Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Summary: It's Christmas in Stars Hollow, and romance is in the air.
Pairings: R/J, L/L, L/C
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor
Setup: Dean and Rory broke up at the Dance Marathon, but Jess did not follow Rory to the bridge, and they act like nothing's between them. Lorelai didn't go to Sherrie's baby shower (Heh. I just noticed it said 'show'. Kind of fitting, yes?), and she and Rory are still not speaking to Chris. The rest of the show is the same. Set to "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey. I cut and moved and pasted and altered the lyrics to fit my own needs, but they're still not mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the lyrics.
Distribution: Sure, why not? Just email me and tell me where.
Author's Note: Pure, cheesy, one hundred percent Christmas fluff. I'm in the Christmas spirit. I can't help myself. It's a sickness. The chapters are going to be short and fluffy, because I'm working on "The Waiting Room" and that takes up a lot of my time. Please check that one out and tell me what you think! (Not a R/J..I flip flop between the 'ships..R/J to R/T to L/C to L/L..)
Oh, and Lorelai's second line in the diner, I think has been used in the show before. It came to me very easily, which is rare, so if it's from an episode could you tell me? In that case, don't own it.
Feedback: Yes. Please. No flames. Thank you.
miss.pebbles. I wouldn't taken it as a flame even if you hadn't had the lovely disclaimer. You're probably right about combining the two chapters, but I hadn't edited and rewritten the second part yet and I want to finish it before Christmas. I'm getting to the Jess interaction..don't you worry..
Angel Monroe.I've been out of the FF loop for a while (note: I didn't update "The Waiting Room" for six months. I'm a bitch.), but what's "literati"? If I knew what it was I could give it to you..heh. It's R/J, isn't it? Like Java Junkie..
*****************All I Want For Christmas Is You***************** ~~~~Chapter Three: I Just Want You For My Own~~~~
.. I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas
Is you....
"1887..1887..1887" Rory muttered to herself as she stumbled out of her room. A book was held open in one arm, a notebook in the other, and a pencil stuck out from the messy bun her unwashed hair was in.
"Hon, you do know it's only the second day of vacation and you could, conceivably, take a break?" Lorelai asked as she watched Rory drop the notebook, pull the pencil out of her hair, and scribble something in the margin of her substantial text.
Rory began to chew her lip as she stuck the pencil back in her hair and walked toward the counter. One hand fumbled for the coffee pot as the other held on to the book for dear life. "No. Have to study," she said monotonically.
"You have two weeks!"
"1887.1887.."
"It's nearly CHRISTMAS!" Lorelai yelled, tearing the book out of her daughter's grasp.
"I have to study!" Rory whined, reaching for it desperately.
"I want to PLAY!"
"We can play LATER!"
"Only three more days till CHRISTMAS, and you're STUDYING!"
"I have FINALS!"
"In TWO WEEKS!"
"I have to study NOW!"
"You're so GRUMPY!"
"Get me COFFEE!" Rory begged. "Just a little while longer! General...battle..ahhh! Brain hurts."
"Can't you relax? Just for a little while? Pretty please?" Lorelai implored pitifully.
Rory conceded reluctantly, "Fine. But I'm bringing my backpack."
"My God, it's cold!" Lorelai complained as she and Rory staggered into the diner that afternoon. "If it's going to be that cold, it should at least be snowing."
"I thought yesterday you said snow was evil and should be outlawed," Rory mused as the pair sat down and peeled off their many layers.
"Don't throw my words back at me," Lorelai snapped, rubbing her hands together to create some heat. "It's rude."
"So sorry," Rory said apologetically, her smile barely contained.
"Luuuuke!" Lorelai shrieked suddenly, causing many heads to turn towards her, but not the baseball-cap covered one she was looking for. "Luuuuuuuuke!" She yelled again, her voice rising in volume.
"Mom, maybe you should-"
"LUKE!"
"He's not here!" Jess said as he emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands with a small blue towel. Rory's eyes met his for a millisecond, and then fell down to her backpack, her heart beating faster. She rummaged around in the perfectly organized backpack, searching for something, though she wasn't quite sure what. She could feel Jess standing just a few feet away. She quickly pulled out her French book and opened it up. J'étais, tu étais, il était.Her pencil ran down the words, they swam in front of her eyes, but had no meaning.
