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Rory was stuck on words again. Her mind drew a blank as she stared at the empty screen in front of her. She needed a new topic for this months column, something that would really catch the readers attention. And her boss's, who had again remarked on Rory's lack of enthusiasm in the past few months. But what to write about . . .
A knock sounded on her door causing Rory to snap her head up expectantly, "Come in."
A tiny blonde with black rimmed glasses peeked her head in, "Hey Rory, we're ordering lunch, want anything?"
Rory smiled, "Ham sandwich, coffee, chips and a chocolate ice cream cup please, Alice."
"I figured." Alice grinned and stepped into the office. "Oh and by the way, ass hole Ted wants to see you in his office in five."
"Why?" Rory raised her eyebrows. He wanted to see her again? Oh, this was not good.
Alice shrugged, "Who knows."
"You don't think . . ." Rory trailed off fearing the worst.
"He'll fire you? Hell no!" Alice shook her head. "You've had one mediocre column all the time you have worked here. That's been my life here, believe me you're fine."
A little relief flooded Rory's system but she still remained nervous, "Thanks Alice."
"No problem." She said. "Lunch'll be here in thirty," and she quietly left, shutting the door behind her.
Her heart rate a little higher than normal, Rory stood up to straighten her skirt and smooth out her hair. She walked to her office door and out through the hallway to her boss's office.
Tentatively she knocked on the door. A gruff, "Come in," sounded through the thick wooden door and Rory stepped into the office.
"Ah, Ms. Gilmore, please sit down." Ted Carre said with a welcoming tone. He had a blanched face that emphasized his sunken blue eyes which always had a look of pure determination in them, and his hair was a thin pure white. Rory always thought that he must have been a handsome young man, but had not aged so well.
"Hello Mr. Carre, Alice said you wanted to see me." She said with a hint of nervousness. And then she began to babble, "Listen I know I haven't been up to my usual strength lately and it showed in my last column but I know I'll do better in the next one. I've already started and it's coming along just fine, the words have just flown from my brain into my fingers and onto the computer. No worries, this time the column will be great. So there's really no reason to fire-"
But Mr. Carre interrupted her, "Ms. Gilmore." He said sternly. "I am in no mood for your rambling."
"Right, sir."
"And you should know that I had no intention of letting you go. None at all. You're one of the best writers on my staff and a hell of an editor." He paused there and stared at her hard, "I've only noticed that you haven't seemed as focused lately." She was about to protest when he held up his hand. "I've also noticed that you no longer wear an engagement ring. Yes, I do know the lives of my employees, if not, how could I employ them? So I realize that you've probably been going through a rough time in your life now, am I right?"
"Yes, sir." Rory said drearily looking down at the clasped hands in her lap.
"Well, Ms. Gilmore, I would like you to take that emotion that I can see building up inside of you and put it on paper! No excuses!" He said when he saw the look on her face. "I don't care if it's personal or not! You're an excellent write Ms. Gilmore, but you need a little more emotion in your writing. Spice it up a little, connect with your readers. Politics is all good and well, but sometimes the stuff that comes from the inside is even better." Mr. Carre's look softened and he said more gently, looking straight into her eyes, "I'm not telling you to depict your personal life, just write what's in your heart."
Rory stared at him in desperation. Write what's in her heart? But how?
He seemed to understand what she was thinking because he said, "Do it anyway you can."
Minutes later Rory was again sitting in front of her computer, but her hands remained motionless, her mind still blank. The white screen in front of her was mocking.
Write what's in your heart.
Had it really only been two months ago that she kissed him? Only two months ago that she realized how mush she still cared?
Did she want him to know? Did she want the whole world to know? He didn't want her anymore so why should she even bother?!
Write what's in your heart.
She knew exactly what was there, but that didn't mean she wanted him to know. Didn't mean she wanted to beg him to come back to her.
But oh God how she wanted to. She wanted to beg. She wanted to get down on her hands and knees and beg him to love her again.
*Flashback*
Her feet felt very heavy beneath her, dragging them along the sidewalk. What she needed right now was a cup of coffee. Desperately.
She jumped in surprise when she felt an arm hook itself around her neck. She looked up, "Jess!"
