Title: Too Late to Forget
Author: coffeechick87, a.k.a. Jayde.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Well, except Asia, who actually is my cat.
Pairing: Rory and Jess.
Rating: Pg-13 - to be safe.
Summary: AU. Raised in LA, 17 year old Rory Hayden runs away to Stars Hollow to find her mother. There, she meets the quirky townspeople, and finds herself drawn to one in particular.
Too Late to Forget
Chapter 1.
Acrylic Nails, Asia, Second Thoughts, and Silence
17 year old Rory Hayden sat in front of her fathers massive and imposing oak desk, looking at the striking couple in front of her.
The male, her father, Christopher Lee Hayden. Sometimes caring, most of the time cold, and aloof. With Rory, he was rarely a warm caring parent. But, a good thing was that he gave her everything that she needed, but also giving her enough discipline to make her respect everything that she has.
And the female: Traci Hancox, cold, bitter and beautiful. The sleek blond socialite had been trying to hook her greedy claws into the Hayden heir - and his bank account, into marriage since they had met, 3 years ago. Apparently, it worked.
"As you've probably guessed, Rory. Traci and I have decided to take our relationship to the next level. We will be getting married, in 3 weeks."
Although Rory was expecting the marriage announcement, she was shocked and furious when he told her how soon it would be. She shot up straighter in her chair, and looked at her father with wide, horrified eyes, "What?! 3 weeks?! You can't!!"
"What do you mean, 'can't?' Rory, really." Christopher admonished.
"You can't marry her!! Don't you see what she is? I mean---"
Traci interrupted her in a sugary-sweet tone, "Christopher, I think what Rory is trying to say is that She doesn't want you to marry me because she doesn't want to share you." Her tone oozed false sympathy.
"No! That's not what I mean! She's just getting you to marry her so she can get your money, dad!"
"Rory! How dare you say something like that about Traci?! She's going to be your stepmother!"
"Dad!" Rory stood-up. "All she wants is money! Don't you understand that?! She's been trying to hook you since you met! And she hates me! That should be enough reason to not marry her!"
"Chris, I don't think Rory wants us to wed. She doesn't want you to be happy!" Traci said in a saccharine voice, giving Rory a withering stare.
"Lorelai Leigh Hayden, I will marry Traci in three weeks. That is final."
"Fine, just don't expect me to be there. Or anywhere near her - ever." Rory grabbed her purse. "I'll be on vacation, a very very long one."
Slamming the oak door behind her, Rory looked around the entry of the LA mansion that she had lived in for 16 years. She shook her head, it was so cold, unwelcoming. She was so glad that she'd moved out almost a year ago. After graduating high-school early, at the age of 16, she decided to take a few years off so she could be free.
Moving out of the sterile mansion where she had lived had been a major priority. She now lived in a small 2-bedroom apartment in Hollywood, with her white cat, Asia. She lived off the interest of the trust fund of 2 million dollars that she received from her Great-Grandparents when she graduated high school.
Walking out, and getting into her dark purple BMW, she started to drive home. God, Traci had done the impossible, she'd turned her father against her. She knew for a fact that Traci only wanted the Hayden fortune, that had been clear for a long time. Especially since the bitch let it slip one night when she'd downed one too many champagnes.
**Flashback**
Rory was having one of the worst times of her life, shmoozing up to complete strangers just so her father could brag and say, 'Don't I have the sweetest teenager.' Standing in the far corner, facing a portrait of some long-dead ancestor, she failed to notice the sleek blond sliding up to her until she felt the acrylic nails dig into the flesh of her arm.
Turning suddenly, she found herself looking into blue eyes, cold as ice. She recognized the face as Traci Hancox, the daughter of a prominent LA attorney. She had met her earlier when she was standing with her father. She could tell instantly that the blond wanted to get in good with her dad, Traci had been blatantly flirting with him, fluttering her lashes, pushing out her doctored breasts to the point where they would spill out of her revealing neckline, and such.
Now, with 2 inches of garish pink digging into her skin, Rory looked at the woman again. Traci's mouth was twisted with bitterness, and there was malicious gleam in her ice eyes, then in a hissing voice, she started to speak,
"You listen to me you little Princess, I'm going to get your daddy to marry me, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. If you try anything, and I mean anything to keep me away from the Hayden money, I swear, You'll regret it until the day you die...."
