Title: Regretting The Future
Author: Me!!!
Summary: Rory regrets what she's done in the past day, so when she tries to wish it away she erases more than just one day, but her entire life.
Feedback: I love REVIEWS (other than coffee of course)
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Even though I so want the monkey lamp in Lorelai's living room.
Spoilers: None whatsoever!
Author's Note: I have a retro light up fake fish tank!
Everything is good up to RUN AWAY, LITTLE BOY minus the tinsie tinnie fact that Tristan's still around.
* * * * * * * * * Chapter Two: Mom VS Mothra * * * * * * * * *
Two tantrums, three unexpected tests ,and a shocked Paris later, Rory arrived in the safe haven of Stars Hollow. Highly pissed and armed with a deathly scowl, she massacred all cheery life around her. In fact she shot down, Kirk's salutation when he rang the doorbell whimpering for an explanation on his spilt coffee.
Increasing the volume on her Linkin Park CD, she rummaged through her closet for
"Hey babe, still in a bad mood?" Lorelai questioned as she rested against the door frame.
Rory's hand popped out from her closet holding a feather duster. "How did you know?" she ridiculed sarcastically.
"Let me count the ways, an angsty CD, a Gilmore cleaning, an organized closet, and did I mention a Gilmore cleaning," she ticked off the mental list with her fingers. "Rory, not even Grandma cleans. In fact, she deals with her resentment by placing impossible goals for her only daughter who had no inspiration whatsoever in her teenage years except to find out if pod people are really people or plants."
With a quizzical look, Rory marched over to her bed and cleared out her missing left shoe, "You don't understand it do you?"
"Understand pod people being people or plants? 'Cuz technically they're plants replicated to be genetically identical to that of a human's genome," she babbled only to be shocked "Oh my God, that was an actual intelligent answer coming from a nonsensical question. Hey, I did it again." She giggled in mock hysteric astonishment.
"As proud as I am of your theory, Mother," she claimed the last word with spite, "I meant that you don't understand Grandma."
Thrown off by her daughter's tone, she plummeted onto Rory's bed and crossed her arms, "I understand my mother's motives. She was put on earth to caused chaos and disorder like Godzilla minus the miniature Mothra action figure. She's a cranky old woman with no empathy for her daughter's lifestyle and devoted religion based on the goodness of coffee."
Rory stood up and rooted herself to the ground in a defensive stance, "She's not like that at all. If you gave her a chance-"
"Gave her a chance?" Lorelai marched out of the room praying the subject of her mother's "angelic intentions" would be dropped. But Rory was adamant on her stand and followed the retreating figure. "Yes, if you gave her a chance maybe you wouldn't overreact about every little criticism."
"Overreact? Me overreact about her? I don't overreact," she grabbed the refrigerator and squeezed the coke bottle so hard that bubbles brimmed from under the cap. "I don't overreact about her snide remarks, I react the way a bull does to a red flag. That's normal okay? Don't get all devil's advocate on me because she never planned out your entire life from what you eat to who you marry," she concluded while swallowing two aspirins.
"Grandma isn't the devil, you know. She was just trying to look out for you," Rory screamed.
"She is controlling and manipulative. I ran away from that life because of her."
"Yeah and you escaped by having me." Just as soon as the words flowed freely from her mouth, she instantly regretted them. She clasped her unhinged jaw and waited for her mother's rebuke. Silence crept in the space wedging an awkward stillness between her comments.
Finally Lorelai managed to spit out, "Is that what you think?"
Rory shrugged her shoulders in quiet approval, "Maybe it is so what?"
Lorelai lean back against the counter in disbelief, "Rory, I love you. I didn't plan on getting pregnant just so I could settle the score."
"So now I'm a mistake," she attacked bitterly interpreting the statement wrongly.
"A mistake, yes, but in the good way. I had to get you out of there from that life you were-"
"-an opportunity to leave."
Tears were brimming over her eyes, "Stop trying to finish my sentences because what your saying isn't true!"
"Maybe, it's what I think is true," Rory called over her shoulder as she slammed the front door. Lorelai, unaware of the cause of the Gilmore civil war, was left to analyze how they could have fallen apart.
Coming across the wooden bridge, Rory panted as she ran from her troubles. She collapsed onto the wooden planks alongside her crushed spirits sent tears streaming down her face. "How could I have let things go so far. What's wrong with me?" she interrogated her reflection in the lake. Ripples disrupted the calm with each falling shred of dignity. "I didn't mean to ruin everyone's day," she reflected on her previous extreme mood swings, "I wish, I wish I could change what happened. I'm so sorry."
She withdrew her gaze and curled up in a protective fetal position sobbing softly as darkness closed in.
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Okay in the previous chapter I made Tristan sound like the bad guy. He's not.
Secondly, Rory's character is stretched a bit and you will find out why.
Third, there is no set pairing so Rory isn't with Tris or Jess. Not yet anyway.
Fourthly the plot has a major twist so keep reading.
SAFE FOR LIT, NARCO, AND TRORY FANS
~Stephanie~
P.S. Yes the chapters are more talk but ch 1 and 2 are mainly introductory ch 3 is where it gets good.
