spoilers : none

pairing : jess & rory

disclaimer : if you REALLY feel like suing me, then go ahead. you'll get about 5 dollars. (millionaire in the making there.

author's note : thank you to those whose reviewed. I LOVE YOU ALL!!! Here's the next part of the chapter. Scroll down till you see the "~ * ~" ... that's where the new stuff begins.
"Hello love."

"Hi Lorelai." Becca replied, her speech strained.

"What's shakin?"

"Bacon."

"Huh?" Lorelai said, confused.

"You forgot the part about the bacon. It's supposed to be What's Shaking Bacon."

"You're a hoot."

"And you're a crazy woman."

"At least we agree on that."

"At least."

"Do you know when you're getting out?"

"I heard Sunday."

"Less than a week."

"I know."

"Have you heard from Tristan?"

"Just the flowers."

"Poor kid."

"Him? Yeah, Dean laid it on him pretty hard."

"What did you guys fight about anyway?"

"I don't even remember a fight."

"Really. Could that be a part of the brain injury?"

"Maybe. I don't remember much before New Year's."

"So it's recent stuff."

"I guess. I mean, I remember schoolwork and stuff. But if you ask me who broke up with who and what I wore to the party, I wouldn't be able to tell you."

"But you're getting better?"

"Totally."

"I've got to cut this meeting short. I'm talking to a guy upstairs ..."

"God?"

"Not like that."

"Angels?"

"Still not there."

"Something about the inn."

"Nope. But I'll talk to you later and tell you then. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Bye Becca."

"Bye Gilmore."

~ * ~

Becca looked at the clock on the wall. Three. He should be home by now. She picked up the phone next to the bed and dialed the number.

"Hello."

"How's my favorite patient?"

"Becca!"

"You sound surprised."

"Well I didn't think you'd call."

"Well you didn't come to visit, and I just HAD to talk to you."

"Really."

"Really, really."

"Are you ready to come home?"

"God yes. I have my bags packed and everything. Only a few more days."

"That's great."

"Hey Tristan."

"Hello Becca."

"I had something to ask you."

"So ask."

"What did we fight about?"

"It's nothing important."

"Well it had to be if ... you know."

"Let's just say I was being Tristan."

"Because that cleared up ALL of my questions."

"I know."

"Tristan."

"Becca. Let's just not talk about it."

"Okay. But you know. Eventually I'll remember."

"And I'll be ready."

"With ammo?"

"Well you can't shoot a man that isn't capable of protecting himself."

"True true."

"I'm sorry though."

"For totaling my car? That can be fixed. I'll just get Daddy to buy me a new one."

"But of course. Isn't that what parents are for?"

The two laughed.

"High society is good for something."

"And if it isn't the money. It's the booze."

"Tut tut." Becca said in a British accent, "The correct term is not booze. It's alcohol or if you must, liquor. People of correct upbringing do not use such slang."

"Yes mother."

"Anytime sweetheart, anytime."

~ * ~

* { a/n : that's all for now, sorry. To the person(s) that didn't quite understand why Becca when back even when she didn't "care for" the other boy, it goes something like this. Have you ever lied to yourself in saying that you didn't like someone anymore, but there was always a nagging in the back of you head (or heart) that kept telling you to find out if that was real? So you had to go find out if there was any spark left, or you'd be dying inside to see what "might have been" if you just had taken that initiative? Well, that's why she went back to LA, to see if she and Jason had something left. And there was a reason why I didn't tell you what happed while she was gone, on both sides. She left. One chapter. She came back. That's how it goes. Hopefully it will get cleared up in later chapters. } *