You've Got Mail
By Lauren (sweetangel251) and Margaret (tvrox)
Author's Note: We don't really have anything to say. Oh, yeah! Actually we do. We decided that we much prefer story format, because it gets more reviews, and, well, it's...um…we don't actually have another reason at present, but one is on the way.
Disclaimer: Since most people usually blow off disclaimers, end them with "blah blah blah," or try to fill them with comedy, for once, we'll be extremely official. We do not own Gilmore Girls, or any of the rights to it. They all belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions, and Warner Bros. Any other legal things we forgot to mention, we apologize for.
~*&*~
Rory shifted in her seat. She wanted class to be over, so she could get everything over with. Just then the bell rang.
"And remember, class," called Mr. Medina as the students picked up their books and began to leave, "we have that big test next Wednesday. So study lots over the weekend, and if you missed a class, get the notes fast, incase you missed something important!"
All the other students left the room, but Rory stayed behind. When everybody else was gone, she walked up to Mr. Medina's desk. He looked up from the paper he had begun to grade and spoke.
"Rory, what are you still doing here? Don't you have a bus to catch?"
"No, um Ma-Mr.-oh, forget it, no, it's Friday, I stay until six and my mom picks me up to go to my grandparents' house for dinner. It's a new arrangement," said Rory nervously.
"All right, you answered me, but why are you still in this classroom? Wouldn't you rather be in the library studying?"
"I wanted to ask you, do you think maybe we could sit down and talk sometime? Because lots of things went on between us that were beyond our control, and I don't know about you, but being around you is kind of weird for me now. I mean, I don't even know what to call you any more." Rory was babbling aimlessly, Max knew this to be a sign of her insecurity.
"Sure, Rory, that sounds like a good idea. Things are kind of weird for me too. When are you free?" Max smiled at Rory. He knew this was hard for her; he wanted to help her get through it as best he could.
"Um, whenever, I'm not usually that busy…" Rory's voice faded away until she stopped.
"Does right now work for you? Because I haven't got anything to do but grade these papers, and it seems to me that this is something you'd like to deal with as soon as possible."
"Sure," replied Rory, relieved.
"Have a seat. Now, for starters, you obviously need to call me Mr. Medina in class, but if you'd like to, I don't mind if you still call me Max outside of class."
"Okay, I'd like that," Rory answered. She was glad she'd decided to talk with him.
~*~
At the Independence Inn, the phone rang. "Michel, the phone," said Lorelai without even looking up from the reservation book she was writing in.
"What about it?" asked Michel in his typical rude, French way. "Yes, it is there, yes, it is ringing, but what about it?"
"Michel, you are hopeless, you know that? PICK IT UP, for God's sake!" Lorelai replied
"Independence Inn, Michel speaking," said Michel in the singsong voice he always used when answering the phone. "Ah, yes," he continued, "one moment, please." He turned to Lorelai. "Your mother,"
"I tell you, Michel, you two are conspiring to make my life miserable." She took the phone from him. "Hello, Mother," she said in a fake-happy tone.
"Lorelai," said Emily, "I want you to bring a guest to dinner tonight."
"Um…why?" asked Lorelai suspiciously.
"Because," answered Emily, "someone's here to see Rory, and so I want you to have someone too."
"Who's here, Mom?" asked Lorelai.
"I can't tell you, just bring someone. Bring that Ice-Man friend of yours, what was his name?"
"You mean Luke, Mom?"
"Yes, that's him. I still think you have feelings for him. Are you sure you two aren't dating?"
"No," said Lorelai matter-of-factly.
"What does that mean?" asked Emily.
"It means see you at seven, Mom," replied Lorelai slyly. "Bye!" She hung up the phone.
~*~
Lorelai and Luke drove up to Chilton, and Rory was there in the parking lot waiting. They pulled up to where she was standing, and Lorelai rolled down her window.
"Hey babe," she said.
"Hello, Rory," added Luke.
"Mom, what is Luke doing here?" asked Rory suspiciously.
