Title: Not All Angels Have Wings (4/?)
Author: TJ Theriault
Disclaimer: If anyone actually thinks I own ANY of the characters in this story, then you're alot richer than I am.
Pairings: B/X, Rory/Tristan Willow/Kennedy (what can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic)
Spoilers: General spoilers for Gilmore girls, and Buffy's on its last season, anyway.
Summary: More zany Gilmore/Summers action! (Get you minds out of the gutter right now!)
Note: #= stressed, because I don't like using italics. = thoughts, because I'm already #. Also, try to imagine the timeline as just after Rory has graduated from high school, but just before the final fight royale on Buffy.
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After explaining to Rory, and filling in the blanks to Lorelia, They'd arrived at the Summers House, or 'Club Med Sunnydale', as Xander had begun to call it since the army of potentials had moved in.
"So let me get this straight," Rory asked, trying to understand the wackiness that was the Scoobies and their world. "Vampires, werewolves, mummies, and anything else that was ever written in a horror novel acually exist in the real world."
"Yep," said Dawn, still surprise by how calmly Rory was taking in this information. "Even met a Frankstein once."
"Your sister has killed at least one of each, but specializes in vampires," Lorelia continued, trying to fill in the holes from the little she knew, thanks to Spike's drunken ramblings about 'that blonde she-devil from Cali.' She hadn't gotten too many details, but she knew the basics.
"Also correct," Dawn answered. Lorelia was another mystery that she had to add to her 'need more info' list. Maybe I'll ask Spike next time I see him, she thought, opening the door. "Honey, I'm home!" she bellowed, earning a snicker from both Gilmores.
"Hello and welcome to Fantasy Island," said a voice in an obviously fake Italian accent. "Tattoo, get their bags."
"Honestly Xander," Dawn said with a small chuckle. "One classic TV marathon on Nick At Night, and you think you're Ricardo Montobond."
Xander held out his arms. "Then allow me to make it up to you by showing these lovely ladies to their room." With that, he took their bags and led them up the stairs and into Willow's room.
"Dawn said that Willow was a witch," Rory said, her eyes scanning the room. There were herbs and spices everywhere, both fresh and store bought. The walls were painted in various shades of white, each one seeming to shine in the moonlight. "This room isn't magical though," she said with a mix of awe and fear. "It's more like it's...lonely, somehow."
"What do you mean?" Xander asked. He'd learned a long time ago that when anybody seemed to 'sense' something, it was always a good idea to get more info. "Do you feel anything?"
After giving Xander a strange, shocked look, Rory answered him. "I think I can feel...death somehow," she said in a hushed whisper. "Is this...?" She let the question pass, not wanting to actually remind anyone of Tara's untimely fate.
"This is the last place I saw Tara," Dawn supplied. "How did you know?" she asked. "Can you, like, see dead people or something?"
"My father once told me that we had a bit of gypsy blood in us from the old country," Lorelai explained. "Rory's always had a knack for sensing where things have happened in a house." Watching her daughter stand in one place in particular, a place that had a small painting of a rose on the floor, she knew that Rory was looking at the place that Tara had died. "Death in particular. Heck, when we went on a tour of an old colonial house, she could evgen tell me where someone was born." Sensing their confusion, she decided to lengthen the story. "I'm talking about the exact #room# here, folks." She had to chuckle at the memory. "I can even remember her going up to the tour guide and asking him how many people had been born in that room."
"And?" Dawn asked, Tara memntarily forgotten in favor of this new curiosity. Being a mystical key, other forms of magick fasinated her.
"The guide couldn't remember if it was four or five kids," Rory interjected, her voice comepletely neutral, as if it were someone else that was speaking. "After I stood still like I am right now, I told him that it was six." Turning around with a smile, she kept going with her tale. "He checked the family bible they had on hand for the family that had lived there and it turned out that there were seven children born in that particular family in as many years."
"So you were off by one?" one of the pontentials asked. She was part of a group that had gathered to hear the story and wouldn't leave untill they were satisfied that it was over.
