Title: Someday We'll Know
Chapter: Six.
Author: kait.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it, probably never will, although everybody can dream right?
Author's Notes: Yes, I know I promised that I would be updating more often, I suck. It's fine, all this I know.

Special and massive thanks to Hadar and to Kat, without them, this fic would never be continued. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm not going to tell you when the ending is, but this really wont be too much longer. A lot happens in this chapter...I guess I was getting sick of procrastinating it... take it as is, if you hate it, i'm sorry.

oh, and don't forget to review, eh? This is after all the chapter you've all been waiting for. And since i'm really not sure how i feel about this fanfiction anymore, i'm slightly curious about what you guys think. Remember that this fic has it's own history, completely different from what happened on the show!

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The pond looked beautiful during dusk. It was at it's prettiest when the lights illuminated the surrounding area just enough to cast a faint glow upon the water. At this time, the sun was just below the line of the horizon and it's final rays looked as if they'd been ignited by a match. They were the colours of fire.

Rory could barely contain her breath as she watched her surroundings convert from the peaceful late afternoon to something so beautiful that it was almost tragic it had to end.

But she was kidding herself by trying to pretend that she had come for the scenery.

She was here to see if he would come. The boy that had captured her thoughts since he first walked into the small Conneticut town when she was seventeen. The boy who had infected her brain and taught her so many things about living life your way. The boy who had turned her life upside down and made her life both a nightmare and a fantasy for the two years they were friends. And more than friends.

Footsteps echoed on the wood and Rory inhaled before looking in the direction of the sound. It was just a girl. A plain looking girl who caught Rory's eye, looked down and preceeded to rush past her, across the bridge.

Rory looked back out at the vista, then down into the darkening water. Her blue eyes reflected back up at her; mirrored through the navy depth. She sighed and as dark figure sat down beside her, her breath caught in her throat.

The two sat in silence for an undeterminable length of time before either one dared to move. Jess lifted his arm from where it had come to rest behind him to right beside Rory's hand on the wooden bridge. It was then that she noticed that he had been staring intently at her for a long time.

So she looked back at him.

The feeling of looking at someone that you haven't seen in eight years; someone you loved that intensely...it's almost indescribable. There's a surge of all sorts of different emotions. A few unexpected ones- anger, joy, complete distraught. The previous mixed with excitement, sadness, and a few unnamed ones all came pouring out of both sets of eyes. In the future when either would think about the moment they would only be able to describe it with one word - surreal.
He spoke first,
It was as timid as she had been when she first started Chilton.

It was at this point where she suddenly realized she couldn't tell what he was thinking once again.

Another moment passed. Their thoughts were erratic. He cleared his throat. How have you been?
They were still staring into each other's eyes. Tears started forming in the corner of her eyes, he reached up and stroked one away before it could fall from it's place on the bottom rim of her eyelid.

It's going to be okay you know, He told her.
She smiled a sad smile, and how do you know that?
Because we're past the hardest part.
Which would be? she look confused.
Seeing each other again. Being together.
She had to hold herself back from making the adolescent action of rolling her eyes. If you think that's the hardest part, you're seriously mistaken.
I didn't forget you did I?
She looked away and then stopped. Her heart stopped, actually. How had he...
Did you think I ever could?
She looked back at him, wonderment teasing every feature she possessed.
He stood up. I'll see you around.
Rory waited until he was almost back onto solid ground before she turned around and called after him. So what? You're leaving me for good this time? The bitterness in her voice was hitting a fever pitch.
He turned back, I'll never leave you for good Gilmore. Always remember that.

And then he was gone. She hated how good he was at randomly disappearing. Then the tears began to fall as she remembered that he was leaving for the city. That had been her last chance, and now it was gone.

She clenched her jaw and tapped her index finger on the bridge. A stab of sharpness was felt in the finger and she was forced to look down at her left hand. It was bare as it had always been. Twenty-six years old and she had nothing to show for her personal life other than the friendship of a thirty-nine year old widower and a computer. Nice life. Althougn, she had her mother, and they were still extremely close.

Come to think of it there really was only one thing that she had never shared with her mother. The reasons why she had kept the one secret from her mother were endless. First, she'd freak out. Second, she'd freak out. The secret wasn't anything important. It was just Jess. Although for a long time Jess had been the most important part of her life.

The single person her thoughts revolved around.

But that was all Rory had really ever done. Thought about things. She never came to any conclusions on her own; never made any decisions of her own. She just let things happen. Let other people decide her fate.

And she wasn't going to do that anymore. She was going to do something for herself. She was going to go after the one thing she had always wanted, even if it didn't work out, at least she would have tried.

She stood up and stormed in the direction of where Jess had just disappeared to. It wasn't fair to her, and she had pretty much made up her mind about what was about to happen - whether it was the right decision or not, she had been waiting too long. She had been thinking about him for too long.

It was time. She was ready, once again.

She reached the diner and was about to start pounding on the door when she realized that it was still unlocked. Her forehead creased and she pushed the door open, her eyes searching everywhere while she slowly entered. She never thought she would get to the point where she was this tense upon entrance ever again.

