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..)
I'm going to post the last chapter on Christmas Eve, most likely, and I realize this ending is somewhat abrupt, but I want to get to where I'm going and to get there by Christmas. This is definitely not my best work, because it transfers from slow pacing and no plot and all the action in the last two or three chapters. Anyway, just wanted to apologize.
Yes, I know this chapter is tres tres short.
Feedback: Reviews are like crack to me. I need them. I get them, I'm a happy happy girl with inspiration. I don't, I'm well..not. On both counts. :hinthint:
*****************All I Want For Christmas Is You*****************
~~~~Chapter Five: This Is All I'm Asking For ~~~~
.This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see baby
Standing right outside my door.
Lorelai awoke with a start. She vaguely remembered a dream so wonderful, full of love and happiness, but she couldn't remember the face of its star. She shivered, pulling her comforter tightly around her.
She tried to go to sleep, nestling her head in her soft pillow as she attempted to return to dreamland. She realized after only a few minutes that this was hopeless; she would never be able to get back to sleep. Counting sheep would be fruitless, listing to soothing music, futile. She threw the comforter off her flannel-clad body and slipped into bunny slippers. She walked down the stairs, craving coffee but not wanting to wake Rory up. She sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine, and leafed through it, desperate to find anything that would interest her.
She threw it down in aversion a moment later. She fought the urge to wake her daughter, just so she could have someone to entertain her. It was Christmas Eve after all, they could open their presents at (Lorelai glanced at her watch and laughed softly) 2 in the morning.
Her thoughts traveled, as they often did when she couldn't sleep. She would always decisions in the middle of the night when rest wouldn't come, and they would be good ones.
This night, two things were on her mind.
The first of which concerned her daughter. Little slipped passed Lorelai, and she noticed the looks passing between the two at the diner recently. Rory had told her Dean's accusations while declaring them false, and Lorelai didn't push the issue. But she noticed. Rory's nervousness, while not exactly a new thing, increased by leaps and bounds whenever she was around Jess.
Lorelai had protested. Wait, scratch that. "Griped" would probably be a better term. At the very least, she'd disapproved. But all those objections she'd had were draining away. She wasn't sure why. Jess hadn't become a model citizen. He actually hadn't changed at all. But she could see, and she could sense, and she didn't want to turn into her mother.
She still had her reservations, of course. She didn't want to see Rory with a bad boy. She didn't want Jess to be her daughter's Chris.
Chris. The other person on her very awake and alert mind.
She'd deleted it, but the words on his message ran through her head. He missed them. Not Rory, her too. And she wanted him to. God, that sounded desperate. She wanted him to miss her? Selfish..
Her thoughts her interrupted from the sound of an car engine outside. She got up quickly and walked over to the window. She pulled the curtain aside and looked outside. She frowned, not recognizing the car there.
There was a soft knock on the door, and she ran and pulled it open hesitantly.
Her jaw dropped. "Chris?" She gasped.
He asked softly, "Can I come in?"
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..)
I'm going to post the last chapter on Christmas Eve, most likely, and I realize this ending is somewhat abrupt, but I want to get to where I'm going and to get there by Christmas. This is definitely not my best work, because it transfers from slow pacing and no plot and all the action in the last two or three chapters. Anyway, just wanted to apologize.
Yes, I know this chapter is tres tres short.
Feedback: Reviews are like crack to me. I need them. I get them, I'm a happy happy girl with inspiration. I don't, I'm well..not. On both counts. :hinthint:
*****************All I Want For Christmas Is You*****************
~~~~Chapter Five: This Is All I'm Asking For ~~~~
.This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see baby
Standing right outside my door.
Lorelai awoke with a start. She vaguely remembered a dream so wonderful, full of love and happiness, but she couldn't remember the face of its star. She shivered, pulling her comforter tightly around her.
She tried to go to sleep, nestling her head in her soft pillow as she attempted to return to dreamland. She realized after only a few minutes that this was hopeless; she would never be able to get back to sleep. Counting sheep would be fruitless, listing to soothing music, futile. She threw the comforter off her flannel-clad body and slipped into bunny slippers. She walked down the stairs, craving coffee but not wanting to wake Rory up. She sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine, and leafed through it, desperate to find anything that would interest her.
She threw it down in aversion a moment later. She fought the urge to wake her daughter, just so she could have someone to entertain her. It was Christmas Eve after all, they could open their presents at (Lorelai glanced at her watch and laughed softly) 2 in the morning.
Her thoughts traveled, as they often did when she couldn't sleep. She would always decisions in the middle of the night when rest wouldn't come, and they would be good ones.
This night, two things were on her mind.
The first of which concerned her daughter. Little slipped passed Lorelai, and she noticed the looks passing between the two at the diner recently. Rory had told her Dean's accusations while declaring them false, and Lorelai didn't push the issue. But she noticed. Rory's nervousness, while not exactly a new thing, increased by leaps and bounds whenever she was around Jess.
Lorelai had protested. Wait, scratch that. "Griped" would probably be a better term. At the very least, she'd disapproved. But all those objections she'd had were draining away. She wasn't sure why. Jess hadn't become a model citizen. He actually hadn't changed at all. But she could see, and she could sense, and she didn't want to turn into her mother.
She still had her reservations, of course. She didn't want to see Rory with a bad boy. She didn't want Jess to be her daughter's Chris.
Chris. The other person on her very awake and alert mind.
She'd deleted it, but the words on his message ran through her head. He missed them. Not Rory, her too. And she wanted him to. God, that sounded desperate. She wanted him to miss her? Selfish..
Her thoughts her interrupted from the sound of an car engine outside. She got up quickly and walked over to the window. She pulled the curtain aside and looked outside. She frowned, not recognizing the car there.
There was a soft knock on the door, and she ran and pulled it open hesitantly.
Her jaw dropped. "Chris?" She gasped.
He asked softly, "Can I come in?"