Pairing: R/T AU Future Fic
Author: Rach
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING
Rating- PG-13 (.for now)
A/N: This is my first Gilmore Girls fic, I am a Trory fan so except nothing more. ( Please review and tell me what you think. All comments welcomed.
Meet my Daughter
01
She tucked her legs beneath her as she positioned herself as comfortable as she could get on the hard wooden chair. Her pen not leaving her hand, she picked up her coffee mug, trying to take a sip of her coffee and at the same time read the words in front of her. The outcome- coffee spilling down the front of her white shirt. She let out a sigh of frustration, put the coffee mug down and simply brushed her hand over the stain and inspected the damage. Its not like this was the first time that she had coffee spill down her front.
She looked at her watch. It was 1:30 p.m, half an hour left to her lunch hour before she got back to her job at Jeanes Publishing House. At a young age of 27, her skills had led her to rise up the ladder to land her the position of editor at this influential publishing house. She had just transferred to the New York branch. She used her hour and a half lunch hour to sit in the nearby Starbucks a block away from her workplace, situated in downtown New York. She liked the environment with the aroma of coffee engulfing her.
Rory Gilmore would come in at the beginning of her lunch hour, order a large cup of coffee and situate herself in the booth in the corner of the shop and just indulge herself in her book of the day. But today was different. Today, Starbucks was unusually crowded that she had to settle for one of those uncomfortable wooden chairs. She also had to bring some work to read over today which didn't help for her mood.
It was nearly 2 p.m and people started filing out. The noise in the coffee shop died down to a quiet hum. Rory moved her things over to the now vacated booth. Now she could finally work.
But her temporary peace was interrupted as the bells hanging on top of the door signaled the arrival of more customers. A group of around 6 businessmen walked in. Dressed in impeccably tailored suits, Armani. Shoes so shiny that you could probably see your reflection in them. They were talking loudly and seemed to have something to celebrate.
"Don't worry fellas, it's on the house! Its not everyday we get to land a deal like this."
"Well then, lets just hope we made the right decision."
A polite laughter rang out throughout the group. Normally, Rory would ignore other customers in the shop. But she looked up. A voice had caught her attention.
She let out an inaudible gasp.
She'd recognize those features anywhere.
She hadn't seen this man in years, not since.
She got up, her excitement to see him again winning over her angry side. The last time she had seen him hadn't ended very well.
Rory appeared in the doorway to see him packing his things into the suitcase he came with. His back was turned to her so it gave her a few minutes to collect herself. "So I guess this is goodbye huh?" She tried to keep her voice steady.
Her voice caused him to turn around, with garment still in hand, "yeah, I guess."
Rory tried to keep the tears from falling, she said accusingly "so just like before."
He let out an exasperated sigh and threw the garment down into the suitcase and said in a soft voice, "Rory, you're not making this any easier."
Rory looked down at her feet, unable to look at the man before her, "when will I see you again?"
He silently shook his head. "I don't know"
She still kept her head down.
Silence.
"Rory?"
"Yeah," came a quiet voice.
"You know I love you right? And I always will, don't' forget that."
She strolled bravely towards the group and tapped the man on the shoulder.
Who will it be?
Come on, take a wild guess.
REVIEW PLEASE!
R A C H
Author: Rach
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING
Rating- PG-13 (.for now)
A/N: This is my first Gilmore Girls fic, I am a Trory fan so except nothing more. ( Please review and tell me what you think. All comments welcomed.
Meet my Daughter
01
She tucked her legs beneath her as she positioned herself as comfortable as she could get on the hard wooden chair. Her pen not leaving her hand, she picked up her coffee mug, trying to take a sip of her coffee and at the same time read the words in front of her. The outcome- coffee spilling down the front of her white shirt. She let out a sigh of frustration, put the coffee mug down and simply brushed her hand over the stain and inspected the damage. Its not like this was the first time that she had coffee spill down her front.
She looked at her watch. It was 1:30 p.m, half an hour left to her lunch hour before she got back to her job at Jeanes Publishing House. At a young age of 27, her skills had led her to rise up the ladder to land her the position of editor at this influential publishing house. She had just transferred to the New York branch. She used her hour and a half lunch hour to sit in the nearby Starbucks a block away from her workplace, situated in downtown New York. She liked the environment with the aroma of coffee engulfing her.
Rory Gilmore would come in at the beginning of her lunch hour, order a large cup of coffee and situate herself in the booth in the corner of the shop and just indulge herself in her book of the day. But today was different. Today, Starbucks was unusually crowded that she had to settle for one of those uncomfortable wooden chairs. She also had to bring some work to read over today which didn't help for her mood.
It was nearly 2 p.m and people started filing out. The noise in the coffee shop died down to a quiet hum. Rory moved her things over to the now vacated booth. Now she could finally work.
But her temporary peace was interrupted as the bells hanging on top of the door signaled the arrival of more customers. A group of around 6 businessmen walked in. Dressed in impeccably tailored suits, Armani. Shoes so shiny that you could probably see your reflection in them. They were talking loudly and seemed to have something to celebrate.
"Don't worry fellas, it's on the house! Its not everyday we get to land a deal like this."
"Well then, lets just hope we made the right decision."
A polite laughter rang out throughout the group. Normally, Rory would ignore other customers in the shop. But she looked up. A voice had caught her attention.
She let out an inaudible gasp.
She'd recognize those features anywhere.
She hadn't seen this man in years, not since.
She got up, her excitement to see him again winning over her angry side. The last time she had seen him hadn't ended very well.
Rory appeared in the doorway to see him packing his things into the suitcase he came with. His back was turned to her so it gave her a few minutes to collect herself. "So I guess this is goodbye huh?" She tried to keep her voice steady.
Her voice caused him to turn around, with garment still in hand, "yeah, I guess."
Rory tried to keep the tears from falling, she said accusingly "so just like before."
He let out an exasperated sigh and threw the garment down into the suitcase and said in a soft voice, "Rory, you're not making this any easier."
Rory looked down at her feet, unable to look at the man before her, "when will I see you again?"
He silently shook his head. "I don't know"
She still kept her head down.
Silence.
"Rory?"
"Yeah," came a quiet voice.
"You know I love you right? And I always will, don't' forget that."
She strolled bravely towards the group and tapped the man on the shoulder.
Who will it be?
Come on, take a wild guess.
REVIEW PLEASE!
R A C H