*Hey y'all.thanks for all of the positive reviews.and to Tiff, girl it is
the holidays.
brighten up..Rory may be bitchy now but she will get better and so will you! Christmas
is, as they say, the most wonderful time of the year! Please review and on with the tale!*
"What in the hell?" thought Rory, "The clock struck twelve hours ago.."
She then heard footsteps approaching her door. The door opened and she was
surprised to see her great-grandmother Lorelai.
"Great-grandmother?" asked Rory, incredulously.
"Hell yeah, little girl. Get out of the bed and don't call me great- grandmother..
makes me sound old instead of dead. Call me Trix."
"Sorry gre-Trix..what are you doing here?"
"I thought it was pretty damn obvious.I am the ghost of Christmas present, and
I am here to help you."
"Well I don't need any help...it was fun and nice to see my mom and all but this is
getting ridiculous."
"Listen missy..don't get snitty with me. If you thought that I was bitchy in life,
just wait to see me in death."
"Alright.Alright," grumbled Rory.
"Here we go!" said Trix.
They flew along for a little while and then touched down in front of a skanky little
apartment complex.
"Where are we? I don't know anyone from this part of town," said Rory, turning
her nose up.
"Just wait."
They entered and went into apartment seventeen. Before her she saw Mary
Watson and her husband sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching a late night
viewing of What a Wonderful Life.
"So sweetie, what are we gonna do tomorrow?" asked Mary's husband.
"Well, Tom, I have to go and work."
"What? You don't have the day off.I thought you were gonna ask her.
Mailmen even have the day off."
"Well, Ms. Lorelai-the-news-never-sleeps-Gilmore said that I had to be there and
I am afraid if I don't go then I will lose my job."
"I'm sorry," said Tom reassuringly, "How does this sound? We will open our
presents and I will cook dinner and we will celebrate Christmas morning at night?"
'That's great..but she really gets to me..." said Mary, pulling her hair into
a tight bun and putting on a sour face, "This coffee is not right Mary, it is too weak.the
news never sleeps, Mary.Just because I have a shitty life you have to have one too,
Mary."
"You do not have a shitty life.You have me," said Tom pulling her into his lap,
kissing her on the lips.
"I sure do."
"Well I'm gonna go to bed," said Tom, standing up and stretching, "You
coming?"
"I'll be there in a minute."
After Tom left the room, Mary pulled out a magazine from under the sofa and
opened it. Rory walked behind her to see what Mary was looking at. She was staring at
a twenty-four-caret diamond ring from Tiffany's. She sighed, put the magazine back in
its place, and went into the bedroom.
"See, they don't have much.but they do have love," said Trix, "Which is more
than I can say for you."
"Are you here to try and teach me something or to insult me?"
"Teach you something..now a trip back to Star's Hollow."
They flew above New York and touched down on the sidewalk just outside
of Luke's.
"Luke's!" Rory exclaimed excitedly, "I haven't been here in forever!"
"That you haven't."
They entered the diner and saw Luke cleaning the counters. He was still basically
the same. Flannel, backwards baseball cap, but something in his eyes was different. He
walked past Rory and Trix to lock the door and when he walked back by them, Rory
reached out and tried to touch him but her arm went straight through his.
Luke started to walk upstairs and they followed him into the apartment. He went
into the bathroom and changed into his pajamas and then fell into bed.
"Dear Lorelai," he prayed, "I miss you so much.I love you so much still..and I
hate myself for letting you die. I need your help with Jess. Ever since Rory broke up
with him I haven't seen or heard from him..I know I could look him up but if he doesn't
want to be contacted by me I guess I need to leave him be. Maybe you could ask some
help from God on this matter. And I also ask you to please ask about Rory. I know that
you are doing all you can to help her but she hasn't talked to me since the accident. I
think that she blames by..justifiably so. Also, say hello to our baby..I guess I just
wanted to say that I love you and I need your help with these things that I mentioned."
"Luke," Rory said teary-eyed moving to his side.
"Time to go," said Trix.
"Time to go? We just got here!"
Trix just grabbed her arm and they were off once again. They landed and it
looked as if they were back in New York. They were in yet another trashy neighborhood.
"Who lives here?" asked Rory.
"Just wait and see."
They entered the apartment and Rory was shocked by what she saw.
It was Jess, but not the same Jess she left five years ago. It was the same way as
with Luke. He still had his thick dark hair and striking good looks, but something was
different about him, something in his eyes. He was sitting on the couch, with empty
beer bottles and cigarette butts on the floor. He was staring vacantly at the TV until a
coffee commercial came on and he burst out into tears.
"Oh Rory," he moaned.
Rory could not stand to see him like this so she turned away and looked at his
bookcase. She saw scrapbooks labeled for each month of the year. She pulled one out
and it contained every single article she had written for that month.
"Jess," she said, running to his side," You've got to let me see him.I love you
Jess!" she yelled, pleading with Trix.
But when she turned to plead some more with her great-grandmother, she did not
see her. All she saw was a great black figure, which must be the ghost of Christmas
future, and you know that is never good.
