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The five of them were gathered at the front door of the young Gilmore household waiting for Lorelai to find her keys. She had dumped the contents of her purse on the ground and was carefully looking at each object.

"Luke, Rory don't you guys have a key?" she asked.

"Not with me," Rory answered.

Luke sighed, "It's back at the apartment. I can't believe the plumbing upstairs is out."

"Well Uncle Luke you could always take a bath in the sink. We even have dish soap for a bubble bath just how you like that," Jess smirked.

"This all your fault," Luke groaned.

His nephew did his best to look innocent, "How did I know that whip cream was going to be used way after its expiration date, which by the way is very disgusting that you still have that ready to use in your diner, and that the nozzle was pointed to a very different direction other than Rory's piece of pie. Look Luke, you may stink really bad, but you saved Rory here from a terrible dessert." Luke just grumbled in response.

"He's right. You guys have to stay here. How will you wash your hands or brush your teeth? I can't let you get up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom and then have to go all the way downstairs, onto the cold floor? Oh yea, and then not be able to flush? That is so gross. Plus it gives you a reason stay with me tonight," Lorelai said smiling at Luke.

"Mom, since when does any one lock there doors here?" Rory asked. "It is Stars Hollow. The numbers of break-ins and murders have gone down significantly. The last criminal activities I heard about were gone when Jess left."

"I'm going with its all a coincidence," Jess said.

Lorelai put all her belongings back in her bag and glanced up at everyone flustered, "I don't remember why I locked it. I must have had a sixth sense thing about Jess coming. Spiderman not dead people." She sighed. "Sorry everyone. We'll have to go back to Luke's and get his copy because I also forgot where I hide the spare key."

Luke sniffed his shirt that white splotches everywhere. "Lorelai. I need to shower. I stink."

Lorelai grinned flirtatiously, "Let's leave the kids behind, and take up Jess's idea about the sink."

"Ah jeez," Luke moaned. This entertained the four other people.

"Fine," Lorelai said with a fake aura of disappointment. "Come here." Luke obediently walked out to the front yard. Lorelai disappeared to side of the house for a moment. Luke turned to Rory on the porch and gave her a 'what the?' look. She shrugged in response. As he was turning, a spray of water suddenly hit him.

"Shut it off!" he choked. Lorelai obeyed, and began laughing hysterically at him standing there soaked.

She came to him and gave him a light kiss, "Now you don't smell too bad." She grinned at him then spoke to everyone else, "Come on. Let's go to Luke's so he can change and get my keys."

Logan who had been quiet spoke up and said, "I'm going to run to that grocery and get myself a bottle of wine. I like to give a toast to every new place I visit."

"We have wine here," Rory said.

"It has to be new, and I couldn't drink your wine."

"Well, Taylor closed up at least three hours ago, and there is no place else to buy it," Lorelai told him.

Logan shrugged, "I'll take a trip to Hartford."

"No," Rory exclaimed. "That's going to take you a while."

"I'll speed there and back just for you," he said smiling at her.

"Fine," Rory muttered. Logan gave her a quick peck and jump into his car. Just as promised, he swiftly rode away. Rory sighed. "Mom I think I'll wait here till you and Luke get back."

"All alone?" Lorelai whimpered.

"I'll stay," Jess said.

"All alone is fine," Lorelai quickly corrected.

"Let them stay Lorelai. Catch up on more things." She looked weakly at Luke and whispered an 'Okay'. Together the two went off to get some dry clothes and a key.

It was just Jess and Rory.

"So…" he hesitated.

"So…" she replied.

Jess leaned against the porch railing. The moon illuminated his face. Rory caught her breath. He looked so—perfect. She was just sitting there, on top of the opposite railing, gaping. "You're staring," he smirked. She quickly looked away, a blush rising to her cheeks.

She glanced up suddenly. "I remember where the spare is." Rory got up and looked under the welcome mat. She held up her golden prize.

"Well that was simple," Jess said sardonically.

"My mom sometimes doesn't see things that are right under her nose."

"Obviously."

Rory rolled her eyes, "Come on." She opened the door to her house. Jess followed with his pack.

"So where am I sleeping? The couch?" he asked already heading to it.

"You can have my room," Rory said quietly.

Jess leered, "That's a bit awkward don't you think? Plus, you'd have to sleep somewhere, probably not with Luke and Lorelai considering...unless that's what they are doing now, and then there's that Logan thing…"

"Jess," Rory moaned. She gestured toward her room.

"Dirty saying my name that way, but thank you," Jess laughed. She rolled her eyes and began pushing him. They ended up both stopping at the doorway. Familiarity caught them. They were back in high school, Dean was keeping them always ten feet apart, and everything was a lot nicer come to think of it. They both gave her room a once over; Rory sighing at her books and odds and ends. Jess was already heading towards her bed where a tiny paperback lay.

"Howl. Did you just have a sudden urge to read this again," he said silently hoping she did, and it was because of him.

"No," she answered curtly. "I was…" she blushed, "Yea."

"Huh," was all that came from him.

"I…I'm going to get ready for bed…I mean the couch," she stuttered.

Jess took one look at her flushed face and said, "I'll take the couch. Don't say a word, Rory. This is your bed you have it," and he walked out. Rory slowly lowered herself onto the bed. She was shaking. She had forgotten what it was like to be with Jess alone. How he always got the best of her and always left her breathless. It sucked. Rory hated that he had that kind of control.

Rory rose defiantly and got into her sleepwear. They were her old pajamas with little adorable pigs all over the long pants and a white tank with one big adorable pig across it with the words BACON written on top of the pig. A gift from her mother of course; the only one to appreciate the pajamas morbid irony. She climbed in, not getting under the covers. She yawned and picked up Night by Elie Wiesel.

The house was quiet and Luke and Lorelai were not back yet (she didn't want to know what they were up too), and neither was Logan. Rory felt lonely, "Jess!"

He walked into her room still wearing his normal clothes. "Isn't that a little disturbing," he asked pointing to her top.

"When I was little I asked my mom for a pig. When she asked me what I would name it I said Bacon. She bought me these a long time ago."

"Huh," he paused, and then an eyebrow shot up, "Rory, you didn't ask me to come to talk about bacon did you?"

"No."

"Thought so."

"Will you wait with me in my bed?" she asked before she even knew what was tumbling out of her mouth. She blushed.

He did the eyebrow thing again, but didn't sneer or talk sarcastically, "You afraid of the dark?"

"Ever since I read The Invisible Man when I was six. I thought he would sneak up on me," she smiled.

"Yea, I read Frankenstein when I was six and I slept in my mom's bed for a week. She didn't believe a book made me that scared."

"So, will…" she drifted off.

"Sure." He walked to the bed and she scooted over. The bed was small and they sat squished together. She grinned at him. He gave her a small smile. They didn't talk. They didn't stare into each others eyes lovingly. They just lay there side-by-side, happy, and content.

Slowly Rory drifted to sleep, her head falling onto Jess's shoulder innocently. He watched her sleeping face, her pink lips curved into a smile. He knew he should be getting up and going back to couch, but something kept him rooted there watching every breath she took.

And slowly, that rhythm put him to sleep.


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