part 1 Name: Meg (tenismyidea@hotmail.com)
author's note: I know having Dean gone is a little dramatic, especially since I don't exactly hate him, but my hands just seemed to type it without my control!! And anyways, my story would work out better this way! part 2 Rory sat in her room, staring at the wall like a zombie. *Dean's dead. Gone. Out of my life. Forever. He was alive yesterday, and he was dead yesterday. This is all my fault. I should have said "Hey, Dean, let's go to Luke's instead." But nooo, I let him take me to a fancy restaraunt. What is today anyway?* She looked at her desk calendar. *Thursday. Hmm Dean died on a Wednesday. The funeral is Saturday. I can't do this.* "Honey, do you want to go get coffee at Luke's?" Her mother asked softly. "No." Rory felt like she would never leave this room. Like she would always sit here, thinking of Dean. "Okay, babe. I'll be back in twenty minutes." "Okay." She heard her mother leave and still she never left her spot. She heard some kind of ringing in the background. Then she came to her senses, and looked for the phone. "Hello," she said dully with no emotion. "Hi is this Rory?" "Yeah." "Hey Ror, it's Tristan." "Great." Her voice still had no emotion. "Listen, I know what happened and I want you to know if there's anything I can do to help out, I would love to." "Why do you care?" Still the plain, dull voice was there. "Because you're my only friend at Chilton who I can be myself around, and I care about you." His voice was soft and tender, not teasing at all. "Tristan, I really don't think you realize how I feel right now. You aren't yourself around me. You were always rude and arrogant and mean to me. You made me dread Chilton. And then when you left, I hated it even more. My emotions around you are all mixed up. And right now, I can't really handle any more drama. But thanks, anyway." Tears were starting to stream down her face. She didn't know why she was so cold to him, but she couldn't deal with him now, not when Dean was all she could think about. "Okay, Rory, but I need you to know that I'm coming back to Chilton for the rest of senior year after Christmas Break. I'll try harder this time, Rory, I promise. Call me whenever you need me. I don't care when, even on Christmas Day or anything. Four o' clock in the morning, whatever. I want to help you if you'll let me." "Bye Tristan, see you at Chilton." She hung up the phone and laid down on the couch, crying hard and sobbing loudly. It had been more than twenty minutes, and her mom still wasn't home. She couldn't bring herself to think of anything but Dean. She heard her front door open. "Thank God, Mom, you came home." Her tears were still streaming, but quietly this time. She walked into the hall and saw Jess standing there. He looked into her eyes for a while and then reached over and pulled her into a tight embrace. He hugged her and stroked her hair softly and let her cry on his shoulder as she clung to him desperately, as though he too would go away. "Rory, I'm sorry. You don't deserve this, and neither did he." His thoughts drifted back to their kiss that day at Sookie's wedding when he had come home. He had been shocked, but had managed to kiss back. Then she had asked him not to tell, and he never did. But he had never been able to understand why she could be with Dean this whole time afterwards, especially since there were some very hard to ignore sparks between them. Yet she had remained with Dean. Now that Dean was gone, a part of Jess was glad, even though he hated to admit it. But the sensitive part of him hated the fact that Dean had lived such a short life. *Short and sweet.* Jess thought *Since he was with Rory.* The cast on Rory's arm dug into his shoulder, but he didn't pull away, he let her cry. "I'm sorry, Jess," Rory said in a barely audible whisper. " I didn't mean to fall apart like this." "It's okay. You need to cry. But I want you to know, that living a half life from now on won't get you anywhere. Yes, Dean just died and should be sad for a while, but what happened happened, and you can't change it by being dull the rest of your life. I'm not saying you're doing that, I mean he just died yesterday, but I understand that it can happen, and I don't want it to happen to you. Especially not you, you're so full of life and energy, don't let that change." "Thanks....."she paused, "Dodger." He smiled at her. "That a girl, Rory. I got to head back, though. Call me sometime." She nodded and then retreated to her room where she saw a picture of her and Dean inside Luke's laughing and eating. It wasn't posed, because they didn't know Lorelai was taking it, it simply captured their relationship. Rory knew she had loved him. Maybe not completely, but she loved him in a deep way. Deep down, she knew their relationship had been over ever since her and Jess's kiss. She felt so bad about keeping it from him, and always felt guilty when she would kiss Dean. Like she was cheating him out of happiness. And now she had cheated him out of all his happiness, out of his life. *Pull yourself together!* She commanded herself as she started crying. *This is NOT your fault. This was an accident, and he was driving, anyway.* She wiped her tears, collapsed on her bed, and fell asleep.
