Title: Do I Know You From Somewhere (So far, I might change it later on!)

Category: Romance/Humor/Drama (I couldn't put 3 on the summery.)

Rating: PG-13 (Just to be safe!)

Summery: Rory meets up with an old friend (hmmmm I wonder who that could be) and maybe there's a chance for something more! Literati (OF course, anything else would be positively insane!) Future Fic.

A/N: Ok here is the 1st chapter people! I hope you like it very much!!! It took me a while and I had to risk missing the Superbowl *gasp * just to write the end! ;) R/R please! Oh and thanks a lot to all the reviewers! And I know I know, it was short, but it's only a prologue! I meant to type the next chapter and post it (and believe me, the next ones are much longer!) but I had to figure out how to work this thing! ;) I'm a new user, can't ya tell!!! Love always, Emmy! Peace & GOD BLESS!
Rory walked down 5th avenue. The sun was bright on her face so she had to shield her eyes. It was June 4th, almost summer. She wondered what Lorelai was doing now, back home in Stars Hollow. *Who am I kidding,* she thought, *Mom's probably not even up, let alone doing something.* It was 7:30 after all. *I bet Luke's up though.* She smiled, thinking of how embarrassed her mom had been, when she told her about Luke. They dated, 3, 4, 5 times, and Lorelai just said it slipped her mind to think to tell Rory. But that was 2 years ago. Now they were steadily dating, and possibly a ring was coming. *You never could tell with Luke.* She couldn't wait for the next week coming up, it was her last week of work until she got to go home again. She went home frequently, well as often as she could, but this time she was staying for 5 days, instead of the usual 2. She sighed thinking about home. Patty and Babette surely already reported to the whole town she was coming, and now she'd have to make more stops than she always did. Normally she just saw Lorelai, Luke, and occasionally Lane. *But the whole town will be looking for me this time.*

Rory turned the corner onto 7th. Something caught her eye she'd never seen there before, *and I should know, I walk by here practically everyday,* she thought. A cute little bookstore had just moved in by Java's Hut, the diner. It's specialty was none other than coffee. *I'll have to check it out on the way home. It's been awhile since I've read a good book.* And she kept walking.

* * *

"So I'm asking you all to please compile a 2 page essay on why the French Revolution affected America."

"Uhhhhhh." Jess groaned. There was only 1 word for World History, it sucked! Even worse, the teacher, Mr. Thoms. *What a drone,* Jess thought. The only subject in college he actually enjoyed was English Lit. But maybe that was because the teacher let them read most of the time, and talked about it later.

"So Jess what are you doing tonight?"

Suddenly a thought just occurred to Jess, he wondered what Luke, of all people, was doing right now. He hadn't talked to Luke in since forever it seemed.

"Jess?"

*He probably hasn't changed much.* He thought of the diner, of Luke only flirting with Lorelai, how he probably still hasn't made a move, and how-

"Jess!"

"What? Huh?" He snapped out of his daze.

"Did you hear a thing I just said?"

"I don't think so." He replied. Trish just wouldn't leave him alone would she?

"Ugh! Why do I even bother! I said what are you doing tonight?" She said, again, putting an emphasis on the last 6 words.

"Don't know. Why?" He already knew what she was going to say, so the "why" seemed completely pointless.

"Well I was thinking-"

"Nope." Jess interrupted.

"You don't even know what I was even going to say!" Trish whined.

"It's what you always say Trish. I gotta go." He got up without saying bye, or even acknowleging she was still there. Trish and him had been together before, the 2nd year he was there. It only lasted like a month though. She wasn't his type, and he didn't care. The year after she wouldn't even talk to him. But everyone told him she still liked him. And this year she finally decided to show it..again. What was he doing tonight? He though about it. *Probably something I always do.* Jess got his stuff, and headed home.

* * *

"I would like that article done by Monday. If you can do that Gilmore. Gilmore! Ya hear me?"

"Oh yea, sorry." Rory was about to faze off and start thinking again, when Mr. Jones caught her attention.

"Alright then. Go ahead, go back to work."

"Mmmmmmhmmmmm." Rory went back to her desk and sat down. She was glad to her part of the office was enclosed. It was pretty private, and she was in a private thinking mood. She tried to concentrate on her article, but couldn't. Mr. Jones, her boss wanted her to cover the story about the N.Y.U. finals being pushed back a week. No one knew why. It wasn't a really important story, Rory knew, and she had all weekend to work on it. *Nobody knows why because nobody cares,* she thought. *Just like me, I could care less. More studying time for the students, they're lucky.* Rory thought about N.Y.U., and college. She didn't end up going to Harvard as planned, but instead went to Yale. She was happy she got to live at home then, but now she almost wished she went to Harvard, she wouldn't be as homesick now, that's for sure.

