WHAT IT IS: A sequel, to my other Trory, What Happens When. Now, I had no
intentions at all to do a sequel. However, you're getting one, because of
all the Jess/Dean/Rory angst currently on the show—it's stressing me out.
So, since I had decided that fluff was probably all I'd get out of a sequel
and fluff is what I need right now (it's either fluff or unbearable angst
coming out of me right now)—here's a sequel.
WHAT I OWN: Nada.
RATING: PG-13, just to be safe. It is fluff after all.
AN: yes, I suck. Sorry I'm not at my ultimate everyday updating, but seriously, a girl needs her rest. Plus family obligations came into play too. And this chapter is shorter than normal, I know, I know, I suck. But hopefully you'll enjoy it anyway, as I'm tired and need sleep so I can live to write another day. I'll try to have no life for you all, from now on. (
The phone had been ringing off the hook all day. His mother had called twice from whatever Podunk town she and TJ were currently in with the Renaissance freaks. He shook his head in disbelief. Leave it to his flaky mother to decide that was her true calling in life. The other times it had been Erin. He didn't have anything to say, so he simply didn't answer. He had been out 'sick' all week from the office, faxing and emailing his work in instead. School started back up again next week, so he'd have less time soon. Being busy suited him, as it gave him little time alone with his thoughts.
The phone rang yet again. This time he was tempted to pick it up to yell "Buy a clue!" but resisted and leaned back in his chair. He attempted to refocus his attention on the manuscript in front of him that he was currently editing.
"Speak, if you must," came his voice from the speaker on the answering machine.
"Hey, Jess, it's Lorelai. Are you there? ...No? Are you sure? ... Hmm. Well, assuming you aren't home, or are home but have somehow incapacitated yourself in such a way that--,"
"Fine," he picked up the line.
"Why, Jess, what a pleasant surprise to find you at home!"
"Did you need something?"
"I was calling to get you to come to the party tomorrow."
"Can't. Got work."
"See, now, I don't buy that story. I called your work, thinking you'd be there this time of day. A lovely receptionist named Erin informed me that you'd been out sick all week."
Jess rolled his eyes. This wasn't going anywhere good. "Fine, then I'm too sick to come to the party."
"Jess. This girl ALSO informed me to have you call her when and if I spoke to you. She seemed very concerned with your well-being," Lorelai mused.
"Do you have a point?"
"Why won't you come to the party?"
"I have a ton of work to do. I have it at home, so as fewer distractions."
"Is Erin a distraction?"
"She doesn't take hints well, you could say."
"Have you told her it's over?"
"It was never 'under'," he said shortly.
"Well, she seemed nice."
"She is nice. She's just not for me. End of story."
"So, come escape a little. Be with us to start out the New Year."
"I hate New Years."
"Ah, you hate everything. Come tonight, or I'll send Luke after you tomorrow."
"No way would he do that."
"I have my ways. Bye, Jess," she addled lightly before hanging up.
Jess sighed and looked at his work. Four hours and he'd been staring at the same paragraph. 'Maybe the drive would clear my thoughts,' he tried to reason with himself. Placing some personal effects and work into his leather bag, he slung it over his shoulder as he once again heard his answering machine click on.
"Jess? It's me. Are you okay? --," came the now all too familiar voice yet again.
He closed the door as she continued to talk and headed for his car.
Sunday evening Rory and Tristan walked to the diner for dinner, hand in hand. Both had flushed cheeks from the cold December air. They walked in comfortable silence for a while. Tristan glanced at Rory, noticing her smile, and laughed.
"Seriously, we can't tell anyone."
"I know," she replied, though rather unconvincingly.
"Rory," he warned.
"What if someone asks what we did all day?"
"Lie."
She gave him a look, which in an instant caused him to rethink his last statement.
"Right. You say nothing, I'll lie."
"I'm just excited."
"So am I, but this is the first big things that's solely ours. Besides, once you are pregnant, everyone will be in our business. Especially yours."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, people touching your stomach constantly, asking you the same questions a billion times. Doctors poking about, that kind of stuff," Tristan listed.
Rory's brow furrowed. "I hadn't thought of that. I was more focused on baby showers and watching it take its first steps."
"Well, that stuff'll happen, too."
"Let's wait."
Tristan looked at her, in confusion. "What do you mean by 'wait'?"
She noted the look on his face, and slipped an arm around him.
"To tell people. Until it's for sure."
He smiled and kissed her as they walked through the door of Luke's.
"People are trying to eat," Luke announced to the cozy couple that seemed happily oblivious to the world.
"Oh, Luke, obviously she was cold, so he's acting as a second coat for her. Oh, and evidently some sort of oxygen device, too," Lorelai explained.
The two disentangled themselves and sat down with Lorelai. Rory kissed her mother's cheek.
"Where's my brother?"
"Big slumber party at Sookie's tonight."
"Why tonight?"
"Well, since the grown ups get to have their big fun tomorrow, we agreed that that little ones should get some fun, too."
