Disclaimer : Part one. Please don't make me repeat myself.
Hi everyone. Im only updating this because I need something to heal my BB-Shipper heart after seeing tonight's eppy. *sighs* Its just not right, I tell ya. But anyways, enjoy. Don't forget, its proper netiquette to leave a review if you read the story, even if you don't like it. Keep that in mind when you finish :)
The Clock Is Tickin'
Part 3
Two Days Later, Stars Hollow
Four days ago, the world had looked so bright, so promising, but now there was nothing but sorrow, emptiness, a void that only one person, one thing could fill. And that person was gone. Downing the rest of the now cold coffee that she drowned her sadness in, Lorelai pushed the cup to the side of the table and cradled her head in her hands. She was alone now. For the first time in seventeen years, she was completely alone. Rory was gone, off to spend the next six weeks in Washington D.C with Paris, Luke still wasn't being Luke, Sookie and Jackson were off on their honeymoon, her parents were on vacation and of course, there was no Christopher. Never again would there be any Christopher. He was gone, to take over the role of a father, the one who had wanted to play oh so long ago when Rory had come into the world. And she blamed herself. Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was the reasonable voice talking, telling her it wasn't her fault, but the rest of her, every inch of her body begged to differ. If she had only taken one of the many chances that they had had before, this would never have happened. Christopher would've never met Sherry, they would've never gotten together and hell, she might've even been the one pregnant now. But no. She was alone. Completely and utterly alone.
Letting out a tortured sigh, she glanced around the dimly lit kitchen, barely acknowledging the fact that it was nearly midnight. What did it matter? She couldn't sleep. She'd barely slept since the night of Sookie's wedding. Images of the past weekend, that one, wonderful, precious weekend plagued her mind and she gave into the realization that she would be able to think of nothing but that. And so she sat, in the dark, quiet house, drinking cold coffee and forcing the tears that threatened to spill, to stay back.
******
"Chris, sweetie, we really need to discuss this," Sherry announced, following Christopher as he headed into the kitchen.
Christopher gave an almost nonexistent shrug of his shoulders, grabbed a beer from the fridge and slumped down in a kitchen chair. Exhaling loudly, he finally met her gaze. "Talk about what, Sher?"
Sherry sat down next to him, attempting to take one of his hands and then giving him a bothered look when he refused. "About us. My parents are going to be visiting next week and once they hear Im pregnant, they're going to expect to also be told that there is a wedding to be planned."
Not answering right away, Christopher took a swig of his beer, rolled his eyes and then glanced back at her. "Sher, we've been over this. I don't want to get married. Im not ready to get married. Not right now."
"But Chris, my parents won't accept that answer. Can't we at least pretend we're engaged for the time they're here?" Sherry asked, her voice becoming whiner with each word.
Cringing at her tone, he shook his head, his red eyes showing evidence of his lack of sleep. "No, Sherry. Im not going to pretend to be engaged to you. They'll just have to accept that we aren't getting married."
Sherry frowned, her eyes boring into his. "Christopher, we HAVE to. You know my parents. They won't accept this. Why won't you do this little itty bitty thing for me? Please?"
Christopher shook his head again and stood up. "You want to know why? Because you have the absolutely worse timing, Sherry. You have no idea how perfect my life was going, how right things were until you called. And I can't talk about this right now because dammit, I have more important things on my mind besides what your parents are going to think of this. Excuse me," he said, his voice steadily getting louder and then he pushed past her, grabbed his jacket from the closet and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
*******
"The itsy, bitsy spider crawled up the water spout and down came the rain and washed the spider out," Lorelai incoherently mumbled, laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, with a bottle of orange juice and vodka sitting on the floor next to her. After finally accepting coffee wasn't going to miraculously cure her of her problems, she headed to the liquor cabinet. That had been three hours ago and now here she was, reciting nursery rhymes for some inane reason. This was odd, even for her.
"Ring around the Rosie.." She started again but was cut off by the phone. The object of the intrusive noise stared at her from the end table, and she stared right back. It wasn't until the tenth ring she realized the caller wasn't going to give up and she sat up, a bit too quickly.
