A/N: I wasn't expecting such an amazing response so thank you very
much. I hope this chapter is up to your high standards.
Chapter 2
Late night wanderings.
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His face was illuminated just as another shriek made its way up her vocal chords.
"Geez Rory! Give my ears a break would you, are you trying to wake the dead?" her visitor asked sardonically.
Her relief at knowing it wasn't an attacker or murderer in her room gave way to the anger she had at having been momentarily vulnerable.
"Give your ears a break? You've gotta be kidding me. This after you damn near give me a heart attack? And you couldn't come through the front door during the DAY like a normal person?" she asked hysterically, the tears bubbling under the surface.
"What's biting you?" he asked removing his jacket, "its not like I haven't done this before and you've never reacted like this."
"Maybe that's because its never been storming when you've decided to pay a visit!"
"Yeah, about that," he deftly changed the subject, "it wouldn't hurt if I was occasionally the recipient you know."
He arched an eyebrow and Rory wanted to smack him.
"Okay kidding aside, what gives Rory?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing doesn't make you so skittish, come on what's up?"
She knew if she didn't say something that he'd keep on badgering her.
"If Dean finds out that you're here." she said trying to get him to back off but the excuse sounded weak to her ears.
Apparently he thought so too.
"Is Dean here now?"
"What? No! Of course not!" she said vehemently.
"Then I don't see how he'll find out." He said unflappably.
"That's not -"
"Rory." He said calmly which heightened her unease.
"Don't - "
But he cut her off again.
"Besides its pouring outside, it's the middle of the night. It's not like he's gonna pop around for a soda or something, no. Sane people would be tucked up in bed about now."
"Guess that rules you out then." She retorted.
"Walked right into that one didn't I?" he shook his head.
"Yup." She smiled.
"Come on Ror, the evasive techniques are supposed to be my speciality remember?"
"You must've rubbed off on me."
"You're not gonna tell me are you?"
"There's nothing to tell. I guess it's just the storm that's getting to me." She shrugged.
"That's all?"
"That's all."
Rory couldn't explain the stab of guilt she felt at not opening up to him.
It wasn't as if she didn't trust him, if anything it was the exact opposite.
Besides Dean didn't know and he was her boyfriend, so shouldn't that mean that if she told anyone it should be him?
But he was looking at her with so much understanding and concern and he really was so easy to talk to, too easy at times.
She could feel her resolve crumbling as he continued to look at her and Rory was about to open up.
"Okay." He said.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
Rory breathed a sigh of relief, that had been too close.
"So, you never told me why you ventured out in such lovely weather I might add, to see me."
"Do I need a reason?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do I need a reason?" he asked again, this time more slowly.
"No, I mean, I guess -" she babbled uncomfortably.
"Actually I brought you this." He said taking a paperback out of his pocket. Amazingly it was still dry.
Rory took it from him.
"'Death in the afternoon'? A bit morbid a title don't you think?"
"You said you were going to give it a try." He argued.
"Yeah, but not tonight." She said exasperatingly.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it Gilmore."
"But it's Hemingway!" she wailed.
"Really? I was not aware of that."
"Sarcasm not needed right now."
"What have you got to lose?" he asked grabbing his jacket.
"You mean besides my sanity? Nothing I suppose. Where are you going?"
"Well my mission is accomplished." He said throwing the hood on.
"Oh okay." She couldn't deny that she was disappointed. "So, you're telling me that you came out in the rain to give me a book?"
"Not just any book - 'Death in the afternoon'."
"Hemingway is not that big a motivation."
She felt the atmosphere change at her words.
"No, but some things are." He said intently.
Rory felt shivers run down her spine but she wasn't cold.
"Besides I came to say hi too." He said breaking the tension.
"You're crazy." She smiled, shaking her head.
"Yeah, I guess I am." He said softly as he climbed out of the window.
"Goodnight Rory."
"Night."
Rory got back into bed where she was plagued by disappointment and she was trying very hard to convince herself it wasn't because he wasn't with her.
She turned to reach for the glass of water she had brought with her but it wasn't there.
Rory sat up, puzzled but then she remembered dropping it in fright.
She got out of bed, careful not to step on any shards of broken glass but she needn't have worried. There was nothing on there - not a glass, broken or otherwise, there wasn't even a watermark on the floor.
Rory knew she had been spooked by the dream but she had a clear recollection of going to the kitchen to get some water and coming back to the room WITH a glass in her hand.
So where was it now?