**End Flashback**
Walking into her apartment, she took off her shoes, jacket, and set her keys down onto the table near the door. Walking into the kitchen, she flicked a switch in her cappuccino maker, and waited while a cup was being filled. Taking the first sip of her specialty coffee, she sighed, walking into her computer room, she moved the sleeping Asia off of her chair.
Turning on her computer, she waited for it to boot up. She looked up as Asia woke-up, jumped down from the chair that Rory had placed him on, and stretched. Looking back at her computer, she opened a familiar file that she had found on her fathers' computer a year before, and then copied it to disk.
Lorelai Victoria Gilmore,
Age: 33 (2000)
Marital Status: Single
Employment: Manager, Independence Inn, Stars Hollow, Conn.
Residing Location: Stars Hollow, Connecticut.
It had more information, but Rory was not really interested in all of that. All she needed to know was the name of the town that her mother lived in.
Her Mother.
The mother that she'd never met, who she desperately wanted to know. She wanted to know everything about her, like her favorite colour, favorite food, and if she was the one who Rory had inherited her insane addiction to coffee. She wanted to know who her mothers friends were, and why hey were drawn to her. Did she have an odd personality, like Rory did? Could she chatter a mile a minute, or was she laid back, stay in the shadows kind of woman?
After staring blankly at the screen for what seemed like hours, she looked at the now dozing cat beside her. "Well, Asia. It seems we're going on a road-trip." She picked the cat up, and cradled him, "Stars Hollow, here we come."
**~*~*(*)*~*~**
"Jess!" Luke Danes called to his nephew. "Jess!" He repeated, irritated. Looking towards his nephew, he noticed that he had headphones on. He growled, and pulled the cord from the portable CD player that was on the table.
"Hey, I was listening to that!" Jess looked up from the book that he was reading.
"Yea, well now, You'll be down in the diner, Working! Like you were supposed to be doing-" He checked the clock, "47 minutes ago."
"Fine." Jess slowly gets up from where he was reclining on his bed, "I'm coming, I'm coming." He sighed, following Luke downstairs, "Nothing exciting ever happens around here." He grumbled.
Pulling on an apron, he went around and took orders from the regulars.
"Lukeeeyy!" Lorelai Gilmore breezed into the diner, flopping down on one of the stools at the counter, and grabbing a doughnut. "I need coffeeeeeee!!!"
Jess smirked, walking over to her, grabbing a coffee bowl, and filling it. "Good morning, Lorelai."
"You are a God, Jess! I didn't even have to argue today! Yay!" After inhaling 3 cups of coffee, Lorelai looked up as Miss Patty strutted into the diner, just as Luke came in from the black-hole that was the supply room.
"Ahhh, Luke, dear..." She purred in what she supposed was a seductive voice.
"What d'you want Patty?" Luke asked in his normal gruff tone.
"Well. Wouldn't you like to know." She purred as she sat down at the table in the corner.
Lorelai looked at the clock, "Eeeek! I'm late!" She stood -up, grabbed another doughnut, and raced from the diner.
Shaking his head, Luke asked Jess, "Did she pay?"
"Does she ever?"
Luke just grunted.
*~**~***~**~*
"Welcome to Stars Hollow." Rory read the sign that was beside a giant chicken. "Well, Asia, here we are. I'm going to find my mother. I mean.. I want to find her, right? I've wanted to know her since I was a little girl. But. what if I don't like her? What if she forgot about me? Should I go back, Asia?" She looked over at the cat who was lounging on a pillow on the passenger seat.
"Mrrrrooooww.."
"You're right. I'll keep going. I mean. She could miss me, right? But then why did she never call? Grrrrr. I need coffee." Driving through the small picturesque town she saw a small sign, 'Luke's' under a Hardware sign. "Well, it says 'Diner' on the window, right? It's gotta' have coffee."
After parking her car, putting a leash on the sleeping cats collar and securing it to the steering wheel, she walked into the diner. and everything went silent.
*~**~*~**~*
So, tell me what you think. I need to know!
Or e-mail me at coffeechick87@hotmail.com.
Should I continue to post?
