AN. Ok, be prepared for a very very long author's note. I apologize, but
there is some stuff that needs to be said.
First and foremost. It has been brought to my attention that I have failed
to give proper credit to those who are writing this story with me. And I
would like to take the time out to credit them.
Stew Pid. She is an amaising writer. For this fic, she is not only keeping me sane (that's a full time job) but she is writing the majority of the Lorelai/Rory and the Town stuff.
Taylor. She was my original co-writer for "Code of Silence" and she is still here working on the sequel. She is so instrumental, because much of what I write, I do so in script format. So Taylor helps narrate my dialogue and actions. She's incredible and I owe so much to her.
Little Miss Aly. She is without a doubt one of the most talented and phomimal writers that I have ever had the pleasure of working with. She is not only the best smut writer I have ever read, but also every piece I've ever read by her, has affected me in some way. And I am continually in awe of her. And despite all the hardships that she is going through, she has still managed to find time to help me out with this story. Aly is irreplaceable. She knows these characters and my vision for them better then anyone and without her, I'd be lost.
To the three of you, I owe everything too. Everyday I am astounded by your faith, support, talent and friendship.
ok, on to part 2. This story is not an easy thing to write. So, I have decided that I have to change my posting strategy. So, here's my plan. I am going to write in chunks and post the same way. So there may be a lot of time in between posting, but I assure you, when it is post, it is going to be the best that it can be. ok, so that's it for now. chapter 8 will be up as soon as it is ready. (oh. I have a friend who posts under the name lafsalot. She writes original fiction, and she is talented beyond words. Please, please go and check out her work. Let her know she's not wasting her life writing. She has more natural talent then almost anyone I know-she's certainly better then me, and I would consider it a person favor if you all would read and review her work. You'll thank me, she's amaising). read and review, please.
Chapter 7
Rory was returning home with Lane from a girl's day on the town. After exhausting the small-talk possibilities of '80s music and Ian McKellan movies, they had moved on to heavier matters... matters that Rory was not exactly eager to discuss.
"It's a good thing. They're his best friends," Rory said decisively.
"That they are."
"It's healthy for a relationship. That way, we have social lives separate from each other."
"Right."
"I mean, I guess it's a little weird in Bree's case, considering their history and all." The armor of her defense began to give way, easily revealing the insecurity beneath.
"Very true," Lane said noncommittally.
"But they're really just friends now. No sense digging up buried bones, right?" Rory said hopefully.
"Right," Lane said... but not convincingly.
"So this is a good thing. They're his best friends. He needs more friends around."
"Yes. Definitely. You're totally right.... You *sure* you don't want me to hate her?"
"No. Of course not. Anyway, I have nothing to worry about," she declared loftily, resuming her disguise of security and confidence.
Lane wasn't so sure, but acceded to her friend's silent plea for support.
"Well, I think it's great that you can be so mature about this."
"It's not a big deal," Rory reiterated, still more trying to convince herself more than Lane.
"Yeah. Fine. Listen, I gotta go. Bible Study."
"All right. See you around then."
"I'll call you."
"Okay."
Lane left Rory at the front steps of her house and Rory proceeded inside.
As she closed the door behind her, she smiled, took an easy breath, and enjoyed the silence where she didn't have to explain or defend or convince... before she realized how abnormal that silence was. Her mother - who was nothing if not the blood-enemy of silence - should have been home.
"Mom?" she called out.
"Kitchen!" was the answer. _If her mouth isn't occupied with talking,
it's occupied with food,_ Rory thought wryly, following the echo to its source.
"Hey, babe," Lorelai greeted cheerfully through the cookie in her mouth.
"Did you guys clear out the music store or something?" she added, gesturing at the huge bag of CDs Rory carried.
"It was all Lane. I had nothing to do with it. I just watched. We split the booty after."
"Booty?"
"Such a great word, don't you think?"
"Well, let's see, split the booty, spank the booty, shake the booty. Nope. Never sounds like a great word."
"That's because your mind has been adulterated by modern associations."