"Nope," Rory answered, smirking now instead of her previous smile. "Turns out that the seventh, the oldest, was born at the town's first hospital, another part of the tour." Pausing for both breath and effect, she walked over to the bed and sat on it, so that she could talk to her entire captive audience. "The rest, all six of the younger children, were all home births."
"Whoah," another of the pontentials uttered in awe. "What happened then?"
"We got in our car and drove off," Lorelia said, hearing the group sigh of disappointment. "What? That house was the end of the tour!" After the laughter had died down, she took an old book out of her suitcase. "I always carry the copy of the family bible that they gave us for free that day. It makes a great conversation piece at parties."
"Do you want to switch rooms?" Dawn asked, worried that being in the presence of death would frighten Rory and her mother. She hadn't even stepped into the room for weeks after she found Tara, bloody and dead on the floor. It had been her mother's room before Tara and Willow had moved in, and the spectre of death was almost like a permanent resident in this room.
"That's okay," Rory said, casually dismissing her new friend's worry with a flick of her wrist. "I said I felt death, not a dead person's spirit." Seeing her mother starting to unpack her bags, she laid back on the bed. "Besides, I've never slept in a haunted room before." Playing off her mom's chuckle, she looked around one more time. "By the way," she began to ask as Dawn and the rest of them started to leave the room, "could anyone tell me why I seem to be getting a
warm feeling in some areas of the room?"
"It was my mother's room," came a voice from the hall. A blonde woman walked into the room, casting off an unconsious air of leadership. "My name's Buffy, by the way."
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Okay, so that 'Rory as a gypsy' subplot was a complete surprise to me, too. I just started typing whatever came into my head. I actually had no idea whatsoever what was going to happen untill I was done. Now that that's over with, more character development later. For anyone asking me when the real plot's gonna happen, all I have to say is that I've been known to write fics that were nine or ten parts long before, so I might try to beat that record this time. Untill then,
just know that OZ, Charlie and Tristan should show up soon, as in after the next part. I said #should#, though, not would.
Author: TJ Theriault
Disclaimer: If anyone actually thinks I own ANY of the characters in this story, then you're alot richer than I am.
Pairings: B/X, Rory/Tristan Willow/Kennedy (what can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic)
Spoilers: General spoilers for Gilmore girls, and Buffy's on its last season, anyway.
Summary: More zany Gilmore/Summers action! (Get you minds out of the gutter right now!)
Note: #= stressed, because I don't like using italics. = thoughts, because I'm already #. Also, try to imagine the timeline as just after Rory has graduated from high school, but just before the final fight royale on Buffy.
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After explaining to Rory, and filling in the blanks to Lorelia, They'd arrived at the Summers House, or 'Club Med Sunnydale', as Xander had begun to call it since the army of potentials had moved in.
"So let me get this straight," Rory asked, trying to understand the wackiness that was the Scoobies and their world. "Vampires, werewolves, mummies, and anything else that was ever written in a horror novel acually exist in the real world."
"Yep," said Dawn, still surprise by how calmly Rory was taking in this information. "Even met a Frankstein once."
"Your sister has killed at least one of each, but specializes in vampires," Lorelia continued, trying to fill in the holes from the little she knew, thanks to Spike's drunken ramblings about 'that blonde she-devil from Cali.' She hadn't gotten too many details, but she knew the basics.
"Also correct," Dawn answered. Lorelia was another mystery that she had to add to her 'need more info' list. Maybe I'll ask Spike next time I see him, she thought, opening the door. "Honey, I'm home!" she bellowed, earning a snicker from both Gilmores.
"Hello and welcome to Fantasy Island," said a voice in an obviously fake Italian accent. "Tattoo, get their bags."
"Honestly Xander," Dawn said with a small chuckle. "One classic TV marathon on Nick At Night, and you think you're Ricardo Montobond."
Xander held out his arms. "Then allow me to make it up to you by showing these lovely ladies to their room." With that, he took their bags and led them up the stairs and into Willow's room.
