Title: Dreams
Author: Kat
Pairing: R/?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own none of GG.
A/N: Ch. 4 is up, sorry for the delay, so enjoy, and please r/r! Thanks.
**
Rory awoke to the bridge moving under her. Her head throbbed like someone had hit her with an anvil. Then she remembered, confronting Shane about messing with Jess's car. She didn't have any actual proof to accuse Shane, so until she did, then she couldn't do anything.
She knew Jess wasn't dead, she just had to find him.
**
Waves crashed on the beach, the sun glinted along the water. As it slowly sank below the horizon, creating a red reflection down the center of the ocean. A young girl walked along the beach looking at the water, trying to imagine what it would it be like? To be a mermaid, to swim in the dark depths of the water. Among the mysterious creatures that exist, that hide from intruders. She closed her eyes threw her arms out and twirled. Letting the wind caress her long dark locks softly in the dying sunlight. She felt the coldness on her arm, goosebumps appeared in shriveled terror. She tensed. He was here. Every night, she came to the beach, to watch the sun die. A dark world came alive, his world. She turned and looked, there he was in the shadows, waiting for her.
"What do you want?" she demanded of the shadow that moved and mocked her.
"I want you," it whispered.
"Why?"
"Because, you're the forbidden fruit, and I want a bite of true temptation," it answered.
"Then come into the dying light, let me see what you are," she said softly.
The shadow moved and became a human shadow. "Who are you?" she questioned, her eyes wondering, she tilted her head to look up at him.
"I am your destiny, as you are mine," he said cryptically.
"Why?" she asked, moving back, away from him.
"Because-" he was cut off by a blinding light, he covered his face and blended back into the shadows.
"Wait, come back," she said. It was no use, he was gone.
*~*~*~*~*~
"Sweetie, it's time to go home," a male voice called.
"No, I will never go home, leave me alone," she cried out. Turning in the opposite direction, she ran into the shadows, following her abstruse admirer. She ran and ran, until she tripped and fell. Her skin broke and started to bleed, at first small rivulets then it became a gushing river. She felt herself dying, she lay back.
She looked heavenward and there he stood. "Come with me," he said, offering his hand.
She hesitated briefly and that cost her. He faded into the dark and never came back. She lay there dying slowly. Her eyes closed.
**
Her eyes opened, slick sweat covered her body, she shivered. That was the third night in a row that she'd had that same dream? Why did she keep dreaming of Jess, it'd been two months since he'd been declared "dead."
What did it mean? She looked at her bedside clock, the red numbers mocked her, 3:33. The same time for the third night. She slowly got out of bed and looked at herself, no bleeding, she was perfectly sane. She blew a breath of relief and went over to her mirror and sat down and looked at herself.
Long dark hair that hung halfway down her back, cerulean blue eyes stared back at her. A pale complexion that was supposed to be "en vogue", or so her mother said. She slowly made her way to her bedroom door, she heard a sound behind her.
A soft moan, she froze, her heart racing like a racehorse. She spun around, ready to attack whoever was there. There was no one there. She took a deep breath, and put her hand on her chest. She crawled back into bed and fell into a deep sleep. That was only broken when her alarm clock went off at 7:14. She rolled out of bed, ready to face a new day.
**
Since Jess had been declared dead, she'd tried to get on with her life, but it'd been so hard. There was this huge hole in her heart, and it didn't seem to be healing. She felt like she was in limbo, waiting for something to happen. But what?
Rory looked out the bus window, watching the snow thicken on the ground. Tomorrow night was New Year's Eve. She and Jess would've stayed home and read a book together and.. A tear rolled silently down her cheek, Christmas had been so lonely without Jess. Lorelai and Luke were together, but it was still like a piece of the family unit was missing...
She'd bought him a present, but he hadn't been there to get it. Another thing that'd been bugging her, ever since that day on the dock, when Shane knocked her. Shane had kept her distance, avoiding Rory like the plague. Same as Dean, he wouldn't even walk on the same side of the street as Rory.
There was something there, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, a piece of the puzzle, she needed to focus. She was so tired, sick of trying to remember what had happened, all she could think about was Jess, his smile, the sound of his voice. He was- had been everything to her.
**
"This one was barely alive, when we found him, very lucky to have survived," a low voice floated down a corridor.
"He could probably see the angels, when you grabbed him back, he's very lucky," another voice added to the conversation.