"Whoa, blood rush," she murmured, reaching for the phone and consequently falling off the couch. "Ouch," was the immediate response, followed by a number of curses. Propping herself on her knees, she reached for the phone and pressed the talk button.
"Whoever this is, you better have a good damn reason for calling at three in the morning or else Im hanging up," she managed to get out, with minimal slurrage.
There was a pause before there was a sigh and a familiar voice spoke. "Lorelai.."
In that split second Lorelai's mind straightened out and she was almost immediately sober. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. "Chris?"
"Yeah, its me. Did I wake you?"
"Wake? You mean as in was I asleep? No, no worries there. Why are you calling? Its three AM."
Christopher took a deep breath and Lorelai prepared herself for another blow. How much worse was this going to get? "Lor.. open the door."
Lorelai gave the phone a confused look for a second before putting it back to her ear. "Door? I don't think that's safe. Who knows what kind of crazy people run the streets of Stars Hollow at three in the morning. And Im not exactly in the mood to find out..."
"Have you been drinking?" He interrupted.
Stumbling back towards the couch, she shook her head, then realized he couldn't see her through the phone. "A little, maybe."
"Is the door unlocked?"
"That's classified information."
"Lor.."
"What? Um, probably. I don't know. Why?"
"Because Im starting to get a little cold out here on the porch."
At that revelation, Lorelai froze for a moment and then was on her feet again, racing to the front door. Flinging it open, the phone dropped to the floor with a loud clatter as it came to reveal a disheveled and distraught Christopher. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other until he finally broke the trance and took a step towards her.
"Can we talk?"
*******
Short, yeah. Sorry. More more more.. soon. No school tomorrow, so maybe more then. Don't hold me to that, but we'll see :) R&R please! :)
-- Shay
p/s.. before I forget. The chapter titles are from "All I've Ever Wanted" by Mariah Carey. Absolutely beautiful song. I definitely suggest downloading if you've never heard it. And obviously I don't own the lyrics, so no need to sue :)
Hi everyone. Im only updating this because I need something to heal my BB-Shipper heart after seeing tonight's eppy. *sighs* Its just not right, I tell ya. But anyways, enjoy. Don't forget, its proper netiquette to leave a review if you read the story, even if you don't like it. Keep that in mind when you finish :)
Part 3
Two Days Later, Stars Hollow
Four days ago, the world had looked so bright, so promising, but now there was nothing but sorrow, emptiness, a void that only one person, one thing could fill. And that person was gone. Downing the rest of the now cold coffee that she drowned her sadness in, Lorelai pushed the cup to the side of the table and cradled her head in her hands. She was alone now. For the first time in seventeen years, she was completely alone. Rory was gone, off to spend the next six weeks in Washington D.C with Paris, Luke still wasn't being Luke, Sookie and Jackson were off on their honeymoon, her parents were on vacation and of course, there was no Christopher. Never again would there be any Christopher. He was gone, to take over the role of a father, the one who had wanted to play oh so long ago when Rory had come into the world. And she blamed herself. Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was the reasonable voice talking, telling her it wasn't her fault, but the rest of her, every inch of her body begged to differ. If she had only taken one of the many chances that they had had before, this would never have happened. Christopher would've never met Sherry, they would've never gotten together and hell, she might've even been the one pregnant now. But no. She was alone. Completely and utterly alone.
Letting out a tortured sigh, she glanced around the dimly lit kitchen, barely acknowledging the fact that it was nearly midnight. What did it matter? She couldn't sleep. She'd barely slept since the night of Sookie's wedding. Images of the past weekend, that one, wonderful, precious weekend plagued her mind and she gave into the realization that she would be able to think of nothing but that. And so she sat, in the dark, quiet house, drinking cold coffee and forcing the tears that threatened to spill, to stay back.
******
"Chris, sweetie, we really need to discuss this," Sherry announced, following Christopher as he headed into the kitchen.
