A/N: I do not own Gilmore Girls or Sons of Anarchy.

Chapter 11

Jax and Rory

Jax pulled into his mother's driveway and turned off the car. "Rory?"

He was met with silence. "Rory? Hey snap out of it."

Rory looked at him. "Think we can sneak a joint before we go in there."

Jax got out of the car and went around to her door to help her out. He opened the door and reached in to unbuckle her seat belt. "Society smile, Rory."

Rory flashed him a smile and took his hand to step out of the SUV.

Jax held her hand as he led her into the house. "Hey Ma," Jax said as they walked into the living room.

"Hi Baby," Gemma said standing to hug him. "Hi Rory," Gemma said turning. "What would you like to drink?"

"Scotch neat," Jax said.

"Water," Rory replied. She turned and went to her grandparents. "Grandma, Grandpa, Dad," she said leaning to hug each of them. "Did you get to see Mom after we left?"

"For a moment," Emily replied. "I spoke to Luke, he would like you to call him, tonight if possible."

"Thanks," Rory said sitting down. Jax sat next to her handing her her drink. Jax sat next to her. Rory smiled at him.

Jax sat back and touched Rory's back.

"Rory, you look lovely this evening," Christopher said straining for conversation.

"Thanks, Dad."

"Yes, your earrings are lovely," Emily said.

"Thanks, Grandma," Rory said smiling. "Jax actually just gave them to me."

"Wonderful taste," Emily said cooly.

Everyone sat in silence for a long few moments. Gemma shook her foot. Clay shook his glass full of ice. Richard tapped his fingers. Emily and Christopher stared hard at Rory and Jax. Rory stared at her glass and Jax met Christopher's cool stare.

Jax saw Rory's shoulders sag out of the corner of his eye. "Emily," Jax said sitting up. "Were you and Richard at the party at the Bower's where Mrs. Bower threw part of her ice sculpture at her husband because she found out he had another family in Maine?"

Richard began laughing. "That was such a dignified, dull party until that cherub's arm flew across the room."

"Mrs. Bower as in Danielle Fishe Bower?" Gemma asked.

Emily laughed. "You went to school with her, right, Gemma?"

"Yes, she was a dull girl," Gemma said.

"The most exciting thing she ever did was throw that cherub arm," Richard said.

The families began to share gossip about Hartford and Rory visibly relaxed. She even found herself laughing at some of the stories.

After a little while, a woman walked in that Rory recognized as one of the crow eaters, but she had been cleaned up and dressed properly. "Gemma, dinner is ready," she said quietly.

Gemma smiled at her. "Thanks, Bridget," she stood. "Let's go into the dining room."

Rory and Jax stood and waited, letting everyone else go first. Rory turned to Jax and he put his hands on her arms and rubbed up and down before kissing her forehead. She smiled up at him. He stepped back and she turned to walk into the kitchen and saw her grandmother watching them.

Emily turned quickly and walked into the dining room. Rory shook her head and began to walk. Jax put his hand on her back as they walked and Rory took a deep breath before walking into the dining room.

She really just wanted to run away. Gemma hated her and her grandparents had a history of throwing curveballs when it came to the men in her life.

Jax led her over to their seats and pulled her chair out for her. She sat and caught her grandmother's eyes, but couldn't read them.

Dinner went by with polite conversation and Rory continued to be filled with a sense of dread. Jax leaned over to her several times, begging her to relax. When that didn't work, he just kept reaching over and patting her leg.

As soon as dessert was served, the shit hit the fan.

"So, Rory, now that the situation with Jess is over, when will you be rejoining the campaign tour?" Christopher asked.

"I won't be, Dad."

"What do you mean Rory?" Richard asked her.

"I won't be going back on the bus," Rory said strongly.

"Lorelei Leigh," Richard bellowed. "You will not throw your life away here."

"Grandpa, I have already lined up freelancing jobs and have sent an application to the local papers," Rory said. "I will not be throwing my life away here."

"I know how you have been living here," Richard said standing up. "You have been drinking, doing drugs and staying at the biker's clubhouse. These are outlaws, Rory, they are not good people."

"Wrong Grandpa, these are terrific people," Rory said standing and putting her hands on the table. "They work hard, they love hard and they have accepted me into their lives as one of their own. They dropped everything to take care of me and to take care of you even though you looked down your nose at them."

"I will not have you whoring yourself out to these outlaws!"

"Whoring myself?" Rory screeched. "Do NOT ever talk to me again. I am so through with you!" Rory turned and left the dining room.

"Rory!" Emily called following her. "Rory, stop!"

"What Grandma?" Rory said whirling back around.

"We just want the best for you," Emily started.

"Why is it that you are only supportive of me when I'm following 'The Plan'?"

"What?"

"You only support me when I am doing what you think I should be doing? You were happy when I went to Chilton, and only supported me through college because I went to Yale. You made my life hell when I was dating Dean and were over the moon when I was with Logan and when I decided I didn't want to spend my life with Logan, you couldn't handle that. Now I'm here and you are calling me a whore. I am through with you."

Jax had been watching and went to Rory and pulled her to his side. "Come on Rory, let's go."

Rory walked out the door and went over to the SUV.

"Rory!" Christopher called.

"What the fuck could you possibly want Dad?" Rory called turning around.

"What are your plans?"

"I don't know, Dad, work, drink, do drugs, fuck my boyfriend, whatever the hell I feel like."

"Rory," Christopher growled. "Seriously, I need to know what you are doing here."

"I'm living Dad, I'm living my life," Rory said.

"I have to know you are taken care of."

"Jesus Christ, Dad, I have a trust fund, I'm fine."

"Rory, it isn't like you to not have a plan."

"I hadn't thought past the short term goal of getting rid of Jess, Dad and he has only been gone a few hours and forgive me, but a lot of shit has happened today. I'm going to go back to the clubhouse, smoke a joint and do inappropriate things that Grandma would disapprove of."