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SUMMARY: This chapter takes place in the Gilmore house after Rory has come home heartbroken from seeing Jess with Shane.
PAIRING: Eventually, R/J.
RATING: PG
In the Blue of the Morning
Question and Answer
An hour.
That's how long Lorelai had been waiting in Rory's room. That's how long she had been watching Rory unpack, silently, hoping that she wouldn't have to bring up event in town ... hoping that Rory would just come clean with whatever it was that was (now) obviously going on between her and Jess.
Rory had been working fast. She couldn't remember a time when she'd ever packed or unpacked this quickly. It was partially because she just wanted to get it over with ... and mostly because Lorelai had been staring intently at her for the past hour, and she was in no mood to discuss Jess, or anything about him, or that which came within a ten foot radius of him. She had no explanations ready for her mother. Nothing could've prepared her for what she came home to see ... and certainly, nothing could've prepared her to talk about it.
So the two sat in silence, in Rory's room.
Lorelai's face was pensive as she watched Rory scatter from one corner of the room to the other. She wasn't sure who exactly it was that was unpacking Rory's bags ... she looked like Rory, she sounded like Rory ... but this was never who Rory had been before she'd left.
It was gnawing at Rory, too. She wanted to tell her mother so badly about the kiss, about the feeling she got in her heart when she saw that girl with Jess. She needed to tell her ... or someone, anyone, really ... that she wanted Jess so badly it hurt. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to hug him, she wanted to sit in a dead silence with him at the bridge, and just stare out across the water. She'd come home with every intention of making that possible ... and now ... she's just come home.
Once Rory had emptied the last suitcase, she finally looked up at her mother.
"Uh ... the suitcases?" Rory seemed to have lost the capability of putting a full sentence together.
"The hall closet," Lorelai gestured towards the door.
Rory felt like she was being released from jail as she let herself out into hall, wheeling the suitcases behind her.
Lorelai watched as her daughter walked out into the hall, and as she sighed relief. She wasn't sure what to do in this situation. She wasn't sure how to handle it. For the first time ever, she had no clue exactly what Rory was feeling, and she obviously wasn't going to tell her. She stood up and began pacing around the room ... past the bed, past the dresser, past the book shelf, past the desk and the shoebox labeled "Letters to Jess" sitting on the chair in plain site. Lorelai almost kept walking, but doubled back, and looked at the box. She cocked her head in curiousity, and after listening very closely for Rory's footsteps, she couldn't help but take a peek.
Lifting the lid as quietly as possible, she found dozens beyond dozens of folded - some crumpled - pieces of paper. A few were thick, and shoved in envelopes - a few were on plain notebook paper and folded into fours. She gasped a little at the site of the letters ... and then she heard the echo of the gasp behind her.
"What are you doing?" Rory asked.
"Uh ... I, uh ... nothing. Nothing," Lorelai tried to cover, turning around, and placing the lid on the box blindly.
"What's that behind you?" Rory could blow her mother's cover anyday.
"Oh, this?" Lorelai held up the box, displaying it. Rory nodded, looking panicked. "This, is ... a box. A very fine, well-made, box at that."
"Well, you cleared up all my concerns about it's durability. But there's still one more burning question I have," Rory said in a slightly caustic manner.
"Whatever it is, the answer is three," said Lorelai, and gave a cheesy smile as she tried to make light of the situation.
"What were you doing with the box?" Rory interrogated.
"Well ... see, the box here ... uh ... it ... fell. That's right, it fell," Lorelai stumbled over her words.
"And how did it fall?" Rory questioned further.
"Well, I was ... coming over this way to ... open the window ... since I was feeling a little hot. And, well, I bumped the chair - you know me, I'm a total klutz - and it fell off, and I was just trying to pick it all up," Lorelai said, and hoped she'd fooled Rory.
"Did you ... read anything inside?"
"No. No. I didn't, I just picked it all back up, and put it back inside. Didn't read anything. I don't read other people's letters ... isn't that federal offense, anyways?" Lorelai attempted to joke.
