A/N: Okay, you guys wanted an update, here it is. ou're lucky that I love reviews, because I am currently surviving on four hours of sleep, a bottle of Aquafina, a bag of poporn, and a bowl of Scobby Doo Dog Bones cereal. This new chapter is still a short one like the others, but it explains a bit more about what's going on with Rory...read on!

Disclaimer:I own nothing but the plot. Oh, and the white place, I thought of the white place! Everything else is not mine. Touch the plot, and... -makes chopping motion and strangling gestures- Get the point? Good. Now you may read!

Rory was walking in a room. Actually, she didn't know if it was a room or not; everything was just white. It was an endless white plain, flat and uncolored. She had been there for a long time; she couldn't remember exactly how long, because both her cell phone and watch had disappeared when she entered this…what could she called it, an alternate reality?. She was dressed in a plain white dress, nothing else. "Hello?" she called out, as she did constantly. She liked to think that she called out every hour, but she couldn't be quite sure. "Is anyone here? Luke, Dean, Mom? Anyone?"

Suddenly she was plunged down into darkness. She screamed, never having done this before in her white prison. Suddenly she was looking down from what seemed to be the ceiling of Luke's diner.

"What the heck…?" She whispered as she watched carefully for signs of any intelligent life. Nothing. She tried testing her abilities; she could walk, but not on the floor. She seemed to levitate on thin air; she had no clue what was happening.

Suddenly she heard a lock in the door. She froze, realizing that it had to be Luke. She smiled. He would be able to tell her what was going on.

Luke pushed the door open, holding Lorelai's hand and pulling her inside. "Mom! Luke! I'm up here! What's going on?" She called down to them. But they didn't answer. She flashed them a puzzled look. "Mom? Luke? Helllloooooo?" They still didn't respond, but seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Mom, Luke! Hello?" She waved to them, but no response. They can't hear me, she realized, or see me!

"Jess, come on!" Luke called. A sullen face Jess slowly walked into the room, to Rory's surprise, but not displeasure. Her stomach leaped; she didn't know why, though. After all, she tried to convince herself, she had Dean. So why was her stomach full of butterflies when Jess entered a room and couldn't even see her? She decided to ponder it later, when she was in her white room. At least, if she ever got back there…

"Jess, we know you're mad, but…" Lorelai said gently, but she was interrupted by a very red-faced Jess.

"Mad? Mad is not the word. There is no word to describe how furious I am. So, Luke, Lorelai, you just casually decided not to mention that someone I knew very well has been in a coma for a year? Sure, when I come by a year later to visit my mom, you'll decide to take me to visit the one person in Stars Hollow who didn't openly hate me, other than you two? That's a great idea. Just fantastic!" He stormed upstairs, not stopping to pick up a picture he knocked off the wall when he slammed the door shut.

Lorelai sunk into a chair at the counter. "Got any coffee left?" Luke looked at her. "Do you even need to ask that question?" She smiled at his answer, covering her face with her hands as he set down her coffee and sat down next to her, sipping from his own cup and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't worry about him. After he gets over the initial shock of seeing Rory in a coma, he'll be much better about it." Did Rory hear correctly? Was she in a coma? Was that why she had been in that white place all this time? What did he say it was, a year?

"Oh, Luke, why didn't you tell him?"

He was silent for a moment, thinking it over. "I was afraid he would react like this. You know they were close when he was here."

Lorelai sighed. "Well, we'd better not let him know she's with Dean now. Well, at least, he hasn't decided to move on because she's not around." Rory smiled at Dean's mention. It was good to know that he boyfriend was still faithful to her, even though she had been gone for a whole year.

Luke nodded. "Yeah, he'd get even angrier. Although he might find out anyway, you know." Lorelai nodded as well, taking another sip of coffee. Suddenly Rory didn't see the diner anymore, and she was back in her white place.

Jess sat down on the couch with a groan. How could this be happening? How could they not tell him about this? It had been a whole freaking year! How could they?

He slowly breathed in, counting to ten. He was acting like a seven year old. They didn't know that he had feelings for Rory still, that he had thought about Rory every day for the whole time he had been gone. How could they, unless he told them? But he wasn't going to tell them, and he and Rory didn't have a chance if she stayed in the coma for the next week. After that he had to leave.

