PP6: Stigmatized
"Babe," Rory heard as she came out of her mist-covered mind. Her eyes were fluttering open, a cloth was placed on her hand and she felt her mother trying to force a straw in between her lips.
Rory held out her hand waiting for the aspirin to be dropped into it, as it was last night. She heard a small cough, thinking it was Janlan she ignored it, until she heard the voice following it.
"She wants some aspirin." The voice, His voice, told her mother.
She could hear the shrill mocking tone in her mother's voice, "How do you know?" she asked.
A moment passed and Rory felt her mother place some pills into her hand. Tristan did not answer her mother. Raising the caplets to her mouth she placed them inside and took a slurp of the water her mother gave her.
A few moments later, the ringing in her ears and the throb in her head resided a bit and she fully opened her eyes. Rising her head she looked right to the direction in which she heard his voice. No one was there. Rory looked to Lorelai who was patting down her daughter's hair and offering more water.
Rory refused with a nod of her head. "Where is he?"
"Janlan went to seek out a doctor. They still do house calls, isn't that cool?" Lorelai said, trying to lighten the moment.
"Yes, that is wonderful mom. Spectacular really, but where is Tristan?"
Lorelai crossed her eyes and looked to the door, she let out a sigh and turned back to her daughter. "He was just here." She shrugged her shoulders.
"He hates me." Rory complained.
"How could he? No one hates you. You're like a teddy bear; the gummy kind you eat. "
Lorelai sympathized. "You are all sugary and delicious. Of course he doesn't hate you, only an idiot would hate you."
"I'm an idiot." Rory taunted herself.
"No, no you're not. You are a sugary teddy bear." Lorelai argued.
"I called him, Jess," Rory told her mother, receiving an odd look she continued, "I fainted..."
"Yes, yes you did. You should rest, babe, get some sleep."
Rory laughed inwardly, wondering if she would ever be able to tell her mother. "Okay, mom."
Lorelai exited from her daughter's room after hearing soft and peaceful breaths coming from her daughter.
She turned from the door, going to bring the water down to the kitchen and maybe get herself something to eat, but she tripped over Tristan and let the water splatter over them both. "I'm all wet!" she cried out.
Tristan tried not to laugh at the situation; Lorelai seeing this gave him the evil eye. "You sick, sick little man!" Tristan was not even thinking of the sexual reference that Lorelai thought he was laughing at, he was just giggling at the situation.
"I in no way was laughing or referring to that...wet. I, uh, just thought it was, uh, funny," he mumbled making a mockery out of the English language. "I'm going to shut up now," he told her as she giggled and told him that it was a good idea.
"What were you doing there, with the leaning thing?" Lorelai questioned later after making it to the kitchen and dry off a bit.
Tristan pondered what to say, "Just wanted to give you your space." He told her.
"So, while you leaning there, I guess you heard her asking for you."
"Yeah." he replied simply.
"Why didn't you come in?" she asked and quickly injected, "Aside from the whole giving us space thing."
"Because I'm an idiot."
"I agree."
"Well, we both being in agreement and all, may I ask you a question?" Tristan asked a question in question of asking another question.
Lorelai laughed, "Guess so."
"Who is Jess?" Tristan blurt out with no restraint.
"You are very forward." Lorelai observed.
"Is there a reason not to be?" Tristan retorted.
"Yes, there is. He was a boyfriend of Rory's." Lorelai answered only matter-of-factly, hoping to get more out of him.
"Oh?" Was all Tristan said in return.
So Lorelai batted him a little more. "He was kinda like you... Or you are kinda like him. Either way."
"Oh," was once again all she got out of him. His face slumped a bit more than it was previously.
"Okay, now tell me something."
"It is only fair to do so, okay shoot." Tristan leaned against the counter.
Lorelai mimicked him, "Why do you ask?"
Tristan swallowed, "'Cause I kissed her, and my name suddenly changed from Tristan to Jess."
Lorelai bit her lip and nodded her head. "Sorry."
Tristan laughed a faint laugh, "Well, at least she didn't cry again."
The sarcasm dripped from his voice, as did the tears from his eyes. Lorelai crinkled her nose and gave him a wink, "Give her a bit."
Looking at the mother of the girl he had kissed not twelve hours ago, he returned her wink with a smile. "Okay."
PP7: Sweet dreams.
Rory awoke, shocked at the intensity of her own dream. The vision that played in her head was as hot as a dream could get. The plot bounced from scene to scene as if it were a collage or a quilt pattern. One moment Rory would bear witness to a serene display of whispered love. The next vision would be of a heated quarrel, an argument of gigantic proportions.
It went on like that, one good, one bad, another crazy, and the last bitter. The dream was so extreme, and as it shook her body she could feel the emotion. Coming around, Rory took control of the cold sweat and shivering that overtaken her body, and she sat up straight in her bed. She had spent the night and most of the previous day in the bed, since her fainting incident.
Realizing she was beyond thirsty, Rory rolled on to her side and reached for a glass that her mother had left for her. Just her luck, it was empty. "Why could I not be like the girl in Signs?" Rory quietly asked herself.
Her foot hit the floor and her mind went into replay.
Her head swarmed with the thoughts of the two lovers. Her body arched and her mind swam with the thoughts. She was replaying their life, not watching like the night before. Tonight was different, it was unique.
Rory felt tears rush to her eyes, she looked down at herself, and she was clothed in a light laced yellow dress. She looked into the mirror, talking steps one at a time. She reached the mirror and gazed at her image, but it was not her own, all that was hers were the eyes. But were they really hers?
