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SUMMARY: The second chapter is Rory's arrival home to Stars Hollow. Within minutes of stepping off the bus she gets a rude awakening, and finds herself running for the Gilmore residence.
PAIRING: Eventually, R/J.
RATING: PG
In the Blue of the Morning
Finally
Finally.
It was the best word to describe Rory's trip home. Every stop they made on the train, she'd let out a sigh of relief that she'd seem to be holding since the last stop.
"Finally."
It's what she said when she and Paris parted ways in Hartford. Of course, that finally was more of a cheer than a sigh of relief. It was six weeks of pent up frustration, anger, and comebacks that would never have done her much good.
"Finally."
It's also what she said once she was on the bus, and for every mile marker they passed. The person sitting next to her on the bus thought she was sick ... or schizophrenic, one of the two. She got up within fifteen minutes of sitting next to Rory. (She also said "Finally," when this woman finally got up and left. She smelled like cats, and chose to stare bitterly at her the whole time without making any sort of conversation. Of course, it was probably good that she hadn't.)
And now, that the bus had come to a rather screeching halt, at a bus stop all to familiar to Rory, that's all she could said "Finally, finally, finally," she mumbled as she made her way from the back of the bus, through the crowded aisles, and fidgeted with the overhead compartment, which seemed to have a mind of it's own and a fate worse than death in mind for her pour, stuck backpack.
Rory had never been this impatient in her life. She had a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she couldn't decide what it was. Nervousness, excitement, anxiety, wonderment. They were probably all down in there somewhere. She distractedly yanked upon her backpack, several times, the passengers of the bus waiting impatiently for her to depart.
If she hadn't been so absorbed in her fate once she stepped off the bus, she would've noticed that her bag was coming lose - and she would've prepared herself before her final tug which sent her backwards into the seat behind her (and nearly into the poor man's lap who had chosen to sit by the window, and was now deeply regretting it as Rory's backpack, crammed with books, sat in his lap).
"I'm so sorry, sir. I'm so sorry, really," Rory apologized profusely.
"It-it's alright, really," said the man, trying to hold back his disgruntled attitude.
"Miss, if you could just step off the bus, please? We are waiting for you so that new passengers can board," the driver directed at Rory, who blushed feverishly out of embarrassment.
Rory hurried her way down the aisle, brushing people along the way with the edge of her backpack, and apologizing all the way.
She'd barely gotten half way down the steps when the bus driver started waving the boarding passengers on the bus, and suddenly, Rory was slammed against the banister.
"Oh, ah. Ouch, wow. Yea, sorry ... watch the compartment over seats 21 and 22, it has a thing for backpacks. Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," Rory acknowledged the people as they walked past her, giving her blank and sometimes ridiculing stares.
Somehow she managed to make it off the steps. She looked around, in a near panic for her mother - but was relieved to see her sitting on a bench a small distance away with two cups of freshly brewed Luke's coffee, that she swore she could smell, even from ten feet away.
Lorelai smiled brilliantly. "Any politicians manage to corrupt you?"
And Rory was off and running. Lorelai only managed to set down the cups and stand seconds before Rory came barreling into her arms.
"Finally!" Rory said joyously.
"Finally!" Lorelai replied.
("Finally!" said the bus driver as he watched Rory get off the bus, and out of the realm of entrance, so he could pull away from the curb.)
Rory started as the bus's engine revved once, and began to move, and she pulled away frantically.
"Oh! No, my luggage - my two suitcases they're-"
"In the car," Lorelai cut in.
"What? How? I didn't even notice the driver open the hatch," Rory inquired.
"That's because the whole bus was just waiting for you to get off, slowpoke. What happened? Someone try to con you into running for Mayor of Hartford? 'Cause let me tell you, you can really pull off the whole 'worldly' look," Lorelai joked.
"No, it's just my backpack. It got stuck. In the overhead compartment ... I don't think anyone's fed it in awhile," Rory tried to kid back.