But it had. And suddenly, she was eighteen and sneaking upstairs again to see the boy she loved but made her too scared to tell anyone about it.

What was suddenly with all this love stuff. Okay, so now she was back to her twenty-six year-old self, she didn't like thinking about how quickly she was getting older. She hated thinking about how she had really not done anything exciting with her life in forever...or maybe just ever. She hated that she had regrets, because there was a time in her life where she didn't believe in them.

Now she was climbing the steps, her hand tracing a pattern on the banister, trying to hold her back, slow her down. Her fingers left the wood of the railing and reached forward towards the door. Instead of forming a fist they spread out and she spent a moment looking at the delicate and pale skin that covered her hand. Just as she was turning it around to admire her palm she heard movement inside and before she could control the impulse she had knocked twice, firmly on the door.

Shit. Now there were footsteps and she had reached the point where backing up would lead her into nothing but a wall. It opened, and Jess was there, she could tell he was trying to hide the tiny hint of hope that shot through his eyes, but he didn't do a good enough job of it as she could still tell. She could see hope in him, even when he couldn't.

You're not being fair. she stated dramatically.
Life's not fair. he said with a twitch of his eyebrows, she pushed passed him into the apartment.
Don't treat me like a child.
Sorry, how would you like to be treated?
Why are you being a jerk? You're the one who - she stopped, then continued, You're the one who left.
When? At the bridge?
Always. Is running your thing or something? Or maybe it's just me. she said, turning around to face him.
Just you what? he said, visibly swallowing, somehow Rory had gone from barely uttering a word to reeming him out. For once Jess wasn't the dominant one and he wasn't the agressor.

It was a strange feeling.

Just me that you're running away from.
I never wanted to hurt you so I left before I got a chance.
She looked at him exasperatedly, And you didn't think that that would hurt me?
He walked around her and slumped into a chair. It would have hurt you more the longer I stuck around.
You could have made me happy.
He rolled his eyes, You didn't want me to be happy. Or are you forgetting your little comingt out' problem? God, it's not like you were announcing your love for a transvesite. Just me, I had no idea I was such a thing to be hidden from the world.
You weren't...I was scared. I learnt my lesson.
I guess you got the point then. he said with resignment. All is forgiven.
She smirked, I don't know if that's completely fair. Now I feel inclined to let you off the hook.
Well is there some incentive to make you forgive me sooner? He sighed. I've missed you Rory Gilmore.
There are definitely some things I've missed about you too.

He motioned for her to sit, Like what, may I ask?
Your hair. Your eyes. Your company. No one else can sit on the bridge as well as you.
Oh, is that it?
Well I would say your kisses, but I wouldn't want to put you on the spot and you haven't completely made up for leaving me yet.

Oh? Well hmm, let me think. Would this make it up to you? He asked rising from his chair and clearing the distance between them in a single stride, bending down and bringing his lips inches from hers, his eyes gazing into the depths of hers, begging for permission to bring his lips just that much closer.

she moaned, Don't make me have to say stop.
So don't say it. he murmured back, focusing on her eyes. He dipped in, brushing his lips upon hers and she closed her eyes for a split second, until they shot open and she pushed him back.

He smiled, Same old Rory.
She rolled her eyes, Thank you. After all it's not like this is moving fast or anything.

I mean, when was the last time I saw you? Eight years ago? Right. In the diner, the morning after we had sex. she watched his eyes widened, Come on, you couldn't possibly think I would forget that could you?
No. But a small part of me really wishes you had.

Because that was the night that I ruined perfect and innocent Rory Gilmore, Princess of Stars Hollow.
It was the last time I can remember feeling perfectly whole.

His face scrunched at this comment. Do you have a boyfriend?
she said with a small smile.
He sighed in frustration.
His name is Edward.
he rolled his eyes. Sounds like a -
She cut him off -He's gay.
His eyes flicked up to meet hers. You bitch.
You'll like me this way.
Let's not talk about that now.
She looked at him innocently, And what, pray tell, shall we talk about.

He leaned back over her and pushed his lips to hers, sealing them together. He parted her lips and intensified the feeling, bringing her with him as he stood up. He backed towards the bed that was against the far wall.

Too fast?
If you make me think about this, you wont like the consequences.
He replaced his lips and she helped him pull his shirt over his head.

They crashed onto the mattress and he reached behind her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress, kissing her shoulder as the skin became visible. Following the fabric down her body, laying kisses on the newly exposed skin.

The dress now removed he had an chance to survey the body of the woman laying beneath him. And she was a woman, looking up at him with her hair laying in a delicate mess around her head, and her now matured body that she finally completely looked perfect in. He leaned in for a kiss and her hands wandered to the waist of his pants, pulling at his belt buckle, and then tugging them down over his thighs. He assisted her by kicking his shoes off his feet and pulling his pants the rest of the way over his feet. He looked back up at her and noticed that her eyes were dancing over his body.

She quickly grabbed for his boxer-briefs and all hope of turning back was lost. They connected in another kiss, and their bodies searched to complete themselves.

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a/n: ...fade to black. hey, i can't always be indecent.
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