Title: Come Home Little Girl

A/N: They will be OOC, I can't help it

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and everything belongs to somebody, but that doesn't mean I am not jealous! Some things are taken out of the latest episode, too lazy to write out the whole title.

Thanks to: Paul Anka1, chelsea71490, musicbrat-0901, Natalie-fall, sarai, pbnk-ink, anon, dodgers-lady, monkeys, miloroxsmysox, and everyone else.

Last time on Come Home Little Girl

'Of course, you can come to lunch with me tomorrow.' Jess says and then I nod and close my eyes. That night I slept like I hadn't slept since I slept with Dean. With a clear conscious and knowing that I was safe.

The next morning I opened my eyes to a strange room and I kept on expecting Grandma to say something wildly annoying and cheery. I hated that she woke me up so early and treated me like I was a child. Couldn't she see I was an adult, and fully capable of waking on my own. 'Your awake?' I hear and I see Jess lying in the bed with his laptop in front of him, with him typing away. 'Yeah, what time is it?' I look around and the room is so light and airy and I can understand why the Dragonfly Inn was so successful.

'It's 7, I opted out of breakfast so you can leave undetected if you want.' He says and I smile at him. 'Thanks Jess.' I look around trying to remember where I put my clothes. 'I don't want to dash, but I have this D.A.R tea thing. If I don't show, Grandma will track me down and.. I don't even know what she'll do.' He nods and I pick up my stuff and go and get dressed.

He comes up to me as I get everything together and hands me a key. 'Here, come back anytime. I am here all week.' I nod and turn 'Jess I need to solve some of my problems but I will be here for dinner tonight. You think your up to two dinners with Luke and my mom?' I ask and Jess shrugs. 'Why the hell not.'

I ran home before the tea to get dressed. I didn't want to wear that dress grandma picked out. I kept getting the feeling that she felt like my parent. She kept on trying to give me boundaries, and it was starting to creep me out.

Grandma found me while the tea was well under way. The ladies were enjoying themselves and I was trying to ignore the fact that I wasn't quite as happy as I liked them to think. Grandma grabbed my arm and her nails dug into my skin. 'Rory we need to talk.' She says harshly. 'Later grandma I am needed out here.' I say back and try to walk away. She grabs onto my arm. 'No Lorelai, we need to discuss your actions now!' I looked at her. 'You mean Rory, and later grandma.' I say and she looks shocked. 'Wait until your father hears about this, you are grounded.' I jerk myself away from my grandmother. 'Grandma whatever is going on, deal with it.' I say and I start to walk away. 'While you are living under my roof.' She starts to seethe and I turn around and whisper harshly. 'That's the thing grandma, I am no longer going to be under your roof, or your second daughter, after tomorrow, consider me moved out.' I say and I practically run away and I leave the tea.

I drive back to the house and run and start shoveling my things into a bag. I just try to get away from the house as fast as possible. Ever since the revered talked to me about my virtue, grandma and grandpa had been acting strange. Grandpa hasn't been able to look at me, and grandma had been regulating my comings and goings like some sort of prison warden. I never before appreciated how much freedom mom actually gave me. I heard the door slam and I knew my grandmother was home. I knew she would look for me here, so I looked out, and there was the balcony, and the tree. Thank you god! I said to my self and shimmied my way down and ran to my car. I looked at the house and sighed. 'Goodbye.' I said and drove off.

I park outside the crap shack and see that it looks different somehow. The jeep is parked and I hope that my mom is home. I just stare at the house for a while and then decide that maybe this reunion needs to be at a different time.

Logan calls me as I drive to the diner and I stop and try to think of what I want to do about him. I pick up the phone. 'Hey Logan we need to talk.'