Disclaimer: I own a computer. I own a backpack. I own 4 highlighters. Yeah. That pretty much sums it up. Wait. I don't even own the computer. I'm a fifteen year old girl who aspires to become a psychiatrist but meanwhile I'm content with writing fanfiction. So. Amy Sherman-Palladino owns Gilmore Girls. Not me. I own various characters that you don't recognize. I also don't own the lyrics to No one Is Alone, the song at the beginning. That belongs to the wonderful Stephen Sondheim.

Mother isn't here now,

Who knows what she'd say?

Nothing's quite so clear now.

Feel you've lost your way?

You decide, but

You are not Alone.

-Into the Woods-

Chapter Four:

"So," Jess said, following after Rory as she walked ahead of him down Stars Hollow's main street. "Where are you bringing me?"

Rory stopped suddenly, causing Jess to bump into her, the small shock of electricity that went through them when they touched not going unnoticed by either.

The had stopped in front of Doose's Market and Rory stood doe-eyed through the front window.

"What are you—" Oh, Jess thought, looking in the window at what Rory was staring at. There was a apron clad beanstalk with floppy hair bagging groceries inside.

"Who's the beanpole?"

Rory backed up quickly, pushing him back with her, "I forgot, we can't go by there."

"Why not?"

She didn't answer him, she just began walking in the opposite direction until she reached the town junk yard they had passed several seconds before. Without saying a word, she threw her purse over the tall wire fence and began climbing it.

Jess jogged after her. "What are you doing? Were we going in the wrong direction or something?"

"Nope," Rory said, concentrating on the task at hand, getting to the top and dropping down, landing on her feet. "I can't go past the store."

"Care to tell me why?"

"Nope."

"Fine," Jess said, beginning to climb the fence as well. "I wouldn't picture you as the kind of girl to go around hopping fences."

"I'm not. I just climb this specific fence on a regular basis."

"Big difference," Jess responded as he landed on the ground. "Now where are we going?"

"There," Rory pointed as they walked through the junk yard, her expertly stepping over the spare car parts and him tripping over the unfamiliar clutter.

She was pointing at a small bridge over a pond. Nothing special.

"A bridge," Jess said, walking ahead of Rory and toward the bridge. "You brought me to a bridge."

"Yes. Yes I did," Rory sat down on the bridge and patted the spot next to her signaling for Jess to sit. "This is my favorite spot in the whole world."

Jess sat down next to her and was silent for about 10 seconds. Then, "So, why'd you do it?"

Knowing immediately what he was talking about, Rory's hand automatically went to her wrist, tracing the scar.

"I was alone."

"No one is alone, Rory."

Rory laughed awkwardly and squirmed. "Nice Sondheim quote, didn't know you were a Broadway man."

"More into Streisand than Sondheim," Jess smirked sarcastically. "Your mom died and you tried to kill yourself. You don't seem like the kind of person to do that."

"You don't know me."

"No, but I know people who've attempted to kill themselves. You're nothing like them."

At this Rory looked up, "You tried to kill yourself?"

"I didn't say that," Jess said, with a surprised look on his face.

"But you meant it."

"No I—Look. This is not about me. It's about you. You haven't talked to Luke and trust me. Not talking is not the answer. Soon, if you don't talk, you'll be sent to therapy. Do you want that?"

Rory broke down.

"She was my best friend."

A/N: And that is the end...

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