Revelations

Chapter one: Liar, Liar

disclaimer: I don't own anything, just this plot and possibly an OC. don't sue me!

by: Umi [aeris_cloud7@yahoo.com]

She sat contemplative at her desk, the sunlight beginning to fade backwards from her chair to the window. Sighing, Rory closed her history book and closed her eyes, letting her head fall into her open palms.

"I don't know. I just moved back," Jess said to her, hands at his sides.

She leaned forwards and grappled him towards her, finding his lips with a clumsy but sweet kiss. It lasted seconds in reality, but minutes in her mind.

She pulled away, horrified and yet pleased that she had finally come to terms with her feelings- sort of...

"Oh my god. Oh my god. You can't tell anyone about this!" she said frantically.

Hurt flashed across his face momentarily, taking place of the previous dazed expression.

"I won't," he replied.

She turned to run, but realized that she never welcomed him home.

"Welcome home!" she yelled before running to meet her mother.


Four months had passed since that moment, and all Rory received from Jess was an uncomfortable 'hi' and awkward eye-catching times where both would hurriedly turn away, too embarrassed to face each other.

She had been to D.C. and gone through the program, albeit with Paris, who had calmed down from her previous neurotic self. That summer with Paris changed her, all for the better of course. Rory came home more self-confident than ever, no thanks to Paris. She had learned leadership and knew that the last year of highschool would be a success because she and Paris were going to play big parts in it.

Coming home was hard. She arrived mid-afternoon, to a cold and seemingly unfamiliar house.

"Hello?" her voice reverberated throughout the house. She said it again, only to find that nobody was home.

"Mom?" she asked out loud. Again she was greeted by her own voice. Frowning, she put down her bags in the hallway and went upstairs to her mother's room. The door was shut and so she knocked.

She heard someone groan and get up.

"Mo-" Rory began to say as the door opened.

"DAD?" she asked out loud.

"Oh, Rory. Hi sweetie. When did you get home?" he asked as he shut the door, trying to block Rory's view from the inside of the room.

"Not more than five minutes ago. Is mom in there?" she asked, too busy trying to look over her father's shoulder.

"Yeah, she hasn't been feeling well. I came to take care of her," he said, ushering her downstairs.

"But, the last time I talked to her, like two days ago, she sounded fine. When did this happen?" she asked.

"Yesterday actually. She got some kind of food poisoning," he said as he led her to the kitchen and proceeded to make coffee for the both of them.

"What? How? I knew it! She and Luke are still mad at each other. Jeez, why can't they just make up?" Rory said.

"Well, she was eating at that diner that Michel usually eats at?"

"Ack, the one with the sorry excuse for coffee? I told her not to go there!" she said.

"The very one. I don't really know about her and Luke not speaking, but something tells me that she had a hand in it. You know your mom, she's too vocal at the wrong times," he said.

"Yeah well, I don't know why she wouldn't tell me, but I'm sure she wouldn't have said or done anything that would have led them to THIS," Rory said defiantly.

"I can't say that I know Luke-"

"You don't, Dad," she said.

"Well I was just stating that you never know, he could have been the one who blew a fuse and left your mother with the debris," Christopher said, standing up to get two mugs for coffee.

"Whatever. I don't want to talk about this anymore," she said softly.

"Okay... so how was the trip?" he asked.

"It was fine. Learned a lot of stuff, had a little bit of fun when time allowed me to, got some souvenirs I know mom would love, read a lot, that's about it," she said.

"And?" he asked his daughter, knowing something was amiss.

"Nothing. That's all I really did. You can ask Paris if you want," she said defensively.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, there is nothing wrong. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see Lane and Dean," she said getting up.

"Don't you want your coffee?" he asked.

"I'll stop by Luke's," Rory said before closing the front door behind her.

"Jess, what are you doing to me?" Rory thought out loud. Getting up, she decided to clear her head and take a walk.

"Hi sweetie, where are you going?" asked Lorelai.

"For a walk. Need to clear my head. I'll call if I'm late," she said.

Lorelai heard the door close and she sighed loudly.

"I wish you would tell me what's wrong," she said softly.

Stars Hollow was still as she remembered it, nothing changed or missing. She walked quickly and ended up at the entrance of Luke's, unsure whether to go in or not. Deciding against it, she turned around, only to face Jess.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me," she said politely, trying to get out of his way.

