Title: The Clock Is Tickin'
Disclaimer: I own.. hmm.. oh wait, what's that? That's right. Nothing. I own nada. Hmmph
Author: Shay
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13/R. There might be some R-rated smut in the future..
Spoilers: Up through the season 2 finale
Pairings: L/C.. mayhaps some R/J happenings in the background
Archiving: Go ahead. Just email me and let me know
Feedback: Is much appreciated. Email: tlcforever@hotmail.com. IM: Shay52784
Authors Note :
I'm sorry this has taken so long. At first I put off updating this, so I could sort out my plans for the story, but that was pushed aside when I decided to finally finish one of my other stories. This chapter is crap, as always. It's pretty much just a filler, so I could start to get things moving and so I could get back into the BB swing of things. I hope it doesn't suck too much. Read on, my friends, read on...
The Clock is Tickin'
Part 7
Later that night, Christopher lay beside her, snoring softly, off in dreamland, a small smile playing on his face, oblivious to the turmoil the woman beside him was in. Lorelai half lay, half sat in bed, clutching the blanket to her, her eyes wide and her expression contemplative. Christopher mumbled something intelligibly and rolled over before settling back down, causing Lorelai to glance over at him, for her eyes to roam his figure, take in his features, ones that have long been committed to memory. How could she bear to lose him again?
But move to Boston. That was almost inconceivable. Stars Hollow was her home, had been since she had snuck out of her parents house at three in the morning, a two month old sleeping Rory cradled in her arms. These people, as quirky as they were, were her family, her real family. They were there for her, through thick and thin, better or for worse. The past seventeen years of her life were here, so many memories buried in these walls.
And then there was him. Christopher. Always Christopher. She loved him. There was no doubt in her mind about that, she had for the past eighteen years, if not longer. And all this time, she had just been waiting, anticipating the day when they'd both be there, in that place where they were both ready to committ. And now they were. But there had been a wrench thrown into the middle of it. Sherry. God, that woman had irked her from the moment she had met her and now she was the reason that her lifelong dream of spending the rest of her days with Christopher might not come true. However, he had left that up to her. For her to make the choice, to have a life with him and move to Boston, or stay in Stars Hollow and lose him.
It wasn't fair.
Sighing, she glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, the glowing numbers indicating that it was just after five am. Giving one more look over at Chris, she climbed out of bed and headed downstairs, intent on talking to her daughter.
******
It was after nine when the sun pouring in the bedroom windows awoke Christopher and he smiled, expecting to find Lorelai snuggled up beside him. Instead there was nothing but empty bed and he frowned. Throwing off the blanket, he slipped back into his shorts and went downstairs. As he reached the bottom step and the living room came into view, he chuckled slightly, as Lorelai was curled up on the couch, a blanket thrown awkwardly over her, one hand still clutching a blue coffee cup with unicorns on it. He padded across the room and kneeled down in front of her, gently taking the cup from her hand and placing it on the table. She stirred for a moment but didn't wake. Smoothing away a lock of hair from her face, he knelt there, for how long he didn't know, just watching her sleep. Eventually the kneeling began to hurt his knees and he stood, and stretched out to his full height. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he went into the kitchen to see if he could round up breakfast. Fifteen minutes later the eggs were frying, the smell drifting into the living room, waking Lorelai.
She groaned as she sat up, her neck aching from sleeping the way she did, but she perked up a bit when the scent of breakfast made it way to her. Standing, she followed it into the kitchen, where once again, Christopher was standing, clad in only his boxer shorts, in front of the stove, flipping an egg. She didn't speak, rather taking advantage of the moment and just admiring his presence. It seemed so right, waking up in the morning to him in her house, in her kitchen, making breakfast. And the fact that he cooked was a big plus, since coffee and pop-tarts did tend to get boring after awhile.
Christopher felt her eyes on him, but didn't turn around, knowing that she needed time to sort things out in her head, herself. So instead he kept his gaze on the pan, tossing a few sausages in with the eggs. He jumped slightly when her arms suddenly came around his waist and her chin came to rest on his shoulder.
"You're just a regular Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee, aren't you?" She whispered, somehow managing to make it sound incredibly seductive.
Grinning, he dropped the spatula and turned around so he was facing her. Even with her eyes still full of sleep, her hair sticking up in a hundred different directions, she was still absolutely beautiful to him. "Somebody has to be."
"Mmm," she conceded, gazing up at him. One hand was tracing the muscles on his chest, the other playing with the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. The actions were driving him crazy and without a thought, he pulled her into kiss. Their lips lingered on each other for a few moments before she pulled away and smiled. "Blech, morning breath."
"You could use a stick of juicy fruit yourself," Christopher rebuked, his expression teasing. Lorelai stuck her tongue out at him and pulled out of his embrace.