"Aw, that's nice."
"Plus, it gives me and Luke a night alone."
"Okay, stop talking now."
Lorelai smiled and decided to be nice and change the subject. "So, what did you two do today?"
Rory looked at Tristan pleadingly, and he starting laughing. He couldn't help it, he just laughed harder the more desperate she looked. Lorelai looked from one to the other, not understanding the joke.
"Am I missing something here?"
"No, no. We just stayed in and read. Nothing special," Rory's eyes were glued to Tristan, who was still recovering from his fit.
"Hmm. O-kay. So, are you hungry?"
"Yeah, starved."
Lorelai raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Something was up, they were acting strange, but she couldn't really pinpoint anything. They ate dinner, in relative normalcy and the three returned to the house to watch movies. Lorelai made Luke promise not to be too late, so he could join them. He promised to be back as soon as he could. The three got in Lorelai's Jeep and headed back to the house. Lorelai opened the front door, letting the three into the house and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. Rory wandered into the front room to scrounge up some movies while Tristan went to the bathroom. Walking into the room, she nearly jumped out of her skin to see a person sitting on the couch.
Her scream snapped Jess to attention, brought both Tristan and Lorelai shooting into the room. Lorelai was holding a skillet raised over her head.
"JESS! You scared me to death!"
"Your mom didn't mention I was coming?"
Rory turned to Lorelai, who had since lowered the skillet. She shrugged.
"I didn't think he'd come here."
"You threatened to sic Luke on me if I didn't come," Jess reminded.
"Well, I figured you'd head to the inn."
"I did. I came here so you'd know I was here. But no one was home, so I got the key out of the turtle. I had work to do anyway. The house is nice and quiet."
"Well, good. You can watch movies with us since you're here," she added.
Jess glanced up at Rory, who still looked a little pale, and shook his head no.
"I should get to the inn, finish this up. I have a deadline. I will come by tomorrow, for the party as promised."
"It starts at 7," Lorelai nodded. Jess put the bound notebook into his bag and nodded to everyone as he left.
"You okay?" Lorelai turned to Rory, still freaked looking.
"Yeah, just, I didn't expect a person there. It just jump-started my heart a little," she said, moving to sit on the couch. Tristan sat next to her, rubbing her back a little. Lorelai headed back into the kitchen to get rid of the skillet, mumbling something about how useless they were in general, and brought out three mugs of fresh coffee. They decided on three movies, and started the first one. By the time Luke got home, Rory was asleep in Tristan's lap, and his head as bent back against the top of the couch. Lorelai was curled up on the other end of the couch at Rory's feet, also asleep. He kissed the top of Lorelai's head and covered them with blankets before making his way upstairs.
WHAT I OWN: Nada.
RATING: PG-13, just to be safe. It is fluff after all.
AN: yes, I suck. Sorry I'm not at my ultimate everyday updating, but seriously, a girl needs her rest. Plus family obligations came into play too. And this chapter is shorter than normal, I know, I know, I suck. But hopefully you'll enjoy it anyway, as I'm tired and need sleep so I can live to write another day. I'll try to have no life for you all, from now on. (
The phone had been ringing off the hook all day. His mother had called twice from whatever Podunk town she and TJ were currently in with the Renaissance freaks. He shook his head in disbelief. Leave it to his flaky mother to decide that was her true calling in life. The other times it had been Erin. He didn't have anything to say, so he simply didn't answer. He had been out 'sick' all week from the office, faxing and emailing his work in instead. School started back up again next week, so he'd have less time soon. Being busy suited him, as it gave him little time alone with his thoughts.
The phone rang yet again. This time he was tempted to pick it up to yell "Buy a clue!" but resisted and leaned back in his chair. He attempted to refocus his attention on the manuscript in front of him that he was currently editing.
"Speak, if you must," came his voice from the speaker on the answering machine.
"Hey, Jess, it's Lorelai. Are you there? ...No? Are you sure? ... Hmm. Well, assuming you aren't home, or are home but have somehow incapacitated yourself in such a way that--,"
"Fine," he picked up the line.
"Why, Jess, what a pleasant surprise to find you at home!"
"Did you need something?"
"I was calling to get you to come to the party tomorrow."
"Can't. Got work."
"See, now, I don't buy that story. I called your work, thinking you'd be there this time of day. A lovely receptionist named Erin informed me that you'd been out sick all week."
Jess rolled his eyes. This wasn't going anywhere good. "Fine, then I'm too sick to come to the party."
"Jess. This girl ALSO informed me to have you call her when and if I spoke to you. She seemed very concerned with your well-being," Lorelai mused.
"Do you have a point?"
"Why won't you come to the party?"
"I have a ton of work to do. I have it at home, so as fewer distractions."
"Is Erin a distraction?"
"She doesn't take hints well, you could say."
"Have you told her it's over?"
"It was never 'under'," he said shortly.
"Well, she seemed nice."
"She is nice. She's just not for me. End of story."