His lips covered hers for a moment, "How's it going?"
Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck, "Oh Jess . . ." She hid her head in his shoulder as he brought her into his embrace.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked pulling away, trying to get a good look at her face.
But she pushed herself further into his chest, "It's just been a really bad day."
"Chilton?"
"Yeah, and . . ."
"Your mom?"
"Yeah."
Jess sighed and looked away. "I hate this." He tightened his hold on her and buried his head into her hair.
"Me too."
"Maybe . . ."
The tone of his voice made Rory wrench herself away and stare up at him. "Don't even say it Jess."
"Rory, I hate being the cause of the fight between you and your mom!" His voice was full of pain.
"You don't even like my mom!"
"Yeah, but you do." Jess held her face in his hands. "And I love you."
Rory felt her face pale, she lost the feeling in her legs. They had simply turned to jelly. But she couldn't open her mouth to speak, it was glued shut, and she was lost staring into the deep depths of his eyes. How could she be so lucky to have found him? So lucky that he had chosen her over any other girl.
The kiss he gave her was long and sweet. His voice was husky when he said, "You don't have to say anything now. Just know that I do."
*Present*
Write what's in your heart.
He had been the first one to say the words aloud. The first one to utter those three words. And then five hours later she had come knocking on his door at one in the morning, until he came down clad in his boxers pulling a shirt over his head. And then when he had opened the door with a surprised look, she had thrown herself into his arms and whispered them too.
Now it was her turn to be the first.
Write what's in your heart.
She wished she knew how.
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Two weeks later . . .
Emily Gilmore did not like being left in the dark. But guess what? Here she was in the shadows and had been for two months. Well! Not anymore!
"Lorelai! You better tell me what's going on right now!" She clenched the phone tightly in her hand. "I sent that dinner party invitation to Ryan two weeks ago! Two weeks!"
A sigh came through the other end of the phone, "Mom, will you listen for just a second?"
"Did you hear me?! Two weeks! The dinner party is this Friday and I haven't heard back yet!" Emily paused for a moment to catch her breath and began to speak more calmly, "Now I know that's not like Ryan. So I would like to know what in God's name is going on."
"Mom! I get it , okay? Jeez, take it down a notch."
"Lorelai . . ." Emily said warningly.
"Okay, okay." Another sigh came from over the phone. "Rory wanted to keep it on the DL for awhile-"
"Excuse me?"
"What?"
"DL?"
"The down low mother."
"The down low?"
"Secret?"
"Oh, well proceed then."
"RoryandRyanbrokeitoff." Lorelai said as fast as she could.
"What?" All Emily managed to catch through Lorelai's rambling was Rory and Ryan.
"Okay, well my muffins are burning mom! I gotta go!"
"Lorelai Gilmore don't you dare hang up on me!" Emily nearly shouted.
"But my muffins . . ."
"Oh, don't give me that, you don't cook. Please."
"Sure I do, why just the other day I was making macaroni and cheese, granted it was from the box, and it did get stick to the bottom of the pan, but that's not the point, the point is-"
"Lorelai, stay on task."
"Well, you said I can't cook but I beg to differ."
"You can beg all you want, I want to know about Rory and Ryan damn't!"
"Mother!"
"What?"
"You-you just . . . SWORE."
"My vocabulary is just as extensive as yours thanks."
"Ugh, actually you didn't know what DL meant. So . . .no."
"Again Lorelai, back on task."
"Oh fine . . ." Lorelai said in exasperation. "Rory broke off the engagement with Ryan. So no wedding."
Emily gasped, "What? Rory did?"
"Weeeeelll . . .actually it was kinda mutual."
"How mutual?" Emily was still in a state of shock. And maybe a little relief. She really did like Jess better.
"Ryan said 'you have to make a choice' and Rory said 'Okay, I chose no!'" Lorelai said in a mock manly voice and then a sing song voice.
"Rory does not sound like that."
"She could if she wanted to."
It was Emily's turn to sigh heavily. "So she and Jess are together again?"
"Noooo."
"Really?" Said Emily, truly surprised.
"Ugh no, they're not."
