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/b I do not own the characters or any previous plots from which this story may stem. I do, however, own the head from which this story was created and reserve all rights to it.
She had come home to find Rory. Well, she had certainly done that. Lorelai was now standing on her porch looking down at her one and only daughter cry to herself in a heap on the front lawn. Lorelai didn't know what to do; she had never imagined herself in this position. What do you say to your daughter who just lashed out at you after reprimanding her for sleeping with a married guy?
Lorelai walked to the edge of the porch and sat herself down slowly on the top step. She wanted to hold her daughter and make her realize that everything would turn out fine, but she couldn't tell if that would be too close for Rory's comfort. She tucked her hair behind her ears and stared at her hands as she wondered where it was that Rory's childhood had gone.
Rory, too, was staring at her own hands. She sniffed back the last of her tears and rocked herself slightly finding that she couldn't comfort herself very well when she knew her mother could do it better. She didn't regret what had happened, but she did know that it had been a bad idea. And her mother was right; she hadn't talked to Dean about everything that was going on with Lindsay. She had reminded him that he was still married to her and then he told her that everything was going bad in the marriage and then they pressed onward. No more questions asked. Rory wasn't sure if she even loved him or if, just like Paris had said, she had just had a very celibate year and the opportunity overcame her and she seized it when it came. She didn't even know if she loved Dean. She had once and those feelings never really go away but if she was truly in love with him at this point wouldn't she have waited to do things right?
The Gilmore girls sat silently and kept to their own thoughts. Both needed the comforting of the other, though and the space between them was overwhelming. Lorelai listened to the little things around her as she waited for a cue from her daughter as to what she should be doing as a mother. Lorelai could hear crickets in the distance and the buzzing of the dying porch light. The phone inside rang but neither Lorelai nor Rory budged to pick it up. The answering machine turned on but after the beep nobody left a message. Rory and Lorelai continued to sit in silence.
After a few minutes Rory spoke up. "Mom?" she beckoned without turning to face her mother.
"Yes, Rory?" Lorelai lifted her voice just loud enough to be barely audible. "I'm right here."
Rory sighed. She knew that her mother was right there. And it was comforting enough just to know the fact, but it still was weird that it almost felt too close. Rory turned around to face her mother but did not look up at her. She felt too ashamed to look her in the eye. "I... I'm sorry I yelled at you."
Lorelai looked Rory and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. What had happened to her little girl? "I'm sorry there had to be a reason for you to yell at me," came Lorelai's reply.
Rory blushed. It was all her fault, wasn't it? She looked down at her hands again. Another awkward silence ensued.
"Hey sweets," Lorelai started, "we should really be getting back to the inn. Or at least I should. It doesn't matter if you do or not... if you can stand sharing a room with me it'd be great to have your company but either way as the manager of this inn I really need to..."
"Yeah, let's go," Rory spoke up. "I can't stay here tonight."
Lorelai nodded thoroughly understanding her daughter's implications. Both mother and daughter stood up slowly and straightened out their dresses. Lorelai walked over to Rory was and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry," Rory whispered into her mom's ear. She sighed. "I love you, mom."
"I love you, too, Rory." She kissed her daughter on the cheek and pulled out of the hug. She wrapped one arm around her daughter's shoulder and they began to walk towards the inn together. After they got out of their own yard Lorelai started to talk. "So a lot happened at the inn while you were gone..."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... like Kirk running around naked and Luke chasing after him..."
"Naked?"
Lorelai flinched at the idea. "Thank God no... Actually Kirk interrupted me and Luke. It was very annoying, really."
"Kirk always is."
"Too true..." Lorelai told her daughter everything that had happened that evening from the kisses to Jason's leaving to finding Rory at home. There was still tension between Rory and Lorelai, but acting talking like they always did seemed to ease the stress substantially. Lorelai was just happy that she hadn't lost her daughter as her own mother had lost her.
