Disclaimer: Most characters, places and shindigs belong to Amy Sherman- Palladino. Some characters are made ups. Title inspired by Nsync's "Falling". Chapter title inspired by 5ive's "Reminiscing".

A/N: This chapter isn't the best. It's not that good; I'll say that now. But that's all I can do right now, so.

"Reminiscing"

She stood still in the place, in his arms. She closed her eyes, hoping to bring back some good memories. It's been about four years since she last had any contact with him. Sure, she came to NYC to visit him once. They talked on the phone a few times. They even exchanged addressed. But it came to an end. It was one of the things that caused the slight rip between her and her mom. When Lorelai found out that she has been still in touch with Jess after everything, she wasn't very happy about it. So they somehow stopped. And she still regretted it all. But being there, now, in his arms...

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He was stroking her hair, slowly. He tried to act as friendly as possible. He missed her. It's been a long time since he saw her, and he missed her. He missed her more than anything. It felt like time was standing still. And remembering that it wasn't a public place they were at, it was kind of disturbing. He slowly pulled out of her embrace and stood in front of her, can't hide the fact that he's thrilled to see her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, half thrilled, half confused.

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She felt a little disappointed when he pulled out, but she knew he meant well. She missed him like crazy; there was no doubt about that. She scanned him with her eyes, trying to see if he changed. It was funny - Four years had passed, and he still looked exactly the same as he looked the last time she saw him. She looked up, meeting his eyes. She couldn't help but smile. She saw the confusion in his eyes. "Me?" She asked. She knew the answer, but she asked anyway. Even though she asked, she kept talking. "I'm. On some sort of a road trip, you could say." she said.

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His eyes widened a bit. Rory never seemed like the road-trip kind of girl. But he figured that she must have changed since he last talked to her. A lot of things went through his mind - Who was she with, where was she staying, was she thinking about him when she came to the city. But he stayed silent and let his eyes do the talking. He nodded, not quite sure of what to ask and what to keep inside. He shrugged, kind of an answer to his own question. Still uncertain of what to say, he decided to do what he really wanted to do at the moment. "You wanna get out of here?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

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She knew he was battling with himself. He used to do that a lot. She didn't quite know why he was doing so or what he was thinking, but it was just simply entertaining to watch him do that. She looked around and nodded at the same time. She could spend hours at this place, but there's always later, or tomorrow, or the next day. Who knows when she'll meet Jess again? "Yeah." she said, her voice low but confident. She looked back at Jess and smiled.

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He simply looked away, scanning the area he already knows so well. "Coffee?" he asked, with that smirk playing on his lips. She just simply laughed. "Do you really need to ask?" she teased. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking out of the store. She smiled and followed.

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She was sitting at the other side of a small table, slowly sipping from yet another cup of coffee. He was sitting in the other side, moving a small plastic spoon in circles inside of a small plastic dish, containing ice cream. She was looking at him the whole time, still trying to read him. She chuckled and placed her half-empty cup on the table. "Enjoying your ice cream?" she asked, jokingly. He let go of the spoon and shoved the almost-full ice cream container away from him. "Can't people just use a cone?" he said, lightly irritated, before releasing a sigh. "Ahh." She responded, knowingly, letting her smile grow. A second later, the cup was back in her hand, heading towards her lips. He looked up at her and laughed weakly. They shared some cone-related talks in the past. He was a bit surprised that she still seemed to remember what he was talking about. She noticed that he was staring at her as she was taking her sip. She pulled the cup away from her lips and held the cup in front of him. "Do you want a sip?" she asked him, raising her eyebrows questioningly. He shaked his head slowly. "No thanks" he said, thanking her with a half-smile. She took another sip and placed the empty cup back on the table. They both sat there in silent, staring at each other, smiling. She felt as if it was getting a bit too awkward and looked down at the table. She cleared her throat, as if to get her attention. Not that she didn't already have it. "Is it too late to get some more ice cream?" she asked, looking back up at him. He raised an eyebrow in return. "In cones?" he asked, wonderingly. She nodded. "How else?" she responded as she grabbed her purse. He rose up from her seat and followed her out.

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It was getting late. The sun was getting ready to set. They were walking down the cold streets, staring at their shoes. The road was the way to the subway station that eventually leaded both of them to the bookstore where they met.

He wanted to break the awkwardness. "So..." he said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, "Where are you staying?"

She tilted her head to look at him. "Hotel 17," she replied, "It's in West Village".

They kept walking in silence, as his smile just got bigger and bigger.

She straightened herself up and turned herself to face him, walking sideways. "Where do you live?" she asked him. He looked down at the ground again. "West Village," he replied, not able to hide his smile. She gasped, surprised. "No!" she said, laughter escaping her throat. He simply nodded. Could it have been faith?

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The subway came to a stop. They were silent as they stepped out of the train. They were silent as they walked up the stairs, meeting the cold evening. They stood there, facing each other.

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She looked up at the sky, then down at the ground, then up at him. It was too early to say goodbye, but it was late. "I had a really good time today." She said, smiling sweetly. There was something inside of her, something that caused her to want more. But she just looked down again. "I..." she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm glad I ran into you."

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He looked down at her, feeling the need to hold her hand, or to wrap his arms around her. His old feelings knocked on the door to his heart since the moment he saw her at the store, but he refused to let them in. Not now, not like this. But he was happy to see her. "Yeah." he simply said, looking up at the sky.

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She looked at him, glancing at the sky. She wasn't sure if he was pleased of the day or if she just bore him to death. But whatever it might be, she was glad she saw him. "I better..." she started, turning towards the road, searching for a taxi. He reached out his arm and touched her on her shoulder, causing her to stop. "Hey..." he said in a rush. "Would you like to see my apartment?" he asked, half-smiling. She turned to him. She was happy about his suggestion, but she was also a little afraid. "What exactly are you suggesting?" she asked, half-jokingly, half-seriously. He wiggled his eyebrows. "You'll never know until you try." He said sarcastically, but her hesitant look changed his attitude. "I'll make you some more coffee." He said, adding a smirk for a stronger effect. She simply nodded. He offered her his hand, and she took it. They looked at each other, sharing some more quick glances and shy smiles. He led her to his apartment, his hand in hers.

They both dreaded what they felt at the moment. But they didn't dare to stop.