Author: Sunday Rain
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Second season.
Disclaimer: Don't own em.
Summary: Rory has to deal with her past, while Tristan has to deal with the present.
Better Days
Chapter 1: Arrival
4 Years Later…
Lorelai Gilmore, the third, stepped out of Newark airport and inhaled the air. Good old US of A air. It had been a year since she'd been here. She hailed a cab and climbed in. "To Manhattan, please," she told the driver. The turbaned man nodded and speed off.
Ms. Gilmore quickly got out her mobile phone and dialled.
"Speak to me," a voice at the other end picked up.
"Hey mom! I'm back!"
"Rory, babe! I was wondering when you were coming back to us. How was the flight? Any young, hot, up and coming businessmen on it? How's Old Blighty?"
"Mom, the flight was fine. No, no businessmen to speak off, well, not anyone of my generation, there are however, a few fine ripe specimens you might be interested in, but other than that no. And England is just fine, it's still standing," Rory replied, a smile in her voice.
"Ripe? Pardon me," Lorelai Gilmore (the second), "But I resent that. Besides, I don't need no Ewan McGregors with Ph.Ds … I've got my Coffee Man."
"Of course," Rory replied, she had almost forgotten about Luke. "How is Luke? You haven't done anything harmful to him have you?"
"Well, nothing harmful, but, yesterday night, when he came home I surprised him with—"
"Mom, you're not supposed to share intimate details of your relationship to me!" Rory interrupted before her mother began regaling a bedroom tale of her and her lover. "I'm really glad you both finally realised what you mean to each other… I can't believe you were the last to see it… I wish I had been there!"
"Yeah, well, CNN London needs its star reporter," Lorelai said, pride in her voice. "Speaking of which, how long are you staying here?"
Rory sighed. Who knew when she'd be shipped off back to London? She was afterall, only a junior reporter for CNN. But she was getting slowly but surely to her dream. Whenever anyone spoke of her work, she immediately felt elated yet curiously exhausted at the same time.
"Who knows? They need a replacement for one of the reporters here who just had a baby, her name's… Rose McTernin or something, anyway, maybe you've seen her on World News or something, she's an East Coast correspondent, but she'll be off for a few months on maternity leave here, so that's my spot at the moment."
"So, do I get to see you on TV more often?"
"I really don't know mom, but I'm thinking the same as usual," Rory shrugged, it didn't matter to her as long as she was doing what she loved to do.
"Well, either way, I'm still coming this weekend right? I'll have Luke's special stuff ready for you!"
Rory's ears perked up at the mention of her elixir of life. "Oh, that reminds me, I need to buy a massive supply of coffee for this week! Yes mom, you have to help me get settled into my apartment."
"Well, of course baby, I'll be down on Saturday morning, kay?" Lorelai replied. "Ahhh! Michèl is giving me a horrible, terrible, awfully scary look, I should put the phone down, sorry hon."
"OK mom, take care… Love you!"
"Love you too tuts…" Lorelai said. "…OK, Michèl, drop that look, I'm working, working…" Rory heard her say before the phone disconnected.
Giggling quietly, she settled back into the taxi seat for the ride into the city.
