Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters created by ASP. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this; it'd be on tv for everyone to see.
A/N: Thanks for all your reviews. They mean a lot to me. So, don't be afraid to review, there's a good chance it'll help me update faster. I'm skipping ahead a few months. It's now November. This chapter's shorter than the last, most chapters won't be as long as the first.
It was a cold day and Rory wished she hadn't left her scarf in her dorm room. Careful not to lose sight of him, she quickened her pace. There was no way she'd rest until they were face to face. Rory wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings, her gaze was fixated on this man's back. 'He walks like him, it has to be him.' Soon, she was falling in step behind him. Once she was close enough, she reached out and placed her hand firmly on his shoulder. He immediately stopped in his tracks and froze. As he turned to face her, a buzz rang through her ears.
It was the third time this week she'd had the same dream. Every morning she woke at the same moment, right before his face met hers. Why did she keep having this dream? It was starting to frustrate her. The dreams had started when she first got to Yale. Rory had experienced a few "Jess sightings", as her mother had called them, about the time the dreams started. Too many times she had gone out of her way to see if it really was Jess she had seen, and every time she was disappointed. The dreams had stopped for a while, until recently. She reached for her phone and called her mother once her eyes were fully open.
"Hello?" Lorelai answered groggily.
"It happened again." Rory didn't have to explain. She had told her mother about the dreams when they first started.
"That's three times this week. You've got to stop having these dreams. These early morning discussions are killing me."
"Sorry. But I had to call you."
"I know. I just need some coffee. So, when are you gonna get here?"
"Sometime tomorrow. Maybe around three."
"Okay, I'll see you then. I'll try to help analyze that dream of yours for the hundredth time."
Rory smiled. "Thanks. Bye Mom, love you."
"Love you, too, babe."
Rory hung up her phone and placed it on the small table beside her bed. Plopping her head back on her pillow, she lay there staring at the ceiling. This time the dream had seemed so real. She could feel her hand touch his shoulder. What was the dream trying to tell her? She knew it had to do with Jess. She was obviously chasing him in her dream. Finally, Rory decided not to give it too much thought. She'd discuss it with her mother tomorrow.
*Later that day..
It was unusually cold out, even though it was the middle of November. The sky was dark and the sun was covered by fast moving clouds. A strong breeze blew by, causing Rory's hair to cover her face. 'I knew I should've put my hair up.' She sighed as she collected the strands that had blown over her eyes. She then tucked her hair into her jacket and tightened her scarf around her neck, hoping it would keep it in place.
As Rory came to the corner, she saw him. He was on the other side of the street facing a store window, his back turned to her. Rory blinked twice and nearly pinched herself. She looked down at her clothes and realized she was dressed as she had been in her dream. The light changed, signaling for her to cross the intersection. She dashed across the street, nearly knocking over a lady carrying shopping bags. She hadn't even noticed. 'He's not getting away this time.'
He began walking, and she started to walk faster to catch up. With every step she took, it seemed as if he took three. He was getting further and further away. Rory was weaving desperately in and out of the busy sidewalk. 'Why are there so many people out?' She wanted to yell out to him, or at all these people to make them move. Once she had reached the next corner, he had already crossed the street. The sign blinked 'Don't Walk', practically mocking her. Frustrated, she was tempted to ignore the sign and run across the intersection, not caring about the traffic. Rory made sure to keep her eye on him. He hadn't stopped walking. 'Stand still!'
Rory must've pushed the walk button a hundred times. She never took her eyes off of him. Right before the light changed, a truck passed by. It blocked her view of him for a split-second. It only took a split second, and he was gone
On her walk back to her dorm, Rory couldn't help but wonder how everything had turned out so differently from her dream. More than that, she wondered if it really was him. But what was Jess doing in New Haven? He knew she was going to Yale, why would he be there? It made no sense. Inside her room, she threw her bags on her bed. Still thinking about the events that had just occurred, she took off her scarf. She froze, scarf still in hand. Rory had wore her scarf today, but was without it in her dream.
'Stupid thing. I should've left it here. Why'd I wear it?' She paused and let out a small laugh. 'Ha. I must be losing it. As if the scarf made a difference. Just because everything else was the same didn't mean anything. I'm seriously over-thinking this.' Unable to shake the idea of Jess being so close, she took her keys and ran out the door. 'Screw it. I have to know if that was him.'
Elsewhere..
Jess sat at a table in a small coffee house. With a book in hand, he kept looking up. 'She must've seen me. She was practically hunting me down.' He sighed, and went back to his book. 'This isn't the way I wanted things to go. I was supposed to see her, not the other way around.' He tried to read more, but couldn't concentrate. He pulled out his cell phone and called the only person he could think of. The phone rang twice before it was answered.
"Luke's." He sounded busy. Well, of course he was. It was lunch time.
"Uncle Luke. Hey." Why did he call for again? He was almost sure Luke would hang up on him.
"Jess. Is that you?" Luke's voice had softened slightly.
"Yeah. Unless there's other people calling you 'Uncle Luke'."
"Ah. So it is you. Why are you calling? I haven't heard from you for months." He paused, then added quickly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." Luke still cared, and Jess felt a pain in his heart. Luke had been the closest thing to a father he'd ever had. He was his whole family. Jess had let him down. "I was just wondering how you were."
"I'm okay." There was a pause. "Jess, why'd you really call. You were never the talkative type." That was true.
"Um.. I need to ask you for a favor."
"Okay. Sure. What do you need?"
**
Rory was back outside, walking furiously. She was on a mission to find Jess. She was certain it was him she saw, and no one could convince her otherwise. Her gut told her it was him. It seemed crazy; wandering the streets, searching for someone without even knowing where to look. She went to where she'd seen him earlier, hoping he'd be there.
