Title: Emotionless
Author: Kate, kait or k8. to each their own, call me whatever you want.
Chapter: 6.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, probably never will. I just realized that i do own something. I own Atticus, Tobey, and all the other characters that aren't on the show right now. wow, i don't own much do i?haha.
Rating: R
Summary: AU fic. At 36 years of age, Jess Mariano has become the last person he ever wanted to be -- his father.
Thanks go to:
kat -- you are continually supportive of more than just my writing; you are a true friend.
julia -- thanks for your continual support for not only this story but also SWK. It means a lot that you took so much time to voice your concerns for me stopping, but don't worry - it ain't over until it's over.
ahmee -- here, this is writing isn't it! okay, so i know it's not SWK guys but c'mon, gimme a break!
Author's Notes: Sorry, short chapter, I suck, I know. Thank you guys sooo much for your reviews, they mean a lot to me.
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Jess ignored the death stares he got as he travelled through the small town. It didn't look like much had changed over the years...maybe one or two small differences, but on the grand scale it was exactly the same.
He was pretty sure he knew where he was heading because Lorelai had been successful at whatever she had ever tried to do, so her inn would most likely still be standing where it was when he left.
And indeed it was; on the lot where the Dragonfly had once stood. The basic structure was the same, but nearly everything else had been changed. It was perfectly Lorelai, just the right combination of class and craziness.
He made his way up the front doors, and came through the large entrance. Amidst the insanity, the dark man was barely cast a glance, until Lorelai emerged from her office and stopped dead in her tracks.
She had expected a smirk. It wasn't everyday that you saw the man that ruined your daughter's life - not in their scenario anyhow. She was awestruck, and disbelief engulfed her. Thoughts raced through her brain and vanished before she could grasp exactly how she felt. She turned and walked into her office.
Jess, who was slightly consumed with emotion after seeing the mother of his...well, there really wasn't a word for what they were, but seeing her was intense nonetheless, quickly mas made his way across the lobby of the inn.
He slowed when he reached her office door, which had only been haphazardly closed when she had bolted. Although he knew it would be ineffectual - he knocked as he pushed open the door.
Instead of seeing the brave, strong, independant woman who she had always been, he saw a crumpled little girl, hunched over he desk crying. Suddenly Jess was hit with deja vu and he remembered the only other time he'd seen her like this.
And he remembered what he had promised her.
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Rory dropped the copy of her article and sighed. Three times proofed and she still wasn't happy with it. If she didn't start focusing soon she wouldn't have it done in time for the next day's paper.
Coffee.
She needed it. The only time she had lived without it had been the eight agonizing months when she had been pregnant, and even then she slipped it by her mother, Luke, and...Jess.
Now she really needed some coffee.
Four things in this world induced the serious need for coffee - morning, work, her son, and Jess. So needless to say, she drank even more than when she was a teenager.
Thinking about Jess was hard. Harder for her than anyone, because she was the only person that understood why he left. And although she hated him for leaving her, she hated herself for letting him go. She could have stopped him, she had the power. She was just too blown away by the unorthodox situation that she was suddenly in.
Their eyes had locked, and she read his mind. Their thoughts mirrored each others for split seconds. What if I can't do this? She remembered. She wasn't her mother, she was scared as to how her child would end up. Maybe she couldn't handle it. She knew he could, but apparently he didn't. That was why he ran, because she couldn't.
He didn't believe in himself the way that she did. He didn't think that he was capable of raising another human being. And so he left, because that was the only way he'd ever learnt how to deal with things. But he left her alone, and that pissed her off.
Running gets you nothing, but coming back sometimes does. Of course, he never made it back.
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She looked up, her face stoic, Why are you here?
I thought it was time. he replied inching inside the door
The time is never right. she sat for a moment, having an internal struggle as to what to say. You've been sending more money lately. she stated.
I've had more to send, he said simply, then added and I figured Atticus would be heading off to university soon...if he's anything like Rory.
Her eyes snapped up when he said his name How'd you know his name?
He brushed it off, Story for another time.
She paused again, He's nothing like Rory. he waited for her to continue, moving himself once again, further into the office. He's just like...you. His expression didn't change but his eyes lit up, and she rolled her eyes, look, I'm not the one you should be talking to right now. Rory is supposed to be back from the city tomorrow. I'm going to call her and tell her you're here, and I'm letting her decide how long she's going to wait. Until she's back I want you to get a room in the inn and not leave this building. In fact, leave your room as little as possible.
Jess just nodded and turned to walk out of the office.
You broke your promise.
He turned back and looked her in the eyes, And I've regretted it everyday since.
