Katesque – I'm crying…right now? You just made me cry! I like different, so I strive for it. I'm so glad so many people liked it too! …I got you hooked…Now I sound like a drug dealer…

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inge-loves-lost – Not having Lorelai is SO HARD! I am not kidding! She is so central in everybody's life that not having her there is hard than I thought it would be. She's not there, to talk to Rory about boys, or to talk to Luke about Jess…My brain hurts trying to make it all work…

Luke is a such a doll, I just love him, and he loves Rory. This relationship works really well into my story.

Serenity is a product of my lack-of-Lor problem, mostly on Rory's end. There were to many guys (Chris, Jess, Luke) and no girls for Rory to talk with. I'm glad you like her

LitGG1982 - I'm glad you like their bond, it plays a BIG role later on! I always wanted to have a friend as close as my characters are…I have a lot of little scenes having to do with how well they are…connected, I guess would be the word, but can't fit them all into my story…What they have is special, I'm glad you could see that!

Gilmore-Buffy-Fan13 - blushes you are so sweet!

shortiegirl991 – I don't like my Liz (I love her in like season 5 and 6) She wasn't a very good mom to Jess, she knows it. That's how I want to write her, on the crux of realizing how bad of a mom she really is. She's going to try to make it better, but it's Liz so….

Sagebeth - YAY! Excitement! I love it, I hope you like what happens next…

Scubaluver - Thank you, I totally understand, that has happened to me way more time than I would have liked.

Insertwickedpennamehere - Aww…now I'm sad! Everybodys all like 'oh, that's cool, it's your choice' and you're all 'Boo! Bad, bad writer! Boo, bad…baa…baa ram ewe…To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe….wait! Where was I going with this? I am sorry…I promise I am not thirty, or a man (at least last time I checked)… I love your reviews so much, I hope they don't stop because of one time when I thought you would want a chapter and I didn't have the reviews with me so it was wait for the review replies or post a chapter right then…I figured most people would want it this way, but if you want me to reply every time then I guess I know better now…

OrangePunk - Phew! I'm so glad…I'm always afraid that scene with a lot of movement won't come off as well as I want them to, that they will feel fake, so thank you for informing me other wise…makes the writer feel better and want to write more!

TWO chapters Today people…for taking so long to update, this is my gift to you..


RORYS POV

Do doctors ever stop talking? It's like, blah blah blah, big word, blah blah blah...Just spit it out already.

Jess' door is still open. I wonder if I can sneak behind the airbag and get in without being noticed. I hope the drugs they gave him were good. He needs to rest they say. How can that be, he's been sleeping for the past 3 days!

I want to be in that room. Not out here. I don't know why they insist that I have to be out here. This is...dumb.

Ah! Dr. Airbag is looking at me. Look like you've been paying attention!

Observation? He has to stay here for another couple days? Oh,yeah, he's gonna love this. You know, after he kills himself by making his heart explode!

They didn't know why he had an attack like that. There was no medical reason behind it apparently. I could have told them that! I'm beginning to think the only reason they want to keep him is to see what caused those. I guess 'freaking out' isn't a very good medical term.

'You can go see him now' Thanks! I was gonna do it as soon as you left anyway. He is talking to both me and Liz but nobody expects her to go in...not even Liz.

My hand stays itself at the door handle. Will he look better? Whats gonna happen when he wakes up, another fit? I hope not. The thought of it makes my stomach bunch up into knots. I can actually taste the bile rising up in my throat.

I hate it. Fear is not my thing. I'm not like Serenity or Jess, I don't get a rise out of risking my life. I hate being scared.

I look back to see that Liz still hasn't moved since the doctor left. I wish I was surprised. I wish it was a shock that his mother didn't want to attach herself to his sons side, when it's possible he could have died.

He almost died.

I can't breathe when I think of it. I could have lost my better, well, not better, but other half. My partner in crime.

I go into the room. Its not his room. I could never be his room without a Metallica poster on the wall and two weeks worth of clothes on the floor.

He still looks pale. But better than before. At least I think he looks better, but than, how could I know? As I have been telling just about everybody today, I'm not a doctor.

