AN: Why is it so easy to write Rory when you don't think of her as Rory? I mean, I've got another character Sin, who's more Rory than Rory. Ugg. Please review, I really do enjoy reading them.... And by the way, the last chapter ended kind of funny, so, sorry about that.

AN2: Now, for sure, I want them to meet Lorelai. Except, I don't know whether she should fall back in time or Rory can accidentally take the three others to her time? I'm leaning towards the latter, but I want to hear what you have to say. And any words that are all capitals that wouldn't normally be capitalized are supposed to be italics. This stupid thing doesn't believe in italics.

SavvyKiwi: Thanks. Review mucho appreciated.

CHAPTER....Six? Or Five?

(General? POV)

It was after dinner and Elizabeth and the others were all relaxing in the library. Her father was in his study, away from Jack. He had agreed to having Jack over, as long as they didn't see each other during his visit. Then that way, maybe he could pretend the visit never even happened. It was still disconcerting, having a pirate in his home.

Rory sat in one of the high backed chairs, focusing all of her energy on the book in her hand while the others stared at her in some form of awe. Maybe it hit them that I really am from the year 2004, Rory thought, but why did it take three weeks?

"You know, luv," Jack spoke up, "Ye really are very different than that singing girl on the floor. I think I liked you better when you were coffee deprived. You were much more interestin' then. I mean, now, yer just no fun."

"You know Jack, my mom tells me that all the time." Rory said receiving a look from Jack.

"Oh Jack, I'm sure our friend has many interesting stories to tell. Don't you Rory?" Asked Elizabeth.

"She must!" Jack put in, "After all, I remind her of her mum."

"I guess I do." Rory said hesitantly.

"Well then, tell us one." Will said, all too happy to give up the staring. Why doesn't he talk? Thought Rory, I almost forgot he was here.

"Now that I think about it, they're not all that great."

"Nonsense. You must tell us something." Elizabeth pushed.

"Um. Okay," there goes that word again, "Um. I was born out of wedlock when my mother was sixteen," everyone but Jack gasped, "My father offered to marry my mom and she refused. She and I have been living alone ever since."

"Any thing else?" Will asked.

"Well, I could tell you about the zucchini."

"Zucchini?" Asked Jack, "You mean that vegetable that looks like a cucumber, but is really slimy on the inside? That?"

"Yes, that."

"Well what's so interestin' about zucchini?"

"It's interesting when you have to sleep in them to make sure that the heater keeping them warm doesn't suddenly shut off during the night."

"You sleep in zucchini patches?" Will asked, not believing his ears.

"Well," Rory said, becoming a bit self conscious, "Not on a regular basis. And that was my mom who slept in the zucchini anyway."

"Are ye sure yer from the planet Earth?" Jack asked just to clarify.

"Jack! Don't be rude." Elizabeth scolded.

"If ye tell someone that yer mother sleeps with zucchinis, ye should know that yer askin' fer it," was his logic, "So, does yer mum sleep with pumpkins too? Just curious, is all."

"Why do you want to know? Do YOU sleep with pumpkins?" Rory retorted.

"Jack Sparrow is above common vegetables." Jack said, a bit miffed. They'd practically forgotten Will and Elizabeth were still in the room.

"Pirates aren't above vegetables. Vegetables are nice enough not to get themselves killed." What was she saying? And where were Will and Elizabeth? Must have left.

(Rory POV)

"But they get eaten, now don't they?" They did. Damn.

"Vegetables don't sleep around with whores. Like pirates."

"Oh PLEASE! I'm sure there's a pumpkin or cucumber out there that's been used for a man or a woman's pleasure!" Jack burst out.(1)

Ew.

"Oh, that put ye off. Sorry 'bout that. Didn't mean it."

Eeeew.

"Come on luv, don't scrunch yer face up like that. Ye weren't pretty to begin with."

"Did you just call me ugly?" Was my jaw on the floor? No, it dropped right through the floor and into the room under.

"No. I did not call ye ugly. I just said ye weren't pretty. There's a difference. Of some sort." He looked uncomfortable. Good, let him squirm.

"What is wrong with me anyway?" I was curious now.

(Jack POV)

"Well, no offence, but... LOOK AT YOU! Yer eyes're to big fer yer face, ye've got no breasts, yer nostrils flare on a regular basis... and you have horrible ears." I'm in it now. She'll pretend to pretend this never happened and when I least expect it, two years later, right before I'm about to dock in Tortuga and find a strumpet, she'll hack off me men. And I don't mean me crew. Well, now that I think about it, I guess ye could call 'em-

"Ears? You don't like my ears?" Thank God she forgot her small breasts.

"No, they're entirely too... something."

"And you insult me for having a mother who cares about zucchini while you're the one with an ear fetish?" Her too big eyes were now tiny slits of... doom, yes, doom seemed to work.

"It is NOT a fetish! How many times do I have to tell ye people."

AN: Sucky place to end a chappy, but....

(1) That pumkin thing actually happened. Some man was caught doing a pumpkin not to long ago and the cucumber is a Greetings From Orange Grove reference.