"Well, whatever it is, here in Stars Hollow, once you split the booty, we call that aiding and abetting," Lorelai said in a quasi-Southern accent.
"I'll try to remember that, Deputy Sheriff."
"Yeah, well, I'll let you off this time 'cause you've got a sweet face, kid."
"I get it from my mom," Rory said sweetly, batting her eyes.
"Now *that*, my friend, just earned you the right to weasel juicy information out of me."
"I always have that right."
"But I always have the right to remain silent."
"A right you so rarely exercise."
"So do you want to know the news or what?"
"Sure." Rory shrugged, feigning indifference... if only to irk her mother.
"It's really juicy," Lorelai teased.
"Really?" Rory kept up the 'I couldn't care less' act.
"It's going to make you squirm," Lorelai wheedled desperately.
"Squirm? Really? That big, huh?"
"Oh, it's big," she assured.
"So, when are you going to tell me what it is?"
"When you act more like you really want to know!" Lorelai admitted, exasperated.
"How do I know if I want to know when I don't know what it is I might want to know?"
Her mother blinked at that. "*What*?"
"Yeah. I don't know myself. Could you just say it already?"
Lorelai sighed, mentally awarding this round to her daughter. "A little bird told me you're going to have a new classmate."
"At Chilton? Who told you this? Miss Cleo?"
"Nope. I heard it straight from the horse's mouth."
"How did we go from a little bird to a horse? Evolution doesn't even explain that."
"Hey, Darwin, aren't you curious to know who's going to be the new classmate?"
"I'll find out eventually." Rory shrugged, with the *full* intention of stealing her mother's joy in having exclusive gossip.
"Boy, this wasn't fun at all."
"Then I hope you've learned your lesson. Now, please-please-pretty-please tell me who's going to be my new classmate!" Rory pleaded; she'd held out long enough to make her point, and to heck with resolve, she wanted to *know*!
"Now, *this* is fun. Hmm, let me think. I forget the name."
"Mom!"
"It's someone you know, though."
"Really well or see-them-around-here-and-there well?"
"Pretty well."
"It can't be Lane; Lane would have told me. Jess, likewise. Dean's gone.
It's not Dean, is it?"
"No."
"Hmm. I don't know that many people... *Oh*." Rory's voice went suddenly dull.
"By George, I think she's got it."
"Bree?"
"Bingo. Tell her what she's won, Bob? A fun senior year."
"Wow. When did all this happen?"
"Today. Turns out the girl's from money. She cut herself off before - and believe me, I don't blame her. But now she moved here and needed money so she tied herself back on... on the condition that she now has to go to a preppy private school to make Daddy proud when he shows off Mary Jane to his
friends. I feel for her."
"Hey, *I* go to that preppy private school," Rory said defensively.
"But it's different with you, sweetie." Lorelai passed a gentle hand through her daughter's hair.
"Yeah, I guess. Well, this is going to be great!" the youngest Gilmore chirped, trying to force a smile.
"Huh?"
"Yeah. At least she'll have someone she knows. I hear it makes the whole adjusting period easier. And I'm sure Headmaster Charleston would be glad to see me interacting with other students."
"The key word there being 'other'," Lorelai noted.
"No; this is a *good* thing."
"Uh-huh. Now tell me what you *really* think."
Rory answered that by collapsing into a seat at the table, burying her face in her hands, and letting out a long moan. "I can't escape her. She's invading my entire world!"
"You still have me," Lorelai said brightly, trying to offer *some* consolation. "I'm Bree-free. Wow. That rhymes."
"Freakishly," her daughter nodded, not looking up.
"For what it's worth, hun, I doubt she'll be there long."
"No. I don't want to think that way. It's a good thing. Everything's going to be fine. This is going to be a grea... fu... interesting year. I'm looking forward to it." She raised her head, forced a smile too bright to be genuine, grabbed a cookie and bit into it resolutely.
Lorelai smiled sympathetically and returned to her cookies.
Next time..... Sorry, there is no preview for chapter 8, it's not ready. But it's my favorite chapter (I wrote and narrated the dialogue all by my lonesome. Aly is doing the first part of it, it's what she does best). In a few words, expect a flashback, and the Jess/Luke convo that many (cough, Moswen, cough) have been waiting for.