"Dawn said that Willow was a witch," Rory said, her eyes scanning the room. There were herbs and spices everywhere, both fresh and store bought. The walls were painted in various shades of white, each one seeming to shine in the moonlight. "This room isn't magical though," she said with a mix of awe and fear. "It's more like it's...lonely, somehow."
"What do you mean?" Xander asked. He'd learned a long time ago that when anybody seemed to 'sense' something, it was always a good idea to get more info. "Do you feel anything?"
After giving Xander a strange, shocked look, Rory answered him. "I think I can feel...death somehow," she said in a hushed whisper. "Is this...?" She let the question pass, not wanting to actually remind anyone of Tara's untimely fate.
"This is the last place I saw Tara," Dawn supplied. "How did you know?" she asked. "Can you, like, see dead people or something?"
"My father once told me that we had a bit of gypsy blood in us from the old country," Lorelai explained. "Rory's always had a knack for sensing where things have happened in a house." Watching her daughter stand in one place in particular, a place that had a small painting of a rose on the floor, she knew that Rory was looking at the place that Tara had died. "Death in particular. Heck, when we went on a tour of an old colonial house, she could evgen tell me where someone was born." Sensing their confusion, she decided to lengthen the story. "I'm talking about the exact #room# here, folks." She had to chuckle at the memory. "I can even remember her going up to the tour guide and asking him how many people had been born in that room."
"And?" Dawn asked, Tara memntarily forgotten in favor of this new curiosity. Being a mystical key, other forms of magick fasinated her.
"The guide couldn't remember if it was four or five kids," Rory interjected, her voice comepletely neutral, as if it were someone else that was speaking. "After I stood still like I am right now, I told him that it was six." Turning around with a smile, she kept going with her tale. "He checked the family bible they had on hand for the family that had lived there and it turned out that there were seven children born in that particular family in as many years."
"So you were off by one?" one of the pontentials asked. She was part of a group that had gathered to hear the story and wouldn't leave untill they were satisfied that it was over.
"Nope," Rory answered, smirking now instead of her previous smile. "Turns out that the seventh, the oldest, was born at the town's first hospital, another part of the tour." Pausing for both breath and effect, she walked over to the bed and sat on it, so that she could talk to her entire captive audience. "The rest, all six of the younger children, were all home births."
"Whoah," another of the pontentials uttered in awe. "What happened then?"
"We got in our car and drove off," Lorelia said, hearing the group sigh of disappointment. "What? That house was the end of the tour!" After the laughter had died down, she took an old book out of her suitcase. "I always carry the copy of the family bible that they gave us for free that day. It makes a great conversation piece at parties."
"Do you want to switch rooms?" Dawn asked, worried that being in the presence of death would frighten Rory and her mother. She hadn't even stepped into the room for weeks after she found Tara, bloody and dead on the floor. It had been her mother's room before Tara and Willow had moved in, and the spectre of death was almost like a permanent resident in this room.
"That's okay," Rory said, casually dismissing her new friend's worry with a flick of her wrist. "I said I felt death, not a dead person's spirit." Seeing her mother starting to unpack her bags, she laid back on the bed. "Besides, I've never slept in a haunted room before." Playing off her mom's chuckle, she looked around one more time. "By the way," she began to ask as Dawn and the rest of them started to leave the room, "could anyone tell me why I seem to be getting a
warm feeling in some areas of the room?"
"It was my mother's room," came a voice from the hall. A blonde woman walked into the room, casting off an unconsious air of leadership. "My name's Buffy, by the way."
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Okay, so that 'Rory as a gypsy' subplot was a complete surprise to me, too. I just started typing whatever came into my head. I actually had no idea whatsoever what was going to happen untill I was done. Now that that's over with, more character development later. For anyone asking me when the real plot's gonna happen, all I have to say is that I've been known to write fics that were nine or ten parts long before, so I might try to beat that record this time. Untill then,
just know that OZ, Charlie and Tristan should show up soon, as in after the next part. I said #should#, though, not would.