Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters involved with it.

Author's Note: WARNING: Definetly NOT my best work. Re-write of the episode where Jess asks Rory to run away from him. (I can't remember the name of the episode, lol.) I will have Last Wish Part 2 posted within the next week. I have it done, but I'm not very happy with how it turned out so I'm picking at it before I post it.

"What are you doing here?" There was fear in her voice and it unnerved him slightly, but he continued towards her.

"I need to talk to you," it came out urgently, rushed.

"Jess," Dean cut in, but Jess ignored him and turned back to Rory.

"I need to talk to you," he repeated his words.

"What's going on here?" Dean questioned, trying forever to be Rory's savior.

"What are you doing here?" This time he heard pain and it hammered at his heart.

"Rory?"

"Go, go. Go home," she sighed, running a hand through short brown hair.

"No," Dean insisted, now looking irritated.

"Yes. Go, you should go," she continued to say.

Dean finally stalked off, anger evident on his face, but it went unnoticed by both Rory and Jess.

"Why won't you leave me alone? You won't go away!"

"Rory..."

"What do you want?"

"I don't know, I just...wanted to see you, talk to you...just..." He'd had the words. The whole car ride here he'd thought about exactly what he would say to her, but now his throat was closing in on him and he had no idea what he was doing.

"What?"

"Come with me."

He didn't even think as he said it.

"What?" She turned her face away, the look in her eyes was of complete bewilderment.

"Come with me," he repeats, strengthened by the fact that she didn't say no right away.

"Where?"

"I don't know where. Away."

"Are you crazy?" Her brown eyes are searching his for answers.

"Probably. Do it. Come with me. Don't think about it!"

"I can't do that," she spits out, turning away and going into her dorm room.

"You don't think you can do it, but you can. You can do whatever you want!"

"It's not what I want!"

"It is! I know you!"

"You don't know me!" She yells back, a knife stabbing into his heart, but he doesn't let it deter him. He reaches out for her, holding on to her arms, any part of her he can.

"Look, we'll go to New York. We'll work, we'll live together, we'll be together. It's what I want, it's what you want too!"

"No!" He can see she's on the verge of tears, but he can't seem to stop the words that are flowing from his lips.

"I wanna be with you, but not here, not this place. Not Star's Hollow. We have to start new!" The book said you had to start new. He needed to believe this would work.

"There's nothing to start!"

"But...you're packed. Your stuff is all in boxes," he was grasping at straws and he knew it, "It's perfect. You're ready and I'm ready. I am ready for this! You can count on me now. I know you couldn't count on me before, but you can now. You can!"

"No," he can hear her resolve beginning to falter and reaches out for her again, taking hold of her hands.

"Look, you know we're supposed to be together! I knew the first time I saw you nearly two years ago! And you know it, too! I know you do!"

"No, no, no, no, no," she's shaking her head back and forth as if that will make him disappear.

"Don't say no just to make me stop talking or make me go away. Only say no if you really don't want to be with me," he stares up at her with desperate mocha eyes, begging her for another chance.

"NO!"

He searches her too bright blue eyes, looking for another answer, knowing that's the only one he'll get. With a nod of his head, he squeezes her hand once within his and then turns to walk away. She stands there, staring at the back of his leather jacket, vision blurred from the tears that she refuses to let fall.

"22.8 miles," she whispers.

He stops, his breath caught in his throat at the words that enter his ears.

"What?"

"You looked it up, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," he says softly, slowly turning around to face her again.

"I thought things were going to be better after that day, but it only fell apart more."

"Rory..."

"How do I know you'll still be there by the time we get to the parking lot?" She asks, the tears she'd tried so desperately to hold back now falling down her face.

"I'll still be there, Rory."

"Then why can't you just stay?" She finally meets his gaze, blue melting into brown.

"I..."

"If you know we're supposed to be together, why can't you stay?"

"Your mom hates me, Rory. That town hates me," he says desperately.

"Well then give them a reason not to! Come back with me. Please, Jess," she's the one begging him now.

"I dont..."

"If you meant any of what you said, you would stay! Don't leave me again. Prove to me that I can count on you now. You said I could, so prove it to me!"

He stares at her, thinking about what she's asking of him. Then slowly he steps towards her, keeping his eyes locked on her, he reaches out and tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"Okay. But don't say I didn't warn you when they tar and feather me," he whispers.

"Nah, they don't do that anymore. Now they might deviled egg your car," she giggles.

"I knew it was you. Your mother put you up to it, didn't she?"

"Surprisingly it was my idea."

"I knew there was a rebel inside of you," he says, before crushing his lips to hers.