~Jayde
Author: coffeechick87, a.k.a. Jayde.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Well, except Asia, who actually is my cat.
Pairing: Rory and Jess.
Rating: Pg-13 - to be safe.
Summary: AU. Raised in LA, 17 year old Rory Hayden runs away to Stars Hollow to find her mother. There, she meets the quirky townspeople, and finds herself drawn to one in particular.
Too Late to Forget
Chapter 1.
Acrylic Nails, Asia, Second Thoughts, and Silence
17 year old Rory Hayden sat in front of her fathers massive and imposing oak desk, looking at the striking couple in front of her.
The male, her father, Christopher Lee Hayden. Sometimes caring, most of the time cold, and aloof. With Rory, he was rarely a warm caring parent. But, a good thing was that he gave her everything that she needed, but also giving her enough discipline to make her respect everything that she has.
And the female: Traci Hancox, cold, bitter and beautiful. The sleek blond socialite had been trying to hook her greedy claws into the Hayden heir - and his bank account, into marriage since they had met, 3 years ago. Apparently, it worked.
"As you've probably guessed, Rory. Traci and I have decided to take our relationship to the next level. We will be getting married, in 3 weeks."
Although Rory was expecting the marriage announcement, she was shocked and furious when he told her how soon it would be. She shot up straighter in her chair, and looked at her father with wide, horrified eyes, "What?! 3 weeks?! You can't!!"
"What do you mean, 'can't?' Rory, really." Christopher admonished.
"You can't marry her!! Don't you see what she is? I mean---"
Traci interrupted her in a sugary-sweet tone, "Christopher, I think what Rory is trying to say is that She doesn't want you to marry me because she doesn't want to share you." Her tone oozed false sympathy.
"No! That's not what I mean! She's just getting you to marry her so she can get your money, dad!"
"Rory! How dare you say something like that about Traci?! She's going to be your stepmother!"
"Dad!" Rory stood-up. "All she wants is money! Don't you understand that?! She's been trying to hook you since you met! And she hates me! That should be enough reason to not marry her!"
"Chris, I don't think Rory wants us to wed. She doesn't want you to be happy!" Traci said in a saccharine voice, giving Rory a withering stare.
"Lorelai Leigh Hayden, I will marry Traci in three weeks. That is final."
"Fine, just don't expect me to be there. Or anywhere near her - ever." Rory grabbed her purse. "I'll be on vacation, a very very long one."
Slamming the oak door behind her, Rory looked around the entry of the LA mansion that she had lived in for 16 years. She shook her head, it was so cold, unwelcoming. She was so glad that she'd moved out almost a year ago. After graduating high-school early, at the age of 16, she decided to take a few years off so she could be free.
Moving out of the sterile mansion where she had lived had been a major priority. She now lived in a small 2-bedroom apartment in Hollywood, with her white cat, Asia. She lived off the interest of the trust fund of 2 million dollars that she received from her Great-Grandparents when she graduated high school.
Walking out, and getting into her dark purple BMW, she started to drive home. God, Traci had done the impossible, she'd turned her father against her. She knew for a fact that Traci only wanted the Hayden fortune, that had been clear for a long time. Especially since the bitch let it slip one night when she'd downed one too many champagnes.
**Flashback**
Rory was having one of the worst times of her life, shmoozing up to complete strangers just so her father could brag and say, 'Don't I have the sweetest teenager.' Standing in the far corner, facing a portrait of some long-dead ancestor, she failed to notice the sleek blond sliding up to her until she felt the acrylic nails dig into the flesh of her arm.
Turning suddenly, she found herself looking into blue eyes, cold as ice. She recognized the face as Traci Hancox, the daughter of a prominent LA attorney. She had met her earlier when she was standing with her father. She could tell instantly that the blond wanted to get in good with her dad, Traci had been blatantly flirting with him, fluttering her lashes, pushing out her doctored breasts to the point where they would spill out of her revealing neckline, and such.
Now, with 2 inches of garish pink digging into her skin, Rory looked at the woman again. Traci's mouth was twisted with bitterness, and there was malicious gleam in her ice eyes, then in a hissing voice, she started to speak,
"You listen to me you little Princess, I'm going to get your daddy to marry me, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. If you try anything, and I mean anything to keep me away from the Hayden money, I swear, You'll regret it until the day you die...."
