AN: Well I've just spent a day and a half working on the chapters for "They Shoot Gilmores, Don't They?" I think I've finally got a handle on it! Whoop! That was a monster! I've had scattered notes and stanzas for that one for years and it was a real chore to wade through it. I was dreading it. But now that I've finally worked on it, it's really good news because I think I can safely start posting the next few chapters quite regularly. I've been holding back in case the preceding chapters would end up needing rewrites based on that pivotal episode. Now I don't think that they will. Yay!
3.06c Green Threads and Ham
Each fate, with concern, did watch like a hawk.
And Clotho, of potency levels, took stock
Of green in their threads, both Jess's and Rory's,
To curb the advancement of each of their stories.
At first she was pleased, a smile on her face,
Since Jess felt an envy of Dean and his place.
The boy went about, avoiding the sight
Of Dean and his girlfriend. His green was just right.
But Rory, though still enrobed in the feeling,
Was no longer angry and no longer reeling,
The eldest two fates conferred rather close,
Deciding that Rory could use one more dose.
Thereafter, took Rory a counsel with Lane.
A gift for a shower they'd set out to gain.
And as they returned to take in refreshment,
Did Lane chance to make a certain assessment.
"That's new," her friend stated. She gestured at car.
Observing minutia, she set a high bar.
"You know whose it is?" she asked of her friend.
Her lack of the detail did Rory amend.
The fates called on Lane to stimulate envy,
To whip Rory up into some kind of frenzy.
So "Jess!" Lane cried. "Jess? The killer of cars?"
She ranted like Jess should be put behind bars.
"You're meaning to tell me he's got a car now?
Outrageous! A travesty!" Lane did avow.
"You're taking this hard," the other did state,
Observing how Lane was very irate.
"Because we're best friends, I feel what you feel."
Then Lane chanced to notice her friend's lack of zeal.
"Except for right now," perception commenced,
"Since you seem alright while I feel incensed."
"So Jess has a car. There's no need to shout.
It's nothing to get so excited about."
The Fates shook their heads. To Rory, gave green.
And, just at that time, came Jess to the scene.
Their casual greeting, Lane angrily spoiled
As she, with injustice, still certainly boiled.
While Rory did verbally hold her friend back,
A poor, ambushed Jess, did Lane still attack.
Jess opened the door and meant to climb in;
A shelter from Hurricane Lane lay therein.
But ere he could close the door on her speech,
A guilt trip from Lane did Jess's ear reach:
"Yes, drive on away, and we'll just keep walking
'Til Rory's got holes in all of her stockings
And each of her feet is marred with a blister.
The poor girl's got bunions because of you, mister!"
Then, "Bunions?" he asked and Rory cried "Lane!"
But Lane added, "Rory's too nice to complain
But since you reduced her car to a wreck,
Poor Rory's been drudging through one endless trek!"
(Though Rory was saddened to not have her car,
Her oft jaunts through town did not take her far
And she was OK with the bus ride to school.)
"I haven't got bunions," she hastened to rule.
But on the same topic did Lane still obsess,
'Til Rory was Shock; Confusion was Jess.
And Rory, to Jess, said, "You should just go."
As though he'd incited the rancorous show.
"Hey, I didn't start this," the boy had to blurt.
His innocent nature he tried to assert.
But Jess's opinion did Lane disrespect,
"It started when you took her car and, it, wrecked!"
"Hey, walk it off, Lane, and give it a rest."
"No you walk it off," did Rory attest.
"Not walking," he sneered, as spite filled his head,
"Since I've got a car I'll be driving instead."
He launched a fine monologue there in the street,
"This town is self-righteous and full of conceit,
If innocent people are feathered with tar
For something as simple as owning a car!"
The Fates were still watching and still unconvinced
That manner of Rory, her envy, evinced.
And lacking her envy, real dangers existed.
Without it, enamour of Jess still persisted.
An envy of wheels, Fates deemed the best weight
To balance a friendship, and romance negate.
The car was the thing that Rory should see
And, with second look, more jealous should be.
Took Rory a stock of Jess's car closely,
Sure noticing rust, but usefulness mostly,
When chanced she to glance in Jess's back seat.
A sight so uproarious chanced to eyes meet!
Her heartbeat sped up, constricted her throat.
Her eyes, within tears, then threatened to float.
On scale of excitement, from one up to ten,
Did Rory skyrocket to ninety and then,
"It's not just the car, it's who is the owner."
"Then fine." Jess suggested that his be a donor
By dangling keys in front of her face.
"Perhaps, in your hands, it'd be less a disgrace!"
But Rory just sniggered, assessed hood to trunk
And, finding it lacking, said, "Don't give me junk."
It didn't much matter the rust on the paint,
or dust from the years. Shane's bra did car taint!
And Jess, right on track, in green envy simmered.
Reminder of other was swiftly delivered.
Then, "Right," Jess sneered back. "Just wait for a while.
I'm sure Dean is building you something with style."
With grievances uttered and all three thus shattered,
But ere the dispersal of all that had gathered,
Unleashed she a comment as kind of attack,
"Oh Jess, by the way, your bra's in the back."
And, as the Fates planned, was Rory's green stirred
By Lane's indignation with each uttered word.
But this cause for anger the Fates were opposed to!
The scales tipped much more than they were supposed to!
She wasn't intended to see evidence
To make her more mad as now she is hence!
The sight of the bra was far more explosive
And, to fragile friendship, was far more corrosive!
Rubbed Clotho her temples in certain distress
At how their good plans had managed this mess.
But Gods though they were, inerrant they weren't.
And now, by this turn, the trio was burnt.
Lachesis aggressed through furious tears,
"You'd think after all our thousands of years
We'd know how to use our own godly skills
To bend these mere mortals to our knowing wills!
"But lately I've found we've all been defeated
And now my good patience is all but depleted.
And when this is done I'll need me a drink!
Vacation is called for so I can just think!"
The elder two Fates—the one in a daze,
The other hysterics—tuned out for a phase.
The youngest looked down and, to her surprise,
Was witness when Rory revenge did devise!
Seemed somehow must Rory make use of the green
They'd sown in her thread: she caused quite a scene.
Encouraging mother to join in along,
The two launched some eggs to envy prolong!
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