As I look down on his pale face I'm forced to remember the day I found him in my closet. I had spent the whole day searching for him. I had eventually gone into get my coat and found him curled up in the corner. He stared straight ahead and only spoke four words the entire time he was there.

"She was so pale..." Was all he said. And we have never talked about it since. After all, what was the point?

I now understand his reaction and why the color of her skin had stuck out in his mind. I will forever have the image of a pale Jess lying dying on a hospital bed burned in to the back of my mind.

I take a hold of his hand. It occurs to me I've been holding his hand allot this week. His hand is always warm.

His eyes flutter open. My heart stops cold. Is he going to wig out again? His brown eyes clash into mine and he stays calm. There's no expression on his face, but instead of freaking me out, it calms me down.

He never has an expression on his face.

I smile. Its good to see him awake.

"Hey." He blinks a couple of times. I can see the drugs they gave him are keeping him slightly groggy.

"Hey."

"How are you feeling?"

"Depends. When you getting me out of here?"

"Doctor says a week." He gives me 'the look'. The look that says 'if you think that's happening, you got a whole other thing coming'.

His hand is shaking now. Its not really something you can see but since he woke up he's been squeezing my hand harder than it ever has been before.

I'm not going to complain though. He needs me. Its been...a long time since he's needed me. He takes care of me most of the time. I can take care of him now.

"If you aren't feeling to bad later tonight maybe...maybe we can get you outta here sooner." I have to laugh at the look of relief that floods over his face.

"How?"

"Cycle."

"You're kidding."

"Nope." I sit on the side of his bed. "I got it last night."

"Chris actually let you take it out."

"Humph. No."

"Then you..."

"He was sleeping."

"I knew you had it in you."

"I know you did." I sigh. "I almost lost you Jess."

"Ah, you knew you couldn't get rid of me that easily."

"Nothing about the past few days has been easy."

"Well, I wouldn't know. I've been asleep." How can he talk like that? Oh yeah, 'cause it Jess. I glare at him anyway.

"Don't. Please?"

"I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere with out you. What would you do with out me?" I let out a short laugh and repeat myself from a few days ago.

"Die. In a corner. Crying."

"I could never let that happen to you." I smile.

"I love you too." I look towards the door then back at him.

"Liz?"

"She fine...outside actually."

"Boyfriend?"

"I don't know. He was gone before I even got up the stairs." I notice now that the more we talk the less he shakes. Good.

"Thats...that's good..." His eyes are drifting to a close now.

"Jess?" His eyes flick open and back to me. "Rest now okay? I'll be back soon."

"Kay...You go do..." And he's out like a light.

Authors POV

Christopher Hayden had never driven so fast in his entire life. This includes when he was sixteen and tried to drag race his car down an empty highway. His daughter, his 16 years old daughter, had taken off in the middle of the night. With his motorcycle!

He almost wished he was surprised.

It wasn't that Rory wasn't a good kid. The best actually. And smart too, really smart. She was going places. But with blood lines from him and Lor, the kid was bound to have a rebellious streak somewhere. But why now? Or better yet, why did he ever have to be the one to witness it?

He probably would have been better off left in the dark.

"Here Liz. This might help you get some sleep." Rory handed her a cups of Herbal tea. Liz smiled up at her gratefully.

"Thanks kid." Rory walked back into Jess' room. She started to pack up all her things and some of what had been brought in with Jess.

She shook his shoulder lightly.

"Hey, you, its time to wake up."

"Go away!"

"Fine. I'll just leave you here then" Jess brought him self awake rather quickly.

"We're leaving?"

"If your feeling up to it."

"Where are my clothes?"

Rory handed Jess his clothes.

"Whats your escape plan?"

"You're gonna love it. Promise."

Christopher had entered the hospital stomping angrily. Then he stopped himself when it occurred to him he didn't know what he was going to do when he found her. He didn't want this to turn into a fight. He didn't want to be that dad. He didn't want to be his dad.

He sighed and shook his head. What would Lorelai do? She was better at this kind of thing. Her and Rory had had a connection never to be repeated. He just wished he could talk to her about this. Although, if he could do that, he wouldn't even have this problem.

Walking into the hall that was outside of Jess' room he spotted Liz, who had fallen asleep on the chair. He sat down and shook her arm.