Christopher gave an almost nonexistent shrug of his shoulders, grabbed a beer from the fridge and slumped down in a kitchen chair. Exhaling loudly, he finally met her gaze. "Talk about what, Sher?"
Sherry sat down next to him, attempting to take one of his hands and then giving him a bothered look when he refused. "About us. My parents are going to be visiting next week and once they hear Im pregnant, they're going to expect to also be told that there is a wedding to be planned."
Not answering right away, Christopher took a swig of his beer, rolled his eyes and then glanced back at her. "Sher, we've been over this. I don't want to get married. Im not ready to get married. Not right now."
"But Chris, my parents won't accept that answer. Can't we at least pretend we're engaged for the time they're here?" Sherry asked, her voice becoming whiner with each word.
Cringing at her tone, he shook his head, his red eyes showing evidence of his lack of sleep. "No, Sherry. Im not going to pretend to be engaged to you. They'll just have to accept that we aren't getting married."
Sherry frowned, her eyes boring into his. "Christopher, we HAVE to. You know my parents. They won't accept this. Why won't you do this little itty bitty thing for me? Please?"
Christopher shook his head again and stood up. "You want to know why? Because you have the absolutely worse timing, Sherry. You have no idea how perfect my life was going, how right things were until you called. And I can't talk about this right now because dammit, I have more important things on my mind besides what your parents are going to think of this. Excuse me," he said, his voice steadily getting louder and then he pushed past her, grabbed his jacket from the closet and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
*******
"The itsy, bitsy spider crawled up the water spout and down came the rain and washed the spider out," Lorelai incoherently mumbled, laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, with a bottle of orange juice and vodka sitting on the floor next to her. After finally accepting coffee wasn't going to miraculously cure her of her problems, she headed to the liquor cabinet. That had been three hours ago and now here she was, reciting nursery rhymes for some inane reason. This was odd, even for her.
"Ring around the Rosie.." She started again but was cut off by the phone. The object of the intrusive noise stared at her from the end table, and she stared right back. It wasn't until the tenth ring she realized the caller wasn't going to give up and she sat up, a bit too quickly.
"Whoa, blood rush," she murmured, reaching for the phone and consequently falling off the couch. "Ouch," was the immediate response, followed by a number of curses. Propping herself on her knees, she reached for the phone and pressed the talk button.
"Whoever this is, you better have a good damn reason for calling at three in the morning or else Im hanging up," she managed to get out, with minimal slurrage.
There was a pause before there was a sigh and a familiar voice spoke. "Lorelai.."
In that split second Lorelai's mind straightened out and she was almost immediately sober. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. "Chris?"
"Yeah, its me. Did I wake you?"
"Wake? You mean as in was I asleep? No, no worries there. Why are you calling? Its three AM."
Christopher took a deep breath and Lorelai prepared herself for another blow. How much worse was this going to get? "Lor.. open the door."
Lorelai gave the phone a confused look for a second before putting it back to her ear. "Door? I don't think that's safe. Who knows what kind of crazy people run the streets of Stars Hollow at three in the morning. And Im not exactly in the mood to find out..."
"Have you been drinking?" He interrupted.
Stumbling back towards the couch, she shook her head, then realized he couldn't see her through the phone. "A little, maybe."
"Is the door unlocked?"
"That's classified information."
"Lor.."
"What? Um, probably. I don't know. Why?"
"Because Im starting to get a little cold out here on the porch."
At that revelation, Lorelai froze for a moment and then was on her feet again, racing to the front door. Flinging it open, the phone dropped to the floor with a loud clatter as it came to reveal a disheveled and distraught Christopher. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other until he finally broke the trance and took a step towards her.
"Can we talk?"
*******
Short, yeah. Sorry. More more more.. soon. No school tomorrow, so maybe more then. Don't hold me to that, but we'll see :) R&R please! :)
-- Shay
p/s.. before I forget. The chapter titles are from "All I've Ever Wanted" by Mariah Carey. Absolutely beautiful song. I definitely suggest downloading if you've never heard it. And obviously I don't own the lyrics, so no need to sue :)