Disclaimer: I forgot one last time.uh.none of the characters are mine but
the dialogue is so please don't sue me.blah blah blah
Author's note: I am a huge Literai fan and always hated how Jess and Rory got together this season. I thought Rory was too fickle (like her mom) and I always kind of wanted Jess and Rory to get together because they knew they needed each other.not because Dean just couldn't put up with her anymore. Anyways one of my friend's grandpa died recently and she said that her boyfriend was the only one able to comfort her and that now they are inseparable. This is my first fanfic so please keep that in mind in your criticism.
Rory turned in her bed and glanced at the clock. It read 12:14 and she sat up suddenly thinking of something she could do. She had been trying to sleep for the last few hours with no success. The night before she dreamed that she was at school walking in the hall with Paris and her grandpa was lying on the floor. All the students were stepping over him and talking like he wasn't there.dead And the packs of Chilton students kept walking in front of Rory and cutting her off so that no matter how many steps she took forward he was still the same distance away from her. She woke at 3 a.m. sweating and shaking all over.
Rory didn't want to remember the dream about her dead grandpa's body on the cold tile floor at Chilton; she reasoned that she couldn't sleep because she barely moved at all that day. Sitting in her bed she decided the best thing to do was to go for a walk. It was late enough so that no one would be out and Stars Hollow could be quite peaceful at night. She hoped it would be quiet and calming. A tranquil effect was what she needed, she thought. She changed into jeans and threw on a gray zip up sweatshirt. She grabbed her cell phone just in case, she thought to herself.
A few hours earlier her mom called and told her she was going to stay at her grandmother's for the night. Lorelai offered to drive and pick-up Rory and take her back to Hartford but Rory convinced her that she was already asleep and she just wanted to stay in bed. Her mother didn't have the energy to argue and fight her on it. Just a simple "Okay," was all that was said.
Rory circled Stars Hollow twice and still was restless. The thought of returning to the house and to her bed and to the dreams that awaited her made her shiver. But it could have also been the cold. It was cold for November but Rory liked feeling the cold, it was better than the other feelings she was going through. She paused suddenly overcome with the images of her grandpa. There were so many memories that were bad, more than good ones. She felt the tears come, and she looked around to make sure no one was around.
Maybe it would make it better if I just kept moving, she told herself.
The worst memory came to her and she couldn't push it away. The memory of them walking and then him falling. She stumbled on something and Rory suddenly wanted to sit down. She realized that she was at the bridge, Jess' bridge. Jess. Another painful thing to think about. But less painful then grandpa so she didn't mind. Rory sat down on the bridge and let her legs dangle over the edge and let the tears fall.
Rory couldn't move. She couldn't even sit up anymore thinking about her grandpa and how he collapsed right next to her. She kept replaying it in her mind wondering if she had said something different or done something different that maybe he would be alive. She replayed calling 911 and kneeling next to her grandpa on the floor begging him to open his eyes and wake-up. Then memories of past dinners, past fights, past parties all came at her at once.
She didn't think she could breathe.
One moment they were walking in the hallway and the next he was on the floor. It didn't make sense to Rory. Once she had seen a dog get hit by a car and she was so upset that she cried for two hours, but now someone real and close to her died. Someone she loved was taken away from her. Who took him? Where did he go? Where was he now? Was he watching her now? Could he see her? Was he in heaven or hell? Did she believe in God? There were so many questions, endless questions, but Rory didn't have any answers.
She had always tried to have the right answer. She based her whole life on answers. Now there were only questions. She let her mind wander and let the tears fall. The last coherent thought that passed through her was "So this is grief. This is pain. Absolute pain."
Rory heard a voice from somewhere pulling her out of her thoughts. She wasn't asleep. She was very aware of the voice but decided against acknowledging it. She didn't have the strength to turn her head toward it. Her eyes were focused on the water. It was dark, black even. For a brief moment she considered going in the black water and letting it swallow her whole. She knew it was peaceful in there. But it was only a brief thought that she quickly dismissed. It was then that she realized she was lying down on the bridge and that it was snowing.
"Rory."
Her mind wasn't working properly. It's too early for snow. Snow doesn't come until at least December or January or on a slow year February, she thought.
"Rory look at me. Please."
The voice sounded desperate. It was familiar.
"Rory."
She felt hands on her face. Cold hands. They were turning her head to look up.
"Rory."
It was Jess. He was kneeling next to her.
