"Revolving Satellites Redux" by Gluglug
Chapter Four: Wuthering Heights
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Mid - Third Season
Rating: PG -13
Summary: Rory and Lorelai discuss lists and "Wuthering Heights"
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
Later that evening it was bedtime and Rory knocked on her mother's bedroom door.
"Hey, Mom, you've been unusually quiet for the past few hours. I just wanted to see if you're ok." Rory noticed her mother was typing away on her laptop. "What are you working on?"
"My Luke list."
"Is it a pro and con list - like the one I made about Jess versus Dean?"
"Sort of, except this one has no cons - I've listed everything that I like about Luke, it's more of a 'my favorite Luke moments' list.
"How many do you have?"
"Fourty-four."
"Wow, that's a lot of moments."
Well, I've known Luke since 1987. Fifteen years, and that's an average of about three moments per year. But now that I think about it - most of my entries are from the past three years." She stopped typing and looked up at her daughter. "So, anyway, how are Paris, Emily, Anne, and Charlotte?"
"Still dead, Paris' the exception. We're ready for our presentation tomorrow. I've done my analysis of "Wuthering Heights" and I've forgotten just how depressing that story is. You know, Bronte heroines really don't run around declaring their undying passion, they either die or wait around and suffer for the men they love."
"Well, you have to remember that my Bronte knowledge is limited to Kate Bush's song "Wuthering Heights" and that awful "Jane Eyre" movie with Charlotte "daughter of Serge" Gainsbourg. I never got around to reading them in high school because they were only taught in AP English, and since I was breast feeding you around that time it kind of fell off my radar."
"Okay, gross. So you never read 'Wuthering Heights'?"
"No, I all I know about Cathy and Heathcliff is from Kate Bush's lyrics about longing from beyond the grave. So, is it about necrophilia or something?"
"Again, gross." Rory sighed. "Here's the Cliff Notes version - the story is set in the Yorkshire moors at the Earnshaw estate, aka Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff is brought to WH from Liverpool by Mr. Earnshaw. He's sort of adopted into the family and grows up with Earnshaw's kids, Catherine and Hindley. After Mr. Earnshaw dies, Heathcliff is bullied by Hindley. Heathcliff falls for Cathy, but she eventually breaks his heart by marrying Edgar Linton instead. Heathcliff becomes even more dark and enigmatic after Cathy dies in childbirth. She has a baby girl, also named Catherine."
Lorelei nodded. "How depressing. Hey, I named you after me, does that make me a Bronte heroine? Well I didn't die in childbirth, at least. Emily wrote this one, right?"
Rory snorted. "Yeah, the comparisons are spooky. Anyway, to further complicate things, Heathcliff marries Edgar's sister Isabella but she flees to the south. Their son, Linton and Cathy Number Two marry, but Linton dies because he's all sickly. Hareton, Hindley's son, and Cathy Number Two became close. As Heathcliff grows older, he goes crazy from his grief, has visions and longs for death so he can be with his beloved Cathy Number One."
"Yikes. Not only do you need a scorecard and a genealogy chart, I bet you just want to smack these people out of frustration."
"Yeah, they can be frustrating at times, but that's the way it's written."
"Hey, if I'm Cathy, does that make Luke Heathcliff?"
"Oh yeah, if he ran a diner and wore flannel. Mom, you and Luke are nothing like Cathy and Heathcliff."
"Well they wound up marrying the wrong people and then dying, right? What if that happens to me and Luke? I don't want him to go nuts and lock himself in the diner having visions of me drinking coffee with him in heaven!"
"Do you really think Luke would drink coffee, even in death?" Rory teased. "Well, it seems that you've made up your mind. Telling him how you feel guarantees you won't end up like a Bronte heroine."
"So it's a cautionary tale?"
"Well, that's part of my presentation. Anyway, speaking of presentations, are you going to share your list with Luke?"
"Oh, no - this is something I did to help me sort out my feelings. I have all the stuff you mentioned from our conversation earlier and just a lot of little things that he's done over the years that made me realize what a great guy he is. I mean, I've always known that, but I'm beginning to see him in a new light. Seeing it all written out gives me all the proof I need that my feelings for him are more than just friendship or even lust."