"Well, it just seems to me that they're still in love, and I figured that was why Rory broke it off."
"Yeah, they are but they're both to out of it to see anything. I just don't want to push her mom, ya know? She's been through a lot."
"I think that she needs to get over this whole Ryan thing, she's obviously in love with Jess and I like him, so there it is. They need to get back together."
"Yes of course! Since you like him they definitely should!"
"Lorelai, please. I just don't see what the big deal is."
"Mom, listen there's more to the story that you don't know."
"Of course there is."
"Okay, I need to tell you something. I've kinda been putting it off for awhile." Lorelai's voice was dead serious.
Emily stopped to listen. This did not sound good. "What is it?" she asked sounding worried.
"Maybe we should do breakfast."
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Jess sat on the familiar stool, his back rid-rod straight. His eyes gleaming and alert, "When did this happen?"
Luke stood behind the counter, trying desperately to fix a toaster. "Damn thing." He struck it again with the screw diver.
"Luke!"
Luke's head snapped up, "What? Oh sorry. Bout two months ago."
"What? And you never told me? Well, thanks."
"I didn't know about it, jeez. Rory didn't want anyone to know for awhile, too upsetting I guess."
"Oh, I'm sure." Jess muttered sarcastically and then asked annoyed, "Why didn't you call me?"
"BECAUSE I didn't find out until today when Lorelai told me."
"Was she crying her eyes out?" Jess said scowling.
Luke pushed the toaster aside, defeated. "Actually, no. She didn't seem too upset about it. I think Lorelai knew that Rory never loved him."
"How do you know that?" Jess squirmed in his seat. He couldn't believe this was happening.
"Because I talk to her often."
Jess fought back a scream of frustration, "No, not that. How do you know that she never loved him?"
Luke looked at him, his eyebrows raised. "Anyone could have seen that."
Jess shrugged, "I didn't."
"That's because you never really saw them together. I saw you and Rory together plenty of times before the divorce." Luke shook his head, "She definitely didn't love him."
Jess's hands were sweating, his eyes felt hot and watery. What did this mean? What did this mean?!
After the long silence Luke finally said, "Why don't you just go to her?"
Jess started when Luke interrupted the silence. He looked up slowly, "I haven't talked to her since . . .Well, since I told her I didn't want to talk to her ever again."
"So?"
"So I have no idea what she's going through her mind right now. I don't know how she feels. I don't even know how I feel! And why would I want to be with her anyway?"
"Well, why wouldn't you?"
"Because she practically ruined my whole life when she told me she didn't love me." Jess paused and sighed. "And how do I know she still doesn't? How do I know I won't cause her the same guilt and sadness?"
Luke shrugged, "Life is about taking chances."
Jess shook his head sadly, "I don't want to go through that again. I've never been that depressed and lonely in my life. I can't do that again just when my life is starting to make sense once more."
"You once said that life couldn't make sense without Rory."
"That was a long time ago." Jess thought back to when he was young and naïve.
"It's worth a try."
Jess didn't answer because he didn't know how.
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Emily Gilmore sat in her living room with a glass of sherry in her hand. She felt very stiff, still in shock from this afternoon's lunch. She was sitting in her very lady like position on the sofa, one hand placed in her lap, the other around her sherry.
Her own granddaughter had been raped.
Raped.
She tried to wrap her mind around this word but it wouldn't stick. On the news the other night a girl had been raped and murdered. This book she had read two years ago, what was it called? "Lucky". The author/main character had been raped. There was this T.V show she used to watch, one of the characters had been raped. It's not as though she had never heard the word before. It's not as though she didn't know what it meant.
It's just that before it hadn't been real.
Her granddaughter, Rory Mariano, had been raped. It was funny how she still thought of her as Jess' wife. Perhaps it was because of all those invitation she used to make, neatly writing out the words Mr. and Mrs. Mariano, trying earnestly to reunite mother and daughter. Perhaps it was because she had been away for so many years, the divorce had never really hit her.
Her granddaughter had been . . .raped?
She felt her back collapse beneath her. The glass of sherry fell to the floor staining the carpet a deep red. Her hands flew to her face as she wept soft tears. And she wished desperately for her husband.
