a/n: Wow, I just posted a new short little story and ever since then I've been working on this chapter non stop. I hope you like this one because now I think it starts to get interesting. I seriously apologize for the lack of action in the last 4 chapters. But anyways, enjoy the chap. & please drop a review if you can ! )
disclaimer: sorry, nowhere near as brilliant enough to come up with something like gilmore girls.
Since I didn't get any reviews with questions I needed to answer I decided to do something I should've done awhile ago. A HUGE thanks to the people who put this story on their favorites. So, Anonymously Forgotten, hollyfan4eva, joellekyle0712, rockerchic101, roryandkirefreak, and tickle582, thanks again. When I first wrote this story I was really worried no one would read it and I'm so happy people are liking it that much. But enough of the sap stuff, onto the story:
Chapter 5: The Hero Takes A Fall
"Rory? God, you could've at least told me you were getting out of the car," Tristan said walking into the diner.
She didn't hear him though. She was to busy staring at the woman. The woman who had her hair, her smile, and her eyes.
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"Rory?" Tristan asked. He was getting kind of nervous about the staring match between her and this woman. "Do you know her?"
"No."
"Well, here are your coffee's kid."
"Thanks." She walked over to the counter to pay. As she turned around, ready to leave, the woman grabbed her arm.
"Rory? Rory Parker?"
"No. No I'm sorry, you must be mistaken." She pulled her arm free and was headed to the door when a voice stopped her.
"Please Rory, please wait."
Slowly she turned around, "Yes?"
"From the look in your eyes I'm guessing you already know who I am. God, this is so not how I wanted this to happen. My name is Lorelai and Rory, I'm your biological mom."
For the first time in her life, Rory was speechless. Slowly she backed away towards the door where Tristan put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Rory I know you don't owe me anything but please, can I just talk to you?"
"You're right about one thing," Rory replied finally getting back some of her courage. "I don't owe you anything. You lost the right to talk to me sixteen years ago when you gave me up!"
"Rory please, let me explain."
"No! You have no idea how many nights I had spent wondering who you are, where you were. I figured you must have been in another country to never have made any contact with me. But here you are, only miles away from where I used to live. I always thought you had to be this poor woman who people took pity on. I was a fool. Here you are living your life in Small Town, America leaving me with no idea who my mom was. Do you know I used to cry for you? I felt so sorry for my mother. I would wake up screaming for you and I know it killed her inside. Nice ring by the way." Rory sneered, referring to the diamond ring on her left hand.
"Rory, that's not all there is to the story. You don't know what my life was like, what yours would be like."
"You're right, I don't know. I can't imagine it would be worse then never knowing where you came from." This time Rory was dead set on leaving this diner as soon as possible. All she wanted to do was go back home and forget all of this ever happened.
Just as Rory turned the handle, Lorelai called out to her. "You can hate me if you want, I deserve it. But please, before you resent me for your whole life I want you to know the whole story. When you get home ask your mother for the letter. I'm sure she'll know what you're talking about."
Rory acted as if she hadn't heard her and she just walked out. Once she was out of seeing-range to the diner she breathed deeply.
"Mar, are you okay?"
"I-I don't know."
"Can you explain to me what that was all about?"
"She's my mom."
"So she said."
"I was adopted. I never knew much about my mom. All I knew was she was young when she had me and as soon as I was born I belonged to the Parker's. I'm so confused Tris. All of this is happening so fast. My parents divorced, I moved, then I moved in with my aunt here, I met Nikki and Brad, I started Chilton, I met you, and now this. It's like my life is in fast forward and I can't do anything about it."
"Shh Mar, it's gonna be okay," he said as he pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair.
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Just for being here for me. I mean, I just screamed at you in the car and then walked away without telling you where I was going. Yet here you are comforting me."
"Yeah well, that's just the type of amazing guy I really am."
She laughed, "You're amazing alright. You and your ego."
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"Lor, are you okay?" Luke asked concerned.
"Well let's see, the daughter I was forced to give up for adoption sixteen years ago suddenly comes into my life and she hates me. Yep, I'm just peachy."
"Can I do anything?"
"Yeah actually, don't wait up for me. Tonight, I'm going to see Emily and Richard."
"Are you sure? Lorelai, think about this."
"I am. I ran away from there a week after Rory was born and I haven't spoken to them since. I think it's about time they got a wake up call from the prodigal daughter."