"Now is a time for us to take a moment and say goodbye to this young man, loved by so many, missed by so many. He will surely never be forgotten. His life was that....." The pastor carried on, but Rory paid no attention. The guy kept rambling on about "this young man" and Rory seriously doubted he even knew Dean's name. Before too long, it was time to pass by the open casket. Apparently, large amounts of glass had stabbed Dean in the stomach, and he had died from loss of blood, so it was okay for his top half to be exposed. Rory stood in front of his casket, looking at the lifeless face of Dean. Tears clouded her vision as she stared at him. He looked so peaceful, so....beautiful. She couldn't believe this was the last time she would ever see him. She touched his face and started crying uncontrollably, but she held her compsure so she wouldn't be carried away from him. Away from Dean, who she loved. She clung to the lining of his tux. *He's being buried in a tux? He hates tuxes!! This is ridiculous. He wouldn't wear them when he was alive, he certainly won't wear them when he's dead.* Her tears spilled onto Dean's tux as she walked away from him. People were starting to shoo her away from his side, so they too, could say goodbye. She turned and looked at him again, whispering something to his lifeless form. "I love you, Dean. I'm so sorry. Goodbye...... Save me a good seat in heaven." She walked away and her tears wouldn't stop. Her heart wouldn't stop breaking, either. Lorelai put an arm around her and walked away from the service and back to their Jeep "I'm sorry, honey. But don't stop living. It's only six more days until Christmas, try to be happy. He would want you to have a good life." "I know, Mom, and I'm fine. I made my peace with him today. How about some coffee? Luke's?" "Yay! You're drinking coffee again! My baby's back!" Lorelai smiled and surprisingly, so did Rory.
"Master Tristan, you have a call." Ellie, the maid, informed him. "Who from? I don't have much time." Tristan was getting sick of the phone ringing off the hook from people calling him congragulating him on coming back to Chilton, and inviting him to numerous Christmas parties. "It's a Miss Gilmore, sir." Tristan immediately ran to the phone and picked it up. "Rory??" "She has a name!" Rory declared. "Yes, a beautiful one. So, what's going on?" "The truth is, Tristan, I wanted to apologize for the other day when you called. I was mean when you were trying to be nice, and I'm really sorry. Maybe we can be friends if that's what you want." Tristan knew he wanted more than friendship, but he needed to give her time to clear her head. After all, Dean had only been dead five days. "No, Rory." "No?" "I mean, no, you shouldn't be sorry. I'm sorry for tormenting you sophmore year. I really was a jerk, and, I have no excuse for my actions." "That's okay, Tris, I actually miss our arguing." Tristan laughed. Then he had a thought. "Rory, do you maybe want to come to this completely lame party my parents are having on Wednesday? I know it's a little soon, but my parents are making me come, since it's our party. I really don't want to spend the whole evening pretending to be nice to all the Chiltonites. If you were there, I know I'd have fun." "A Hartford socialite party? The whole reason my mom hated her childhood. And you want me to come?" "Please, Rory? Do you really want me to suffer?" "Well, actually---" "Okay, don't answer that," Tristan interrupted. "Just come." "Okay. What time?" "Okay? Really? Thanks, Ror! You truly are the most civilized Chiltonite. I'll pick you up Wednesday, say six o clock?" "Sure. Thanks, Tristan." "What did I do?" "You're helping me not to live a half life. See you Wednesday." She hung up and left him confused. Tristan stared at the phone, as though it were Rory. *It must be something about brooding over Dean. Half life. Yeah, that makes sense.* He could hardly wait for Wednesday.
Author's Note: I know it seems like Rory is getting over him quickly, but really she's not. And Jess was a little bit out of character, but I wanted him to be really sweet and wise just this once. Not that he's not sweet or anything. Okay, I'll just go. part 3 |
I Must Be Dreaming
By: Meg-Soggy-Rice
I originally wrote this for and posted it on stars-hollow.net but i decided to put it here, too. Rory has to get over a tragic event, and is offered a lot of help by someone who really cares, cute story. I wrote it a while back and copied it directly from
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 12 - Words: 35,907 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 2 - Published: Dec 7, 2002 - id: 1107982
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