TBC
/b I do not own the characters or any previous plots from which this story may stem. I do, however, own the head from which this story was created and reserve all rights to it.
She had come home to find Rory. Well, she had certainly done that. Lorelai was now standing on her porch looking down at her one and only daughter cry to herself in a heap on the front lawn. Lorelai didn't know what to do; she had never imagined herself in this position. What do you say to your daughter who just lashed out at you after reprimanding her for sleeping with a married guy?
Lorelai walked to the edge of the porch and sat herself down slowly on the top step. She wanted to hold her daughter and make her realize that everything would turn out fine, but she couldn't tell if that would be too close for Rory's comfort. She tucked her hair behind her ears and stared at her hands as she wondered where it was that Rory's childhood had gone.
Rory, too, was staring at her own hands. She sniffed back the last of her tears and rocked herself slightly finding that she couldn't comfort herself very well when she knew her mother could do it better. She didn't regret what had happened, but she did know that it had been a bad idea. And her mother was right; she hadn't talked to Dean about everything that was going on with Lindsay. She had reminded him that he was still married to her and then he told her that everything was going bad in the marriage and then they pressed onward. No more questions asked. Rory wasn't sure if she even loved him or if, just like Paris had said, she had just had a very celibate year and the opportunity overcame her and she seized it when it came. She didn't even know if she loved Dean. She had once and those feelings never really go away but if she was truly in love with him at this point wouldn't she have waited to do things right?
The Gilmore girls sat silently and kept to their own thoughts. Both needed the comforting of the other, though and the space between them was overwhelming. Lorelai listened to the little things around her as she waited for a cue from her daughter as to what she should be doing as a mother. Lorelai could hear crickets in the distance and the buzzing of the dying porch light. The phone inside rang but neither Lorelai nor Rory budged to pick it up. The answering machine turned on but after the beep nobody left a message. Rory and Lorelai continued to sit in silence.
After a few minutes Rory spoke up. "Mom?" she beckoned without turning to face her mother.
"Yes, Rory?" Lorelai lifted her voice just loud enough to be barely audible. "I'm right here."
Rory sighed. She knew that her mother was right there. And it was comforting enough just to know the fact, but it still was weird that it almost felt too close. Rory turned around to face her mother but did not look up at her. She felt too ashamed to look her in the eye. "I... I'm sorry I yelled at you."
Lorelai looked Rory and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. What had happened to her little girl? "I'm sorry there had to be a reason for you to yell at me," came Lorelai's reply.
Rory blushed. It was all her fault, wasn't it? She looked down at her hands again. Another awkward silence ensued.
"Hey sweets," Lorelai started, "we should really be getting back to the inn. Or at least I should. It doesn't matter if you do or not... if you can stand sharing a room with me it'd be great to have your company but either way as the manager of this inn I really need to..."
"Yeah, let's go," Rory spoke up. "I can't stay here tonight."
Lorelai nodded thoroughly understanding her daughter's implications. Both mother and daughter stood up slowly and straightened out their dresses. Lorelai walked over to Rory was and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry," Rory whispered into her mom's ear. She sighed. "I love you, mom."
"I love you, too, Rory." She kissed her daughter on the cheek and pulled out of the hug. She wrapped one arm around her daughter's shoulder and they began to walk towards the inn together. After they got out of their own yard Lorelai started to talk. "So a lot happened at the inn while you were gone..."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... like Kirk running around naked and Luke chasing after him..."
"Naked?"
Lorelai flinched at the idea. "Thank God no... Actually Kirk interrupted me and Luke. It was very annoying, really."
"Kirk always is."
"Too true..." Lorelai told her daughter everything that had happened that evening from the kisses to Jason's leaving to finding Rory at home. There was still tension between Rory and Lorelai, but acting talking like they always did seemed to ease the stress substantially. Lorelai was just happy that she hadn't lost her daughter as her own mother had lost her.
TBC