A/N: Thanks for all your reviews. They mean a lot to me. So, don't be afraid to review, there's a good chance it'll help me update faster. I'm skipping ahead a few months. It's now November. This chapter's shorter than the last, most chapters won't be as long as the first.
It was a cold day and Rory wished she hadn't left her scarf in her dorm room. Careful not to lose sight of him, she quickened her pace. There was no way she'd rest until they were face to face. Rory wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings, her gaze was fixated on this man's back. 'He walks like him, it has to be him.' Soon, she was falling in step behind him. Once she was close enough, she reached out and placed her hand firmly on his shoulder. He immediately stopped in his tracks and froze. As he turned to face her, a buzz rang through her ears.
It was the third time this week she'd had the same dream. Every morning she woke at the same moment, right before his face met hers. Why did she keep having this dream? It was starting to frustrate her. The dreams had started when she first got to Yale. Rory had experienced a few "Jess sightings", as her mother had called them, about the time the dreams started. Too many times she had gone out of her way to see if it really was Jess she had seen, and every time she was disappointed. The dreams had stopped for a while, until recently. She reached for her phone and called her mother once her eyes were fully open.
"Hello?" Lorelai answered groggily.
"It happened again." Rory didn't have to explain. She had told her mother about the dreams when they first started.
"That's three times this week. You've got to stop having these dreams. These early morning discussions are killing me."
"Sorry. But I had to call you."
"I know. I just need some coffee. So, when are you gonna get here?"
"Sometime tomorrow. Maybe around three."
"Okay, I'll see you then. I'll try to help analyze that dream of yours for the hundredth time."
Rory smiled. "Thanks. Bye Mom, love you."
"Love you, too, babe."
Rory hung up her phone and placed it on the small table beside her bed. Plopping her head back on her pillow, she lay there staring at the ceiling. This time the dream had seemed so real. She could feel her hand touch his shoulder. What was the dream trying to tell her? She knew it had to do with Jess. She was obviously chasing him in her dream. Finally, Rory decided not to give it too much thought. She'd discuss it with her mother tomorrow.
*Later that day..
It was unusually cold out, even though it was the middle of November. The sky was dark and the sun was covered by fast moving clouds. A strong breeze blew by, causing Rory's hair to cover her face. 'I knew I should've put my hair up.' She sighed as she collected the strands that had blown over her eyes. She then tucked her hair into her jacket and tightened her scarf around her neck, hoping it would keep it in place.
As Rory came to the corner, she saw him. He was on the other side of the street facing a store window, his back turned to her. Rory blinked twice and nearly pinched herself. She looked down at her clothes and realized she was dressed as she had been in her dream. The light changed, signaling for her to cross the intersection. She dashed across the street, nearly knocking over a lady carrying shopping bags. She hadn't even noticed. 'He's not getting away this time.'
He began walking, and she started to walk faster to catch up. With every step she took, it seemed as if he took three. He was getting further and further away. Rory was weaving desperately in and out of the busy sidewalk. 'Why are there so many people out?' She wanted to yell out to him, or at all these people to make them move. Once she had reached the next corner, he had already crossed the street. The sign blinked 'Don't Walk', practically mocking her. Frustrated, she was tempted to ignore the sign and run across the intersection, not caring about the traffic. Rory made sure to keep her eye on him. He hadn't stopped walking. 'Stand still!'
Rory must've pushed the walk button a hundred times. She never took her eyes off of him. Right before the light changed, a truck passed by. It blocked her view of him for a split-second. It only took a split second, and he was gone
On her walk back to her dorm, Rory couldn't help but wonder how everything had turned out so differently from her dream. More than that, she wondered if it really was him. But what was Jess doing in New Haven? He knew she was going to Yale, why would he be there? It made no sense. Inside her room, she threw her bags on her bed. Still thinking about the events that had just occurred, she took off her scarf. She froze, scarf still in hand. Rory had wore her scarf today, but was without it in her dream.
'Stupid thing. I should've left it here. Why'd I wear it?' She paused and let out a small laugh. 'Ha. I must be losing it. As if the scarf made a difference. Just because everything else was the same didn't mean anything. I'm seriously over-thinking this.' Unable to shake the idea of Jess being so close, she took her keys and ran out the door. 'Screw it. I have to know if that was him.'
Elsewhere..
Jess sat at a table in a small coffee house. With a book in hand, he kept looking up. 'She must've seen me. She was practically hunting me down.' He sighed, and went back to his book. 'This isn't the way I wanted things to go. I was supposed to see her, not the other way around.' He tried to read more, but couldn't concentrate. He pulled out his cell phone and called the only person he could think of. The phone rang twice before it was answered.
"Luke's." He sounded busy. Well, of course he was. It was lunch time.
"Uncle Luke. Hey." Why did he call for again? He was almost sure Luke would hang up on him.
"Jess. Is that you?" Luke's voice had softened slightly.
"Yeah. Unless there's other people calling you 'Uncle Luke'."
"Ah. So it is you. Why are you calling? I haven't heard from you for months." He paused, then added quickly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." Luke still cared, and Jess felt a pain in his heart. Luke had been the closest thing to a father he'd ever had. He was his whole family. Jess had let him down. "I was just wondering how you were."
"I'm okay." There was a pause. "Jess, why'd you really call. You were never the talkative type." That was true.
"Um.. I need to ask you for a favor."
"Okay. Sure. What do you need?"
**
Rory was back outside, walking furiously. She was on a mission to find Jess. She was certain it was him she saw, and no one could convince her otherwise. Her gut told her it was him. It seemed crazy; wandering the streets, searching for someone without even knowing where to look. She went to where she'd seen him earlier, hoping he'd be there.