"So, Luke's? Real food, how's that sound?" Lorelai prodded.
Rory nodded in agreement with Lorelai, who continued talking as they began walking towards Luke's. But Rory wasn't listening. She was looking around - to her left, her right, her left again. Over both her shoulders, then one three-hundred and sixty degree turn to survey Stars Hollow for what - actually, who - she was looking for. She'd nearly given up as she and Lorelai passed stepped up on to the curb and past a few garbage cans, when she saw him.
But something was different about him.
Mainly the fact that another girl seemed to be stuck to his face.
Rory stopped. She couldn't move. Her mouth opened to speak, possibly to yell, but her throat burned like someone had taken a match to it, and the words couldn't come out. She tried to take a breath, but her lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work. And suddenly she was taking a step back.
A step directly into the garbage cans behind her, her backpack falling clumsily out of her grip and causing a racket that caused everyone in the town to stop and look ... including Jess.
He was startled at once, pulling away from the kiss, and stopping the blonde in front of him from continuing her quest. He looked to Rory instantaneously, and met her eyes, searching for some answer ... the only thing he could see was a panic, unlike anything he'd ever seen in Rory before, not even when she had kissed him. His eyes became gentle, and looked at Rory ... trying to convey something, something that normally, Rory would've understood, but instead, the only thing she could think to do was run.
So she did.
She was off and running like never tomorrow. Whizzing past Jess, leaving her mother in the dust and wondering what exactly had just happened. Bursting on to the scene of the Gilmore residence in what no-time-flat ... but seemed like forever. Babette waved, but Rory didn't even notice. She bounded onto the porch reaching in the turtle, and finally kicking it over in frustration to produce the key. It made no difference, since she seemed to have lost the ability to grip it, and it fell out of her sweaty hands to the grounds a dozen times before she managed to get a hold of it with two hands and unlock the door to the house.
It was only once she got inside and threw herself on her bed that she realized she'd never really run before.
It was also when she began to cry.
SUMMARY: The second chapter is Rory's arrival home to Stars Hollow. Within minutes of stepping off the bus she gets a rude awakening, and finds herself running for the Gilmore residence.
PAIRING: Eventually, R/J.
RATING: PG
In the Blue of the Morning
Finally
Finally.
It was the best word to describe Rory's trip home. Every stop they made on the train, she'd let out a sigh of relief that she'd seem to be holding since the last stop.
"Finally."
It's what she said when she and Paris parted ways in Hartford. Of course, that finally was more of a cheer than a sigh of relief. It was six weeks of pent up frustration, anger, and comebacks that would never have done her much good.
"Finally."
It's also what she said once she was on the bus, and for every mile marker they passed. The person sitting next to her on the bus thought she was sick ... or schizophrenic, one of the two. She got up within fifteen minutes of sitting next to Rory. (She also said "Finally," when this woman finally got up and left. She smelled like cats, and chose to stare bitterly at her the whole time without making any sort of conversation. Of course, it was probably good that she hadn't.)
And now, that the bus had come to a rather screeching halt, at a bus stop all to familiar to Rory, that's all she could said "Finally, finally, finally," she mumbled as she made her way from the back of the bus, through the crowded aisles, and fidgeted with the overhead compartment, which seemed to have a mind of it's own and a fate worse than death in mind for her pour, stuck backpack.
Rory had never been this impatient in her life. She had a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she couldn't decide what it was. Nervousness, excitement, anxiety, wonderment. They were probably all down in there somewhere. She distractedly yanked upon her backpack, several times, the passengers of the bus waiting impatiently for her to depart.
If she hadn't been so absorbed in her fate once she stepped off the bus, she would've noticed that her bag was coming lose - and she would've prepared herself before her final tug which sent her backwards into the seat behind her (and nearly into the poor man's lap who had chosen to sit by the window, and was now deeply regretting it as Rory's backpack, crammed with books, sat in his lap).
