A Cry For Help

Disclaimer: Yes, I own them, and George Bush just legalized gay marriage! Please…And the song is still Holy Water by Big and Rich

To idolizelorelail3 – I think your question will be answered in this chapter…

Hawks Eyre – I'm sorry for your friend: I hope I'm doing a decent job with my facts, if not, feel free to let me know

Mr. Schimpf – Thank you for your kind words, I honestly don't like rape fics usually either, but when the inspiration hit, I had to take it! I really can't wait for your next chapter, because I am addicted to your story!

Pairing: Rory/Paris slash fic

Author's note: I feel it worthwhile to mention that this is an after Dean, before Jess sort of time, that I'm well aware doesn't actually exist, so sort of alternate reality. I actually toyed with the idea of Dean being the rapist, but that leaves the ugly job of making him a villain, and he has to be punished, and the town hating him, and I just wasn't interested in doing that much work…

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Chapter 2 – Recovery

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Lorelei slowly made her way into the room, eyes filling with tears at the sight of her daughter in the narrow hospital bed.

No words were spoken as Rory and Lorelei embraced briefly, neither of them wanting to let go of the other one. Paris was feeling quite out of place, and stood as if to leave but Rory's voice quickly stopped her.

"No, Paris don't leave me."

The blonde immediately sat back down, taking the hand Rory offered her. Lorelei sat back, watching the emotion pass between the two, with interest. She knew that Paris felt something for Rory, that had been apparent for months. What she hadn't realized was that Rory felt the same. For now, she figured it could do nothing but help her injured daughter.

"Rory, baby, what happened?" Lorelei stroked her forehead.

Rory looked away. "It was so fast, he pulled me off the path, and then…" Rory looked down, unwilling to go on.

"Oh, Rory. It's okay. You don't have to say any more." She kissed Rory's forehead. The three of them stayed like that for a long time, until Lorelei spoke again.

"They said you could go home anytime you were ready, so just tell me okay? Do you need anything, want anything?" She asked desperately.

"Coffee would be excellent." Rory smiled weakly. Lorelei rushed out, happy to help her daughter.

When she was gone, Rory turned back to Paris. "Are you going to come back to the house with us? Wait, I'm just being selfish. You probably have things to do, I mean look what time it is, and it's a school night…"

"Rory, there's nowhere else I'd rather be, than right here with you." Paris said seriously, looking deep into Rory's clear blue eyes

Rory's face contorted into the first genuine smile that she'd had since the whole ordeal began.

"I just need to call nanny, and tell her where I am." She pulled out a cell phone, dialed, and engaged in a lively discussion in Portuguese.

"Okay, I'm all yours." She smiled to the other girl, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Rory's mind was on overdrive. She'd dumped Dean, realizing that she had fallen in love with the girl in front of her. A girl who not five seconds before had said that she was all Rory's. Rory was instantly hopeful. Could there be a bright side to this horrible ordeal?

The door opened, and Lorelei came back in with two cups of coffee. "Here you go, honey. Paris I got you one too." She handed them both a cup of the steaming substance.

Taking hers gratefully, Rory looked up at her mother and said simply, "Let's go home now."

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Rory was unwilling to part with Paris for even the short ride back to Stars Hollow, so The blonde handed Lorelei the keys to her most prized possession, and slid into the backseat with Rory.

The ride back was silent, and Rory was both grateful for and hated it. Paris gently rubbed her back, bringing her what little comfort she could while in the cramped space.

Lorelei watched them both from the rearview mirror, hating that Rory didn't want to let her in. 'At least there's one person she feels she can trust, but why can't it be me?' She thought, knowing the whole time how selfish that was of her.

When they reached the Gilmore house, a small crowd had gathered on the front deck. Luke, Sookie, Jackson, and Dean were all there, and it seemed like the rest of the town was only next door, judging from the cars in Babbette's driveway.

For the second time that night, the black Jaguar parked behind that jeep, but this time, three occupants got out. Paris' arm was tight around Rory, as they made their way to the house. The crowd parted when they saw Rory's downward glancing eyes, allowing her and Paris to go in, unhindered.