***
Later on in the evening Emily had managed to control herself. She was standing in front of an oil painting letting her gaze slide over his already well memorized face.
"Oh Richard," she whispered softly, "you would have known what to do."
She could picture his reaction perfectly. First would come his rough indignation, he would throw a glass of scotch across the room in a terrible rage demanding repercussions. He would stomp around the house calling up lawyers and detectives he knew, screaming over the phone in all his passion. And then, finally beaten, he would slump down, letting the tears come and slide across his face murmuring words about how he had failed as a grandfather.
She had felt the same way when Lorelai told her at her house. At the last minute Lorelai had changed plans from going out to breakfast to meeting at her house to make it. Emily of course had been annoyed at the hasty change in plans. But now she understood. Lorelai hadn't wanted everyone to see her break down like that, screaming in rage for the pain that had been inflicted on her only daughter.
Emily was so glad they had made up.
And that article . . .one more reunion needed-HAD to be made. Lorelai had brought it out after the first story to show Emily. With that her suspicions were confirmed. Someone needed to smack those two across the head and give them a good scolding.
Turning away from the picture she wondered again what to do. And again she thought 'Richard would have known'. But Richard was not here, and never could be again. Sometimes she missed him so much her whole body ached.
And then suddenly she realized exactly what she must do. How could she have not seen this before? The answer was so obvious! It made complete sense.
Full of mixed emotions at what she was about to do Emily forgot to smooth her skirt and reapply her make up. She instead quickly grabbed her hand bag and raced out the door.
Emily Gilmore was on a mission.
AN: Hope you liked it! Review please!
I was just wondering if anyone knows what is going on with Milo Ventimiglia's new show. I heard it was cancelled and I am very upset, but I'm still hoping that this rumor is untrue. So if anyone has any information at all please let me know! Thanks.
I am so mad that they changed my pen name, I was doing just find with Kay, and they had to change it to Kay9. Ugh, that pisses me off so much. Sorry, I'm just venting now. Review!
~Kay (not Kay9)
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Rory was stuck on words again. Her mind drew a blank as she stared at the empty screen in front of her. She needed a new topic for this months column, something that would really catch the readers attention. And her boss's, who had again remarked on Rory's lack of enthusiasm in the past few months. But what to write about . . .
A knock sounded on her door causing Rory to snap her head up expectantly, "Come in."
A tiny blonde with black rimmed glasses peeked her head in, "Hey Rory, we're ordering lunch, want anything?"
Rory smiled, "Ham sandwich, coffee, chips and a chocolate ice cream cup please, Alice."
"I figured." Alice grinned and stepped into the office. "Oh and by the way, ass hole Ted wants to see you in his office in five."
"Why?" Rory raised her eyebrows. He wanted to see her again? Oh, this was not good.
Alice shrugged, "Who knows."
"You don't think . . ." Rory trailed off fearing the worst.
"He'll fire you? Hell no!" Alice shook her head. "You've had one mediocre column all the time you have worked here. That's been my life here, believe me you're fine."
A little relief flooded Rory's system but she still remained nervous, "Thanks Alice."
"No problem." She said. "Lunch'll be here in thirty," and she quietly left, shutting the door behind her.
Her heart rate a little higher than normal, Rory stood up to straighten her skirt and smooth out her hair. She walked to her office door and out through the hallway to her boss's office.
Tentatively she knocked on the door. A gruff, "Come in," sounded through the thick wooden door and Rory stepped into the office.
"Ah, Ms. Gilmore, please sit down." Ted Carre said with a welcoming tone. He had a blanched face that emphasized his sunken blue eyes which always had a look of pure determination in them, and his hair was a thin pure white. Rory always thought that he must have been a handsome young man, but had not aged so well.
"Hello Mr. Carre, Alice said you wanted to see me." She said with a hint of nervousness. And then she began to babble, "Listen I know I haven't been up to my usual strength lately and it showed in my last column but I know I'll do better in the next one. I've already started and it's coming along just fine, the words have just flown from my brain into my fingers and onto the computer. No worries, this time the column will be great. So there's really no reason to fire-"
But Mr. Carre interrupted her, "Ms. Gilmore." He said sternly. "I am in no mood for your rambling."
