A/N: I own nothing. As I said, these chapters are super short so I'll be putting them up about five at a time until the get longer
Chapter Two -To Make War…
"Oh, what a great way to end the Bracebridge Dinner." Lorelai said brightly as she and Rory entered the house.
Rory shook out her hair and dropped her bags on the sofa. "Definitely beats walking. Can I take the sleigh to school on Monday?"
"Sure, if you're paying the 500 bucks to keep it that long." Lorelai said, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a soda. "Want anything?"
"I'm good." Rory said, settling on the couch and opening her backpack. She pulled out her History book and an index card slipped out of the front cover into her lap. Rory picked it up and read what it said:
TO MAKE WAR ALL YOU NEED IS INTELLIGENCE. BUT TO WIN YOU NEED TALENT AND MATERIAL.
Rory tilted her head to the side in confusion. She vaguely recognized the quote as Hemingway, but wasn't sure why she had it. They'd read For Whom The Bell Tolls, the book which the quote came from, in English a few weeks ago. Had she written this quote down to help her study? It didn't look like the way she usually made note cards, but sometimes she absentmindedly started writing in block letters without noticing.
Rory looked down at the quote, slightly amused. Written on the index card by itself, with no explanation or context, it looked like a challenge—not a threat, but instead a statement of intention to start and win a war.
"I seriously wish we could do that again, but unfortunately I know what it cost this time." Lorelai said, coming in and sitting next to Rory. "What's that?"
"An old notecard." Rory said, shrugging. "I don't even remember what I was studying for. Besides a quiz on Hemingway."
"They test you too much at that smart-people school of yours." Lorelai teased.
"I'm pretty sure they test us a normal amount." Rory responded, her eyes still scanning the words. It gave her a strange feeling of déjà vu that she couldn't place.
"Why are you looking at it like that?" Lorelai demanded, picking up the remote and turning on the television.
"I don't know." Rory responded. With a shrug, she slid it back into the cover of her book and soon forgot about it.