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Thanks for all the reviews guys. They made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Good stuff.
And Im soooooooo sorry that this took so long to get out. I won't babble, I just want to acknowledge what a few people have mentioned to me..
I don't understand how people can say that Rory would never get into a situation like this. It IS possible. Sometimes, even the smartest and strongest of people can find themselves in situations they never imagined they would. I realize that maybe its a bit far-fetched, considering the series, but this IS fanfiction and it is an AU fic, which I stated on the first chapter, so naturally its not going to be exactly what one would expect. And now that I have thoroughly stated my opinion on that matter, I shall proceed. Enjoy!
And umm.. one more thing. I know that Madeline's last name is Lynn/Linn however you want to spell it, but I didn't know when I started this story and Im too lazy to go back and edit it throughout, so Im leaving it as it is :)
"Your Faith In Me"
Chapter Six
Rory felt like she had just been run over repeatedly by a semi-truck. Her head was pounding, her limbs felt as though they were made of lead and she realized she couldn't feel her toes. Her eyes weren't cooperating with her will to open them, but the light from somewhere around her was burning into her lids. She could hear voices, a woman crying and a man with emotion dripping from every word he said. She couldn't understand them and she struggled to place their voices. She knew them, that much she understood, but couldn't quite figure out where from. Squinting her eyes, she managed to focus and they opened, and she looked around wildly for a second before finding the sources of the sounds. The man she didn't recognize but the woman meant something to her, but what? Staring at her intently for a minute, recollection came to her. Finding her voice, she croaked out one word.
"Mom."
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Lorelai spun around, having heard the raspy, whispered word her daughter had forced from her body. It was said so lowly and softly it was a miracle she heard it at all, but never doubt the connection between a mother and her child, especially if that mother is Lorelai. Biting her lip to keep back any other tears that possibly wanted out, she took a few steps towards the bed, managing a small smile for Rory's sake.
"Hey, kiddo. How are you feeling?"
Rory's eyes closed for a moment, but reopened a second later. "I don't know. Where am I?"
Lorelai sat down on the bed next to her and gently took the one hand that wasn't attached to any machines. "You're in the hospital, sweetie."
"Hospital?" Rory asked, confusion written on her face. "What happened?"
At her question, Lorelai shot a look at Christopher, who stood at the foot of the bed, tears in his eyes as well. Looking back at the woman laying beside her, she shook her head. "Don't worry about that right now, sweetie. Get some rest, okay?"
Rory sleepily nodded and laid her head back on the pillow, closing her eyes. Brushing back a few tears that had broken free, Lorelai lovingly placed a kiss on her forehead and went over to Christopher, burying her head into his chest to muffle her sobs. And though his own body was wracking with their own, he held her close, silently praying to God that somehow, someway she would be okay, physically and mentally.
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Tristan and Adam sat side by side, a cardboard checker board in between them, playing a random game of checkers. Though only six years old, Adam had an amazing skill at the game and was beating Tristan quite badly. Tristan didn't mind, it was keeping the kid calm, keeping him from asking questions that Tristan couldn't possibly know how to answer. Adam had just been crowned king when a nurse emerged from behind the delivery room doors. She caught Tristan's eye and motioned for him to come over to her.
"I'll be right back," he whispered to Adam. Shooting a inquisitive glance over at Paris, she nodded that she would watch him and he made his way over to where the nurse and Madeline's family were standing. "Is everything okay?" He asked worriedly as he joined the group.
The nurse nodded. "Everything is fine. Ms. Stewart is requesting that you all join her in her room. I think she has something to share with you," she winked and turned on her heel. "Follow me."
The Stewart's followed the nurse closely, but Tristan was rooted in his place, his face pale and shaking slightly. He knew that someday this would be happening, that the life the two of them had created would come into the world, but all of a sudden the realization that it was here, that he was a father hit him like a speeding bullet.
"Are you coming, Tristan?" Madeline's father called over his shoulder, when he noticed that the blonde wasn't moving.