"Right, sir."
"And you should know that I had no intention of letting you go. None at all. You're one of the best writers on my staff and a hell of an editor." He paused there and stared at her hard, "I've only noticed that you haven't seemed as focused lately." She was about to protest when he held up his hand. "I've also noticed that you no longer wear an engagement ring. Yes, I do know the lives of my employees, if not, how could I employ them? So I realize that you've probably been going through a rough time in your life now, am I right?"
"Yes, sir." Rory said drearily looking down at the clasped hands in her lap.
"Well, Ms. Gilmore, I would like you to take that emotion that I can see building up inside of you and put it on paper! No excuses!" He said when he saw the look on her face. "I don't care if it's personal or not! You're an excellent write Ms. Gilmore, but you need a little more emotion in your writing. Spice it up a little, connect with your readers. Politics is all good and well, but sometimes the stuff that comes from the inside is even better." Mr. Carre's look softened and he said more gently, looking straight into her eyes, "I'm not telling you to depict your personal life, just write what's in your heart."
Rory stared at him in desperation. Write what's in her heart? But how?
He seemed to understand what she was thinking because he said, "Do it anyway you can."
Minutes later Rory was again sitting in front of her computer, but her hands remained motionless, her mind still blank. The white screen in front of her was mocking.
Write what's in your heart.
Had it really only been two months ago that she kissed him? Only two months ago that she realized how mush she still cared?
Did she want him to know? Did she want the whole world to know? He didn't want her anymore so why should she even bother?!
Write what's in your heart.
She knew exactly what was there, but that didn't mean she wanted him to know. Didn't mean she wanted to beg him to come back to her.
But oh God how she wanted to. She wanted to beg. She wanted to get down on her hands and knees and beg him to love her again.
*Flashback*
Her feet felt very heavy beneath her, dragging them along the sidewalk. What she needed right now was a cup of coffee. Desperately.
She jumped in surprise when she felt an arm hook itself around her neck. She looked up, "Jess!"
His lips covered hers for a moment, "How's it going?"
Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck, "Oh Jess . . ." She hid her head in his shoulder as he brought her into his embrace.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked pulling away, trying to get a good look at her face.
But she pushed herself further into his chest, "It's just been a really bad day."
"Chilton?"
"Yeah, and . . ."
"Your mom?"
"Yeah."
Jess sighed and looked away. "I hate this." He tightened his hold on her and buried his head into her hair.
"Me too."
"Maybe . . ."
The tone of his voice made Rory wrench herself away and stare up at him. "Don't even say it Jess."
"Rory, I hate being the cause of the fight between you and your mom!" His voice was full of pain.
"You don't even like my mom!"
"Yeah, but you do." Jess held her face in his hands. "And I love you."
Rory felt her face pale, she lost the feeling in her legs. They had simply turned to jelly. But she couldn't open her mouth to speak, it was glued shut, and she was lost staring into the deep depths of his eyes. How could she be so lucky to have found him? So lucky that he had chosen her over any other girl.
The kiss he gave her was long and sweet. His voice was husky when he said, "You don't have to say anything now. Just know that I do."
*Present*
Write what's in your heart.
He had been the first one to say the words aloud. The first one to utter those three words. And then five hours later she had come knocking on his door at one in the morning, until he came down clad in his boxers pulling a shirt over his head. And then when he had opened the door with a surprised look, she had thrown herself into his arms and whispered them too.
Now it was her turn to be the first.
Write what's in your heart.
She wished she knew how.
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Two weeks later . . .
Emily Gilmore did not like being left in the dark. But guess what? Here she was in the shadows and had been for two months. Well! Not anymore!
"Lorelai! You better tell me what's going on right now!" She clenched the phone tightly in her hand. "I sent that dinner party invitation to Ryan two weeks ago! Two weeks!"
A sigh came through the other end of the phone, "Mom, will you listen for just a second?"
