Title: Expect The Unexpected
Chapter Ten: Explanations
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gilmore Girls or the characters; I do, however, own the new characters (there aren't that many) and the situations.
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The room slowly came into focus, and it didn't look familiar. A soft hand caressed Dean's cheek, and then a cold cloth wiped his forehead. He looked at the wrist above his eyes, and followed the arm to the girl attached to it. Or the woman. Dean looked deeply into her eyes, and she blushed and withdrew her hand. The doctor burst into the room and noticed the couple. She smiled.
"Hello, Dean." the doctor said softly. "Do you know where you are?"
"Um, no?" Dean guessed as he looked around the unfamiliar room.
"Don't worry," the doctor smiled, "that's fine. I'm Dr. Joelle. You're in the hospital. You were brought in with lacerations covering most of your body, a black eye, and a bump on the head. We took a head C.T.- an X-ray of your head- and cleaned the glass out of your cuts. It looks like everything's fine, and your wife can take you home now."
"Oh, no, she's not my-" Dean sat up too quickly and sank back into the pillows.
"Yes, and because of the nature of the bump, you should probably move slowly and rest for a few days at least. Take care." Dr. Joelle backed out of the room.
"Should you be here?" Dean asked sulkily of the woman by his side.
"Well, my husband was the one who knocked you out. I figured it was only neighborly, but if you don't care." Rory gathered her coat and stalked toward the door.
"Rory, wait!"
She paused with the door halfway open.
"Just let me explain. Please."
"Fine." Rory dropped into a chair near the door and placed her coat over the arm. She crossed her arms and legs and glared at Dean. "What the hell did you do to my diner, anyway?"
"Um, I don't remember."
"That's crap and you know it! What the hell did you bust through the window for?"
"Wow, ending a sentence with a preposition. You must be really mad."
"I am! And I don't feel like joking or kidding or anything. I swear, if you think it was bad last time, the town is going to kill you this time. I mean rip you apart from limb-to-limb. And if they don't, Jess and Luke sure will. Or maybe me. This was a horrible thing for you to do, Dean! You jumped through the window of the diner! Why? Why the hell would you do that? No, never mind, I don't want to know. What possessed you to do that? Are you crazy or something? I guess if you were mentally ill or something, I might be able to only run you out of town, instead of killing you. So what was it?" Rory stood with her arms crossed across her chest, tapping her feet and waiting for an answer. Dean had never felt more in love with her.
Chapter Ten: Explanations
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gilmore Girls or the characters; I do, however, own the new characters (there aren't that many) and the situations.
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The room slowly came into focus, and it didn't look familiar. A soft hand caressed Dean's cheek, and then a cold cloth wiped his forehead. He looked at the wrist above his eyes, and followed the arm to the girl attached to it. Or the woman. Dean looked deeply into her eyes, and she blushed and withdrew her hand. The doctor burst into the room and noticed the couple. She smiled.
"Hello, Dean." the doctor said softly. "Do you know where you are?"
"Um, no?" Dean guessed as he looked around the unfamiliar room.
"Don't worry," the doctor smiled, "that's fine. I'm Dr. Joelle. You're in the hospital. You were brought in with lacerations covering most of your body, a black eye, and a bump on the head. We took a head C.T.- an X-ray of your head- and cleaned the glass out of your cuts. It looks like everything's fine, and your wife can take you home now."
"Oh, no, she's not my-" Dean sat up too quickly and sank back into the pillows.
"Yes, and because of the nature of the bump, you should probably move slowly and rest for a few days at least. Take care." Dr. Joelle backed out of the room.
"Should you be here?" Dean asked sulkily of the woman by his side.
"Well, my husband was the one who knocked you out. I figured it was only neighborly, but if you don't care." Rory gathered her coat and stalked toward the door.
"Rory, wait!"
She paused with the door halfway open.
"Just let me explain. Please."
"Fine." Rory dropped into a chair near the door and placed her coat over the arm. She crossed her arms and legs and glared at Dean. "What the hell did you do to my diner, anyway?"
"Um, I don't remember."
"That's crap and you know it! What the hell did you bust through the window for?"
"Wow, ending a sentence with a preposition. You must be really mad."
"I am! And I don't feel like joking or kidding or anything. I swear, if you think it was bad last time, the town is going to kill you this time. I mean rip you apart from limb-to-limb. And if they don't, Jess and Luke sure will. Or maybe me. This was a horrible thing for you to do, Dean! You jumped through the window of the diner! Why? Why the hell would you do that? No, never mind, I don't want to know. What possessed you to do that? Are you crazy or something? I guess if you were mentally ill or something, I might be able to only run you out of town, instead of killing you. So what was it?" Rory stood with her arms crossed across her chest, tapping her feet and waiting for an answer. Dean had never felt more in love with her.