Paris helped the girl to her room, to her small twin sized bed. Rory looked around for a moment, confused that everything could look so normal, just like she left it. Her Harvard board, all the clothes she had out. It felt to her like she'd been gone a lifetime, and it was odd to her to see it like that. "It's so normal." She said out loud.

"Did you expect it to be different?" Paris asked, sitting down beside her. Rory leaned her head on the blonde's shoulder.

"I guess not." By instinct, Paris' arm went around Rory's waist and pulled them tight together. Rory sighed happily at the unexpected contact.

The two stayed like that for a few more moments, until Rory let out a stifled yawn.

"You need to get some sleep, Rory. Do you want me to help you change?" Paris asked her, standing up. Rory nodded looking embarrassed at the thought. Paris quickly helped, her, keeping her eyes closed as much as she could, despite that she had already seen the girl naked.

Rory then settled into bed, and Paris kneeled next to her, fixing her pillows.

"Do you need anything else?" Paris asked her.

"Will you stay with me?" Rory pleaded.

"Of course." She pulled Rory's desk chair up to the side of the bed, continuing to hold her hand.

"Paris?" Rory said, looking conflicted.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I feel like I have to tell you something." She turned her head, covering her face with her free hand.

Paris turned it back gently. "Rory, what is it?"

Rory took a deep breath. "I've fallen in love with you." She didn't look away, instead keeping her eyes directly focused on Paris' face. To her surprise, Paris' smile only widened.

"I love you too, Rory." She replied, gently stroking the girls tear stained cheek. "I love you too," she repeated.

Rory looked up at her. "Really?" she whispered. Paris bent down, and kissed the other girl's forehead. "Really." She replied, smiling at Rory.

"Paris?" Rory said again.

"Yeah?"

"Will you hold me? I don't think I can sleep alone." She turned down the comforter, and Paris slid into the bed beside her, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's waist, careful to avoid the cuts she knew were there. Rory nestled her head into Paris' neck, sighing at the contact with the woman she loved.

In the doorway, unnoticed by both, Lorelei peeked in. She took in the sight of her daughter and Paris in bed together. She was still torn, but for now, she simply closed the door and left the pair undisturbed.

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The dark clothed figure seemed to come out of nowhere, grabbing her and dragging her off. She struggled in vain; the person was too strong for her to escape. A hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her rising scream.

He dragged her out to the pier, and used one hand to hold her weak arms above her head, and the other wielded a knife. In a raspy voice, he threatened her: "Don't scream, or I'll kill you." In a flash it seemed as if her clothes were instantly off, and his large weight seemed to descend on her light frame and the world went black…

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Rory twisted and turned, as if to escape some invisible bonds. Paris felt, rather than heard, Rory's obvious nightmare. Immediately coming to full consciousness, she gently spoke into the other girl's ear.

"Rory, baby? Wake up, it's just a dream, you're safe."

The taller girl's eyes snapped open, still lost in her nightmare world. Her breathing was heavy, eyes filled with fear, until she saw the concerned blonde next to her.

Paris pushed some stray hairs out of her face, a concerned look on her face. "Did you have a nightmare?" She asked. Rory burst into silent tears as she embraced the blonde.

Paris gently soothed the frightened girl, until Rory fell back asleep against Paris' strong shoulder, her breathing slowing, her heart rate returned to normal. She lowered Rory gently back to the bed, wrapping her arms around her in a protective way.

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Paris woke up a few hours later, an unfamiliar warmth against her front. She was slightly confused until she remembered the events of the past night, and her and Rory's subsequent confessions. With a smile, she looked in front of her at the sleeping form. Sometime during the night, Rory had turned around, so the two were now spooning. Paris snaked her arm around the other girl, pulling them tightly together. Rory sighed happily in her sleep, past nightmare forgotten.

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She just needs a little help, to wash away the pain she's felt

She wants to feel the healing hands of someone who understands…

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