"I see," Lorelai said, her eyes locking on Jess's. He met her stare for a minute before he turned around to grab a few coffee cups. He filled them up and set one down on the table in front of the elder Gilmore. "Thanks," Lorelai murmured as she became absorbed in the warm drink. Rory looked up at Jess, who still held her mug in his hand.
"Here," he said abruptly, setting it down after Rory stayed silent. His facial expression was frozen, and relayed nothing. But Rory was confused as she met his eyes once again, for she saw a glimmer of something there..maybe hurt?
Rory whispered to his retreating back. "Thanks."
"Did we pay?" Rory stopped suddenly as they walked up the front porch. Her three cups of coffee and two muffins sat happily in her stomach, but her pocket didn't feel any lighter.
"Do we ever?" Lorelai shrugged, stating the truth.
"Right," Rory nodded. "Guilt over. Inside, I'm cold."
Lorelai opened the door to the house, and the warm air enveloped the two as they entered. After shrugging off their warm winter coats and hanging up their scarves and hats, Rory walked over to the answering machine and noticed the blinking red number two. She pressed play and waited for the annoying techno-voice to finish it's time and day speech.
"Hello, Lorelai," Emily's voice emanated from the speaker. "How's your vacation been? Ours has been lovely. Since I haven't heard back from you, I'm assuming you will be joining us for Christmas dinner. Come at four. Goodbye."
"Damn," Lorelai laughed over the next relaying of date and time, only a few minutes before the Gilmores returned to their home.
"Rory? Lorelai?" Christopher's voice came through. Rory whipped around to look at her mother, frozen in the doorway. "Are you there?" There was a pause. His voice sounded tired, pitiful. "I just wanted to say an early.I'm not expecting a call back, but..Merry Christmas..I miss you."
The message cut off and Lorelai walked quickly forward and pressed the delete button firmly.
"You want to call him back?" she asked her daughter, noting the heartbreaking look on her face.
"No," Rory said softly, walking away from the desk.
"Alright," Her mom said, "But if you do, it's okay-"
"I don't."
Lorelai nodded, and Rory pulled her into a warm embrace.
Summary: It's Christmas in Stars Hollow, and romance is in the air.
Pairings: R/J, L/L, L/C
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor
Setup: Dean and Rory broke up at the Dance Marathon, but Jess did not follow Rory to the bridge, and they act like nothing's between them. Lorelai didn't go to Sherrie's baby shower (Heh. I just noticed it said 'show'. Kind of fitting, yes?), and she and Rory are still not speaking to Chris. The rest of the show is the same. Set to "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey. I cut and moved and pasted and altered the lyrics to fit my own needs, but they're still not mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the lyrics.
Distribution: Sure, why not? Just email me and tell me where.
Author's Note: Pure, cheesy, one hundred percent Christmas fluff. I'm in the Christmas spirit. I can't help myself. It's a sickness. The chapters are going to be short and fluffy, because I'm working on "The Waiting Room" and that takes up a lot of my time. Please check that one out and tell me what you think! (Not a R/J..I flip flop between the 'ships..R/J to R/T to L/C to L/L..)
Oh, and Lorelai's second line in the diner, I think has been used in the show before. It came to me very easily, which is rare, so if it's from an episode could you tell me? In that case, don't own it.
Feedback: Yes. Please. No flames. Thank you.
miss.pebbles. I wouldn't taken it as a flame even if you hadn't had the lovely disclaimer. You're probably right about combining the two chapters, but I hadn't edited and rewritten the second part yet and I want to finish it before Christmas. I'm getting to the Jess interaction..don't you worry..
Angel Monroe.I've been out of the FF loop for a while (note: I didn't update "The Waiting Room" for six months. I'm a bitch.), but what's "literati"? If I knew what it was I could give it to you..heh. It's R/J, isn't it? Like Java Junkie..
*****************All I Want For Christmas Is You***************** ~~~~Chapter Three: I Just Want You For My Own~~~~
.. I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas
Is you....
"1887..1887..1887" Rory muttered to herself as she stumbled out of her room. A book was held open in one arm, a notebook in the other, and a pencil stuck out from the messy bun her unwashed hair was in.