"I'm so sorry, sir. I'm so sorry, really," Rory apologized profusely.
"It-it's alright, really," said the man, trying to hold back his disgruntled attitude.
"Miss, if you could just step off the bus, please? We are waiting for you so that new passengers can board," the driver directed at Rory, who blushed feverishly out of embarrassment.
Rory hurried her way down the aisle, brushing people along the way with the edge of her backpack, and apologizing all the way.
She'd barely gotten half way down the steps when the bus driver started waving the boarding passengers on the bus, and suddenly, Rory was slammed against the banister.
"Oh, ah. Ouch, wow. Yea, sorry ... watch the compartment over seats 21 and 22, it has a thing for backpacks. Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," Rory acknowledged the people as they walked past her, giving her blank and sometimes ridiculing stares.
Somehow she managed to make it off the steps. She looked around, in a near panic for her mother - but was relieved to see her sitting on a bench a small distance away with two cups of freshly brewed Luke's coffee, that she swore she could smell, even from ten feet away.
Lorelai smiled brilliantly. "Any politicians manage to corrupt you?"
And Rory was off and running. Lorelai only managed to set down the cups and stand seconds before Rory came barreling into her arms.
"Finally!" Rory said joyously.
"Finally!" Lorelai replied.
("Finally!" said the bus driver as he watched Rory get off the bus, and out of the realm of entrance, so he could pull away from the curb.)
Rory started as the bus's engine revved once, and began to move, and she pulled away frantically.
"Oh! No, my luggage - my two suitcases they're-"
"In the car," Lorelai cut in.
"What? How? I didn't even notice the driver open the hatch," Rory inquired.
"That's because the whole bus was just waiting for you to get off, slowpoke. What happened? Someone try to con you into running for Mayor of Hartford? 'Cause let me tell you, you can really pull off the whole 'worldly' look," Lorelai joked.
"No, it's just my backpack. It got stuck. In the overhead compartment ... I don't think anyone's fed it in awhile," Rory tried to kid back.
"So, Luke's? Real food, how's that sound?" Lorelai prodded.
Rory nodded in agreement with Lorelai, who continued talking as they began walking towards Luke's. But Rory wasn't listening. She was looking around - to her left, her right, her left again. Over both her shoulders, then one three-hundred and sixty degree turn to survey Stars Hollow for what - actually, who - she was looking for. She'd nearly given up as she and Lorelai passed stepped up on to the curb and past a few garbage cans, when she saw him.
But something was different about him.
Mainly the fact that another girl seemed to be stuck to his face.
Rory stopped. She couldn't move. Her mouth opened to speak, possibly to yell, but her throat burned like someone had taken a match to it, and the words couldn't come out. She tried to take a breath, but her lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work. And suddenly she was taking a step back.
A step directly into the garbage cans behind her, her backpack falling clumsily out of her grip and causing a racket that caused everyone in the town to stop and look ... including Jess.
He was startled at once, pulling away from the kiss, and stopping the blonde in front of him from continuing her quest. He looked to Rory instantaneously, and met her eyes, searching for some answer ... the only thing he could see was a panic, unlike anything he'd ever seen in Rory before, not even when she had kissed him. His eyes became gentle, and looked at Rory ... trying to convey something, something that normally, Rory would've understood, but instead, the only thing she could think to do was run.
So she did.
She was off and running like never tomorrow. Whizzing past Jess, leaving her mother in the dust and wondering what exactly had just happened. Bursting on to the scene of the Gilmore residence in what no-time-flat ... but seemed like forever. Babette waved, but Rory didn't even notice. She bounded onto the porch reaching in the turtle, and finally kicking it over in frustration to produce the key. It made no difference, since she seemed to have lost the ability to grip it, and it fell out of her sweaty hands to the grounds a dozen times before she managed to get a hold of it with two hands and unlock the door to the house.
It was only once she got inside and threw herself on her bed that she realized she'd never really run before.
It was also when she began to cry.