"Your hands are cold."
"Do you have any idea how long you've been out here?"
Rory shook her head. She was still lying down on the bridge with his hands threaded in her hair now. She honestly had no sense of time. The concept seemed so far away, so distant. Jess removed his hands from her face and started to unbutton his jacket.
"Almost two hours." He paused removing his jacket and Rory was thinking about what he had just said. Had he been watching her the whole time, she wondered. "It started snowing about half an hour ago."
"I didn't even notice." Rory sat up as she spoke. Jess stood and helped her on her feet. Snow that had gathered on her body and when she stood it fell from her like powdered sugar. Jess put the jacket around her.
"Put this on. You are freezing." Suddenly Rory realized she was cold. Very cold. She put her arms in his jacket and it was big on her but it was warm and fuzzy on the inside. She could smell cigarettes on it and concluded that Jess had probably been smoking while watching her. She thought she should be probably creeped out but wasn't.
Rory's hands shook as she buttoned the coat and she found that she couldn't do it. Her fingers were too cold and they weren't working. Without saying anything Jess buttoned the coat for her and Rory felt like a child. Rory watched his hands move. They were definitely the hands of a man and yet Jess was moving them so carefully.
His hands had such skill. She lifted her head and looked at Jess' face. If he was aware she was looking at him, he didn't acknowledge it. His face was focused, concentrating on the buttons. His eyes were dark. He straightened the collar and they locked eyes. Rory opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find words.
"Let's go to Luke's so you can warm up and get you some coffee or something." He wanted to get her inside where it was warm. He was worried.
"Okay." They turned and walked in silence. Rory thought Jess was walking too fast and it occurred to her as she walked that the snow had caused her clothes to become wet and that her hands hadn't stopped shaking yet.
"Put your hands in the pockets so they can warm up." And Rory did as she thought he might be reading her mind.
When they were a block away from the diner, Rory lost her footing and almost fell but Jess steadied her. Rory felt his arm go around her back and his hand rest on her hip and she leaned against him.
"Are you okay?"
"Fine." So they kept walking but now Rory was leaning into him and Jess didn't remove his arm from around her. Rory closed her eyes and wished to herself that they keep walking like this and never reach the diner. She was warm, or at least warmer, and Jess was holding her. She almost felt like smiling. Almost.
Author's note: I am a huge Literai fan and always hated how Jess and Rory got together this season. I thought Rory was too fickle (like her mom) and I always kind of wanted Jess and Rory to get together because they knew they needed each other.not because Dean just couldn't put up with her anymore. Anyways one of my friend's grandpa died recently and she said that her boyfriend was the only one able to comfort her and that now they are inseparable. This is my first fanfic so please keep that in mind in your criticism.
Rory turned in her bed and glanced at the clock. It read 12:14 and she sat up suddenly thinking of something she could do. She had been trying to sleep for the last few hours with no success. The night before she dreamed that she was at school walking in the hall with Paris and her grandpa was lying on the floor. All the students were stepping over him and talking like he wasn't there.dead And the packs of Chilton students kept walking in front of Rory and cutting her off so that no matter how many steps she took forward he was still the same distance away from her. She woke at 3 a.m. sweating and shaking all over.
Rory didn't want to remember the dream about her dead grandpa's body on the cold tile floor at Chilton; she reasoned that she couldn't sleep because she barely moved at all that day. Sitting in her bed she decided the best thing to do was to go for a walk. It was late enough so that no one would be out and Stars Hollow could be quite peaceful at night. She hoped it would be quiet and calming. A tranquil effect was what she needed, she thought. She changed into jeans and threw on a gray zip up sweatshirt. She grabbed her cell phone just in case, she thought to herself.
A few hours earlier her mom called and told her she was going to stay at her grandmother's for the night. Lorelai offered to drive and pick-up Rory and take her back to Hartford but Rory convinced her that she was already asleep and she just wanted to stay in bed. Her mother didn't have the energy to argue and fight her on it. Just a simple "Okay," was all that was said.
Rory circled Stars Hollow twice and still was restless. The thought of returning to the house and to her bed and to the dreams that awaited her made her shiver. But it could have also been the cold. It was cold for November but Rory liked feeling the cold, it was better than the other feelings she was going through. She paused suddenly overcome with the images of her grandpa. There were so many memories that were bad, more than good ones. She felt the tears come, and she looked around to make sure no one was around.
Maybe it would make it better if I just kept moving, she told herself.