"Your Grandma asked me to bring him. Don't ask. Here's your dress; run inside and change in the bathroom." She threw the dress at Rory as she said that last sentence.
Rory ran inside the building to change. About five minutes later, she emerged, looking quite different. She got in the car and they drove off.
"Mom, I talked to Max today," Rory piped up.
"Did he do or say anything to hurt you?" asked Luke protectively. "Because if he did I'll…."
"Luke," Rory interrupted, "sometimes you're almost too protective. We just needed to sort stuff out; things had been really weird between us since the engagement was called off. It actually went well, we're pretty much back to a normal student-teacher relationship. Of course, we can't erase our past, but hey, Mom's moved on to better things," Luke smiled at this, "and he and I have got to move on too. But now I'm just rambling, someone shut me up!"
"Don't need to," said Lorelai, "we're here. And there's someone else's car in the driveway."
"That car looks familiar. Maybe I've just seen it in the parking lot at Chilton. I don't know," remarked Rory.
Lorelai turned off the car, and they all got out and walked to the door. Emily opened it, and smiled politely.
"Hello, Lorelai, Rory, Ice Man," she said.
"Mom, his name is Luke," corrected Lorelai. "Let me introduce you two. Mom, Luke Danes. Luke, my mom, Emily Gilmore.
"It's very nice to meet you, Luke. Why don't the three of you come on in? Now, Rory, I have someone here who mentioned they'd like to see you. I know that the last time you saw this person in my presence, you two weren't on very good terms, but I'd like you to try and get along." Emily was very careful not to use any pronouns, so as not to reveal this person's identity.
They walked into the living room, and Rory saw a tall blonde head sticking up from the couch whose back was to her.
"Rory, you remember Master DuGrey," said Emily unknowingly. The boy turned around.
"Mary, my dear," he greeted her calmly.
"Tristan!" she cried happily. She rushed up to him and flung her arms around his neck. He kissed her lightly. "What are you doing here?" She grinned.
Tristan smirked, and she could see a twinkle in his eye. "That, my darling, is for me to know, and you to find out."
By Lauren (sweetangel251) and Margaret (tvrox)
Author's Note: We don't really have anything to say. Oh, yeah! Actually we do. We decided that we much prefer story format, because it gets more reviews, and, well, it's...um…we don't actually have another reason at present, but one is on the way.
Disclaimer: Since most people usually blow off disclaimers, end them with "blah blah blah," or try to fill them with comedy, for once, we'll be extremely official. We do not own Gilmore Girls, or any of the rights to it. They all belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions, and Warner Bros. Any other legal things we forgot to mention, we apologize for.
~*&*~
Rory shifted in her seat. She wanted class to be over, so she could get everything over with. Just then the bell rang.
"And remember, class," called Mr. Medina as the students picked up their books and began to leave, "we have that big test next Wednesday. So study lots over the weekend, and if you missed a class, get the notes fast, incase you missed something important!"
All the other students left the room, but Rory stayed behind. When everybody else was gone, she walked up to Mr. Medina's desk. He looked up from the paper he had begun to grade and spoke.
"Rory, what are you still doing here? Don't you have a bus to catch?"
"No, um Ma-Mr.-oh, forget it, no, it's Friday, I stay until six and my mom picks me up to go to my grandparents' house for dinner. It's a new arrangement," said Rory nervously.
"All right, you answered me, but why are you still in this classroom? Wouldn't you rather be in the library studying?"
"I wanted to ask you, do you think maybe we could sit down and talk sometime? Because lots of things went on between us that were beyond our control, and I don't know about you, but being around you is kind of weird for me now. I mean, I don't even know what to call you any more." Rory was babbling aimlessly, Max knew this to be a sign of her insecurity.
"Sure, Rory, that sounds like a good idea. Things are kind of weird for me too. When are you free?" Max smiled at Rory. He knew this was hard for her; he wanted to help her get through it as best he could.
"Um, whenever, I'm not usually that busy…" Rory's voice faded away until she stopped.