**End Flashback**
Walking into her apartment, she took off her shoes, jacket, and set her keys down onto the table near the door. Walking into the kitchen, she flicked a switch in her cappuccino maker, and waited while a cup was being filled. Taking the first sip of her specialty coffee, she sighed, walking into her computer room, she moved the sleeping Asia off of her chair.
Turning on her computer, she waited for it to boot up. She looked up as Asia woke-up, jumped down from the chair that Rory had placed him on, and stretched. Looking back at her computer, she opened a familiar file that she had found on her fathers' computer a year before, and then copied it to disk.
Lorelai Victoria Gilmore,
Age: 33 (2000)
Marital Status: Single
Employment: Manager, Independence Inn, Stars Hollow, Conn.
Residing Location: Stars Hollow, Connecticut.
It had more information, but Rory was not really interested in all of that. All she needed to know was the name of the town that her mother lived in.
Her Mother.
The mother that she'd never met, who she desperately wanted to know. She wanted to know everything about her, like her favorite colour, favorite food, and if she was the one who Rory had inherited her insane addiction to coffee. She wanted to know who her mothers friends were, and why hey were drawn to her. Did she have an odd personality, like Rory did? Could she chatter a mile a minute, or was she laid back, stay in the shadows kind of woman?
After staring blankly at the screen for what seemed like hours, she looked at the now dozing cat beside her. "Well, Asia. It seems we're going on a road-trip." She picked the cat up, and cradled him, "Stars Hollow, here we come."
**~*~*(*)*~*~**
"Jess!" Luke Danes called to his nephew. "Jess!" He repeated, irritated. Looking towards his nephew, he noticed that he had headphones on. He growled, and pulled the cord from the portable CD player that was on the table.
"Hey, I was listening to that!" Jess looked up from the book that he was reading.
"Yea, well now, You'll be down in the diner, Working! Like you were supposed to be doing-" He checked the clock, "47 minutes ago."
"Fine." Jess slowly gets up from where he was reclining on his bed, "I'm coming, I'm coming." He sighed, following Luke downstairs, "Nothing exciting ever happens around here." He grumbled.
Pulling on an apron, he went around and took orders from the regulars.
"Lukeeeyy!" Lorelai Gilmore breezed into the diner, flopping down on one of the stools at the counter, and grabbing a doughnut. "I need coffeeeeeee!!!"
Jess smirked, walking over to her, grabbing a coffee bowl, and filling it. "Good morning, Lorelai."
"You are a God, Jess! I didn't even have to argue today! Yay!" After inhaling 3 cups of coffee, Lorelai looked up as Miss Patty strutted into the diner, just as Luke came in from the black-hole that was the supply room.
"Ahhh, Luke, dear..." She purred in what she supposed was a seductive voice.
"What d'you want Patty?" Luke asked in his normal gruff tone.
"Well. Wouldn't you like to know." She purred as she sat down at the table in the corner.
Lorelai looked at the clock, "Eeeek! I'm late!" She stood -up, grabbed another doughnut, and raced from the diner.
Shaking his head, Luke asked Jess, "Did she pay?"
"Does she ever?"
Luke just grunted.
*~**~***~**~*
"Welcome to Stars Hollow." Rory read the sign that was beside a giant chicken. "Well, Asia, here we are. I'm going to find my mother. I mean.. I want to find her, right? I've wanted to know her since I was a little girl. But. what if I don't like her? What if she forgot about me? Should I go back, Asia?" She looked over at the cat who was lounging on a pillow on the passenger seat.
"Mrrrrooooww.."
"You're right. I'll keep going. I mean. She could miss me, right? But then why did she never call? Grrrrr. I need coffee." Driving through the small picturesque town she saw a small sign, 'Luke's' under a Hardware sign. "Well, it says 'Diner' on the window, right? It's gotta' have coffee."
After parking her car, putting a leash on the sleeping cats collar and securing it to the steering wheel, she walked into the diner. and everything went silent.
*~**~*~**~*
So, tell me what you think. I need to know!
Or e-mail me at coffeechick87@hotmail.com.
Should I continue to post?
~Jayde