Both looked at the young man, lying still in the white bed, his head covered in bandages.
"He's been like this for the last two months, it's not a bad thing, it's just like he's in a deep sleep. We found no I.D. on him, so he's a John Doe. I have a feeling he'll awaken soon, and everything will change," one voice prophesized.
**
Rory was at home, doing some of her over the holidays homework. She stopped for a second to take a breather, and thought back to Halloween night. There was something nagging her about that night. While she and Jess had been at the dance, Shane and Dean had been there, but not for the whole time. They'd left at one point and returned a little later.
What if? Shane and Dean had tampered with Jess's brakes, in an attempt to kill Jess and her. She had to talk to Dean.
She grabbed her coat and made her way over to Doose's.
**
Dean was stocking the shelves, when someone poked him from behind.
"Did you and Shane tamper with Jess's brakes on Halloween night, before Jess and I left the dance?" Rory asked.
"I- I-," Dean stumbled over the words.
"Answer me damn it," Rory demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Fine, if you want it that way, I'll find out the truth," Rory threatened him as she stormed out of Doose's market.
Rory tramped down to the hair shop, where Shane worked.
Shane was behind the counter reading a magazine, she looked up when she saw Rory come in. Her eyes narrowed, "What'd you want?"
"Murderer," Rory said aloud.
"What'd you call me?" Shane looked up.
"A murderer, you murdered Jess, and you're going to pay. I'll see you burn for this, you witch."
"And your proof is what?" Shane laughed, she walked into the back. Rory followed her.
"Looking to get a little physical?" Shane mocked. Her ass met the ground roughly as Rory kicked her in the stomach.
"You bitch," Shane growled.
Rory took off her jacket, grabbed Shane's hair and started pulling. She got in a few good kicks too.
"If you don't think I'll find out what you did to Jess's car, you're dead wrong, not only will I find out, I'll get you good," Rory whispered in her ear. She picked her jacket up and strode out.
**
"He's waking up?" the voice said.
The body that'd been silent for two months, tried to sit up. He tried to say something that was muffled against the bandages. One person stepped forward to remove the bandage from around his mouth.
"Rory." The voice repeated hoarsely.
Author: Kat
Pairing: R/?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own none of GG.
A/N: Ch. 4 is up, sorry for the delay, so enjoy, and please r/r! Thanks.
**
Rory awoke to the bridge moving under her. Her head throbbed like someone had hit her with an anvil. Then she remembered, confronting Shane about messing with Jess's car. She didn't have any actual proof to accuse Shane, so until she did, then she couldn't do anything.
She knew Jess wasn't dead, she just had to find him.
**
Waves crashed on the beach, the sun glinted along the water. As it slowly sank below the horizon, creating a red reflection down the center of the ocean. A young girl walked along the beach looking at the water, trying to imagine what it would it be like? To be a mermaid, to swim in the dark depths of the water. Among the mysterious creatures that exist, that hide from intruders. She closed her eyes threw her arms out and twirled. Letting the wind caress her long dark locks softly in the dying sunlight. She felt the coldness on her arm, goosebumps appeared in shriveled terror. She tensed. He was here. Every night, she came to the beach, to watch the sun die. A dark world came alive, his world. She turned and looked, there he was in the shadows, waiting for her.
"What do you want?" she demanded of the shadow that moved and mocked her.
"I want you," it whispered.
"Why?"
"Because, you're the forbidden fruit, and I want a bite of true temptation," it answered.
"Then come into the dying light, let me see what you are," she said softly.
The shadow moved and became a human shadow. "Who are you?" she questioned, her eyes wondering, she tilted her head to look up at him.
"I am your destiny, as you are mine," he said cryptically.
"Why?" she asked, moving back, away from him.
"Because-" he was cut off by a blinding light, he covered his face and blended back into the shadows.
"Wait, come back," she said. It was no use, he was gone.
*~*~*~*~*~
"Sweetie, it's time to go home," a male voice called.
"No, I will never go home, leave me alone," she cried out. Turning in the opposite direction, she ran into the shadows, following her abstruse admirer. She ran and ran, until she tripped and fell. Her skin broke and started to bleed, at first small rivulets then it became a gushing river. She felt herself dying, she lay back.
She looked heavenward and there he stood. "Come with me," he said, offering his hand.