"I need a shower," she mumbled, trying in vain to get her hair to stay down. Finally, she gave up and gazed over at him.
He nodded. "Breakfast will be done when you get out."
She smiled her thanks to him and disappeared from view.
******
Two hours later they were both showered, fed and seated in the living room, fighting over whether or not sports could be considered quality TV.
"Oh, come on. It's got everything you need! Drama, suspense, excitement." Christopher protested.
Lorelai scowled. "Forget it. Watching big sweaty men run around in pants that could rival spandex isn't real TV."
Laughing, Christopher shook his head and drew her closer to him. She smiled up at him just before their lips met. "Okay, I conceded victory to you."
"Yay," Lorelai giggled, leaning into his embrace. Silence overcame them before Christopher cleared his throat.
"Hey, Lor?"
"Hmm?"
"What happend this morning?"
Lorelai flinched slightly at his question. "Nothing.. I just.."
"You freaked out, didn't you?"
"No! I just couldn't sleep and then I remembered I hadn't talked to Rory about everything so I got up to call her and then I fell asleep on the couch."
"You freaked out," Christopher firmly stated.
Lorelai's face fell a bit. "Yeah, kinda."
"Hey, it's okay," he said softly, gently caressing her cheek. "I was just kinda looking forward to waking up with you in my arms."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Christopher replied, smiling. "I know everything that's happened in the past few weeks is crazy and it's freaking me out too.."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Lorelai sighed and leaned up against his chest, his arm wrapped around her. "I just don't know what to do, Chris. I don't want to lose you again. But I don't know if I can leave here."
Christopher kissed the top of her head lovingly. "It's your decision, Lor. I don't want to lose you either, but really, it's the only solution we have."
"I know," Lorelai said softly, her voice trailing off as she became lost in thought.
******
The next day Christopher headed back to Boston, to talk to Sherry and Lorelai went to work, feeling alone once again. It was a little after nine that night, right in the middle of a particularly horrifying scene of Rosemary's Baby , that the phone rang, causing her to jump. Mumbling under her breath, she grabbed the phone off the table, hitting the talk button.
"Speak to me."
"Hey, Mom."
"Rory!"
"Ow, okay, that was my ear."
"Sorry, kid. What's up? How's Washington? Shoved a pencil into Paris' eye, yet?"
"And get blood on my brand new shirt, are you crazy?" Rory kidded. "Washington's the same as it was the last time we talked. I just thought I'd call you while she's in the shower."
"Right, because blood doesn't wash out. I applaud your intelligence," Lorelai grinned, settling back on the couch and hitting the pause botton on the dvd players remote.
"Of course. Now that we've established that, tell me what's going on! Are you and Luke talking yet? Have you talked to Dad?" Rory asked eagerly.
Lorelai cleared her throat. "Right, about your dad.."
"He's staying with Sherry, isn't he?"
"Ror," Lorelai began, her heart cracking at the devestated sound of her daughers voice.
"No, don't defend him, Mom. I get it. Sherry's baby is more important to him then me..."
"No," Lorelai said firmly. "That's not it at all, okay? Your father and I.. we're trying to work something out. And that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about."
Rory was silent for a moment before saying, "Okay."
Sighing, she pulled herself together. "Your father has been here the past couple of days.. and we've wracked our brains for a conclusion to all of this. And he came up with one solution, which affects the both of us, like big time."
"Well? What is it?"
"He wants us to move to Boston with him," she said quickly.
There was a pause until Rory spoke up again. "Boston? You mean, like living with him in Boston?"
"Yeah. And I need to know what you think about that. Be honest with my Rory, don't just tell me what you think I want to hear."
"I think.. that I would be okay with it," Rory said, her voice thoughtful. "If that's what you want. And if it's not what you want, I'll be okay with that to."
"So.. basically you're not going to help me at all?"
"Yep."
"Evil, evil child. You really think you could handle moving to Boston?"
"Yeah, I think so. I'll be moving there in a little over a year from now anyways. I could get a head start."
"Yeah.."
Silence ensued before Rory replied. "I gotta go, Paris' is out and she wants to go over our plans for this year. Whatever you decide, I'm behind you, okay?"
"Okay. Love ya, kid."
"You, too. Tell Dad I said hi next time you talk to him."
"Will do. Bye, sweetie."
"Bye, Mom."
Hanging up, Lorelai stared at the phone in her hand. Well, at least she knew Rory would stand beside whatever decision she made, if she ever made one.Groaning, she fell back into a laying position, her eyes glancing around the room, stopping when she caught sight of Christopher's coat. A small smile appeared on her face as she got up and picked it up and brought it up to her nose, inhaling the combined scent of leather and him. Silently, she slipped it on and laid back on the couch. Ten minutes later, she was asleep.
