*This is my second chapter.no reviews yet but I just submitted like two
second ago so it
is excusable. I don't own any of this..the basic plot is Charles Dickens's (he's dead so
even if I did do this without crediting him he couldn't sue me) and Gilmore Girls is sure
as heck not mine so just read this story which is basically not mine!*
Rory stood stunned, staring at her grandfather who had died five years ago.
"I've been waiting for you Rory," Richard said.
"Grandpa.how are you." Rory said rushing over to hug him.
"I have been fine." he said ducking out of her reach," but you on the other hand
have not."
"What do you mean?" I am the most successful editor in the world..and I got to
it before I was thirty.I thought you of all people would be proud of me."
"Oh I am proud of you.for what you have accomplished.but not for what you
have become..You have become a hard hearted girl.given up on live, happiness, and
most of all.love."
"You know what.this is not the time to talk about this.or the time to dredge up
old memories."
"You gave up love with the one true man you ever loved.you loved Jess and you
let him go. You could have made things right with Luke and then had someone to love
you as a daughter but you always blamed him for your mother's death. You forgot Lane,
Dean, Tristan, Paris, Louise, Madeline, and every one from your past.you've probably
even forgotten me."
"No Grandpa.I could never do that..I love you. I mean I did..?"
"Tonight you will be visited by three ghosts..they will show you how you have
changed and where your path will lead if you stay this way."
"I must go now," said Richard.
"No Grandpa! Stay!" said Rory adamantly.
"They will come just after the clock strikes twelve. Good bye my dear grand-
daughter and have a Merry Christmas."
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Rory yelled to the retreating Richard, who then went
through the wall.
"That was weird," thought Rory, "I don't know how Grandpa could have come
back.I don't believe in ghosts.so it must have been a dream.yeah that is what it
was!"
(Flashback)
(Rory is sitting in the same apartment that she has now but it is sparsely furnished.
The phone rings and she runs over to pick it up.)
"Hello.Rory Gilmore speaking."
"Rory.." came the choked voice of Emily.
"Grandma.what is it?"
"It's your grandfather.last night he had a stroke and died in his sleep."
Rory started sobbing and Emily was trying to comfort her, even though she too
was crying.
"I know how hard this is.I mean your grandfather today and your mother."
"You don't know anything Grandmother. I will send a wreath to the funeral
home. I am very sorry," Rory said coldly.
"But Rory sweetie," said Emily.
"Goodbye Grandma," Rory said hanging up.
(End Flashback)
Then Rory went into her bedroom and pulled out a picture. It was her at her
high school graduation. It had the picture of the people that she loved most. It had
Lane on one side of her mother, who had her arm hooked through Rory's and Jess with
his arm slung over her shoulders, looking at her lovingly instead of the camera, and her
grandparents, on the other side of Jess, looking so proud.
But the person that she did not recognize in the picture was herself. A happy
girl.ten years younger with a perfect life. Where had she gone?
After her shower, Rory went to bed and closed her eyes, telling herself that what
her grandfather said about ghosts coming at midnight was just a joke.
*Dang this is getting kind of angsty! Well a visit from the ghost of Christmas past coming up!*
is excusable. I don't own any of this..the basic plot is Charles Dickens's (he's dead so
even if I did do this without crediting him he couldn't sue me) and Gilmore Girls is sure
as heck not mine so just read this story which is basically not mine!*
Rory stood stunned, staring at her grandfather who had died five years ago.
"I've been waiting for you Rory," Richard said.
"Grandpa.how are you." Rory said rushing over to hug him.
"I have been fine." he said ducking out of her reach," but you on the other hand
have not."
"What do you mean?" I am the most successful editor in the world..and I got to
it before I was thirty.I thought you of all people would be proud of me."
"Oh I am proud of you.for what you have accomplished.but not for what you
have become..You have become a hard hearted girl.given up on live, happiness, and
most of all.love."
"You know what.this is not the time to talk about this.or the time to dredge up
old memories."
"You gave up love with the one true man you ever loved.you loved Jess and you
let him go. You could have made things right with Luke and then had someone to love
you as a daughter but you always blamed him for your mother's death. You forgot Lane,
Dean, Tristan, Paris, Louise, Madeline, and every one from your past.you've probably
even forgotten me."
"No Grandpa.I could never do that..I love you. I mean I did..?"
"Tonight you will be visited by three ghosts..they will show you how you have
changed and where your path will lead if you stay this way."
"I must go now," said Richard.
"No Grandpa! Stay!" said Rory adamantly.
"They will come just after the clock strikes twelve. Good bye my dear grand-
daughter and have a Merry Christmas."
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Rory yelled to the retreating Richard, who then went
through the wall.
"That was weird," thought Rory, "I don't know how Grandpa could have come
back.I don't believe in ghosts.so it must have been a dream.yeah that is what it
was!"
(Flashback)
(Rory is sitting in the same apartment that she has now but it is sparsely furnished.
The phone rings and she runs over to pick it up.)
"Hello.Rory Gilmore speaking."
"Rory.." came the choked voice of Emily.
"Grandma.what is it?"
"It's your grandfather.last night he had a stroke and died in his sleep."
Rory started sobbing and Emily was trying to comfort her, even though she too
was crying.
"I know how hard this is.I mean your grandfather today and your mother."
"You don't know anything Grandmother. I will send a wreath to the funeral
home. I am very sorry," Rory said coldly.
"But Rory sweetie," said Emily.
"Goodbye Grandma," Rory said hanging up.
(End Flashback)
Then Rory went into her bedroom and pulled out a picture. It was her at her
high school graduation. It had the picture of the people that she loved most. It had
Lane on one side of her mother, who had her arm hooked through Rory's and Jess with
his arm slung over her shoulders, looking at her lovingly instead of the camera, and her
grandparents, on the other side of Jess, looking so proud.
But the person that she did not recognize in the picture was herself. A happy
girl.ten years younger with a perfect life. Where had she gone?
After her shower, Rory went to bed and closed her eyes, telling herself that what
her grandfather said about ghosts coming at midnight was just a joke.
*Dang this is getting kind of angsty! Well a visit from the ghost of Christmas past coming up!*