"So when and how do you plan to tell him - are you gonna tell him about your little mistake last night?"
"No, and no one in this town is going to find out, either. If you say anything, especially to Jess, I'll tell him that you like Justin Timberlake's new CD."
"Hey, it's funky. And this is coming from a woman who used to wear rhinestone bandannas and Britney t-shirts."
"I was being ironic."
"Whatever, Alanis - I'm gonna go to bed now. So, we're going to the diner for breakfast?"
"Yes, although I'm not planning to tell him with everyone around, I'm should try to get some alone time, although it's kind of challenge these days."
"I have an idea - he has to pick up Bert, right? You should schedule a time for him to come over, make him some tea and then talk. Just let me know when and I'll make myself scarce."
"Great idea - how could I forget Luke's toolbox?" Lorelai started to giggle again.
Rory rolled her eyes and kissed her mother goodnight. "Pleasant dreams, mom."
Her mother was still giggling. "Oh, I'm assured some pleasant dreams. Night, hon."
Lorelei stared at her laptop and made one more entry to her list before shutting it down for the night.
"Number 45 - Luke's Toolbox."
Lorelai stopped giggling and decided that she had to hear a particular song before going to bed. She went over to her CD drawer and pulled out one of her favorite Kate Bush CDs, "The Kick Inside."
She bought it when she was pregnant with Rory, the title being appropriate. Lorelai fell in love with Kate's stuff and listened to her quite a bit during her first few years of motherhood, there was just something about her voice and the romantic poetry of her music. She popped the CD in her mini boom box and the song began to play.
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy: Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream, My only master.
Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
TBC
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Moswen, I love "Snake Woman Flannel," btw. I haven't read WH since senior year's English class which was well over fifteen years ago. I realized you were right about Bronte heroines, so this is my answer to that.
I decided not to make Lorelai's Luke list public yet, it will show up in some form in a future chapter - this one will probably run to ten - my longest fic yet. And if you've never listened to Kate Bush, y'all should. Maxwell recently covered "This Woman's Work." He did an awesome job, but the original is better and always brings me to tears.
Chapter Four: Wuthering Heights
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Mid - Third Season
Rating: PG -13
Summary: Rory and Lorelai discuss lists and "Wuthering Heights"
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
Later that evening it was bedtime and Rory knocked on her mother's bedroom door.
"Hey, Mom, you've been unusually quiet for the past few hours. I just wanted to see if you're ok." Rory noticed her mother was typing away on her laptop. "What are you working on?"
"My Luke list."
"Is it a pro and con list - like the one I made about Jess versus Dean?"
"Sort of, except this one has no cons - I've listed everything that I like about Luke, it's more of a 'my favorite Luke moments' list.
"How many do you have?"
"Fourty-four."
"Wow, that's a lot of moments."
Well, I've known Luke since 1987. Fifteen years, and that's an average of about three moments per year. But now that I think about it - most of my entries are from the past three years." She stopped typing and looked up at her daughter. "So, anyway, how are Paris, Emily, Anne, and Charlotte?"
"Still dead, Paris' the exception. We're ready for our presentation tomorrow. I've done my analysis of "Wuthering Heights" and I've forgotten just how depressing that story is. You know, Bronte heroines really don't run around declaring their undying passion, they either die or wait around and suffer for the men they love."
"Well, you have to remember that my Bronte knowledge is limited to Kate Bush's song "Wuthering Heights" and that awful "Jane Eyre" movie with Charlotte "daughter of Serge" Gainsbourg. I never got around to reading them in high school because they were only taught in AP English, and since I was breast feeding you around that time it kind of fell off my radar."
"Okay, gross. So you never read 'Wuthering Heights'?"
"No, I all I know about Cathy and Heathcliff is from Kate Bush's lyrics about longing from beyond the grave. So, is it about necrophilia or something?"
"Again, gross." Rory sighed. "Here's the Cliff Notes version - the story is set in the Yorkshire moors at the Earnshaw estate, aka Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff is brought to WH from Liverpool by Mr. Earnshaw. He's sort of adopted into the family and grows up with Earnshaw's kids, Catherine and Hindley. After Mr. Earnshaw dies, Heathcliff is bullied by Hindley. Heathcliff falls for Cathy, but she eventually breaks his heart by marrying Edgar Linton instead. Heathcliff becomes even more dark and enigmatic after Cathy dies in childbirth. She has a baby girl, also named Catherine."