*******
end chapter 7.
Disclaimer: I own.. hmm.. oh wait, what's that? That's right. Nothing. I own nada. Hmmph
Author: Shay
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13/R. There might be some R-rated smut in the future..
Spoilers: Up through the season 2 finale
Pairings: L/C.. mayhaps some R/J happenings in the background
Archiving: Go ahead. Just email me and let me know
Feedback: Is much appreciated. Email: tlcforever@hotmail.com. IM: Shay52784
Authors Note :
I'm sorry this has taken so long. At first I put off updating this, so I could sort out my plans for the story, but that was pushed aside when I decided to finally finish one of my other stories. This chapter is crap, as always. It's pretty much just a filler, so I could start to get things moving and so I could get back into the BB swing of things. I hope it doesn't suck too much. Read on, my friends, read on...
Part 7
Later that night, Christopher lay beside her, snoring softly, off in dreamland, a small smile playing on his face, oblivious to the turmoil the woman beside him was in. Lorelai half lay, half sat in bed, clutching the blanket to her, her eyes wide and her expression contemplative. Christopher mumbled something intelligibly and rolled over before settling back down, causing Lorelai to glance over at him, for her eyes to roam his figure, take in his features, ones that have long been committed to memory. How could she bear to lose him again?
But move to Boston. That was almost inconceivable. Stars Hollow was her home, had been since she had snuck out of her parents house at three in the morning, a two month old sleeping Rory cradled in her arms. These people, as quirky as they were, were her family, her real family. They were there for her, through thick and thin, better or for worse. The past seventeen years of her life were here, so many memories buried in these walls.
And then there was him. Christopher. Always Christopher. She loved him. There was no doubt in her mind about that, she had for the past eighteen years, if not longer. And all this time, she had just been waiting, anticipating the day when they'd both be there, in that place where they were both ready to committ. And now they were. But there had been a wrench thrown into the middle of it. Sherry. God, that woman had irked her from the moment she had met her and now she was the reason that her lifelong dream of spending the rest of her days with Christopher might not come true. However, he had left that up to her. For her to make the choice, to have a life with him and move to Boston, or stay in Stars Hollow and lose him.
It wasn't fair.
Sighing, she glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, the glowing numbers indicating that it was just after five am. Giving one more look over at Chris, she climbed out of bed and headed downstairs, intent on talking to her daughter.
******
It was after nine when the sun pouring in the bedroom windows awoke Christopher and he smiled, expecting to find Lorelai snuggled up beside him. Instead there was nothing but empty bed and he frowned. Throwing off the blanket, he slipped back into his shorts and went downstairs. As he reached the bottom step and the living room came into view, he chuckled slightly, as Lorelai was curled up on the couch, a blanket thrown awkwardly over her, one hand still clutching a blue coffee cup with unicorns on it. He padded across the room and kneeled down in front of her, gently taking the cup from her hand and placing it on the table. She stirred for a moment but didn't wake. Smoothing away a lock of hair from her face, he knelt there, for how long he didn't know, just watching her sleep. Eventually the kneeling began to hurt his knees and he stood, and stretched out to his full height. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he went into the kitchen to see if he could round up breakfast. Fifteen minutes later the eggs were frying, the smell drifting into the living room, waking Lorelai.
She groaned as she sat up, her neck aching from sleeping the way she did, but she perked up a bit when the scent of breakfast made it way to her. Standing, she followed it into the kitchen, where once again, Christopher was standing, clad in only his boxer shorts, in front of the stove, flipping an egg. She didn't speak, rather taking advantage of the moment and just admiring his presence. It seemed so right, waking up in the morning to him in her house, in her kitchen, making breakfast. And the fact that he cooked was a big plus, since coffee and pop-tarts did tend to get boring after awhile.
Christopher felt her eyes on him, but didn't turn around, knowing that she needed time to sort things out in her head, herself. So instead he kept his gaze on the pan, tossing a few sausages in with the eggs. He jumped slightly when her arms suddenly came around his waist and her chin came to rest on his shoulder.
"You're just a regular Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee, aren't you?" She whispered, somehow managing to make it sound incredibly seductive.
Grinning, he dropped the spatula and turned around so he was facing her. Even with her eyes still full of sleep, her hair sticking up in a hundred different directions, she was still absolutely beautiful to him. "Somebody has to be."
"Mmm," she conceded, gazing up at him. One hand was tracing the muscles on his chest, the other playing with the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. The actions were driving him crazy and without a thought, he pulled her into kiss. Their lips lingered on each other for a few moments before she pulled away and smiled. "Blech, morning breath."
"You could use a stick of juicy fruit yourself," Christopher rebuked, his expression teasing. Lorelai stuck her tongue out at him and pulled out of his embrace.
