl. She wanted nothing more than to sweep the hurt girl into her arms, and tell her everything would be alright. For now, she continued to clean the other girl, stopping when she would gasp with pain, and soothing her before continuing with her task.
When Rory was cleaned up, she helped the girl lay down, and called a nurse. They wheeled Rory into a room, where she'd be more comfortable, and Rory asked to have her mother brought in.
While they were waiting, Rory looked at Paris, who was holding her hand. "Please don't leave me."
"I promise I won't leave your side until you want me to." She said, kissing the back of Rory's hand once more. Rory gave her a weak smile, and they both turned to face the door as it slowly opened.
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Authors note: I think this was a good first chapter, and I definitely will get another one out soon, I just had to get this inspiration out before it drove me crazy!
Next Chapter: Recovery