Author: Me!!!
Summary: Rory regrets what she's done in the past day, so when she tries to wish it away she erases more than just one day, but her entire life.
Feedback: I love REVIEWS (other than coffee of course)
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Even though I so want the monkey lamp in Lorelai's living room.
Spoilers: None whatsoever!
Author's Note: I have a retro light up fake fish tank!
Everything is good up to RUN AWAY, LITTLE BOY minus the tinsie tinnie fact that Tristan's still around.
* * * * * * * * * Chapter Two: Mom VS Mothra * * * * * * * * *
Two tantrums, three unexpected tests ,and a shocked Paris later, Rory arrived in the safe haven of Stars Hollow. Highly pissed and armed with a deathly scowl, she massacred all cheery life around her. In fact she shot down, Kirk's salutation when he rang the doorbell whimpering for an explanation on his spilt coffee.
Increasing the volume on her Linkin Park CD, she rummaged through her closet for
"Hey babe, still in a bad mood?" Lorelai questioned as she rested against the door frame.
Rory's hand popped out from her closet holding a feather duster. "How did you know?" she ridiculed sarcastically.
"Let me count the ways, an angsty CD, a Gilmore cleaning, an organized closet, and did I mention a Gilmore cleaning," she ticked off the mental list with her fingers. "Rory, not even Grandma cleans. In fact, she deals with her resentment by placing impossible goals for her only daughter who had no inspiration whatsoever in her teenage years except to find out if pod people are really people or plants."
With a quizzical look, Rory marched over to her bed and cleared out her missing left shoe, "You don't understand it do you?"
"Understand pod people being people or plants? 'Cuz technically they're plants replicated to be genetically identical to that of a human's genome," she babbled only to be shocked "Oh my God, that was an actual intelligent answer coming from a nonsensical question. Hey, I did it again." She giggled in mock hysteric astonishment.
"As proud as I am of your theory, Mother," she claimed the last word with spite, "I meant that you don't understand Grandma."
Thrown off by her daughter's tone, she plummeted onto Rory's bed and crossed her arms, "I understand my mother's motives. She was put on earth to caused chaos and disorder like Godzilla minus the miniature Mothra action figure. She's a cranky old woman with no empathy for her daughter's lifestyle and devoted religion based on the goodness of coffee."
Rory stood up and rooted herself to the ground in a defensive stance, "She's not like that at all. If you gave her a chance-"
"Gave her a chance?" Lorelai marched out of the room praying the subject of her mother's "angelic intentions" would be dropped. But Rory was adamant on her stand and followed the retreating figure. "Yes, if you gave her a chance maybe you wouldn't overreact about every little criticism."
"Overreact? Me overreact about her? I don't overreact," she grabbed the refrigerator and squeezed the coke bottle so hard that bubbles brimmed from under the cap. "I don't overreact about her snide remarks, I react the way a bull does to a red flag. That's normal okay? Don't get all devil's advocate on me because she never planned out your entire life from what you eat to who you marry," she concluded while swallowing two aspirins.
"Grandma isn't the devil, you know. She was just trying to look out for you," Rory screamed.
"She is controlling and manipulative. I ran away from that life because of her."
"Yeah and you escaped by having me." Just as soon as the words flowed freely from her mouth, she instantly regretted them. She clasped her unhinged jaw and waited for her mother's rebuke. Silence crept in the space wedging an awkward stillness between her comments.
Finally Lorelai managed to spit out, "Is that what you think?"
Rory shrugged her shoulders in quiet approval, "Maybe it is so what?"
Lorelai lean back against the counter in disbelief, "Rory, I love you. I didn't plan on getting pregnant just so I could settle the score."
"So now I'm a mistake," she attacked bitterly interpreting the statement wrongly.
"A mistake, yes, but in the good way. I had to get you out of there from that life you were-"
"-an opportunity to leave."
Tears were brimming over her eyes, "Stop trying to finish my sentences because what your saying isn't true!"
"Maybe, it's what I think is true," Rory called over her shoulder as she slammed the front door. Lorelai, unaware of the cause of the Gilmore civil war, was left to analyze how they could have fallen apart.
Coming across the wooden bridge, Rory panted as she ran from her troubles. She collapsed onto the wooden planks alongside her crushed spirits sent tears streaming down her face. "How could I have let things go so far. What's wrong with me?" she interrogated her reflection in the lake. Ripples disrupted the calm with each falling shred of dignity. "I didn't mean to ruin everyone's day," she reflected on her previous extreme mood swings, "I wish, I wish I could change what happened. I'm so sorry."
She withdrew her gaze and curled up in a protective fetal position sobbing softly as darkness closed in.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Okay in the previous chapter I made Tristan sound like the bad guy. He's not.
Secondly, Rory's character is stretched a bit and you will find out why.
Third, there is no set pairing so Rory isn't with Tris or Jess. Not yet anyway.
Fourthly the plot has a major twist so keep reading.
SAFE FOR LIT, NARCO, AND TRORY FANS
~Stephanie~
P.S. Yes the chapters are more talk but ch 1 and 2 are mainly introductory ch 3 is where it gets good.