She failed. Miserably.
"Only if you take the already mailed, or waiting to be mailed letters out of the box and actually read them. And how did you know they were letters?" Rory approached, looking stern.
"Well, I did happen to notice here, being the perceptive person I am, that the box was labeled ... 'Letters to Jess,'" Lorelai stated the blatantly obvious.
"And you're sure you didn't read anything?" Rory tried to gain confidence.
"I'm sure, Senator McCarthy ... although, the whole reason behind why you would have a box filled with 'Letters to Jess' in light of today's events really bring to mind a whole new boatload of questions," Lorelai snapped.
"I'm pretty sure you shouldn't ask them right now," Rory walked around Lorelai and snatched the box, and buried it under her bed.
"But-" Lorelai tried to push.
"No." Rory said plainly.
"Fine, fine. Do you want to go to Luke's for coffee, then?" Lorelai took a stab at easing the tension.
"Not really," Rory didn't even look at Lorelai when she spoke.
"So, how 'bout them letters?" Lorelai prodded at Rory.
"Why do you want to go to Luke's so bad anyhow? Aren't you two still fighting?" Rory diverted the attention away from her and Jess.
"Luke's has the best coffee. And, correction - Luke is fighting, I am at peace," Lorelai corrected, sarcastically.
"Well, thanks for the reassurance, Squanto," Rory said.
"You sure you don't want some coffee?" Lorelai urged Rory.
"Why do you want me to come down to Luke's so bad?" Rory asked.
"Well, for starter's, it's your first day back in town. I haven't gotten to talk to you, I've barely gotten to see you because you took off on me when you saw Jess. And I think I'm getting a really rotten end of the bargain here when you get to ask all the questions, I get no answers, and you won't even come with me for coffee," Lorelai pointed out, counting the reasons on her fingers to aid her visually as she went along.
"Fine. Fine, we'll go get coffee," Rory conceded.
SUMMARY: This chapter takes place in the Gilmore house after Rory has come home heartbroken from seeing Jess with Shane.
PAIRING: Eventually, R/J.
RATING: PG
In the Blue of the Morning
Question and Answer
An hour.
That's how long Lorelai had been waiting in Rory's room. That's how long she had been watching Rory unpack, silently, hoping that she wouldn't have to bring up event in town ... hoping that Rory would just come clean with whatever it was that was (now) obviously going on between her and Jess.
Rory had been working fast. She couldn't remember a time when she'd ever packed or unpacked this quickly. It was partially because she just wanted to get it over with ... and mostly because Lorelai had been staring intently at her for the past hour, and she was in no mood to discuss Jess, or anything about him, or that which came within a ten foot radius of him. She had no explanations ready for her mother. Nothing could've prepared her for what she came home to see ... and certainly, nothing could've prepared her to talk about it.
So the two sat in silence, in Rory's room.
Lorelai's face was pensive as she watched Rory scatter from one corner of the room to the other. She wasn't sure who exactly it was that was unpacking Rory's bags ... she looked like Rory, she sounded like Rory ... but this was never who Rory had been before she'd left.
It was gnawing at Rory, too. She wanted to tell her mother so badly about the kiss, about the feeling she got in her heart when she saw that girl with Jess. She needed to tell her ... or someone, anyone, really ... that she wanted Jess so badly it hurt. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to hug him, she wanted to sit in a dead silence with him at the bridge, and just stare out across the water. She'd come home with every intention of making that possible ... and now ... she's just come home.
Once Rory had emptied the last suitcase, she finally looked up at her mother.
"Uh ... the suitcases?" Rory seemed to have lost the capability of putting a full sentence together.
"The hall closet," Lorelai gestured towards the door.
Rory felt like she was being released from jail as she let herself out into hall, wheeling the suitcases behind her.
