*Hey you guys! This just popped into my head and even though I am already
writing a
story (Ress and Jory.check it out) this seemed like a good time to start this one. It is the
basic premise of Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol. I don't know if anyone has done
this but if you have tell me and I'll stop but I don't think that anyone has! Felt like time
for a Christmas story! So on with the story..I hope you guys like it.
Rory Gilmore sat at her desk one late December afternoon...Christmas Eve to be
exact. She was working on some story about a young boy who sold Christmas ornaments
and raised enough money to buy the homeless shelter children Christmas presents.
"All the goodie goodies in the world," she said, "They make me sick."
But as the editor of the New York Post, she was in charge of some of the most
important and supposedly interesting articles. But Rory hated Christmas.all of the
cheer, love, and mistletoe. At one time, she had loved Christmas, loved spending time
with her mother and getting sick off Christmas cookie dough, but that all changed.she
had no time for fun and games and love if she was going to be successful.
(Flashback)
(Rory is sitting at her desk in the office, her position seems to have gone down, s
he looks like she is a lower reporter. Her office seems to be decorated in the Christmas
spirit, she has a Santa hat on her computer and garlands everywhere. It is late at night,
seems to be about midnight or so. Rory was typing up a story about how the Bulls beat
the Wizard. )
"I don't really know about sports, I don't really like sports, and this is the suckiest
article that I have written but it's Christmas and how can I be mad?" she thought to
herself
After she had finished her article and was proofing it for errors, she got a call.
Picking up the receiver, she was welcomed by the gruff voice of Luke.
"Rory?" he asked.
"Yep Luko..it's me. How's mom?"
"Well that is why I wanted to call," he said, voice cracking,
"What is it Luke? Is she having her baby? What is it.you're scaring me."
"We were riding home from your grandmother's Christmas party and there was a
drunk driver and he hit us.I'm OK, just my arms are broken and some scratches.but
your mom.she didn't.she didn't make it Rory."
Rory dropped the phone on the floor and fell into a heap crying.
(End Flashback)
Rory was brought out of her reverie by a knock on her door.
"Come in."
"Ms. Gilmore.um I uh." said Mary Watson.
"What is it.come on.I've got a lot of work to do!"
"Well since it is me and my husband's first Christmas together I thought that
maybe I could have the day off."
"Well isn't that sweet.do you think that news sleeps through Christmas?"
"No m'am."
"Well then I guess you need to come to work then but since I am feeling generous
you can come in a half hour later."
"Yes m'am."
"Now go home."
"Merry Christmas."
"Shove it up yours," Rory said once Mary had left the room."
A few hours later Rory cleaned up her office and went outside to head home. She
hailed a cab and it took her to her large apartment on 52nd Street. She entered her
apartment and was surprised to see the ghost of her dead grandfather sitting on the couch.
*How do you like it..I will add more on how Richard died and some stuff about Lorelai
and this is going to be a Literati..just wait.Review please!*
story (Ress and Jory.check it out) this seemed like a good time to start this one. It is the
basic premise of Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol. I don't know if anyone has done
this but if you have tell me and I'll stop but I don't think that anyone has! Felt like time
for a Christmas story! So on with the story..I hope you guys like it.
Rory Gilmore sat at her desk one late December afternoon...Christmas Eve to be
exact. She was working on some story about a young boy who sold Christmas ornaments
and raised enough money to buy the homeless shelter children Christmas presents.
"All the goodie goodies in the world," she said, "They make me sick."
But as the editor of the New York Post, she was in charge of some of the most
important and supposedly interesting articles. But Rory hated Christmas.all of the
cheer, love, and mistletoe. At one time, she had loved Christmas, loved spending time
with her mother and getting sick off Christmas cookie dough, but that all changed.she
had no time for fun and games and love if she was going to be successful.
(Flashback)
(Rory is sitting at her desk in the office, her position seems to have gone down, s
he looks like she is a lower reporter. Her office seems to be decorated in the Christmas
spirit, she has a Santa hat on her computer and garlands everywhere. It is late at night,
seems to be about midnight or so. Rory was typing up a story about how the Bulls beat
the Wizard. )
"I don't really know about sports, I don't really like sports, and this is the suckiest
article that I have written but it's Christmas and how can I be mad?" she thought to
herself
After she had finished her article and was proofing it for errors, she got a call.
Picking up the receiver, she was welcomed by the gruff voice of Luke.
"Rory?" he asked.
"Yep Luko..it's me. How's mom?"
"Well that is why I wanted to call," he said, voice cracking,
"What is it Luke? Is she having her baby? What is it.you're scaring me."
"We were riding home from your grandmother's Christmas party and there was a
drunk driver and he hit us.I'm OK, just my arms are broken and some scratches.but
your mom.she didn't.she didn't make it Rory."
Rory dropped the phone on the floor and fell into a heap crying.
(End Flashback)
Rory was brought out of her reverie by a knock on her door.
"Come in."
"Ms. Gilmore.um I uh." said Mary Watson.
"What is it.come on.I've got a lot of work to do!"
"Well since it is me and my husband's first Christmas together I thought that
maybe I could have the day off."
"Well isn't that sweet.do you think that news sleeps through Christmas?"
"No m'am."
"Well then I guess you need to come to work then but since I am feeling generous
you can come in a half hour later."
"Yes m'am."
"Now go home."
"Merry Christmas."
"Shove it up yours," Rory said once Mary had left the room."
A few hours later Rory cleaned up her office and went outside to head home. She
hailed a cab and it took her to her large apartment on 52nd Street. She entered her
apartment and was surprised to see the ghost of her dead grandfather sitting on the couch.
*How do you like it..I will add more on how Richard died and some stuff about Lorelai
and this is going to be a Literati..just wait.Review please!*