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Rating: PG-13
Jess and Dean are Dead
pt 2
"Look what you did!"
"Me?!" Jess snarled. "It's not my fault!"
Rory, being completely passed out, had nothing to add to this argument.
"Well...what now?" Dean asked.
"We wait till she comes too."
"Won't she just pass out again?" Dean asked.
It was at this point that Jess began ignoring him.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"You guys make for some lousy angels."
Jess looked around to see two women walking toward them. One was tall, with dark skin and curly, shoulder-length dark hair. The other was short and pale with long blond hair. They both wore jeans and t-shirts.
"Who the hell are you?" Jess asked.
"Val sent us," The blond told them in a thick British accent. "I'm Quinn."
"Meeka," the other said with a nod.
"I'm Dean... and that's Jess, but he responds to Jack-Ass, too."
Jess glared. "Suck it, Forrester."
Dean advanced on Jess, but Quinn held him back. "Let's not, shall we?" She looked down at Rory, who was still passed out. "Oh, bloody hell."
Meeka smirked. "Looks like you boys did a number on her."
"Jess's fault," Dean replied.
"Was not!"
"Calm down, Ladies," Meeka interrupted. "When she comes around, be gentle with her. Be calm."
"I'll handle it," Dean nodded.
"You both will," Quinn ordered.
"He'll screw up!" Dean cried.
The girls waited for Jess to retort, but he said nothing. He only walked off.
Quinn watched him go. "Meeka, stay with the great bloody giant...I'll go after the other one."
Meeka nodded and watched her go.
"Oi, Jack-Arse!"
"It's Jess."
Quinn smirked. "Right, then. Couldn't resist."
He kept walking. "Did you want something?"
"What's wrong with you, ay?" Quinn asked, catching up a little more. "You love this girl, don't you? You wanna help her, right?"
Jess stopped and turned to her. "Dean's not wrong. I always screw up. Especially where Rory is concerned."
"She needs you," Quinn pointed out.
"Now that I'm dead," Jess replied. "I'm flattered, really. But you have the wrong guy." He began to walk again, but stopped suddenly.
"What?" Quinn asked. She followed his gaze into the building they stood in front of. Inside, a man in plaid was cleaning up with looked to be a restaurant.
Jess shook his head. "Nothing."
"You know him?"
"He's... he was my uncle."
"Oh," Quinn nodded sadly. "I'm sorry."
Jess shook his head again. "Whatever."
"Jess?"
"What?"
"What if you had a bit of incentive?" Quinn asked.
Jess squinted.
"Well... if... if you could talk to him... that bloke," Quinn explained. "Would you agree to try and be one of Rory's guardians?"
Jess stared in at Luke.
"Welcome back, Honey."
Rory squinted up. "Who are you?"
Meeka smirked. "Just a girl."
"Hey, Rory."
"Dean?"
Dean smiled. "Yeah."
She blinked. "You're dead."
Dean nodded. "I know."
"You're really, really dead," Rory went on. "It's been two weeks. Your funeral was two weeks ago."
Dean nodded and frowned. "Yeah... yeah it was."
"So... I'm dreaming?"
"Not so much, Rory," Dean replied. "It's weird... it's really weird, but... you're kind of stuck with us."
Rory blinked. "Us...?"
"Hey, Rory."
Rory's eyes widened. "Jess."
He nodded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
"What's going on?"
Jess sighed. "We're... we're supposed to help you."
"Help me?" Rory asked. "You're dead!" She got to her feet. "You're both dead!"
"Rory, wait," Dean said. "Please, wait. We can explain."
Jess gave a short glare to Dean. "Listen, Rory, it's weird, and stupid, but..." he sighed. "We're your guardian angels."
Rory stared at him.
And then she fainted again.
Meeka rolled her eyes. "Take her on home boys."
Quinn nodded. "We'll check up on you later."
They'd carried her home and Jess had climbed into her window. Dean passed Rory through and Jess put her into bed.
When he was pulling the comforter over her, she awoke. "Jess?"
He nodded.
She began to cry.
He left.
"Val!!"
"No, Quinn. My answer is no."
"He needs incentive!" Quinn argued, following Valerie around the office. "He can't just do this on nofing!"
"Quinn, your accent is getting heavier as you get angrier."
"Too right, I'm angry!" Quinn cried. "I've been in your service fer 'ow long?! Really bloody long! I've never asked you for anything! I'm asking you for one thing now!"
Valerie turned around. "I cannot give him special privileges. What about his partner! If I give one privileges and not the other..."
"It's the only way he agreed to do this!" Quinn fought. "I promised him!"
"Well, you shouldn't make promises that you cannot keep!" Valerie cried.
"Quinn's right," Meeka stepped in. "He ain't gonna do this without something to keep him going."
"And what about the uncle?" Valerie asked. "Some people go mad when they see the deceased!"
"And we're not worried about their charge?" Meeka asked. "Girl fainted twice!"
"She will be fine," Valerie reassured them. "I've taken special care."
"So take special care with the uncle," Meeka said. "Come on, what harm could it do?"
Valerie glared.
"I'll be y'best friend," Quinn promised with a smile.
Valerie's glare grew harsher.
Luke sighed heavily as he put up the chairs for closing time the next night. He'd become a bit mechanical in his actions the past few weeks.
In fact, his life had been mechanical.
He sighed, thinking back to the funeral two weekends ago. It had been small. Very small. Too small. Not many people showed up. Lorelai, Rory, Liz and TJ, a couple of people from town. A couple of people from New York.
Jimmy hadn't made it.
Luke had almost hopped a plain to California for the soul purpose of beating him up, but then deemed it not worth the price of a round-trip ticket.
He put up the last chair and glanced out the diner window.
He squinted.
"What in the hell...?" He slowly walked closer, squinting harder out into the summer night.
He could have sworn he saw...
"Jess?"
But there was nothing.
He sighed and took his baseball cap off, playing with it in his hands.
He turned off the lights and bounded upstairs.
Jess leaned on the window frame and watched him go. He looked down and then walked off into the night.