The worst memory came to her and she couldn't push it away. The memory of them walking and then him falling. She stumbled on something and Rory suddenly wanted to sit down. She realized that she was at the bridge, Jess' bridge. Jess. Another painful thing to think about. But less painful then grandpa so she didn't mind. Rory sat down on the bridge and let her legs dangle over the edge and let the tears fall.
Rory couldn't move. She couldn't even sit up anymore thinking about her grandpa and how he collapsed right next to her. She kept replaying it in her mind wondering if she had said something different or done something different that maybe he would be alive. She replayed calling 911 and kneeling next to her grandpa on the floor begging him to open his eyes and wake-up. Then memories of past dinners, past fights, past parties all came at her at once.
She didn't think she could breathe.
One moment they were walking in the hallway and the next he was on the floor. It didn't make sense to Rory. Once she had seen a dog get hit by a car and she was so upset that she cried for two hours, but now someone real and close to her died. Someone she loved was taken away from her. Who took him? Where did he go? Where was he now? Was he watching her now? Could he see her? Was he in heaven or hell? Did she believe in God? There were so many questions, endless questions, but Rory didn't have any answers.
She had always tried to have the right answer. She based her whole life on answers. Now there were only questions. She let her mind wander and let the tears fall. The last coherent thought that passed through her was "So this is grief. This is pain. Absolute pain."
Rory heard a voice from somewhere pulling her out of her thoughts. She wasn't asleep. She was very aware of the voice but decided against acknowledging it. She didn't have the strength to turn her head toward it. Her eyes were focused on the water. It was dark, black even. For a brief moment she considered going in the black water and letting it swallow her whole. She knew it was peaceful in there. But it was only a brief thought that she quickly dismissed. It was then that she realized she was lying down on the bridge and that it was snowing.
"Rory."
Her mind wasn't working properly. It's too early for snow. Snow doesn't come until at least December or January or on a slow year February, she thought.
"Rory look at me. Please."
The voice sounded desperate. It was familiar.
"Rory."
She felt hands on her face. Cold hands. They were turning her head to look up.
"Rory."
It was Jess. He was kneeling next to her.
"Your hands are cold."
"Do you have any idea how long you've been out here?"
Rory shook her head. She was still lying down on the bridge with his hands threaded in her hair now. She honestly had no sense of time. The concept seemed so far away, so distant. Jess removed his hands from her face and started to unbutton his jacket.
"Almost two hours." He paused removing his jacket and Rory was thinking about what he had just said. Had he been watching her the whole time, she wondered. "It started snowing about half an hour ago."
"I didn't even notice." Rory sat up as she spoke. Jess stood and helped her on her feet. Snow that had gathered on her body and when she stood it fell from her like powdered sugar. Jess put the jacket around her.
"Put this on. You are freezing." Suddenly Rory realized she was cold. Very cold. She put her arms in his jacket and it was big on her but it was warm and fuzzy on the inside. She could smell cigarettes on it and concluded that Jess had probably been smoking while watching her. She thought she should be probably creeped out but wasn't.
Rory's hands shook as she buttoned the coat and she found that she couldn't do it. Her fingers were too cold and they weren't working. Without saying anything Jess buttoned the coat for her and Rory felt like a child. Rory watched his hands move. They were definitely the hands of a man and yet Jess was moving them so carefully.
His hands had such skill. She lifted her head and looked at Jess' face. If he was aware she was looking at him, he didn't acknowledge it. His face was focused, concentrating on the buttons. His eyes were dark. He straightened the collar and they locked eyes. Rory opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find words.
"Let's go to Luke's so you can warm up and get you some coffee or something." He wanted to get her inside where it was warm. He was worried.
"Okay." They turned and walked in silence. Rory thought Jess was walking too fast and it occurred to her as she walked that the snow had caused her clothes to become wet and that her hands hadn't stopped shaking yet.
"Put your hands in the pockets so they can warm up." And Rory did as she thought he might be reading her mind.
When they were a block away from the diner, Rory lost her footing and almost fell but Jess steadied her. Rory felt his arm go around her back and his hand rest on her hip and she leaned against him.
"Are you okay?"
"Fine." So they kept walking but now Rory was leaning into him and Jess didn't remove his arm from around her. Rory closed her eyes and wished to herself that they keep walking like this and never reach the diner. She was warm, or at least warmer, and Jess was holding her. She almost felt like smiling. Almost.