In a daze, Tristan managed a nod and swallowed hard before forcing his feet to move. He caught up to the group and gulped as they stopped outside the door of Madeline's hospital room. This was it, the moment of truth. The moment that was going to change his life forever. Despite the urge to turn and run, as far and as fast as he could, he took a deep breath before opening the door. The room was dimly lit, and Madeline was situated on a bed, smiling down at the tiny bundle in her arms. She looked up when the door opened and smiled even more brightly when she saw Tristan and her family standing in the doorway.
"Good, you're here. Come in," she said, her voice showing the signs of stress she had been under for so many hours. But it was also chirpy, in a way that only Madeline can be.
Hesitantly, Tristan took a step in the room. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he gave her a tentative smile. "So.. how are you?"
Madeline chuckled lightly. "Tired. Don't you want to meet your daughter?"
Daughter. He had a daughter. The realization he had been hit with in the waiting room was nothing compared to this. Now it was real. There was a real human being that was going to be a part of his life until the day he died. Inhaling loudly, he bit his lip and took a few steps closer, until he was standing beside the bed. Madeline smiled up at him, shifting the child in her arms so he could see her clearly. Tristan gently sat down on the bed next to her and stared disbelievingly at the newborn. Wrapped in a soft pink blanket, she lay asleep, tufts of dark blonde hair springing from the top of her head. Her tiny fingers were wrapped around a section of the blanket and he was astonished. Never in his life had he seen something so amazing, so beautiful but at the same time, so unbelievably frightening.
"She's so tiny," he whispered, reaching out to softly touch her little hand.
"Didn't feel it coming out," Madeline giggled. "Do you want to hold her?"
Somehow Tristan found himself nodding and his breath caught in his throat as Madeline placed her into his arms. Gazing at her, he smiled. Glancing over at Madeline, he cleared his throat. "So, what are we gonna name her?"
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"Lorelai, Christopher, what the hell happened?" Emily Gilmore demanded as she and her husband, Richard came rushing up to the two of them, who were seated outside Rory's door as the doctor looked her over.
Lorelai, still sobbing managed to get out, "He hurt my baby. That son of a bitch hurt my baby," she wailed.
Richard's face went red with rage. "Where is he?" He demanded, waving his cane around wildly. His heart attack a year and a half ago had limited his walking ability slightly so now he sported a fine wooden cane.
Christopher shook his head. "We don't know. He wasn't there when I found her and according to Mrs. Lewis, he hasn't been back since." He said, referring to the woman who lived across the street from Rory.
"Have you talked to the police? You aren't going to just let this slip by like the other times, are you?" Emily inquired.
"We spoke to them just a few minutes before you got here. They're looking for him." Christopher replied, raking a hand through his hair before sighing loudly.
"Well -- " Richard started, but closed his mouth as the doctor emerged from the room.
Lorelai and Christopher were immediately on their feet. "Is she okay?" Lorelai demanded, her face red from crying and creased with worry.
The doctor sighed and motioned for them to sit back down. "Physically, she'll be fine. Her arm will heal and the cuts and bruises will fade to nothing, but Im more concerned about her mental well-being. I can't be sure. She's still under heavy medication, but Im afraid that there's a possibility she might have a slight case of amnesia."
"Amnesia?" Lorelai squeaked, her eyes filling with tears again.
"It is possible. I've seen it many times in cases like this and the bump she received on the head could make matters worse. I can't make a certain prognosis until the medication has worn off completely, but I'm asking you to keep it in mind while you're with her. If you notice that she has a hard time remembering things or doesn't recognize someone or something that there is no reason she shouldn't remember, let me know."
"Is there anything we can do?" Richard asked as the doctor got up to leave.
"For the time being, just surround her with people and things that play a big role in her life, family, friends and things that are important to her. If she doesn't remember something, gently inform her of who or what it is and why its important to her. That's all I can offer you until I know the extent of the problem."
Richard nodded. "Thank you, doctor."
Dr. Riley nodded. "I'll be back in an hour to check on her. You can go in now if you'd like."
And with that the doctor left the family alone to digest the new news.
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Hope this didn't suck too much. Let me know what you think!