"Does right now work for you? Because I haven't got anything to do but grade these papers, and it seems to me that this is something you'd like to deal with as soon as possible."
"Sure," replied Rory, relieved.
"Have a seat. Now, for starters, you obviously need to call me Mr. Medina in class, but if you'd like to, I don't mind if you still call me Max outside of class."
"Okay, I'd like that," Rory answered. She was glad she'd decided to talk with him.
~*~
At the Independence Inn, the phone rang. "Michel, the phone," said Lorelai without even looking up from the reservation book she was writing in.
"What about it?" asked Michel in his typical rude, French way. "Yes, it is there, yes, it is ringing, but what about it?"
"Michel, you are hopeless, you know that? PICK IT UP, for God's sake!" Lorelai replied
"Independence Inn, Michel speaking," said Michel in the singsong voice he always used when answering the phone. "Ah, yes," he continued, "one moment, please." He turned to Lorelai. "Your mother,"
"I tell you, Michel, you two are conspiring to make my life miserable." She took the phone from him. "Hello, Mother," she said in a fake-happy tone.
"Lorelai," said Emily, "I want you to bring a guest to dinner tonight."
"Um…why?" asked Lorelai suspiciously.
"Because," answered Emily, "someone's here to see Rory, and so I want you to have someone too."
"Who's here, Mom?" asked Lorelai.
"I can't tell you, just bring someone. Bring that Ice-Man friend of yours, what was his name?"
"You mean Luke, Mom?"
"Yes, that's him. I still think you have feelings for him. Are you sure you two aren't dating?"
"No," said Lorelai matter-of-factly.
"What does that mean?" asked Emily.
"It means see you at seven, Mom," replied Lorelai slyly. "Bye!" She hung up the phone.
~*~
Lorelai and Luke drove up to Chilton, and Rory was there in the parking lot waiting. They pulled up to where she was standing, and Lorelai rolled down her window.
"Hey babe," she said.
"Hello, Rory," added Luke.
"Mom, what is Luke doing here?" asked Rory suspiciously.
"Your Grandma asked me to bring him. Don't ask. Here's your dress; run inside and change in the bathroom." She threw the dress at Rory as she said that last sentence.
Rory ran inside the building to change. About five minutes later, she emerged, looking quite different. She got in the car and they drove off.
"Mom, I talked to Max today," Rory piped up.
"Did he do or say anything to hurt you?" asked Luke protectively. "Because if he did I'll…."
"Luke," Rory interrupted, "sometimes you're almost too protective. We just needed to sort stuff out; things had been really weird between us since the engagement was called off. It actually went well, we're pretty much back to a normal student-teacher relationship. Of course, we can't erase our past, but hey, Mom's moved on to better things," Luke smiled at this, "and he and I have got to move on too. But now I'm just rambling, someone shut me up!"
"Don't need to," said Lorelai, "we're here. And there's someone else's car in the driveway."
"That car looks familiar. Maybe I've just seen it in the parking lot at Chilton. I don't know," remarked Rory.
Lorelai turned off the car, and they all got out and walked to the door. Emily opened it, and smiled politely.
"Hello, Lorelai, Rory, Ice Man," she said.
"Mom, his name is Luke," corrected Lorelai. "Let me introduce you two. Mom, Luke Danes. Luke, my mom, Emily Gilmore.
"It's very nice to meet you, Luke. Why don't the three of you come on in? Now, Rory, I have someone here who mentioned they'd like to see you. I know that the last time you saw this person in my presence, you two weren't on very good terms, but I'd like you to try and get along." Emily was very careful not to use any pronouns, so as not to reveal this person's identity.
They walked into the living room, and Rory saw a tall blonde head sticking up from the couch whose back was to her.
"Rory, you remember Master DuGrey," said Emily unknowingly. The boy turned around.
"Mary, my dear," he greeted her calmly.
"Tristan!" she cried happily. She rushed up to him and flung her arms around his neck. He kissed her lightly. "What are you doing here?" She grinned.
Tristan smirked, and she could see a twinkle in his eye. "That, my darling, is for me to know, and you to find out."