"I'm not going inside," he said.

"Uh, okay," she said, standing still, trying her hardest to look anywhere but into his eyes.

"You're back," he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah. How was your summer?" Rory asked.

"Okay I guess. Yours?"

"Good,"

"That's good," he said.

"Yeah,"

The two stood in silence, too nervous to say anything to each other, but both wanting to just confess everything. There was never a more right moment.

"So where's Dean?" Jess asked.

"Last time I talked to him, he was in Chicago. I guess he's still there," she said.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine. You?"

"I've been better. I missed you, well you know, I mean talking to you," he mumbled.

"Me too. How did you do on finals?" she asked.

"Okay I guess. They're not holding me back a year anymore," he said.

"That's good. I'm glad, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there to help you, uh, not that you need my help" she said.

"Don't worry about it. I did this on my own accord," he said.

"Well it's good seeing you, I have to get back and finish up my homework. See you around, Jess," Rory said, turning quickly to leave. Every nerve felt as though it was on fire, just by being near him.

Jess watched her walked away, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, the careful way she walked as though she would break. He ran after her and grabbed her wrist.

"Rory wait," he called out.

"What?" she asked, an almost frightened look washed over her face.

"I wanted to tell you thank you," he said.

"For what?"

"For this," he said as he leaned forwards and kissed her on her cheek.

She blushed so hard that she thought all the capillaries in her cheeks had burst.

"What was that for?"

"For being you. I haven't stopped thinking about that day I came back. It was the best decision I've ever made," he confessed.

"Please don't do this Jess. Not now," Rory sighed, turning to move, not realizing his hand was still lightly gripping her wrist.

"No, I've waited months to talk to you. I can't hold it in any longer. I don't care if you love Dean, you belong with me," he said quickly.

Rory blanched. Freeing herself of his hand, she moved back, shock widening her eyes.

"Why are you surprised I said that?" he asked.

"I'm, I'm not. I don't know!" she said, confused.

"You know I'm right. I've known it since the day I met you!" Jess said.

"How can you possibly know that? I have a boyfriend, his name is Dean if you didn't already catch it, I'm in love with him, I will always be in love with him!" she said.

"Have you been running that little speech in your head for so long? If you loved Dean so much then WHY did you kiss me at Sookie's wedding?" he demanded.

"I don't know! It was spur of the moment. I was glad to see you home, here where you belong with Luke. I'm sorry if you thought it was more, I just-" Rory said.

"You just what? Kiss all your friends? Am I even a friend?" he asked.

"How can you possibly even think that about me? And of course I consider you my friend. I am not going to have this conversation with you. What's done is done, the kiss meant nothing," she said coldly and turned, running home as fast as her legs would carry.

Jess stood on the sidewalk, his heart feeling as though it had been trampled upon, then torn in two.

She ran, tears of frustration and anger beginning to run down her cheeks. Stopping at the foot of her lawn, she saw her mother standing on the porch, arms crossed over her chest, waiting for her.

"You saw him didn't you?" Lorelai asked from where she was standing.

"No," Rory lied, wiping the tears from her face.

"You have to tell me the truth right now. What happened at Sookie's wedding. I know that Sherry being pregnant has nothing to do with this. Tell me right now missy, I can't stand seeing you so out of place,"

"There is nothing wrong. Period. I just, too much stuff on my mind. I have a meeting with Paris tomorrow and my term paper is due in two days; I haven't even started yet, and after school I have a Franklin meeting," Rory said.

"No, that is not it. Lorelai Gilmore you tell me what is wrong with you this instant. I am supposed to be your best friend. Don't stand there and lie to me when I can see it in you everyday,"

"Mom, would you quit the "best friend" act? I already told you the truth. I'm stressed, and if you'll excuse me, I have to go finish my history homework," Rory said as she ran up the porch steps, past her mother and into the house.

"I wish you'd stop lying to me," Lorelai said sadly.

A.N. - OMG, be nice. This is my first GG fic. Don't think I have the characters in their usual selves, but I know I'm gonna get working on that. Any case, there's way more to this story than meets the eye. Review! Thanks. Hope nobody wrote a fic like this already...... but please don't hold it against me because I don't read GG fics, I JUST started writing them.