"Hey, Chris." She spoke softly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She yawned

"Hi. Have you seen Rory?"

"She was just here a minute ago, why?"

"She...ran away. She took my bike and left while I was asleep. If I had ever thought she might not be my daughter, those thoughts have been banished now." Liz smiled. Chris straighted up and walked over to the room.

He opened the door and looked in. He was shocked at what he saw.

"Umm, Liz? I think we have a problem."

The room was empty.

After Liz had calmed him down, convincing him that he needed to trust his daughter (even though, at the moment he had no reason to), they had packed up the car and gone back to the apartment.

He would wait until tomorrow before he called the police.

Just then Rorys bed room door opened. She was dress in her...pajammas? She smiled when she saw him.

"Hey dad." She yawned. "Wow. That was a good sleep. What about you dad? You sleep good?"

Chris stared at her a moment before shaking his head. "Yeah. I...sleeped good." Rory walked over to the cupboard on got out a glass before pouring herself some milk.

"So...When can we go to the hospital?" She asked innocently. Whoa, she's good... Chris thought.

"Umm..sorry kid but Jess isn't there anymore." She turned away from him and tried to sound worried.

"Oh...did they send him home already?"

"No. He just...took off apparently." She half-smiled.

"Well, that's Jess for you." She yawned again. "I'm gonna go back to bed."

"Okay, sweetheart."

Rory opened up her closet. "He knows."

Jess looked up from his makeshift bed. "You in trouble or something?"

"No, he's pretending he doesn't know. Why, I dont know."

"What about me?"

"I dont think he knows where you are. Only that you skipped out on the doctors orders."

They both heard a knock at the main door. Rory closed the closet and sat down on her bed, pulling out 'The Picture Of Dorian Grey".

There was a small knock on her door. "Come in."

Liz entered her room and Rory felt her stomach tighten up a bit. Liz knew she had been at the hospital.

"So...you're dad didn't know you came back?"

"Nope."

"Oh." Liz looked around the room, nervous.

"Liz?" Liz looked up at Rory. "Can I...Do you need something?"

"No, yes...well." Liz shook her self. "Jess isn't at the hospital." Rory nodded.

"Chris told me. Don't worry about Jess, Liz. He can take care of himself."

"I know he can. But he's sick and injured. He is supposed to be resting. He has to rest or he won't heal."

"I'm sure he's resting." Rory reassured her. "Wherever he is." Liz started to tear up.

"He should be home."

"He will be." Liz wiped her tears and straighted up.

"If you hear from him...tell him I really need to speak to him. Tell him...I've solved the problem." Rory nodded and Liz silently walked out again. Rory counted to 25 before walking over to the closet again.

"Liz needs to talk to you and she solved the problem." She repeated. Jess rolled his eyes. "So, what exactly is the problem?"

"Hell if I know." Jess looked into her eyes for a moment. Rory smiled.

"He'll be gone in 10."

10 Minutes Later

"How did you do that?" Rory was helping Jess walk up the stairs towards Liz's apartment.

"Its a Gilmore gift."

"Huh."

"Yeah." They stopped at the door. "You sure you can handle this?"

"Just go."

You didn't answer me."

"Go."

"Fine!" Rory stuck out her tongue before turning and going back down the stairs.

Jess took a couple of deep breathes before he knocked on the door. No answer. Of course. Jess walked in to the apartment and was shocked at what he found.

Liz was sitting in the middle of the room. Around her were about 35 boxes. And a large black duffel bag. Full of his things. She was still boxing up most of it but the bag was full. This was not good. Not good at all.

Liz kept her head down and didn't look at Jess as she spoke.

"You're leaving."

"Where?"

"You're Uncle Luke's gonna take you in."

"Huh. Why?"

"You were in a coma Jess, because of me. You watched someone die, because of this city. You need to be far away from both of us right now."

"I cant leave." Jess was still calm and stoic.

"Why not?"

"I have a life here...Friends."

"Rory."

"Yeah, Rory too."

"Well, that's...that's just to bad. You're going."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Now this is getting ridiculus."

"Jess..." Liz sighed. "You're going. You're only 16 and I still get to say where you live. I say with Luke."