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Twenty minutes later, Tristan's silver car pulled up to the half circle driveway of Rory's home.
"So I guess we'll work on the project another time."
"Yeah, I'm not really in the mood to do it right now."
"It's understandable. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Do you actually want to come in with me? I mean, my mother probably isn't home and my aunt is still in France. I just really don't wanna be alone right now."
Tristan smiled, "Sure, as long as you promise you won't seduce me."
"I think that's a promise I can make."
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A few blocks away, another car pulled into the driveway of another large society mansion. Getting out of her Jeep, and slamming the door as she did so, Lorelai made her way to the door. Before she rang the doorbell she took a minute to collect her thoughts. Coming face to face with her parents was going to be hard. She closed her eyes and saw the hurt that filled Rory's eyes when she found out who she was. That hurt would never had been there if these cold hard people hadn't made her give up her baby. Newly determinated, she pushed the doorbell a few times and waited for the maid of the week to open the door.
To her surprise it was not a maid that answered the door, it was her mother.
"Hello Emily," she said in a sickingly sweet voice. Her mouth formed a small smile as she saw the shock that filled the elder Gilmore's face. "Did you miss me?"
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"You're kidding, right?"
"One never kids about Willy Wonka."
"You're actually telling me to sit here and watch a kid's movie? It's got little men with green hair and some weird squirrels."
"You forgot about the chocolate waterfall."
"You really are serious," he said as more of a statement then a question.
"Completely."
"Fine, I'll make the coffee."
"Good boy," Rory said patting his head.
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"Would you like a drink?" Emily asked, leading her daughter into the house.
"No thanks, I'm just here to talk."
"Talk? Talk about what? Your father's away on business, I hope this wasn't too important."
"To me it is but to you, probably not."
"Lorelai, could you be anymore vague?"
"Fine, let's just skip straight to the point. I saw Rory today. Before you ask, yes it was that Rory. And yes, I'm sure. Now normally if I saw my
only daughter for the first time in sixteen years I would be happy, but there's a problem. She hates me and it's your fault. You made me give her
up. You took her from me! You took away the only person I loved. I guess that was your plan though."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"You know, the expression 'misery loves company'. Sometimes I think that quote was based after you. Here you were living your stuffy, black and
white, straight laced life. You had any material thing you could have ever wanted but that couldn't keep you happy, nothing could! God knows I couldn't. You were incapable of loving so you made sure I couldn't either. God forbid somebody do something to tarnish the sacred Gilmore name!"
"Lorelai you're being illogical. You could never have raised that baby yourself, you were sixteen! You were still a child!"
"I grew up the minute the strip turned pink so do not tell me I was too young to raise her. It's not like I ever had a childhood here anyway! But I'm done with this. So you know what, have a great life here by yourself. Enjoy your next DAR meeting and when 'the girls' ask you when your daughter will be joining you can look at them and laugh telling them you never had a daughter. Go drown your sorrows out in a drink just like you did when I was growing up. Goodbye mother."
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Rory and Tristan were about half way through the movie when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Rory shouted.
"Hi kids," Lyla said coming into the room. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Nope, I was just introducing Tristan to the wonderful world of Willy Wonka."
She laughed, "You always did have some strange fascination with that movie. Anyway, I got your message on my way home. Do you still need to talk?"
"Yeah, there's something I need to tell you."
Tristan, knowing they had a lot to talk about, waved goodbye and promised to see Rory the next day.
"What's up honey, are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Well actually, no I'm not. I saw Lorelai Gilmore today."
"You did?" Lyla was shocked. "Where?"
"Stars Hollow."
"And she told you who she was?"
"Yeah."
"Then what happened?"
"Well I kind of told her I hated her. But she really couldn't be expecting a Brady moment where she'd be forgiven for giving me up and we'd all share a happy hug. I just- it's really hard seeing her and knowing that she chose to give me away."
"Rory, I think there's something you need to see." Lyla reached under Rory's bed to get the photo album she'd had for years. It contained pictures from Rory's first steps, to her first graduation. Reaching into the pocket that held Rory's birth certificate, she pulled out a piece of neatly folded paper. "Lorelai, your mom, she wanted you to have this when you'd be ready. I think you finally are."