- Shay
Thanks for all the reviews guys. They made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Good stuff.
And Im soooooooo sorry that this took so long to get out. I won't babble, I just want to acknowledge what a few people have mentioned to me..
I don't understand how people can say that Rory would never get into a situation like this. It IS possible. Sometimes, even the smartest and strongest of people can find themselves in situations they never imagined they would. I realize that maybe its a bit far-fetched, considering the series, but this IS fanfiction and it is an AU fic, which I stated on the first chapter, so naturally its not going to be exactly what one would expect. And now that I have thoroughly stated my opinion on that matter, I shall proceed. Enjoy!
And umm.. one more thing. I know that Madeline's last name is Lynn/Linn however you want to spell it, but I didn't know when I started this story and Im too lazy to go back and edit it throughout, so Im leaving it as it is :)
Chapter Six
Rory felt like she had just been run over repeatedly by a semi-truck. Her head was pounding, her limbs felt as though they were made of lead and she realized she couldn't feel her toes. Her eyes weren't cooperating with her will to open them, but the light from somewhere around her was burning into her lids. She could hear voices, a woman crying and a man with emotion dripping from every word he said. She couldn't understand them and she struggled to place their voices. She knew them, that much she understood, but couldn't quite figure out where from. Squinting her eyes, she managed to focus and they opened, and she looked around wildly for a second before finding the sources of the sounds. The man she didn't recognize but the woman meant something to her, but what? Staring at her intently for a minute, recollection came to her. Finding her voice, she croaked out one word.
"Mom."
*******
Lorelai spun around, having heard the raspy, whispered word her daughter had forced from her body. It was said so lowly and softly it was a miracle she heard it at all, but never doubt the connection between a mother and her child, especially if that mother is Lorelai. Biting her lip to keep back any other tears that possibly wanted out, she took a few steps towards the bed, managing a small smile for Rory's sake.
"Hey, kiddo. How are you feeling?"
Rory's eyes closed for a moment, but reopened a second later. "I don't know. Where am I?"
Lorelai sat down on the bed next to her and gently took the one hand that wasn't attached to any machines. "You're in the hospital, sweetie."
"Hospital?" Rory asked, confusion written on her face. "What happened?"
At her question, Lorelai shot a look at Christopher, who stood at the foot of the bed, tears in his eyes as well. Looking back at the woman laying beside her, she shook her head. "Don't worry about that right now, sweetie. Get some rest, okay?"
Rory sleepily nodded and laid her head back on the pillow, closing her eyes. Brushing back a few tears that had broken free, Lorelai lovingly placed a kiss on her forehead and went over to Christopher, burying her head into his chest to muffle her sobs. And though his own body was wracking with their own, he held her close, silently praying to God that somehow, someway she would be okay, physically and mentally.
*******
Tristan and Adam sat side by side, a cardboard checker board in between them, playing a random game of checkers. Though only six years old, Adam had an amazing skill at the game and was beating Tristan quite badly. Tristan didn't mind, it was keeping the kid calm, keeping him from asking questions that Tristan couldn't possibly know how to answer. Adam had just been crowned king when a nurse emerged from behind the delivery room doors. She caught Tristan's eye and motioned for him to come over to her.
"I'll be right back," he whispered to Adam. Shooting a inquisitive glance over at Paris, she nodded that she would watch him and he made his way over to where the nurse and Madeline's family were standing. "Is everything okay?" He asked worriedly as he joined the group.
The nurse nodded. "Everything is fine. Ms. Stewart is requesting that you all join her in her room. I think she has something to share with you," she winked and turned on her heel. "Follow me."
The Stewart's followed the nurse closely, but Tristan was rooted in his place, his face pale and shaking slightly. He knew that someday this would be happening, that the life the two of them had created would come into the world, but all of a sudden the realization that it was here, that he was a father hit him like a speeding bullet.
"Are you coming, Tristan?" Madeline's father called over his shoulder, when he noticed that the blonde wasn't moving.
