A/N: Thanks to everyone for the AWSOME reveiws! they're so encouraging, and extremely helpful
The Saga of Mary and Bible Boy
Chapter 4 Rory Laughs Despite Herself
"Quiet down class! Settle down!" Mr. Medina said from his desk. The whispering ceased.
"I know you're all wondering why I have a black eye and swollen lip, so I will end the suspense here and now. Your very respected teacher did not take part in a bar fight, to many of your's dismay. Unfortunately, I was in a very destructive car accident, hit by a drunk driver."
The class laughed half-heatedly at Mr. Medina's attempt of a joke, but quieted, suprised by the sadness evident on their usually goofy teacher's face. "Also in the car was my fiance Lorelei Gilmore and her daughter, your classmate, Rory Gilmore."
At this point, the class was startled and silent. Mr. Medina was noticably trying to hold back tears. "Both Gilmores are in a coma, and neither is expected to pull through." He finished in a raspy voice, and knowing a breakdown would soon follow, he excused himself and left for the teackers lounge, where he could mourn in peace. (A/N: someone doesn't have to be dead for you to mourn. I think there just has to be a loss of some kind)
Emily Gilmore sat crying at Hartford Hospital. She was wrapped in a chair in the room both her daughter and grandduaghter shared, waiting for the doctor's news about the latest tests.
When he came, Emily greeted him weakly.
"Mrs. Gilmore. Rory's swelling seems to be going down, and we expect her to wake in about 24 hours." Emily sighed with releif, relaxing a little.
"But, Lorelei's swelling has stayed the same, and if it doesn't start to recede soon, I'm afraid it is likely she may never again wake up," the doctor stated in a regretful tone.
Emily thanked him through her sobs, and settled back into the chair she had been occupying restlessly sice arriving. Gradually, she cried herself to sleep.
"Where is Rory going to stay once she wakes?" Richard asked.
She could mave to Boston and live with me," Christopher offered thoughfully.
"Nonsense!" Emily exclaimed. "She can't leave Chilton at this point in her senior year."
"Then she will stay with you," Christopher decided.
"I was just down in the basement when your mother came to town Richard, Its large down there, and it even has a little kitchen," Emily said thoughtfully. "I know! How about we get it refurbished, and it can be like her own suite! I'm sure she's going to want her space after this tragedy, and she has always been a quiet one."
"How fast can it be done?" Christopher asked.
"Oh! What's Oprah's interior decorator's name?" Richard asked. "Nate! Yes, it's Nate! He does stuff on the show in only a few hours, and it's all amazing! I'm sure he could have it done in about a week!"
"Perfect," Emily said, smiling for the first time in 48 hours. She left to go back and sit beside Lorelei.
"We'll talk about you watching Oprah some other time Richard," Christopher said, slapping him on the back before following Emily in.
Rory awoke to a seering pain in the back of her head. She slowly opened here eyes. It took her a few moments to process where she was, and that her mother was not stirring in the bed beside her. Slowly, all here memories of the accident came back to her. She started to cry.
A week later, Rory went home. Her new home. Her mother was left behind in the hospital.
She walked into the house, in a daze.
"Rory, would you like to see what we've done to the basement?" Emily asked, concerned.
"Sure," she answered, allowing herself to be lead down one of the many winding staircases.
She looked at the place as she decended the stairs. It was awsome. Her grandmother smiled, pleased. She had even gone as far to take Nate to the Gilmore's house in Stars Hollow, and he had decorated the place in a way that made her feel almost at home.
"There's a living room, kitchen, bedroom with a walk-in-closet, t.v.room, bathroom, and a small library," Emily informed her proudly.
"Thank you grandma," Rory said queitly, hugginge her, before retiring to her new bedroom, exhausted.
The next day was Saturday. Rory spent if sifting through the bags of cards she had received at the hospital, but had too bad a head ache to read before that.
There was one from Lane....
Rory,
I love you sooo much. Oh my god, I can' t beleive this happened! Okay. I'm supposed to be cheering you up. Call me soon, I miss you.
Love Always,
Lane
and one from Luke.
Rory,
Don't worry about your mother. I'm sure shes going to be fine.I'm convinced that her end will be a reprecussion from all the junk food and coffee she devours.
Luke
There was even one from Mrs. Kim!
Dearest Rory,
I hope you now realize that god punishes those who go around kissing boys.
Get better,
Mrs. Kim
From school there was one from Paris........
Rory,
I hope you get better soon. I'm going insane with noone to listen to besides Louise and Madeling's mindless chit chat.
Sincerely,
Paris
Louise..........
Rory,
I hear you got a new walk in closet! Take me through it some time!
Always,
Louise
Madeline...........
Hey Rory!
Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer up!
Madeline. (who else?)
and finally, Tristan.
Mary,
Now that I've almost lost you, I realize just how much I really want you. Now, your gonna have to come with your best game, cause I'm gonna be so damn irresistable. :o) Did I make you blush yet? I'm just kiddin around Mar. See you soon.
Yours Truly
The almighty and powerful king of Chilton, Tristan Dugray
Rory laughed despite herself, but stopped abruptly. How could she laugh when her mother was still lying unconcious in a hospital bed?
A/N: so here it is! what comes next? oh so many possibilities! Review, review review!