"Did you hear me?! Two weeks! The dinner party is this Friday and I haven't heard back yet!" Emily paused for a moment to catch her breath and began to speak more calmly, "Now I know that's not like Ryan. So I would like to know what in God's name is going on."
"Mom! I get it , okay? Jeez, take it down a notch."
"Lorelai . . ." Emily said warningly.
"Okay, okay." Another sigh came from over the phone. "Rory wanted to keep it on the DL for awhile-"
"Excuse me?"
"What?"
"DL?"
"The down low mother."
"The down low?"
"Secret?"
"Oh, well proceed then."
"RoryandRyanbrokeitoff." Lorelai said as fast as she could.
"What?" All Emily managed to catch through Lorelai's rambling was Rory and Ryan.
"Okay, well my muffins are burning mom! I gotta go!"
"Lorelai Gilmore don't you dare hang up on me!" Emily nearly shouted.
"But my muffins . . ."
"Oh, don't give me that, you don't cook. Please."
"Sure I do, why just the other day I was making macaroni and cheese, granted it was from the box, and it did get stick to the bottom of the pan, but that's not the point, the point is-"
"Lorelai, stay on task."
"Well, you said I can't cook but I beg to differ."
"You can beg all you want, I want to know about Rory and Ryan damn't!"
"Mother!"
"What?"
"You-you just . . . SWORE."
"My vocabulary is just as extensive as yours thanks."
"Ugh, actually you didn't know what DL meant. So . . .no."
"Again Lorelai, back on task."
"Oh fine . . ." Lorelai said in exasperation. "Rory broke off the engagement with Ryan. So no wedding."
Emily gasped, "What? Rory did?"
"Weeeeelll . . .actually it was kinda mutual."
"How mutual?" Emily was still in a state of shock. And maybe a little relief. She really did like Jess better.
"Ryan said 'you have to make a choice' and Rory said 'Okay, I chose no!'" Lorelai said in a mock manly voice and then a sing song voice.
"Rory does not sound like that."
"She could if she wanted to."
It was Emily's turn to sigh heavily. "So she and Jess are together again?"
"Noooo."
"Really?" Said Emily, truly surprised.
"Ugh no, they're not."
"Well, it just seems to me that they're still in love, and I figured that was why Rory broke it off."
"Yeah, they are but they're both to out of it to see anything. I just don't want to push her mom, ya know? She's been through a lot."
"I think that she needs to get over this whole Ryan thing, she's obviously in love with Jess and I like him, so there it is. They need to get back together."
"Yes of course! Since you like him they definitely should!"
"Lorelai, please. I just don't see what the big deal is."
"Mom, listen there's more to the story that you don't know."
"Of course there is."
"Okay, I need to tell you something. I've kinda been putting it off for awhile." Lorelai's voice was dead serious.
Emily stopped to listen. This did not sound good. "What is it?" she asked sounding worried.
"Maybe we should do breakfast."
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Jess sat on the familiar stool, his back rid-rod straight. His eyes gleaming and alert, "When did this happen?"
Luke stood behind the counter, trying desperately to fix a toaster. "Damn thing." He struck it again with the screw diver.
"Luke!"
Luke's head snapped up, "What? Oh sorry. Bout two months ago."
"What? And you never told me? Well, thanks."
"I didn't know about it, jeez. Rory didn't want anyone to know for awhile, too upsetting I guess."
"Oh, I'm sure." Jess muttered sarcastically and then asked annoyed, "Why didn't you call me?"
"BECAUSE I didn't find out until today when Lorelai told me."
"Was she crying her eyes out?" Jess said scowling.
Luke pushed the toaster aside, defeated. "Actually, no. She didn't seem too upset about it. I think Lorelai knew that Rory never loved him."
"How do you know that?" Jess squirmed in his seat. He couldn't believe this was happening.
"Because I talk to her often."
Jess fought back a scream of frustration, "No, not that. How do you know that she never loved him?"
Luke looked at him, his eyebrows raised. "Anyone could have seen that."
Jess shrugged, "I didn't."
"That's because you never really saw them together. I saw you and Rory together plenty of times before the divorce." Luke shook his head, "She definitely didn't love him."
Jess's hands were sweating, his eyes felt hot and watery. What did this mean? What did this mean?!