She hesitated briefly and that cost her. He faded into the dark and never came back. She lay there dying slowly. Her eyes closed.
**
Her eyes opened, slick sweat covered her body, she shivered. That was the third night in a row that she'd had that same dream? Why did she keep dreaming of Jess, it'd been two months since he'd been declared "dead."
What did it mean? She looked at her bedside clock, the red numbers mocked her, 3:33. The same time for the third night. She slowly got out of bed and looked at herself, no bleeding, she was perfectly sane. She blew a breath of relief and went over to her mirror and sat down and looked at herself.
Long dark hair that hung halfway down her back, cerulean blue eyes stared back at her. A pale complexion that was supposed to be "en vogue", or so her mother said. She slowly made her way to her bedroom door, she heard a sound behind her.
A soft moan, she froze, her heart racing like a racehorse. She spun around, ready to attack whoever was there. There was no one there. She took a deep breath, and put her hand on her chest. She crawled back into bed and fell into a deep sleep. That was only broken when her alarm clock went off at 7:14. She rolled out of bed, ready to face a new day.
**
Since Jess had been declared dead, she'd tried to get on with her life, but it'd been so hard. There was this huge hole in her heart, and it didn't seem to be healing. She felt like she was in limbo, waiting for something to happen. But what?
Rory looked out the bus window, watching the snow thicken on the ground. Tomorrow night was New Year's Eve. She and Jess would've stayed home and read a book together and.. A tear rolled silently down her cheek, Christmas had been so lonely without Jess. Lorelai and Luke were together, but it was still like a piece of the family unit was missing...
She'd bought him a present, but he hadn't been there to get it. Another thing that'd been bugging her, ever since that day on the dock, when Shane knocked her. Shane had kept her distance, avoiding Rory like the plague. Same as Dean, he wouldn't even walk on the same side of the street as Rory.
There was something there, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, a piece of the puzzle, she needed to focus. She was so tired, sick of trying to remember what had happened, all she could think about was Jess, his smile, the sound of his voice. He was- had been everything to her.
**
"This one was barely alive, when we found him, very lucky to have survived," a low voice floated down a corridor.
"He could probably see the angels, when you grabbed him back, he's very lucky," another voice added to the conversation.
Both looked at the young man, lying still in the white bed, his head covered in bandages.
"He's been like this for the last two months, it's not a bad thing, it's just like he's in a deep sleep. We found no I.D. on him, so he's a John Doe. I have a feeling he'll awaken soon, and everything will change," one voice prophesized.
**
Rory was at home, doing some of her over the holidays homework. She stopped for a second to take a breather, and thought back to Halloween night. There was something nagging her about that night. While she and Jess had been at the dance, Shane and Dean had been there, but not for the whole time. They'd left at one point and returned a little later.
What if? Shane and Dean had tampered with Jess's brakes, in an attempt to kill Jess and her. She had to talk to Dean.
She grabbed her coat and made her way over to Doose's.
**
Dean was stocking the shelves, when someone poked him from behind.
"Did you and Shane tamper with Jess's brakes on Halloween night, before Jess and I left the dance?" Rory asked.
"I- I-," Dean stumbled over the words.
"Answer me damn it," Rory demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Fine, if you want it that way, I'll find out the truth," Rory threatened him as she stormed out of Doose's market.
Rory tramped down to the hair shop, where Shane worked.
Shane was behind the counter reading a magazine, she looked up when she saw Rory come in. Her eyes narrowed, "What'd you want?"
"Murderer," Rory said aloud.
"What'd you call me?" Shane looked up.
"A murderer, you murdered Jess, and you're going to pay. I'll see you burn for this, you witch."
"And your proof is what?" Shane laughed, she walked into the back. Rory followed her.
"Looking to get a little physical?" Shane mocked. Her ass met the ground roughly as Rory kicked her in the stomach.
"You bitch," Shane growled.
Rory took off her jacket, grabbed Shane's hair and started pulling. She got in a few good kicks too.
"If you don't think I'll find out what you did to Jess's car, you're dead wrong, not only will I find out, I'll get you good," Rory whispered in her ear. She picked her jacket up and strode out.
**
"He's waking up?" the voice said.
The body that'd been silent for two months, tried to sit up. He tried to say something that was muffled against the bandages. One person stepped forward to remove the bandage from around his mouth.
"Rory." The voice repeated hoarsely.