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Author's note: In my opinion, this is the best part of the entire fic. It's my way to express myself. I just thought I should let you know the reason for my ff.net name change. I changed to Psyche Danes because I came up with a new persona. I'm Psyche Danes, daughter to Lorelai and Luke Danes, half sister to Rory Hart, sister in law to Dean Hart, and girlfriend to Janlan DuGrey Jr. (son of Paris and Tristan DuGrey). You like? Included in this chapter is that fist fight I promised. Now that I'm done with that let me just say . on with the fic!!!!!!!!!!
Somehow Grandma and I managed to avoid mentioning the sudden reappearance of my father for the entire time that Uncle Tris was at the house, but when Mom showed up with Dean it became a lot harder.
I didn't pay attention to a word that Uncle Tristan said while he was helping me with my chemistry homework. I didn't do anything except stare out the window waiting for Mom to come home. I figured she'd come alone, but I was surprised when my father accompanied her. I told Uncle Tristan to wait where he was and I ran out the door.
"Mom, Uncle Tristan is in there," I whispered in her ear as soon as I reached her.
"Uh-oh, Dean? Could you wait out here? Why don't you stay here too, Lai. Does he know?" She looked like she was about to go into panic mode.
"Mom? Deep breathes. No, he doesn't know. Yes, he does think something's up. No, Grandma isn't telling him right now. Yes, he is likely to freak out." I could usually predict what my mom was thinking. Grandma called it 'Gilmore Intuition.' I called it, 'Mom is very easy to read.'
"Alright. I'm going to go in and tell him. You two stay here. Talk. Get acquainted. You are related after all." Mom seemed to have calmed down considerably. I watched as she opened the front door and walked inside. Then I turned to my dad.
"So . hi." He seemed really nervous, he probably wasn't expecting such an exciting day when he woke up, and he definitely wasn't ready to learn he had a seventeen-year-old daughter.
"Hi," I responded, equally unsure about the situation. I decided I had better break the ice. He was my father; I was probably going to have to spend a lot of time around him now that we knew where he was. "Do you like to read?" The sentence had always been a good conversation starter for me, and a great way to learn whether I was going to like the person.
"I love to read. You're mom got me hooked on Czechoslovakian novels, I still don't get the difference in the last names, though."
"Yea, they all end in 'ski,' it's WAY to confusing." I soon found myself falling into easy conversation with a man I'd known for only a few hours. After about five minutes Uncle Tristan tore out of the house and across the lawn toward us with Mom in tow.
"Tris? Tris? Tristan wait!" I could tell that Mom was worried about what Uncle Tristan was going to do. I jumped out of the way just as he approached us. He started to beat Dean up. "Tristan! Stop!" As gruesome as the scene taking place before my eyes was, I had to admit that it was funny. How often did this kind of thing happen?
Mom pulled Uncle Tristan off of Dean. I could see the anger in his eyes, in both of the men's eyes. "Tristan stop! I can't believe you. I understand you're mad at Dean, I am too, but honestly."
"Ror, has he even told you where he went?"
"No. I told him to wait until you were all here. I don't want him explaining it over and over again. But I did tell him that it had better be a good explanation. Why don't we all go inside so that he can give us that explanation?" I could tell Mom was trying to keep the peace, and I could tell it wouldn't last very long.
"Fine." We marched inside and everyone sat down on the couch. We pulled Grandma in and Grandpa followed suit. Dean stood up before us and started to talk.
"I tried calling every day for two months, but no one ever picked up, and your answering machine wasn't working. When Christmas vacation came around I came to Stars Hollow to visit instead of going to visit my family in Chicago. When I went to your house there was a different family living there, and they told me they couldn't say where you had moved. I figured you didn't want to talk to me, so I left. I avoided Stars Hollow for quite a few years, but then my job transferred me back to Hartford. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away from Stars Hollow, so one day I came to visit. I walked around town, and when I walked past the diner I saw you all inside. You looked like a big happy family, and that made me jealous. I got to a point where I couldn't go a week without riding my motorcycle into town, if only to annoy Taylor. This morning when I arrived in town I drove right to the diner, hoping to see you there, and you were there, but you didn't notice me, only Lai has noticed me over the past year, I started laughing at the way the diner had been decorated, knowing Luke had had nothing to do with it, and I guess I stayed to long." Dean had given his entire speech in one breath, and he sat down, winded, when he finished. Mom got up, walked over to him, and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm sorry. We should have told the Malacreas to tell you where we were if you showed up. We were worried that Max would show up looking for us, that's why we told them not to tell anyone." The Malacreas were the people who we rented the house out to while the entire family was living in Boston. "I love you." I knew my mom was being honest. We all knew it. I knew that Dean loved my mom. We all knew it.
"I love you too."
Over the next three weeks my parents were inseparable. They would stroll through town holding hands, and they would share a mug of coffee ("Ah . the elixir of life." Grandma, we don't need your comments.) at Luke's. I got to know my dad, and he got to know me. Within a week I had stopped calling him Dean and started calling him Dad. It was strange at first, but I got used to it. Even Uncle Tristan discovered love.
Once he had realized that he was never going to be with Mom, Uncle Tristan took the initiative and got himself a date. He asked Paris Gellar to the movies. They started to get pretty serious.
More to come. Stay tuned. At least two reviews before I put up another chapter. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and they all have to be positive.