After the long silence Luke finally said, "Why don't you just go to her?"
Jess started when Luke interrupted the silence. He looked up slowly, "I haven't talked to her since . . .Well, since I told her I didn't want to talk to her ever again."
"So?"
"So I have no idea what she's going through her mind right now. I don't know how she feels. I don't even know how I feel! And why would I want to be with her anyway?"
"Well, why wouldn't you?"
"Because she practically ruined my whole life when she told me she didn't love me." Jess paused and sighed. "And how do I know she still doesn't? How do I know I won't cause her the same guilt and sadness?"
Luke shrugged, "Life is about taking chances."
Jess shook his head sadly, "I don't want to go through that again. I've never been that depressed and lonely in my life. I can't do that again just when my life is starting to make sense once more."
"You once said that life couldn't make sense without Rory."
"That was a long time ago." Jess thought back to when he was young and naïve.
"It's worth a try."
Jess didn't answer because he didn't know how.
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Emily Gilmore sat in her living room with a glass of sherry in her hand. She felt very stiff, still in shock from this afternoon's lunch. She was sitting in her very lady like position on the sofa, one hand placed in her lap, the other around her sherry.
Her own granddaughter had been raped.
Raped.
She tried to wrap her mind around this word but it wouldn't stick. On the news the other night a girl had been raped and murdered. This book she had read two years ago, what was it called? "Lucky". The author/main character had been raped. There was this T.V show she used to watch, one of the characters had been raped. It's not as though she had never heard the word before. It's not as though she didn't know what it meant.
It's just that before it hadn't been real.
Her granddaughter, Rory Mariano, had been raped. It was funny how she still thought of her as Jess' wife. Perhaps it was because of all those invitation she used to make, neatly writing out the words Mr. and Mrs. Mariano, trying earnestly to reunite mother and daughter. Perhaps it was because she had been away for so many years, the divorce had never really hit her.
Her granddaughter had been . . .raped?
She felt her back collapse beneath her. The glass of sherry fell to the floor staining the carpet a deep red. Her hands flew to her face as she wept soft tears. And she wished desperately for her husband.
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Later on in the evening Emily had managed to control herself. She was standing in front of an oil painting letting her gaze slide over his already well memorized face.
"Oh Richard," she whispered softly, "you would have known what to do."
She could picture his reaction perfectly. First would come his rough indignation, he would throw a glass of scotch across the room in a terrible rage demanding repercussions. He would stomp around the house calling up lawyers and detectives he knew, screaming over the phone in all his passion. And then, finally beaten, he would slump down, letting the tears come and slide across his face murmuring words about how he had failed as a grandfather.
She had felt the same way when Lorelai told her at her house. At the last minute Lorelai had changed plans from going out to breakfast to meeting at her house to make it. Emily of course had been annoyed at the hasty change in plans. But now she understood. Lorelai hadn't wanted everyone to see her break down like that, screaming in rage for the pain that had been inflicted on her only daughter.
Emily was so glad they had made up.
And that article . . .one more reunion needed-HAD to be made. Lorelai had brought it out after the first story to show Emily. With that her suspicions were confirmed. Someone needed to smack those two across the head and give them a good scolding.
Turning away from the picture she wondered again what to do. And again she thought 'Richard would have known'. But Richard was not here, and never could be again. Sometimes she missed him so much her whole body ached.
And then suddenly she realized exactly what she must do. How could she have not seen this before? The answer was so obvious! It made complete sense.
Full of mixed emotions at what she was about to do Emily forgot to smooth her skirt and reapply her make up. She instead quickly grabbed her hand bag and raced out the door.
Emily Gilmore was on a mission.
AN: Hope you liked it! Review please!
I was just wondering if anyone knows what is going on with Milo Ventimiglia's new show. I heard it was cancelled and I am very upset, but I'm still hoping that this rumor is untrue. So if anyone has any information at all please let me know! Thanks.
I am so mad that they changed my pen name, I was doing just find with Kay, and they had to change it to Kay9. Ugh, that pisses me off so much. Sorry, I'm just venting now. Review!
~Kay (not Kay9)