The person in the mirror had moss of dirty blonde hair piled on top of her head. Her cheek bones high, her features prefect. Her nose was a perfect curve, her eyes gleaming with confusion. Or were the eyes even hers?
She could not answer her own questions, for she felt a light hand grazing her back. Rory turned suddenly; knocking the man, whose hand was placed on her back, over. He flipped onto the bed.
"So, sorry." Rory apologized but it was not her voice that came out, it was another's. The voice was not exactly eloquent, but also was not shrill. The dialect was also much different. Rory could understand it, but she had a flash of Colin Farrell play through her mind. This voice that said those words, was the womanly enthusiasm of him without the constant swearing, or so Rory told herself.
The man corrected himself, getting up from the bed and taking a step back from her. "Elizabeth," he called her by this name, and Rory nodded as if on cue. "Eliza, you should sit." He told her and when the body did so, Rory realized she was not in control but just along for the ride. The name had tear-stained cheeks, "My dear, I think of you as a daughter. I have been your care taker since you were a wee-bit, and it pains me to tell you that, you have contracted what we feared."
The man looked at 'Eliza' with pained eyes and she nodded once again, "I do have it then?" her smile was weak and forced as she took the man to the door and asked to take a moment for herself. She thanked him, and turned the door shut. As soon as the man was gone, a scream erupted from her throat.
Rory felt the pain, but knew not why. Rory just continued to view what was happening and experience it all.
Getting up and wiping tears from her eyes, the women went to the mirror once again. Her reflection had changed a bit, she was still the beautiful, vibrant girl Rory had seen, but her eyes were weak, her frown evident and her heart pained. "I shall have to go. Liam will hate me." Tears were once again running down her porcelain skin. She turned and walked out.
A flash beamed inside Rory's head and clip seemed to play, it was a replay of what Rory had seen in third person view the night before. The fight, the anguish, the whole scene. Rory seemed to understand more now what had happened but yet she was oblivious to it all. She thought of what she had dreamt of as she had slept that night, she pieced together the whole dream along with what had also happened to her, and came to the conclusion that the women was dying. It was not enough that she was dying, but she had decided to break the engagement with a man, who Rory presumed was Liam, after hearing the news.
Another flash came and went and Rory found herself where she had woken the night before. She was at the door, but when she reached for the door, nothing happened. Looking down at herself, she realized she was still within Eliza's body.
Eliza turned and began to walk in to the sunset; the walk was short before she approached a pound shrouded by green forest surrounding her. Rory took in the sight; it was angelic, beyond heavenly. Green moss lined the edges of the lake. Lilies grew in abundance, the flowers were scatter here and there, the pale yellow accenting the vibrant green of the forest and the siren blue of the water.
Hearing a sound, Eliza's head turned to it; a smile was on her face. The smile was brief and returned to a frown, but Rory felt the joy that lingered. "I should have never shown you my spot," she told the body, as she turned her head back to the sights of the pond.
"But you did," she heard the voice reply.
Eliza turned her head and Rory gasped, the man was Tristan. The only difference in this man and was the hair. The man's hair was longer then Tristan would ever wear it. The coloring was darker by two shades, but it matched the man as well as Tristan's dirty blonde matched him. "We can not be together, Liam." Eliza motioned for him to leave but he just stood there looking at her.
"I love you." He told her, taking another step.
Rory could feel Eliza's resistance breaking down. She did not blame the girl, the man was professing his love for her and she loved him back. Rory knew she loved him more than life and that was why she was letting him go.
"Just go Liam, I can barely stand not being with you when I leave you, but when you are so close..." Eliza's hand came into contact with the sleeve of his shirt. Her fingers wound around his arm, his hands came around her waist. "Don't Liam. I can not stand not to have you."
He looked down into her eyes and Rory swore he saw her there. She was the little stowaway, watching like a voyeur. He must have not seen her, because he swept her into his arms and kissed Eliza passionately.
A flash.
Her lips were locked with his. Rory's hand found its way to the messy blonde tresses and weeded her way through them.
Flash.
The two parted and Rory was a loss for breath; how she wished she were Eliza. Liam's fiery blue eyes asked for more, but took none. "We will get married," he stated, not questioned. He swept down and took her lips with his before she could protest. " And if something should happen, it will happen, but we will forever be together."
Eliza looked at him, wanting to say something but wanting to be with him even more than before the news. She nodded slightly and was brought into another kiss.
"I love you," he told her lifting up her skirt ever so slightly to let his fingers graze over her backside.
"I love you too, so much. I couldn't have lived without you." Increasing the kiss by letting his tongue enter her mouth, while his hands massaged her backside she moaned. She was lost, as was Rory, who did not seem to just be watching any more but somehow participating. The thought disturbed her as much as it excited her; she was caught within a romance novel.
Liam's hands lifted Eliza's dress and brought it over her head. Rory looked down at the body that was not hers but felt as if it was, the body was only clothed in a few remaining undergarments and Rory was shocked and frightened. It was all so real to her and when the underclothes started to come off, so did the spell.
Flash.
With a bright light, the dream like state left her, but the sensations continued. Rory eyes beamed and ears buzzed. She felt a warm moist dribble laving at her belly button.
Looking down at herself, she was surprised to see her nightgown tossed aside, her bra hanging loosely on her left arm, seemingly caught there, and her underwear being edged down.
She was even more surprised to have Tristan laying on top of her, his arm tangled around her, his chest bare and his tongue lapping at her belly button, as his hand was working on pulling off her underwear.
"Tristan..." she called out.
