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Chapter 25: Always right

*Doctor Christian Pierre POV*

"Doctor you need to pronounce it, she dead." A random nurse said.

"Jill, don't die on me! Come on." I practiced CPR on her, but she was dying. The line was dead, had been for a minute. "Come on, Come on, please!" the tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Please Jillybeth." I knew I was begging, I was desperate I couldn't let her die! I kept pumping my arms up and down.

"Doctor!" I let go and I realize I am shaking, she couldn't die. Not my Jillybeth, not her! "You need to pronounce her dead."

"Jillian Campbell, time: 17:03, dead." And I walk out the room. I open my wallet and see an old picture. It had three people, two girls and one guy, and they were very happy. The girl with the black hair, her brown eyes was sitting crissed crossed apple sauce and was reading a book. Her shirt had a video character that for the life of me I couldn't remember. Behind her, in the background, was a guy giving a girl a piggy back ride. The guy had his black eyes, and shoulder length black hair blowing in the wind. He had the biggest smile a person in love could have, and it was because of the girl on his back. Her long wavy hair blowing in the wind, her blue hazel speckled eyes are glistening from delight. He could still hear her laughter that made the smile in the picture. I loved the picture that was on her black shirt, it was a smiley face with fangs and blood dripping from them. He had been in love with her since he met her. She was fifteen and was having trouble with her family, and she was wearing a red shirt and baggy black pants. Her brown hair that had highlights and in the right light red ones was in a braid. She was breathtaking. We became friends after I introduced myself to her and her best friend Sel (the black hair girl reading a book). Her name was Jillian, doesn't that just role of the tongue perfectly.

We were really close until we all turned sixteen, then we parted ways. It was my entire fault that we parted our ways. I ditched them! I had become popular in high school because I lost the horrible acne and outgrew my hair. The picture was taken before Jillian's and mine big blow out. In fact it was taken a day before. I had missed them and called for a day at the park, we had fun, and it felt like the old days. Then the next day she called to go to a movie, and my other friends were there, and they told her to come on over.

She came over dressed like her normal self, wearing black and having her hair in a braid. The only thing different was that she was in a black sundress, she was beautiful. The guys though thought differently, and attacked her viscously. I wanted to be in their group so I laughed at the joke they told each other about her. We made fun off her until she ran away in tears, breaking the friendship that had already been on thin ice.

I tried to call her the next day, but she kept spouting that I had disrespected her and betrayed her loyalty. After a week I stopped calling and started crying, I lost her. Sel called me and started yelling at me, calling me stupid and idiotic. I saw them everyday at school and it never let my wound heal so I left when I turned seventeen to a different school. I came back to Larkhaven though, as you can tell, and became a doctor, my first day back was the day of the accident. I went to her inn and asked her assistant where she was, and she told me in her hiding place. The assistant didn't know where that was but I did. That's why Marysol found me so quickly; I was heading towards the cliff. I recognized her instantly and tried to keep it together. I asked out Marysol to distract me from the pain, it just didn't work. I was the foreign guy that went away, and I hate myself. She was gone forever no, I could never say sorry, and make it right.

"Doctor! Come here, quickly!" a nurse yelled at me, and I rushed into Jill's room, to find a big surprise.

"Jillian Campbell, time: 17:04, alive and well." I pronounced heading to her bed. "Jillybeth!" I kiss her hand, she looked at me with her dazed eyes, and I never knew how much I missed that color blue with hazel until I saw them there.

"Chrissy?" I nod. "You're the doctor Marysol almost dated, and married? Boy have you changed." her question made me confused, Marysol and I haven't even gone on a date, not that I would now.

"Jillybeth I am so sorry! I should never have done that back then, and I regretted it my whole life." Jillian just nodded.

"I forgive you, Chrissy; I hope we can be friends." Friends! I don't want to be friends! I want to date you and get married to you; I want you to carry my children, but I didn't say this out loud.

"Yah friends." I walk out of the room. How can I be friends with her! She was the only person I loved in my entire life. I see Marysol and Finn waiting for me in my office and I go to them. Marysol was crying into Finn's shoulder, I guess the nurse gave her the bad news, but not the good ones.

"How? Why?" Marysol was babbling, not paying attention to me.

"I am sorry."

"Its ok doc, it was her decision." Marysol said, even Finn was crying now, and was trying to be strong for his girlfriend.

"No, I am sorry there was a misunderstanding." And Marysol was out of there like a leopard running. Finn just stood there frozen.

"They said she died how the hell you misunderstand that?" he yelled at me, boy was he furious.

"She was dead."

"Then why did you lie to my girlfriend?" he stepped towards me ready for a fight.

"Was dead, Finn. Not now though. She was died at 5 and came back at 5:02. She was dead for two minutes." I say as I walk him to Jillian's room.

*Marysol's POV*

"Jillian!" I run to her, hugging her with bone crushing strength. She was here and was alive! And then I slapped her. "How could you scare me like that? I thought you were dead."

"Marysol I was dead." I tried to tell her she wasn't dead but she stopped me. "For something to live something has to die. You can't come back from the fields or from the brink of death without dying first. I was only gone for 2 minutes and I came back."

"Oh, that didn't happen to me."

"You weren't on the brink of death, life was your only option." That made sense.

"Jill, Logan said you were supposed to stay on the cliff, why did you come down?"

"Marysol, I felt some greater force tell me I needed to come down there, there is always a reason for events. I believe that if I hadn't gone down, you would always doubt yourself and always think Finn would cheat on you. If I hadn't gone down Rory and Logan would never have gone to a funeral, the one that reconnected him with his family. If I hadn't gone down you would not have met Chrissy or Doctor Christian Pierre, and realized you wouldn't be happy with any other guy then Finn." She said, letting out of a breath.

"That makes sense?"

"To me it does. It was one little change that set our course for us. If I had gone down a second later of earlier I wouldn't have gotten hit, and you would be with that kidnapper, Colin, and I would never see you again. Everything would end in depression and sadness."

"That's so true." I said and gave her hug. "It's so glad to have you back, Jill." I turn to the door and see Doctor Christian Pierre giving Jillian the look. Maybe those two would get together. "Jill, this is the guy who saved your life and everything else, Dr. Pierre this is-"

"Jillybeth."

"Chrissy, you know I hate that name." They started to bicker back and forth and they seemed to enjoy it.

"Do you guys know each other?"

"We used to be friends, but he did something, and I never forgave him or see him after that."

"Until now." He gave her a cheeky grin and I laughed, he was definably in love. "WE are friends." And a frown formed on his face. Friends? He clearly didn't want that, must be Jill. I could do nothing because Jill was a stubborn fool; I hope she would come to realization before they both got hurt.

I left them alone to talk, and catch up. I feel a strong pair of arms around me, and I turn to look at Finn. I kiss him on the lips, and when we pull up for air I see Rory and Logan coming. They walked into Jill's room and had a couple of minutes with her.

They come out and tell us to come in there, and I pull Finn in with us. Christian was sitting on the bed holding Jill's hand, and Rory and Logan were at the foot of her bed. I drag Finn to the side of the bed and we talked.

"Everything's perfect now."

"No nothing can be perfect."

"Thanks, pessimistic pants." Christian told her, earning a smack on the arm.

"Hey! So not true, it's not perfect Marysol, but its pretty darn close." And Jillian is always right.