*OK, I am all ready for people to be all..Jess/Rory/Luke are out of character but I ask
you this question first.if you lost someone who you loved immensely, how would you
react.just a thought.please review and I hope you like!*
brighten up..Rory may be bitchy now but she will get better and so will you! Christmas
is, as they say, the most wonderful time of the year! Please review and on with the tale!*
"What in the hell?" thought Rory, "The clock struck twelve hours ago.."
She then heard footsteps approaching her door. The door opened and she was
surprised to see her great-grandmother Lorelai.
"Great-grandmother?" asked Rory, incredulously.
"Hell yeah, little girl. Get out of the bed and don't call me great- grandmother..
makes me sound old instead of dead. Call me Trix."
"Sorry gre-Trix..what are you doing here?"
"I thought it was pretty damn obvious.I am the ghost of Christmas present, and
I am here to help you."
"Well I don't need any help...it was fun and nice to see my mom and all but this is
getting ridiculous."
"Listen missy..don't get snitty with me. If you thought that I was bitchy in life,
just wait to see me in death."
"Alright.Alright," grumbled Rory.
"Here we go!" said Trix.
They flew along for a little while and then touched down in front of a skanky little
apartment complex.
"Where are we? I don't know anyone from this part of town," said Rory, turning
her nose up.
"Just wait."
They entered and went into apartment seventeen. Before her she saw Mary
Watson and her husband sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching a late night
viewing of What a Wonderful Life.
"So sweetie, what are we gonna do tomorrow?" asked Mary's husband.
"Well, Tom, I have to go and work."
"What? You don't have the day off.I thought you were gonna ask her.
Mailmen even have the day off."
"Well, Ms. Lorelai-the-news-never-sleeps-Gilmore said that I had to be there and
I am afraid if I don't go then I will lose my job."
"I'm sorry," said Tom reassuringly, "How does this sound? We will open our
presents and I will cook dinner and we will celebrate Christmas morning at night?"
'That's great..but she really gets to me..." said Mary, pulling her hair into
a tight bun and putting on a sour face, "This coffee is not right Mary, it is too weak.the
news never sleeps, Mary.Just because I have a shitty life you have to have one too,
Mary."
"You do not have a shitty life.You have me," said Tom pulling her into his lap,
kissing her on the lips.
"I sure do."
"Well I'm gonna go to bed," said Tom, standing up and stretching, "You
coming?"
"I'll be there in a minute."
After Tom left the room, Mary pulled out a magazine from under the sofa and
opened it. Rory walked behind her to see what Mary was looking at. She was staring at
a twenty-four-caret diamond ring from Tiffany's. She sighed, put the magazine back in
its place, and went into the bedroom.
"See, they don't have much.but they do have love," said Trix, "Which is more
than I can say for you."
"Are you here to try and teach me something or to insult me?"
"Teach you something..now a trip back to Star's Hollow."
They flew above New York and touched down on the sidewalk just outside
of Luke's.
"Luke's!" Rory exclaimed excitedly, "I haven't been here in forever!"
"That you haven't."
They entered the diner and saw Luke cleaning the counters. He was still basically
the same. Flannel, backwards baseball cap, but something in his eyes was different. He
walked past Rory and Trix to lock the door and when he walked back by them, Rory
reached out and tried to touch him but her arm went straight through his.
Luke started to walk upstairs and they followed him into the apartment. He went
into the bathroom and changed into his pajamas and then fell into bed.
"Dear Lorelai," he prayed, "I miss you so much.I love you so much still..and I
hate myself for letting you die. I need your help with Jess. Ever since Rory broke up
with him I haven't seen or heard from him..I know I could look him up but if he doesn't
want to be contacted by me I guess I need to leave him be. Maybe you could ask some
help from God on this matter. And I also ask you to please ask about Rory. I know that
you are doing all you can to help her but she hasn't talked to me since the accident. I
think that she blames by..justifiably so. Also, say hello to our baby..I guess I just
wanted to say that I love you and I need your help with these things that I mentioned."
"Luke," Rory said teary-eyed moving to his side.
"Time to go," said Trix.
"Time to go? We just got here!"
Trix just grabbed her arm and they were off once again. They landed and it
looked as if they were back in New York. They were in yet another trashy neighborhood.
"Who lives here?" asked Rory.
"Just wait and see."
They entered the apartment and Rory was shocked by what she saw.
It was Jess, but not the same Jess she left five years ago. It was the same way as
with Luke. He still had his thick dark hair and striking good looks, but something was
different about him, something in his eyes. He was sitting on the couch, with empty
beer bottles and cigarette butts on the floor. He was staring vacantly at the TV until a
coffee commercial came on and he burst out into tears.
"Oh Rory," he moaned.
Rory could not stand to see him like this so she turned away and looked at his
bookcase. She saw scrapbooks labeled for each month of the year. She pulled one out
and it contained every single article she had written for that month.
"Jess," she said, running to his side," You've got to let me see him.I love you
Jess!" she yelled, pleading with Trix.
But when she turned to plead some more with her great-grandmother, she did not
see her. All she saw was a great black figure, which must be the ghost of Christmas
future, and you know that is never good.
*OK, I am all ready for people to be all..Jess/Rory/Luke are out of character but I ask
you this question first.if you lost someone who you loved immensely, how would you
react.just a thought.please review and I hope you like!*