He hid his face in his hands. God, this was messed up. He needed to just talk to her, even if she couldn't hear him. He grabbed his jacket, pulling it on to keep out the early April chill, and stalked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Luke called to him.

"Out. I'll be back in an hour," he said over his shoulder, letting the door slam behind him.

Jess looked around, trying to see the hospital. There it was, towering over the trees a few blocks away. He set off, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking down to avoid eye contact.

Jess could hear a voice coming from Rory's room. It sounded oddly familiar, but she couldn't really place it. He walked towards the door as quietly as possible, peeking in and listening.

"Rory, I wish you would wake up." It was Dean. "I've been waiting for you, you know. I haven't given up. You'll get better someday, I know it." Dean had his face in his hands now, like he was about to scream and was trying to prevent it. "So, wake up soon, okay?" Dean looked over at her. "I love you, you know, and I'm willing to wait." Dean walked over to kiss Rory's forehead. He set a vase of flowers on a table near her head, grabbed his backpack, and walked out the door, Jess quickly stepping back, glad that Dean was distracted and didn't see him.

So, they were still together. Now he had even less of a chance. Still, he had to at least talk to her, even if it meant she couldn't hear him. He sat down in the chair Dean had occupied a minute before, head in his hands. After waiting in silence for long,

antagonizing moments, he looked up at her. Her hair was now pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and she was wearing a different shirt; he assumed Lorelai had changed her after he stormed out. She looked almost like an angel in a white, quarter-length shirt, with the white sheets pulled to her stomach now.

"Hey, Rory. Sorry about screaming this morning." There was calm, serene silence, like he knew there would be. He watched her. "You know, ever since I left, I've thought about you every day. I'm not sure why. I think I still have feelings for you." He said the world slowly, realizing that he meant them. "I want another chance with you. But you're in a coma, Rory, a freaking coma! You have a perfect boyfriend who's waited for you for all this time, who brings you flowers, visits you every day! I know when I can't compete, you know." The air was thick as his words weighed down the air. "If you wake up within the week, maybe I'll have a chance. But I haven't been here for you. I probably hurt you really badly when I just got up and left you, and I'm really, truly sorry about it. I should have written, called, something. I came back to see you, and here you are, in a coma. I just wanted you to know that I…I…I missed you." He swallowed. "Well, at least I know you can't hear me, so you can't laugh in my face." He tilted his head a bit. "But maybe you wouldn't have. You're not like anyone I've met, Rory Gilmore." He stood. "Well, I wanted you to know I'll be waiting for you, too." He walked out of the room, slightly shocked at his own boldness.

What Jess and Dean both didn't know was that Rory could, in fact hear them. She had once again been pulled out of her place to rest on the ceiling of her hospital room. She got to see herself in a coma, not moving, not thinking, and not doing anything, really. She didn't like it at all.

She had watched as Dean came in, bringing her sunflowers, her favorite. She listened as he told her he loved her, that he was waiting for her. She had also watched as Jess poured out his feelings, saying he had missed her. That he knew he had no chance with her. That he was sorry for hurting her. She had never seen this side of Jess. She had never seen Jess apologize so sincerely before. It amazed her, and made her smile. He was sorry! Really, truly sorry! Her stomach was jumping again, and she knew she hadn't completely gotten over him, no matter what she told everyone else. If only she would wake up! Then she could actually sort through this awful mess that was her life. She struggled with herself as she was tossed back into her white place. She stomped the ground, trying to break free of the invisible bonds that held her in her prison.

"Nurse! Nurse!" a doctor screamed as the alarm went off, "Get the mother over here! She's waking up!"

Sorry to leave you hanging there...actually, no, I really am not, but I felt I should say that anyways. I hpe you liked this, though I feel it was rushed. Please, feel free to give constructive crit, but no flaming please, it's not nice, and it makes the kittens cry. When the kittens cry, I tend to get out my big stick to poke people with and I prepare my Twinkie army...gah, I'm rambling. Next chapter very soon, if you review!

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