Author's note: In my opinion, this is the best part of the entire fic. It's my way to express myself. I just thought I should let you know the reason for my ff.net name change. I changed to Psyche Danes because I came up with a new persona. I'm Psyche Danes, daughter to Lorelai and Luke Danes, half sister to Rory Hart, sister in law to Dean Hart, and girlfriend to Janlan DuGrey Jr. (son of Paris and Tristan DuGrey). You like? Included in this chapter is that fist fight I promised. Now that I'm done with that let me just say . on with the fic!!!!!!!!!!
Somehow Grandma and I managed to avoid mentioning the sudden reappearance of my father for the entire time that Uncle Tris was at the house, but when Mom showed up with Dean it became a lot harder.
I didn't pay attention to a word that Uncle Tristan said while he was helping me with my chemistry homework. I didn't do anything except stare out the window waiting for Mom to come home. I figured she'd come alone, but I was surprised when my father accompanied her. I told Uncle Tristan to wait where he was and I ran out the door.
"Mom, Uncle Tristan is in there," I whispered in her ear as soon as I reached her.
"Uh-oh, Dean? Could you wait out here? Why don't you stay here too, Lai. Does he know?" She looked like she was about to go into panic mode.
"Mom? Deep breathes. No, he doesn't know. Yes, he does think something's up. No, Grandma isn't telling him right now. Yes, he is likely to freak out." I could usually predict what my mom was thinking. Grandma called it 'Gilmore Intuition.' I called it, 'Mom is very easy to read.'
"Alright. I'm going to go in and tell him. You two stay here. Talk. Get acquainted. You are related after all." Mom seemed to have calmed down considerably. I watched as she opened the front door and walked inside. Then I turned to my dad.
"So . hi." He seemed really nervous, he probably wasn't expecting such an exciting day when he woke up, and he definitely wasn't ready to learn he had a seventeen-year-old daughter.
"Hi," I responded, equally unsure about the situation. I decided I had better break the ice. He was my father; I was probably going to have to spend a lot of time around him now that we knew where he was. "Do you like to read?" The sentence had always been a good conversation starter for me, and a great way to learn whether I was going to like the person.
"I love to read. You're mom got me hooked on Czechoslovakian novels, I still don't get the difference in the last names, though."
"Yea, they all end in 'ski,' it's WAY to confusing." I soon found myself falling into easy conversation with a man I'd known for only a few hours. After about five minutes Uncle Tristan tore out of the house and across the lawn toward us with Mom in tow.
"Tris? Tris? Tristan wait!" I could tell that Mom was worried about what Uncle Tristan was going to do. I jumped out of the way just as he approached us. He started to beat Dean up. "Tristan! Stop!" As gruesome as the scene taking place before my eyes was, I had to admit that it was funny. How often did this kind of thing happen?
Mom pulled Uncle Tristan off of Dean. I could see the anger in his eyes, in both of the men's eyes. "Tristan stop! I can't believe you. I understand you're mad at Dean, I am too, but honestly."
"Ror, has he even told you where he went?"
"No. I told him to wait until you were all here. I don't want him explaining it over and over again. But I did tell him that it had better be a good explanation. Why don't we all go inside so that he can give us that explanation?" I could tell Mom was trying to keep the peace, and I could tell it wouldn't last very long.
"Fine." We marched inside and everyone sat down on the couch. We pulled Grandma in and Grandpa followed suit. Dean stood up before us and started to talk.
"I tried calling every day for two months, but no one ever picked up, and your answering machine wasn't working. When Christmas vacation came around I came to Stars Hollow to visit instead of going to visit my family in Chicago. When I went to your house there was a different family living there, and they told me they couldn't say where you had moved. I figured you didn't want to talk to me, so I left. I avoided Stars Hollow for quite a few years, but then my job transferred me back to Hartford. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away from Stars Hollow, so one day I came to visit. I walked around town, and when I walked past the diner I saw you all inside. You looked like a big happy family, and that made me jealous. I got to a point where I couldn't go a week without riding my motorcycle into town, if only to annoy Taylor. This morning when I arrived in town I drove right to the diner, hoping to see you there, and you were there, but you didn't notice me, only Lai has noticed me over the past year, I started laughing at the way the diner had been decorated, knowing Luke had had nothing to do with it, and I guess I stayed to long." Dean had given his entire speech in one breath, and he sat down, winded, when he finished. Mom got up, walked over to him, and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm sorry. We should have told the Malacreas to tell you where we were if you showed up. We were worried that Max would show up looking for us, that's why we told them not to tell anyone." The Malacreas were the people who we rented the house out to while the entire family was living in Boston. "I love you." I knew my mom was being honest. We all knew it. I knew that Dean loved my mom. We all knew it.
"I love you too."
Over the next three weeks my parents were inseparable. They would stroll through town holding hands, and they would share a mug of coffee ("Ah . the elixir of life." Grandma, we don't need your comments.) at Luke's. I got to know my dad, and he got to know me. Within a week I had stopped calling him Dean and started calling him Dad. It was strange at first, but I got used to it. Even Uncle Tristan discovered love.
Once he had realized that he was never going to be with Mom, Uncle Tristan took the initiative and got himself a date. He asked Paris Gellar to the movies. They started to get pretty serious.
More to come. Stay tuned. At least two reviews before I put up another chapter. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and they all have to be positive.