Stew Pid. She is an amaising writer. For this fic, she is not only keeping me sane (that's a full time job) but she is writing the majority of the Lorelai/Rory and the Town stuff.
Taylor. She was my original co-writer for "Code of Silence" and she is still here working on the sequel. She is so instrumental, because much of what I write, I do so in script format. So Taylor helps narrate my dialogue and actions. She's incredible and I owe so much to her.
Little Miss Aly. She is without a doubt one of the most talented and phomimal writers that I have ever had the pleasure of working with. She is not only the best smut writer I have ever read, but also every piece I've ever read by her, has affected me in some way. And I am continually in awe of her. And despite all the hardships that she is going through, she has still managed to find time to help me out with this story. Aly is irreplaceable. She knows these characters and my vision for them better then anyone and without her, I'd be lost.
To the three of you, I owe everything too. Everyday I am astounded by your faith, support, talent and friendship.
ok, on to part 2. This story is not an easy thing to write. So, I have decided that I have to change my posting strategy. So, here's my plan. I am going to write in chunks and post the same way. So there may be a lot of time in between posting, but I assure you, when it is post, it is going to be the best that it can be. ok, so that's it for now. chapter 8 will be up as soon as it is ready. (oh. I have a friend who posts under the name lafsalot. She writes original fiction, and she is talented beyond words. Please, please go and check out her work. Let her know she's not wasting her life writing. She has more natural talent then almost anyone I know-she's certainly better then me, and I would consider it a person favor if you all would read and review her work. You'll thank me, she's amaising). read and review, please.
Chapter 7
Rory was returning home with Lane from a girl's day on the town. After exhausting the small-talk possibilities of '80s music and Ian McKellan movies, they had moved on to heavier matters... matters that Rory was not exactly eager to discuss.
"It's a good thing. They're his best friends," Rory said decisively.
"That they are."
"It's healthy for a relationship. That way, we have social lives separate from each other."
"Right."
"I mean, I guess it's a little weird in Bree's case, considering their history and all." The armor of her defense began to give way, easily revealing the insecurity beneath.
"Very true," Lane said noncommittally.
"But they're really just friends now. No sense digging up buried bones, right?" Rory said hopefully.
"Right," Lane said... but not convincingly.
"So this is a good thing. They're his best friends. He needs more friends around."
"Yes. Definitely. You're totally right.... You *sure* you don't want me to hate her?"
"No. Of course not. Anyway, I have nothing to worry about," she declared loftily, resuming her disguise of security and confidence.
Lane wasn't so sure, but acceded to her friend's silent plea for support.
"Well, I think it's great that you can be so mature about this."
"It's not a big deal," Rory reiterated, still more trying to convince herself more than Lane.
"Yeah. Fine. Listen, I gotta go. Bible Study."
"All right. See you around then."
"I'll call you."
"Okay."
Lane left Rory at the front steps of her house and Rory proceeded inside.
As she closed the door behind her, she smiled, took an easy breath, and enjoyed the silence where she didn't have to explain or defend or convince... before she realized how abnormal that silence was. Her mother - who was nothing if not the blood-enemy of silence - should have been home.
"Mom?" she called out.
"Kitchen!" was the answer. _If her mouth isn't occupied with talking,
it's occupied with food,_ Rory thought wryly, following the echo to its source.
"Hey, babe," Lorelai greeted cheerfully through the cookie in her mouth.
"Did you guys clear out the music store or something?" she added, gesturing at the huge bag of CDs Rory carried.
"It was all Lane. I had nothing to do with it. I just watched. We split the booty after."
"Booty?"
"Such a great word, don't you think?"
"Well, let's see, split the booty, spank the booty, shake the booty. Nope. Never sounds like a great word."
"That's because your mind has been adulterated by modern associations."
"Well, whatever it is, here in Stars Hollow, once you split the booty, we call that aiding and abetting," Lorelai said in a quasi-Southern accent.
"I'll try to remember that, Deputy Sheriff."
