Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls. I think we all know that.
Dedications: Emily Carol, smile1, bluedancer, Edward's Muse, and my friends from school who I gab about Gilmore Girls with.
A/N: Rory has just graduated. She has written a novel and waiting for the editor's response.
Chapter 1
It was just around Christmas. Dean came home from work. He was tired. He dreaded coming home. He and Lindsay were having trouble. They had been fighting lately for the past year. It was over big things and little things, but going home wasn't really something he looked forward to during the day. He didn't want to be coming home to Lindsay anymore. There was only one woman he loved and one only. But, she was gone and only God knew when he was going to see her again.
When he went inside, he saw Lindsay in the living room, making out with another guy. Dean didn't know who it was, but he didn't care.
"Maybe we should go up to your bedroom," said the guy.
"You are so bad," said Lindsay. "But, I'll give in."
Dean walked into the room and cleared his throat.
"Oh, Dean, hi," said Lindsay, nervously.
"Is this your brother?" asked the guy. "The one that lives with you?"
Dean was angry. It was Rory all over again. Except, he didn't catch her making out with Jess. Dean laughed.
"You guys look so cute together," said Dean. "You really do. I think you two should get married on the spot. Oh, however there's just one thing standing in your way. You see, she's my wife."
Dean put an emphasis on the word wife. Lindsay's face turned pale. The guy looked like he was going to throw up.
"I'll call you later," said the guy, giving her a quick kiss and leaving.
"Dean, I'm sorry," said Lindsay. "I was going to tell you sooner I swear."
"How long has this been going on for?" asked Dean.
"A year," said Lindsay. "I'm really sorry."
"I'm leaving," said Dean. "Then we're getting divorced ASAP."
"Dean-"
"No! My minds made up. You don't love me and frankly I never loved you in that way."
"What?"
"I still."
Dean knew he couldn't finish. He didn't want to tell her. He just wanted to leave. He packed his bags and left and went to the Dragon Fly Inn. So what if his marriage was over? He didn't care. He was actually happy about it. Angry that she was cheating on him, but happy that it was over. He felt like a prisoner whose chains had been cut and was released.
"Thanks for giving me the job, Mom," said Rory.
"No, problem," said Lorelai. "But, I thought you would be a journalist."
"I've been working on a novel for a while," said Rory. "I really think it would sell. So I'm going to see if they publish my book. If not, then I'm going to try to get a journalist job. If it works out, then I'm going to be a regular author. Until then, I need the money."
Rory had went to the Dragon Fly to get a job. She was going to be assistant manager like her mother. She'd been working for a day and Lorelai had given her a job.
"You don't need the money, honey," said Lorelai.
"You just rhymed," said Rory.
"I know. It's a horrible habit. Why do you need the money? You live with me."
"I'm helping with the rent."
"But-"
"I want to so don't talk me out of it."
Lorelai threw up her hands in an "I Surrender" position. "Okay," said Lorelai. "I know better than to argue with you."
"Mom, I noticed something about Cynthia," said Rory.
Cynthia was the newest maid in the inn. She was terrible, but Lorelai wanted to give her a month to get better.
"What about her?" asked Lorelai.
"She's doing horrible," answered Rory.
"Sweetie, we're giving her a month."
"Her month is up tomorrow."
"Okay. You ever fire anyone before?"
"Nope. But, I've always wanted to do it. Plus, I hate Cynthia. You forgot she used to tease me in Junior High about my reading. She was a bitch."
"She was the one that made you cry every day?"
"That's the one."
"Oh! Fire her! No one who makes my baby cry is going to work here!"
"Then I'm firing you, too."
"I made you cry?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not leaving. I run the place. Fire her at the end of the day."
"Mom, can I cover her shifts?"
"Why?"
"I want to try it. See what you had to do."
"Only until I replace her."
"Okay."
Rory looked down at guest book. She was pretty confident that she would be a published author.
"Hi," said a deep voice. "I need a room."
Rory looked up. She caught her breath. It was Dean. Alone. Holding a suitcase.
"Dean?" said Rory.
"Rory?" said Dean.
"What are you doing here?" they said in unison. "You first."
"Okay, I'll go first," said Rory, laughing. "I'm waiting for an editor's letter. I want to be an author. Not a journalist and until my book is published. This is where I'm working. Now you."
"I just found Lindsay with another guy," said Dean. "We've been having trouble for the past year. We're getting divorced as soon as possible."
"I'm sorry," said Rory.
"It's okay," said Dean. "Truth be told, I'm actually relieved about it."
"Oh," said Rory. "Well, I'll show you to your room."
Rory gave Dean the best room in the inn that was inexpensive. She gave him the key and left. She couldn't stop smiling. She saw Cynthia walking by. Okay, Gilmore, thought Rory. Time to do your job.
"Cynthia?" said Rory. "Can you come over here for a second?"
"You come over here, bookworm," said Cynthia.
She's still acting like she's ten, thought Rory. No wonder she never went to college.
"No, thanks," said Rory. "I'll just tell you from over here. Cynthia, your month is up and you have not shown any progress. I'm sorry, but you're fired."
"You're just doing this because I keep making fun of you."
"That would be unprofessional and immature. I would be fired on the spot if I used this to get back at you. Didn't you ever think of that?"
Cynthia scoffed and walked out. Rory tried to suppress a laugh. It had been a really good hour. First seeing her old boyfriend and now firing the biggest bitch she had ever known. Somehow, Dean staying in her inn made her exciting. Wait, I'm not still in love with him, am I? Thought Rory. Gilmore, in Stars Hollow, anything's possible, said a little voice in her head. Rory shrugged and went back to work.
A/N: Not much of a chapter, but oh well. Chapter 2 is coming soon.