"I need a shower," she mumbled, trying in vain to get her hair to stay down. Finally, she gave up and gazed over at him.
He nodded. "Breakfast will be done when you get out."
She smiled her thanks to him and disappeared from view.
******
Two hours later they were both showered, fed and seated in the living room, fighting over whether or not sports could be considered quality TV.
"Oh, come on. It's got everything you need! Drama, suspense, excitement." Christopher protested.
Lorelai scowled. "Forget it. Watching big sweaty men run around in pants that could rival spandex isn't real TV."
Laughing, Christopher shook his head and drew her closer to him. She smiled up at him just before their lips met. "Okay, I conceded victory to you."
"Yay," Lorelai giggled, leaning into his embrace. Silence overcame them before Christopher cleared his throat.
"Hey, Lor?"
"Hmm?"
"What happend this morning?"
Lorelai flinched slightly at his question. "Nothing.. I just.."
"You freaked out, didn't you?"
"No! I just couldn't sleep and then I remembered I hadn't talked to Rory about everything so I got up to call her and then I fell asleep on the couch."
"You freaked out," Christopher firmly stated.
Lorelai's face fell a bit. "Yeah, kinda."
"Hey, it's okay," he said softly, gently caressing her cheek. "I was just kinda looking forward to waking up with you in my arms."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Christopher replied, smiling. "I know everything that's happened in the past few weeks is crazy and it's freaking me out too.."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Lorelai sighed and leaned up against his chest, his arm wrapped around her. "I just don't know what to do, Chris. I don't want to lose you again. But I don't know if I can leave here."
Christopher kissed the top of her head lovingly. "It's your decision, Lor. I don't want to lose you either, but really, it's the only solution we have."
"I know," Lorelai said softly, her voice trailing off as she became lost in thought.
******
The next day Christopher headed back to Boston, to talk to Sherry and Lorelai went to work, feeling alone once again. It was a little after nine that night, right in the middle of a particularly horrifying scene of Rosemary's Baby , that the phone rang, causing her to jump. Mumbling under her breath, she grabbed the phone off the table, hitting the talk button.
"Speak to me."
"Hey, Mom."
"Rory!"
"Ow, okay, that was my ear."
"Sorry, kid. What's up? How's Washington? Shoved a pencil into Paris' eye, yet?"
"And get blood on my brand new shirt, are you crazy?" Rory kidded. "Washington's the same as it was the last time we talked. I just thought I'd call you while she's in the shower."
"Right, because blood doesn't wash out. I applaud your intelligence," Lorelai grinned, settling back on the couch and hitting the pause botton on the dvd players remote.
"Of course. Now that we've established that, tell me what's going on! Are you and Luke talking yet? Have you talked to Dad?" Rory asked eagerly.
Lorelai cleared her throat. "Right, about your dad.."
"He's staying with Sherry, isn't he?"
"Ror," Lorelai began, her heart cracking at the devestated sound of her daughers voice.
"No, don't defend him, Mom. I get it. Sherry's baby is more important to him then me..."
"No," Lorelai said firmly. "That's not it at all, okay? Your father and I.. we're trying to work something out. And that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about."
Rory was silent for a moment before saying, "Okay."
Sighing, she pulled herself together. "Your father has been here the past couple of days.. and we've wracked our brains for a conclusion to all of this. And he came up with one solution, which affects the both of us, like big time."
"Well? What is it?"
"He wants us to move to Boston with him," she said quickly.
There was a pause until Rory spoke up again. "Boston? You mean, like living with him in Boston?"
"Yeah. And I need to know what you think about that. Be honest with my Rory, don't just tell me what you think I want to hear."
"I think.. that I would be okay with it," Rory said, her voice thoughtful. "If that's what you want. And if it's not what you want, I'll be okay with that to."
"So.. basically you're not going to help me at all?"
"Yep."
"Evil, evil child. You really think you could handle moving to Boston?"
"Yeah, I think so. I'll be moving there in a little over a year from now anyways. I could get a head start."
"Yeah.."
Silence ensued before Rory replied. "I gotta go, Paris' is out and she wants to go over our plans for this year. Whatever you decide, I'm behind you, okay?"
"Okay. Love ya, kid."
"You, too. Tell Dad I said hi next time you talk to him."
"Will do. Bye, sweetie."
"Bye, Mom."
Hanging up, Lorelai stared at the phone in her hand. Well, at least she knew Rory would stand beside whatever decision she made, if she ever made one.Groaning, she fell back into a laying position, her eyes glancing around the room, stopping when she caught sight of Christopher's coat. A small smile appeared on her face as she got up and picked it up and brought it up to her nose, inhaling the combined scent of leather and him. Silently, she slipped it on and laid back on the couch. Ten minutes later, she was asleep.
*******
end chapter 7.