"Yeah, well, I'll let you off this time 'cause you've got a sweet face, kid."
"I get it from my mom," Rory said sweetly, batting her eyes.
"Now *that*, my friend, just earned you the right to weasel juicy information out of me."
"I always have that right."
"But I always have the right to remain silent."
"A right you so rarely exercise."
"So do you want to know the news or what?"
"Sure." Rory shrugged, feigning indifference... if only to irk her mother.
"It's really juicy," Lorelai teased.
"Really?" Rory kept up the 'I couldn't care less' act.
"It's going to make you squirm," Lorelai wheedled desperately.
"Squirm? Really? That big, huh?"
"Oh, it's big," she assured.
"So, when are you going to tell me what it is?"
"When you act more like you really want to know!" Lorelai admitted, exasperated.
"How do I know if I want to know when I don't know what it is I might want to know?"
Her mother blinked at that. "*What*?"
"Yeah. I don't know myself. Could you just say it already?"
Lorelai sighed, mentally awarding this round to her daughter. "A little bird told me you're going to have a new classmate."
"At Chilton? Who told you this? Miss Cleo?"
"Nope. I heard it straight from the horse's mouth."
"How did we go from a little bird to a horse? Evolution doesn't even explain that."
"Hey, Darwin, aren't you curious to know who's going to be the new classmate?"
"I'll find out eventually." Rory shrugged, with the *full* intention of stealing her mother's joy in having exclusive gossip.
"Boy, this wasn't fun at all."
"Then I hope you've learned your lesson. Now, please-please-pretty-please tell me who's going to be my new classmate!" Rory pleaded; she'd held out long enough to make her point, and to heck with resolve, she wanted to *know*!
"Now, *this* is fun. Hmm, let me think. I forget the name."
"Mom!"
"It's someone you know, though."
"Really well or see-them-around-here-and-there well?"
"Pretty well."
"It can't be Lane; Lane would have told me. Jess, likewise. Dean's gone.
It's not Dean, is it?"
"No."
"Hmm. I don't know that many people... *Oh*." Rory's voice went suddenly dull.
"By George, I think she's got it."
"Bree?"
"Bingo. Tell her what she's won, Bob? A fun senior year."
"Wow. When did all this happen?"
"Today. Turns out the girl's from money. She cut herself off before - and believe me, I don't blame her. But now she moved here and needed money so she tied herself back on... on the condition that she now has to go to a preppy private school to make Daddy proud when he shows off Mary Jane to his
friends. I feel for her."
"Hey, *I* go to that preppy private school," Rory said defensively.
"But it's different with you, sweetie." Lorelai passed a gentle hand through her daughter's hair.
"Yeah, I guess. Well, this is going to be great!" the youngest Gilmore chirped, trying to force a smile.
"Huh?"
"Yeah. At least she'll have someone she knows. I hear it makes the whole adjusting period easier. And I'm sure Headmaster Charleston would be glad to see me interacting with other students."
"The key word there being 'other'," Lorelai noted.
"No; this is a *good* thing."
"Uh-huh. Now tell me what you *really* think."
Rory answered that by collapsing into a seat at the table, burying her face in her hands, and letting out a long moan. "I can't escape her. She's invading my entire world!"
"You still have me," Lorelai said brightly, trying to offer *some* consolation. "I'm Bree-free. Wow. That rhymes."
"Freakishly," her daughter nodded, not looking up.
"For what it's worth, hun, I doubt she'll be there long."
"No. I don't want to think that way. It's a good thing. Everything's going to be fine. This is going to be a grea... fu... interesting year. I'm looking forward to it." She raised her head, forced a smile too bright to be genuine, grabbed a cookie and bit into it resolutely.
Lorelai smiled sympathetically and returned to her cookies.
Next time..... Sorry, there is no preview for chapter 8, it's not ready. But it's my favorite chapter (I wrote and narrated the dialogue all by my lonesome. Aly is doing the first part of it, it's what she does best). In a few words, expect a flashback, and the Jess/Luke convo that many (cough, Moswen, cough) have been waiting for.