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A/N: Please review and the next chapter will be on asap!
Chapter 2
Late night wanderings.
~~~
His face was illuminated just as another shriek made its way up her vocal chords.
"Geez Rory! Give my ears a break would you, are you trying to wake the dead?" her visitor asked sardonically.
Her relief at knowing it wasn't an attacker or murderer in her room gave way to the anger she had at having been momentarily vulnerable.
"Give your ears a break? You've gotta be kidding me. This after you damn near give me a heart attack? And you couldn't come through the front door during the DAY like a normal person?" she asked hysterically, the tears bubbling under the surface.
"What's biting you?" he asked removing his jacket, "its not like I haven't done this before and you've never reacted like this."
"Maybe that's because its never been storming when you've decided to pay a visit!"
"Yeah, about that," he deftly changed the subject, "it wouldn't hurt if I was occasionally the recipient you know."
He arched an eyebrow and Rory wanted to smack him.
"Okay kidding aside, what gives Rory?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing doesn't make you so skittish, come on what's up?"
She knew if she didn't say something that he'd keep on badgering her.
"If Dean finds out that you're here." she said trying to get him to back off but the excuse sounded weak to her ears.
Apparently he thought so too.
"Is Dean here now?"
"What? No! Of course not!" she said vehemently.
"Then I don't see how he'll find out." He said unflappably.
"That's not -"
"Rory." He said calmly which heightened her unease.
"Don't - "
But he cut her off again.
"Besides its pouring outside, it's the middle of the night. It's not like he's gonna pop around for a soda or something, no. Sane people would be tucked up in bed about now."
"Guess that rules you out then." She retorted.
"Walked right into that one didn't I?" he shook his head.
"Yup." She smiled.
"Come on Ror, the evasive techniques are supposed to be my speciality remember?"
"You must've rubbed off on me."
"You're not gonna tell me are you?"
"There's nothing to tell. I guess it's just the storm that's getting to me." She shrugged.
"That's all?"
"That's all."
Rory couldn't explain the stab of guilt she felt at not opening up to him.
It wasn't as if she didn't trust him, if anything it was the exact opposite.
Besides Dean didn't know and he was her boyfriend, so shouldn't that mean that if she told anyone it should be him?
But he was looking at her with so much understanding and concern and he really was so easy to talk to, too easy at times.
She could feel her resolve crumbling as he continued to look at her and Rory was about to open up.
"Okay." He said.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
Rory breathed a sigh of relief, that had been too close.
"So, you never told me why you ventured out in such lovely weather I might add, to see me."
"Do I need a reason?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do I need a reason?" he asked again, this time more slowly.
"No, I mean, I guess -" she babbled uncomfortably.
"Actually I brought you this." He said taking a paperback out of his pocket. Amazingly it was still dry.
Rory took it from him.
"'Death in the afternoon'? A bit morbid a title don't you think?"
"You said you were going to give it a try." He argued.
"Yeah, but not tonight." She said exasperatingly.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it Gilmore."
"But it's Hemingway!" she wailed.
"Really? I was not aware of that."
"Sarcasm not needed right now."
"What have you got to lose?" he asked grabbing his jacket.
"You mean besides my sanity? Nothing I suppose. Where are you going?"
"Well my mission is accomplished." He said throwing the hood on.
"Oh okay." She couldn't deny that she was disappointed. "So, you're telling me that you came out in the rain to give me a book?"
"Not just any book - 'Death in the afternoon'."
"Hemingway is not that big a motivation."
She felt the atmosphere change at her words.
"No, but some things are." He said intently.
Rory felt shivers run down her spine but she wasn't cold.
"Besides I came to say hi too." He said breaking the tension.
"You're crazy." She smiled, shaking her head.
"Yeah, I guess I am." He said softly as he climbed out of the window.
"Goodnight Rory."
"Night."
Rory got back into bed where she was plagued by disappointment and she was trying very hard to convince herself it wasn't because he wasn't with her.
She turned to reach for the glass of water she had brought with her but it wasn't there.
Rory sat up, puzzled but then she remembered dropping it in fright.
She got out of bed, careful not to step on any shards of broken glass but she needn't have worried. There was nothing on there - not a glass, broken or otherwise, there wasn't even a watermark on the floor.
Rory knew she had been spooked by the dream but she had a clear recollection of going to the kitchen to get some water and coming back to the room WITH a glass in her hand.
So where was it now?
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A/N: Please review and the next chapter will be on asap!