"So, come escape a little. Be with us to start out the New Year."
"I hate New Years."
"Ah, you hate everything. Come tonight, or I'll send Luke after you tomorrow."
"No way would he do that."
"I have my ways. Bye, Jess," she addled lightly before hanging up.
Jess sighed and looked at his work. Four hours and he'd been staring at the same paragraph. 'Maybe the drive would clear my thoughts,' he tried to reason with himself. Placing some personal effects and work into his leather bag, he slung it over his shoulder as he once again heard his answering machine click on.
"Jess? It's me. Are you okay? --," came the now all too familiar voice yet again.
He closed the door as she continued to talk and headed for his car.
Sunday evening Rory and Tristan walked to the diner for dinner, hand in hand. Both had flushed cheeks from the cold December air. They walked in comfortable silence for a while. Tristan glanced at Rory, noticing her smile, and laughed.
"Seriously, we can't tell anyone."
"I know," she replied, though rather unconvincingly.
"Rory," he warned.
"What if someone asks what we did all day?"
"Lie."
She gave him a look, which in an instant caused him to rethink his last statement.
"Right. You say nothing, I'll lie."
"I'm just excited."
"So am I, but this is the first big things that's solely ours. Besides, once you are pregnant, everyone will be in our business. Especially yours."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, people touching your stomach constantly, asking you the same questions a billion times. Doctors poking about, that kind of stuff," Tristan listed.
Rory's brow furrowed. "I hadn't thought of that. I was more focused on baby showers and watching it take its first steps."
"Well, that stuff'll happen, too."
"Let's wait."
Tristan looked at her, in confusion. "What do you mean by 'wait'?"
She noted the look on his face, and slipped an arm around him.
"To tell people. Until it's for sure."
He smiled and kissed her as they walked through the door of Luke's.
"People are trying to eat," Luke announced to the cozy couple that seemed happily oblivious to the world.
"Oh, Luke, obviously she was cold, so he's acting as a second coat for her. Oh, and evidently some sort of oxygen device, too," Lorelai explained.
The two disentangled themselves and sat down with Lorelai. Rory kissed her mother's cheek.
"Where's my brother?"
"Big slumber party at Sookie's tonight."
"Why tonight?"
"Well, since the grown ups get to have their big fun tomorrow, we agreed that that little ones should get some fun, too."
"Aw, that's nice."
"Plus, it gives me and Luke a night alone."
"Okay, stop talking now."
Lorelai smiled and decided to be nice and change the subject. "So, what did you two do today?"
Rory looked at Tristan pleadingly, and he starting laughing. He couldn't help it, he just laughed harder the more desperate she looked. Lorelai looked from one to the other, not understanding the joke.
"Am I missing something here?"
"No, no. We just stayed in and read. Nothing special," Rory's eyes were glued to Tristan, who was still recovering from his fit.
"Hmm. O-kay. So, are you hungry?"
"Yeah, starved."
Lorelai raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Something was up, they were acting strange, but she couldn't really pinpoint anything. They ate dinner, in relative normalcy and the three returned to the house to watch movies. Lorelai made Luke promise not to be too late, so he could join them. He promised to be back as soon as he could. The three got in Lorelai's Jeep and headed back to the house. Lorelai opened the front door, letting the three into the house and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. Rory wandered into the front room to scrounge up some movies while Tristan went to the bathroom. Walking into the room, she nearly jumped out of her skin to see a person sitting on the couch.
Her scream snapped Jess to attention, brought both Tristan and Lorelai shooting into the room. Lorelai was holding a skillet raised over her head.
"JESS! You scared me to death!"
"Your mom didn't mention I was coming?"
Rory turned to Lorelai, who had since lowered the skillet. She shrugged.
"I didn't think he'd come here."
"You threatened to sic Luke on me if I didn't come," Jess reminded.
"Well, I figured you'd head to the inn."
"I did. I came here so you'd know I was here. But no one was home, so I got the key out of the turtle. I had work to do anyway. The house is nice and quiet."
"Well, good. You can watch movies with us since you're here," she added.
Jess glanced up at Rory, who still looked a little pale, and shook his head no.
"I should get to the inn, finish this up. I have a deadline. I will come by tomorrow, for the party as promised."
"It starts at 7," Lorelai nodded. Jess put the bound notebook into his bag and nodded to everyone as he left.
"You okay?" Lorelai turned to Rory, still freaked looking.
"Yeah, just, I didn't expect a person there. It just jump-started my heart a little," she said, moving to sit on the couch. Tristan sat next to her, rubbing her back a little. Lorelai headed back into the kitchen to get rid of the skillet, mumbling something about how useless they were in general, and brought out three mugs of fresh coffee. They decided on three movies, and started the first one. By the time Luke got home, Rory was asleep in Tristan's lap, and his head as bent back against the top of the couch. Lorelai was curled up on the other end of the couch at Rory's feet, also asleep. He kissed the top of Lorelai's head and covered them with blankets before making his way upstairs.