In a daze, Tristan managed a nod and swallowed hard before forcing his feet to move. He caught up to the group and gulped as they stopped outside the door of Madeline's hospital room. This was it, the moment of truth. The moment that was going to change his life forever. Despite the urge to turn and run, as far and as fast as he could, he took a deep breath before opening the door. The room was dimly lit, and Madeline was situated on a bed, smiling down at the tiny bundle in her arms. She looked up when the door opened and smiled even more brightly when she saw Tristan and her family standing in the doorway.
"Good, you're here. Come in," she said, her voice showing the signs of stress she had been under for so many hours. But it was also chirpy, in a way that only Madeline can be.
Hesitantly, Tristan took a step in the room. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he gave her a tentative smile. "So.. how are you?"
Madeline chuckled lightly. "Tired. Don't you want to meet your daughter?"
Daughter. He had a daughter. The realization he had been hit with in the waiting room was nothing compared to this. Now it was real. There was a real human being that was going to be a part of his life until the day he died. Inhaling loudly, he bit his lip and took a few steps closer, until he was standing beside the bed. Madeline smiled up at him, shifting the child in her arms so he could see her clearly. Tristan gently sat down on the bed next to her and stared disbelievingly at the newborn. Wrapped in a soft pink blanket, she lay asleep, tufts of dark blonde hair springing from the top of her head. Her tiny fingers were wrapped around a section of the blanket and he was astonished. Never in his life had he seen something so amazing, so beautiful but at the same time, so unbelievably frightening.
"She's so tiny," he whispered, reaching out to softly touch her little hand.
"Didn't feel it coming out," Madeline giggled. "Do you want to hold her?"
Somehow Tristan found himself nodding and his breath caught in his throat as Madeline placed her into his arms. Gazing at her, he smiled. Glancing over at Madeline, he cleared his throat. "So, what are we gonna name her?"
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"Lorelai, Christopher, what the hell happened?" Emily Gilmore demanded as she and her husband, Richard came rushing up to the two of them, who were seated outside Rory's door as the doctor looked her over.
Lorelai, still sobbing managed to get out, "He hurt my baby. That son of a bitch hurt my baby," she wailed.
Richard's face went red with rage. "Where is he?" He demanded, waving his cane around wildly. His heart attack a year and a half ago had limited his walking ability slightly so now he sported a fine wooden cane.
Christopher shook his head. "We don't know. He wasn't there when I found her and according to Mrs. Lewis, he hasn't been back since." He said, referring to the woman who lived across the street from Rory.
"Have you talked to the police? You aren't going to just let this slip by like the other times, are you?" Emily inquired.
"We spoke to them just a few minutes before you got here. They're looking for him." Christopher replied, raking a hand through his hair before sighing loudly.
"Well -- " Richard started, but closed his mouth as the doctor emerged from the room.
Lorelai and Christopher were immediately on their feet. "Is she okay?" Lorelai demanded, her face red from crying and creased with worry.
The doctor sighed and motioned for them to sit back down. "Physically, she'll be fine. Her arm will heal and the cuts and bruises will fade to nothing, but Im more concerned about her mental well-being. I can't be sure. She's still under heavy medication, but Im afraid that there's a possibility she might have a slight case of amnesia."
"Amnesia?" Lorelai squeaked, her eyes filling with tears again.
"It is possible. I've seen it many times in cases like this and the bump she received on the head could make matters worse. I can't make a certain prognosis until the medication has worn off completely, but I'm asking you to keep it in mind while you're with her. If you notice that she has a hard time remembering things or doesn't recognize someone or something that there is no reason she shouldn't remember, let me know."
"Is there anything we can do?" Richard asked as the doctor got up to leave.
"For the time being, just surround her with people and things that play a big role in her life, family, friends and things that are important to her. If she doesn't remember something, gently inform her of who or what it is and why its important to her. That's all I can offer you until I know the extent of the problem."
Richard nodded. "Thank you, doctor."
Dr. Riley nodded. "I'll be back in an hour to check on her. You can go in now if you'd like."
And with that the doctor left the family alone to digest the new news.
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Hope this didn't suck too much. Let me know what you think!
- Shay