Lorelei nodded. "How depressing. Hey, I named you after me, does that make me a Bronte heroine? Well I didn't die in childbirth, at least. Emily wrote this one, right?"
Rory snorted. "Yeah, the comparisons are spooky. Anyway, to further complicate things, Heathcliff marries Edgar's sister Isabella but she flees to the south. Their son, Linton and Cathy Number Two marry, but Linton dies because he's all sickly. Hareton, Hindley's son, and Cathy Number Two became close. As Heathcliff grows older, he goes crazy from his grief, has visions and longs for death so he can be with his beloved Cathy Number One."
"Yikes. Not only do you need a scorecard and a genealogy chart, I bet you just want to smack these people out of frustration."
"Yeah, they can be frustrating at times, but that's the way it's written."
"Hey, if I'm Cathy, does that make Luke Heathcliff?"
"Oh yeah, if he ran a diner and wore flannel. Mom, you and Luke are nothing like Cathy and Heathcliff."
"Well they wound up marrying the wrong people and then dying, right? What if that happens to me and Luke? I don't want him to go nuts and lock himself in the diner having visions of me drinking coffee with him in heaven!"
"Do you really think Luke would drink coffee, even in death?" Rory teased. "Well, it seems that you've made up your mind. Telling him how you feel guarantees you won't end up like a Bronte heroine."
"So it's a cautionary tale?"
"Well, that's part of my presentation. Anyway, speaking of presentations, are you going to share your list with Luke?"
"Oh, no - this is something I did to help me sort out my feelings. I have all the stuff you mentioned from our conversation earlier and just a lot of little things that he's done over the years that made me realize what a great guy he is. I mean, I've always known that, but I'm beginning to see him in a new light. Seeing it all written out gives me all the proof I need that my feelings for him are more than just friendship or even lust."
"So when and how do you plan to tell him - are you gonna tell him about your little mistake last night?"
"No, and no one in this town is going to find out, either. If you say anything, especially to Jess, I'll tell him that you like Justin Timberlake's new CD."
"Hey, it's funky. And this is coming from a woman who used to wear rhinestone bandannas and Britney t-shirts."
"I was being ironic."
"Whatever, Alanis - I'm gonna go to bed now. So, we're going to the diner for breakfast?"
"Yes, although I'm not planning to tell him with everyone around, I'm should try to get some alone time, although it's kind of challenge these days."
"I have an idea - he has to pick up Bert, right? You should schedule a time for him to come over, make him some tea and then talk. Just let me know when and I'll make myself scarce."
"Great idea - how could I forget Luke's toolbox?" Lorelai started to giggle again.
Rory rolled her eyes and kissed her mother goodnight. "Pleasant dreams, mom."
Her mother was still giggling. "Oh, I'm assured some pleasant dreams. Night, hon."
Lorelei stared at her laptop and made one more entry to her list before shutting it down for the night.
"Number 45 - Luke's Toolbox."
Lorelai stopped giggling and decided that she had to hear a particular song before going to bed. She went over to her CD drawer and pulled out one of her favorite Kate Bush CDs, "The Kick Inside."
She bought it when she was pregnant with Rory, the title being appropriate. Lorelai fell in love with Kate's stuff and listened to her quite a bit during her first few years of motherhood, there was just something about her voice and the romantic poetry of her music. She popped the CD in her mini boom box and the song began to play.
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy: Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream, My only master.
Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
TBC
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Moswen, I love "Snake Woman Flannel," btw. I haven't read WH since senior year's English class which was well over fifteen years ago. I realized you were right about Bronte heroines, so this is my answer to that.
I decided not to make Lorelai's Luke list public yet, it will show up in some form in a future chapter - this one will probably run to ten - my longest fic yet. And if you've never listened to Kate Bush, y'all should. Maxwell recently covered "This Woman's Work." He did an awesome job, but the original is better and always brings me to tears.