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Emily Gilmore gave a wistful sigh as she picked up a photo album that looked much like Rory's own. She opened it to the first page where a short letter was written:
Dear Lorelai, Emily, and Richard,
These are some of our favorite pictures of Rory. She's doing great with us and she's adjusting to Elementary School very well. Her teachers have all said she's extremely bright for someone her age. Enjoy these pictures and thank you once again for giving us the wonderful opportunity to adopt Rory, we love her so much.
Sincerely,
Lyla and Michael Parker
Emily flipped through the pictures and looked at the beautiful little girl who held so many similarities to her own daughter. It was the first time in sixteen years she ever doubted the decision she made. Maybe saving the family name wasn't worth the family getting broken up.
Maybe Lorelai had been right all along.
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Rory sat on her bed, clutching her favorite stuffed dog. Her mother told her she was ready, but she wasn't so sure. Taking a huge sip from her mug of coffee she finally decided to get it over with.
Lorelai Leigh,
Wow, I have no idea how to start these things. I've never really had to write a letter before but this one is especially hard. I don't know when you're going to read this, if you ever do, but I guess there are just some things I want you to know. I don't want you to grow up thinking that I never loved you and that's why I gave you up. Don't ever think for one second that that's true. My life is far from perfect. I hope you will never know what it's like to have parents who always manage to find something wrong with you and are constantly trying to control your life. Society life is not a perfect walk in the park. Nobody cares about anybody and basically it just sucks. I hope that when you're in New York with the Parker's, you'll live a great life.
As you probably know, I got pregnant with you at sixteen. You're dad's name is Chris and my parents wanted us to get married so bad. I can't let that happen though. When I told them that they said fine and told me they had another option. A week later I was going into labor and that was when Emily decided to tell me that the other option was adoption. She had already called the agency and picked out a family for you to live with. I had no say in it at all. I hate this so much. Right now you're asleep in my arms and I don't know why, but for the first time in my life I feel whole. I think it's safe to say you're the first person I've ever loved, even if you were a baby. I've never loved my parents, as harsh as that sounds. They're just two more elitists hoping they had a boy to take over the family buisness, instead they had me. I'm not sure if I've ever loved Chris. Of course I liked him, he swept me off of my feet and we had this strong connection. I'm not sure if it was ever love though.
I can't believe that in such a short time you're going to be taken from me. Although this is hard, you'll probably be better off being raised away from this place. Emily chose the adoption specifically so I was not allowed to have contact with you until you're 18. But be prepared because November 11th, 2003 I'll be knocking down your door. I love you and I will always be a part of you. Good luck for the next few years until I see you again.
Love Your Mom,
Lorelai Victoria
Rory re-read the letter a total of ten times before letting it all sink in. Her mom really did love her, she was just young and confused at the time. Throw in a control freak mother and life's got to be hard on anyone.
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After going through the photo album, Emily made a decision. Picking up a pen and a piece of paper she began to start a letter of her own. As she began thinking about Lorelai's words in the hall earlier that evening a sharp pain through her heart started up. Suddenly, the pen dropped from her hand and the last thing she could remember was her maid yelling for her as she slipped into darkness.
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Lorelai was munching on a pop tart and listening to her Bangles CD. This had always made her feel better in the past, she just hoped it would now. As her favorite song started, the phone rang. Slowly she made her way towards the fridge, briefly remembering that's where she put it last.
"Hello?"
The hero is exposed when his crimes are brought to the light of day
"This is an urgent message for Lorelai Gilmore, the daughter of Emily and Richard Gilmore. Is that you?"
Won't be feeling sorry sorry sorry on the judgement day
"Well it was, I'm Lorelai Danes now."
Wasn't it me who said there'd be a price to pay?
"Well Mrs. Danes, I'm afraid I have some bad news. Something terrible has happened your mother..."
After the man explained the situation she just said a polite 'thank you', and hung up. After everything this man just told her about her mother, all she could think about was the day in the hospital, sixteen years ago. The day she was forced to give up the first person she ever loved.
And I won't feel bad at all, when the hero takes a fall.
a/n: Ahh, suspense ! Haha, well what happens next in the story is completely up to you guys. Review and let me know what you want to happen to Emily. Should she live? Should she die? Should there be more options?
And I'm sorry to disappoint any Trory's reading this but I have a feeling troryness won't make it's way to this story. I know that sucks being that it was basically the basis for my writing it, but this story kind of took a completely different turn from where I started. If there's any point in the rest of the story I can add them getting together then I will.