Lorelai watched as her daughter walked out into the hall, and as she sighed relief. She wasn't sure what to do in this situation. She wasn't sure how to handle it. For the first time ever, she had no clue exactly what Rory was feeling, and she obviously wasn't going to tell her. She stood up and began pacing around the room ... past the bed, past the dresser, past the book shelf, past the desk and the shoebox labeled "Letters to Jess" sitting on the chair in plain site. Lorelai almost kept walking, but doubled back, and looked at the box. She cocked her head in curiousity, and after listening very closely for Rory's footsteps, she couldn't help but take a peek.
Lifting the lid as quietly as possible, she found dozens beyond dozens of folded - some crumpled - pieces of paper. A few were thick, and shoved in envelopes - a few were on plain notebook paper and folded into fours. She gasped a little at the site of the letters ... and then she heard the echo of the gasp behind her.
"What are you doing?" Rory asked.
"Uh ... I, uh ... nothing. Nothing," Lorelai tried to cover, turning around, and placing the lid on the box blindly.
"What's that behind you?" Rory could blow her mother's cover anyday.
"Oh, this?" Lorelai held up the box, displaying it. Rory nodded, looking panicked. "This, is ... a box. A very fine, well-made, box at that."
"Well, you cleared up all my concerns about it's durability. But there's still one more burning question I have," Rory said in a slightly caustic manner.
"Whatever it is, the answer is three," said Lorelai, and gave a cheesy smile as she tried to make light of the situation.
"What were you doing with the box?" Rory interrogated.
"Well ... see, the box here ... uh ... it ... fell. That's right, it fell," Lorelai stumbled over her words.
"And how did it fall?" Rory questioned further.
"Well, I was ... coming over this way to ... open the window ... since I was feeling a little hot. And, well, I bumped the chair - you know me, I'm a total klutz - and it fell off, and I was just trying to pick it all up," Lorelai said, and hoped she'd fooled Rory.
"Did you ... read anything inside?"
"No. No. I didn't, I just picked it all back up, and put it back inside. Didn't read anything. I don't read other people's letters ... isn't that federal offense, anyways?" Lorelai attempted to joke.
She failed. Miserably.
"Only if you take the already mailed, or waiting to be mailed letters out of the box and actually read them. And how did you know they were letters?" Rory approached, looking stern.
"Well, I did happen to notice here, being the perceptive person I am, that the box was labeled ... 'Letters to Jess,'" Lorelai stated the blatantly obvious.
"And you're sure you didn't read anything?" Rory tried to gain confidence.
"I'm sure, Senator McCarthy ... although, the whole reason behind why you would have a box filled with 'Letters to Jess' in light of today's events really bring to mind a whole new boatload of questions," Lorelai snapped.
"I'm pretty sure you shouldn't ask them right now," Rory walked around Lorelai and snatched the box, and buried it under her bed.
"But-" Lorelai tried to push.
"No." Rory said plainly.
"Fine, fine. Do you want to go to Luke's for coffee, then?" Lorelai took a stab at easing the tension.
"Not really," Rory didn't even look at Lorelai when she spoke.
"So, how 'bout them letters?" Lorelai prodded at Rory.
"Why do you want to go to Luke's so bad anyhow? Aren't you two still fighting?" Rory diverted the attention away from her and Jess.
"Luke's has the best coffee. And, correction - Luke is fighting, I am at peace," Lorelai corrected, sarcastically.
"Well, thanks for the reassurance, Squanto," Rory said.
"You sure you don't want some coffee?" Lorelai urged Rory.
"Why do you want me to come down to Luke's so bad?" Rory asked.
"Well, for starter's, it's your first day back in town. I haven't gotten to talk to you, I've barely gotten to see you because you took off on me when you saw Jess. And I think I'm getting a really rotten end of the bargain here when you get to ask all the questions, I get no answers, and you won't even come with me for coffee," Lorelai pointed out, counting the reasons on her fingers to aid her visually as she went along.
"Fine. Fine, we'll go get coffee," Rory conceded.