"Rory what's wrong?" A voice asked nearby.

"Huh?"

Marissa stepped around the corner.

"Hey!"

"Hi."

"So Ror, what's up? You look down."

"Homesick, that's all." Rory didn't mind Marissa, she was really sweet. And it was nice to have someone to talk to once and a while.

"Oh. Yea, I miss my family too. I remember when I left. Mama was like 'Now Marissa, you be good, call me, and don't ever turn out to be some prostitute journalist, sleeping with men for stories! Bluck! You hear me?' She was a character, my mama."

Rory laughed. "Yea my mom can be a little crazy too."

"Ah but can't we all." Marissa smiled. Only a year older than Rory, and she was already in one of the top positions someone could have. Rory wanted to have one of those, someday.

"I remember those days!"

"You, crazy? Naaaaw." Marissa shook her head in disbelief.

"Actually I was. I remember my senior year, it had to be one of the funnest times of my life! My boyfriend was the town rebel." She paused a minute, remembering Jess. "Everyone hated him, my mom, my friends, my grandparents. I remember one time I brought him over, to my grandparents, that is, and my mom later told me my grandma called him a thug!"

Marissa laughed. "Wow Rory, the town rebel's girlfriend. I can't imagine."

"Yea." She sighed. Where was Jess now?

"What happened? I'm guessing you're not with him now?" Marissa questioned.

"No." Rory recalled what happened the night Jess left. "He left, he went to live with his dad in California. As far as I know, he's still there." She felt sad talking about Jess. The feelings and memories it brought back. The ones she'd been trying so hard to forget. "It wasn't his fault really, he just had to." *That's what I've been telling myself for the past 5 years.* She sighed.

"I see. It must've been hard, on you both."

"Yes..but, speaking of boyfriends..."

Marissa turned around. "Charles!" She screamed, and ran over and hugged him. "I thought you were visiting your parents!?!"

"Well, I was, but I missed you so much they let me come home early!" Charles smiled. *Marissa is so in love with him,* Rory thought. *She's lucky.*

"Wanna go get something to eat, Marissa darling?" Charles smiled a silly grin and got a glint in his eyes.

"Of course, Charles baby, " Marissa said, playing along. "But you must tell me all about the trip!"

"I will. Are you ready now?"

"Yep! Bye Rory!" Marissa waved. Rory watched them walk off, arms around each other.

"Now back to work." Rory said, mainly to herself. She tried to get her mind back on the article, but couldn't concentrate. All she could think about, was Jess.

* * *

Jess unlocked his apartment door. Soon he'd have to go to work, yet again. He set his stuff down and plopped down on the hunter green sofa. He thought about his homework.

*How did the French Revolution affect America? Hmmm that's a toughie.* At least his finals were coming up soon, which meant the end of the year. And the end of college. This was his graduating year. It seemed not long since he graduated from Stars Hollow High, just barely. He made the cut with a D- average, because of his frequent tardiness and not coming to class. College was different though. He cared more. So far he had Bs or As in almost everything, and aimed to pass with a B+ average. *At least I don't have to study yet though, with the finals pushed back.* He wondered why, along with many other students. The mutterings around campus were it was because of the recent arrest of Professor Rodgins, for cocaine containment. He was deans assistant after all, and it was a shock to everyone, staff and students. The whole school took a day off, to let the drug dogs search, which Jess enjoyed by none other than sleeping. And working. Oh, and reading.

Taking his thoughts off school, Jess turned on the t.v. to see what was wrong with the rest of the world. Flipping through channels he stopped on Fox News, and saw Christine Amanpour on, giving a speech about her recent journey to Africa.

"Those poor, starving children. I would give up my home for them." He heard her say. He reminded her of a certain person he used to know, with dark, coffee brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and a certain softspot in her heart for badboys. *Rory.* He said her name to himself. "Rory," this time aloud, but not realizing it until it was too late.

*I never did give her back that copy of the Fountainhead.* He went over to the bookshelf in his room, and took it out. He gently touched the cover and fingered through the pages. He saw his bookmark, still there from 5 years ago, on the same spot on page 52. He stopped reading right when the dialogue actually started. He set it down on his desk, and saw his story for English Lit., still lying there from the night before. He didn't yet think of the right quote to end it. Things Rory said to him passed through his mind. And then, he found it. The perfect ending. Well, perfect enough. He sat down.

"Why did you come here?"

"I, uh, because, you never said goodbye."

"Well, good bye Rory."

"Goodbye Jess."

The End.

He wrote it all down. He realized he missed her. Maybe that's why his whole story was about her. *But was it goodbye?* He thought. *After all, I did see her again.*

Of all the flowers you've plucked if only

You knew the reason

Why you had to each be lonely

Was it just the season?

-Shoot The Moon by Norah Jones