Dedications: Emily Carol, smile1, bluedancer, Edward's Muse, and my friends from school who I gab about Gilmore Girls with.
A/N: Rory has just graduated. She has written a novel and waiting for the editor's response.
Chapter 1
It was just around Christmas. Dean came home from work. He was tired. He dreaded coming home. He and Lindsay were having trouble. They had been fighting lately for the past year. It was over big things and little things, but going home wasn't really something he looked forward to during the day. He didn't want to be coming home to Lindsay anymore. There was only one woman he loved and one only. But, she was gone and only God knew when he was going to see her again.
When he went inside, he saw Lindsay in the living room, making out with another guy. Dean didn't know who it was, but he didn't care.
"Maybe we should go up to your bedroom," said the guy.
"You are so bad," said Lindsay. "But, I'll give in."
Dean walked into the room and cleared his throat.
"Oh, Dean, hi," said Lindsay, nervously.
"Is this your brother?" asked the guy. "The one that lives with you?"
Dean was angry. It was Rory all over again. Except, he didn't catch her making out with Jess. Dean laughed.
"You guys look so cute together," said Dean. "You really do. I think you two should get married on the spot. Oh, however there's just one thing standing in your way. You see, she's my wife."
Dean put an emphasis on the word wife. Lindsay's face turned pale. The guy looked like he was going to throw up.
"I'll call you later," said the guy, giving her a quick kiss and leaving.
"Dean, I'm sorry," said Lindsay. "I was going to tell you sooner I swear."
"How long has this been going on for?" asked Dean.
"A year," said Lindsay. "I'm really sorry."
"I'm leaving," said Dean. "Then we're getting divorced ASAP."
"Dean-"
"No! My minds made up. You don't love me and frankly I never loved you in that way."
"What?"
"I still."
Dean knew he couldn't finish. He didn't want to tell her. He just wanted to leave. He packed his bags and left and went to the Dragon Fly Inn. So what if his marriage was over? He didn't care. He was actually happy about it. Angry that she was cheating on him, but happy that it was over. He felt like a prisoner whose chains had been cut and was released.
"Thanks for giving me the job, Mom," said Rory.
"No, problem," said Lorelai. "But, I thought you would be a journalist."
"I've been working on a novel for a while," said Rory. "I really think it would sell. So I'm going to see if they publish my book. If not, then I'm going to try to get a journalist job. If it works out, then I'm going to be a regular author. Until then, I need the money."
Rory had went to the Dragon Fly to get a job. She was going to be assistant manager like her mother. She'd been working for a day and Lorelai had given her a job.
"You don't need the money, honey," said Lorelai.
"You just rhymed," said Rory.
"I know. It's a horrible habit. Why do you need the money? You live with me."
"I'm helping with the rent."
"But-"
"I want to so don't talk me out of it."
Lorelai threw up her hands in an "I Surrender" position. "Okay," said Lorelai. "I know better than to argue with you."
"Mom, I noticed something about Cynthia," said Rory.
Cynthia was the newest maid in the inn. She was terrible, but Lorelai wanted to give her a month to get better.
"What about her?" asked Lorelai.
"She's doing horrible," answered Rory.
"Sweetie, we're giving her a month."
"Her month is up tomorrow."
"Okay. You ever fire anyone before?"
"Nope. But, I've always wanted to do it. Plus, I hate Cynthia. You forgot she used to tease me in Junior High about my reading. She was a bitch."
"She was the one that made you cry every day?"
"That's the one."
"Oh! Fire her! No one who makes my baby cry is going to work here!"
"Then I'm firing you, too."
"I made you cry?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not leaving. I run the place. Fire her at the end of the day."
"Mom, can I cover her shifts?"
"Why?"
"I want to try it. See what you had to do."
"Only until I replace her."
"Okay."
Rory looked down at guest book. She was pretty confident that she would be a published author.
"Hi," said a deep voice. "I need a room."
Rory looked up. She caught her breath. It was Dean. Alone. Holding a suitcase.
"Dean?" said Rory.
"Rory?" said Dean.
"What are you doing here?" they said in unison. "You first."
"Okay, I'll go first," said Rory, laughing. "I'm waiting for an editor's letter. I want to be an author. Not a journalist and until my book is published. This is where I'm working. Now you."
"I just found Lindsay with another guy," said Dean. "We've been having trouble for the past year. We're getting divorced as soon as possible."
"I'm sorry," said Rory.
"It's okay," said Dean. "Truth be told, I'm actually relieved about it."
"Oh," said Rory. "Well, I'll show you to your room."
Rory gave Dean the best room in the inn that was inexpensive. She gave him the key and left. She couldn't stop smiling. She saw Cynthia walking by. Okay, Gilmore, thought Rory. Time to do your job.
"Cynthia?" said Rory. "Can you come over here for a second?"
"You come over here, bookworm," said Cynthia.
She's still acting like she's ten, thought Rory. No wonder she never went to college.
"No, thanks," said Rory. "I'll just tell you from over here. Cynthia, your month is up and you have not shown any progress. I'm sorry, but you're fired."
"You're just doing this because I keep making fun of you."
"That would be unprofessional and immature. I would be fired on the spot if I used this to get back at you. Didn't you ever think of that?"
Cynthia scoffed and walked out. Rory tried to suppress a laugh. It had been a really good hour. First seeing her old boyfriend and now firing the biggest bitch she had ever known. Somehow, Dean staying in her inn made her exciting. Wait, I'm not still in love with him, am I? Thought Rory. Gilmore, in Stars Hollow, anything's possible, said a little voice in her head. Rory shrugged and went back to work.
A/N: Not much of a chapter, but oh well. Chapter 2 is coming soon.