"Hon, you do know it's only the second day of vacation and you could, conceivably, take a break?" Lorelai asked as she watched Rory drop the notebook, pull the pencil out of her hair, and scribble something in the margin of her substantial text.
Rory began to chew her lip as she stuck the pencil back in her hair and walked toward the counter. One hand fumbled for the coffee pot as the other held on to the book for dear life. "No. Have to study," she said monotonically.
"You have two weeks!"
"1887.1887.."
"It's nearly CHRISTMAS!" Lorelai yelled, tearing the book out of her daughter's grasp.
"I have to study!" Rory whined, reaching for it desperately.
"I want to PLAY!"
"We can play LATER!"
"Only three more days till CHRISTMAS, and you're STUDYING!"
"I have FINALS!"
"In TWO WEEKS!"
"I have to study NOW!"
"You're so GRUMPY!"
"Get me COFFEE!" Rory begged. "Just a little while longer! General...battle..ahhh! Brain hurts."
"Can't you relax? Just for a little while? Pretty please?" Lorelai implored pitifully.
Rory conceded reluctantly, "Fine. But I'm bringing my backpack."
"My God, it's cold!" Lorelai complained as she and Rory staggered into the diner that afternoon. "If it's going to be that cold, it should at least be snowing."
"I thought yesterday you said snow was evil and should be outlawed," Rory mused as the pair sat down and peeled off their many layers.
"Don't throw my words back at me," Lorelai snapped, rubbing her hands together to create some heat. "It's rude."
"So sorry," Rory said apologetically, her smile barely contained.
"Luuuuke!" Lorelai shrieked suddenly, causing many heads to turn towards her, but not the baseball-cap covered one she was looking for. "Luuuuuuuuke!" She yelled again, her voice rising in volume.
"Mom, maybe you should-"
"LUKE!"
"He's not here!" Jess said as he emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands with a small blue towel. Rory's eyes met his for a millisecond, and then fell down to her backpack, her heart beating faster. She rummaged around in the perfectly organized backpack, searching for something, though she wasn't quite sure what. She could feel Jess standing just a few feet away. She quickly pulled out her French book and opened it up. J'étais, tu étais, il était.Her pencil ran down the words, they swam in front of her eyes, but had no meaning.
"I see," Lorelai said, her eyes locking on Jess's. He met her stare for a minute before he turned around to grab a few coffee cups. He filled them up and set one down on the table in front of the elder Gilmore. "Thanks," Lorelai murmured as she became absorbed in the warm drink. Rory looked up at Jess, who still held her mug in his hand.
"Here," he said abruptly, setting it down after Rory stayed silent. His facial expression was frozen, and relayed nothing. But Rory was confused as she met his eyes once again, for she saw a glimmer of something there..maybe hurt?
Rory whispered to his retreating back. "Thanks."
"Did we pay?" Rory stopped suddenly as they walked up the front porch. Her three cups of coffee and two muffins sat happily in her stomach, but her pocket didn't feel any lighter.
"Do we ever?" Lorelai shrugged, stating the truth.
"Right," Rory nodded. "Guilt over. Inside, I'm cold."
Lorelai opened the door to the house, and the warm air enveloped the two as they entered. After shrugging off their warm winter coats and hanging up their scarves and hats, Rory walked over to the answering machine and noticed the blinking red number two. She pressed play and waited for the annoying techno-voice to finish it's time and day speech.
"Hello, Lorelai," Emily's voice emanated from the speaker. "How's your vacation been? Ours has been lovely. Since I haven't heard back from you, I'm assuming you will be joining us for Christmas dinner. Come at four. Goodbye."
"Damn," Lorelai laughed over the next relaying of date and time, only a few minutes before the Gilmores returned to their home.
"Rory? Lorelai?" Christopher's voice came through. Rory whipped around to look at her mother, frozen in the doorway. "Are you there?" There was a pause. His voice sounded tired, pitiful. "I just wanted to say an early.I'm not expecting a call back, but..Merry Christmas..I miss you."
The message cut off and Lorelai walked quickly forward and pressed the delete button firmly.
"You want to call him back?" she asked her daughter, noting the heartbreaking look on her face.
"No," Rory said softly, walking away from the desk.
"Alright," Her mom said, "But if you do, it's okay-"
"I don't."
Lorelai nodded, and Rory pulled her into a warm embrace.