Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, or the song Healing Hands…so, don't sue me.
A/N: Wow. I have FINALLY updated this…I can't even express how sorry I am. But, I feel accomplished. Lol. I hope you guys aren't too mad at me. Well, this is close to the end, cause even from the beginning, I promised myself that it wasn't going to be long. Anyways, this chapter is ALL Literati stuff, YAY. Lol. So, will that make up for me not updating? Well, it's a start.
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"Are you going to go all freaky on me?" Rory looked up innocently, as Jess walked into the room. Her nose was still red from the outside coldness, and Jess had only taken a small amount of time to get yelled at by Luke. They were back at the apartment, and Luke had told her to go upstairs while he spoke to Jess about 'some things.' But, now that he was back, she suddenly felt an urge to repeat what they had done on the bridge.
Jess sighed, walking into the little kitchen, and after taking two beers out, he kicked it shut. "Freaky? No. So freaking mad at Luke? Yes." He took a swing of his beer, and handed Rory the other one.
Rory took a hold of the drink by the napkin wrapped around it and examined it closely before taking a huge gulp. "How is doing this going to help our situation?"
"It won't. But, it'll go away for a second."
"A second isn't a very long time." Rory said logically, setting her beer down and then looking up at Jess. "We kissed."
Silence.
"We did kiss right, it wasn't my hallucination?" She repeated.
"It wasn't. We kissed."
"Okay, you don't sound thrilled."
Jess took a sip of his beer, and sighed. "Well, Luke's mad. I told him that I wouldn't kiss you or anything, I promised that everything with us would stay friendly."
"Well, it's not like we can help this kind of thing."
He didn't even look at her. "Rory, do you have any idea what it felt like when you kissed me for the first time in so much time? It was like, boom, everything just came rushing back. But, the thing was, when I kissed you, you obviously didn't feel the same thing. You wanted to get rid of all that emotion--,"
"So, I kissed you?" Rory looked at him like he was crazy. "I kissed you because I wanted to, not because I was sad…or I don't know. What are you trying to do here?"
"You were angry, so you kissed me, it was like you were using me for something other than because you felt anything. And, I have no problem with that. I know your going through something and you need to get all of that stuff your feeling out."
Rory picked up her beer, and started taking big gulps from it. "I don't know. I don't know why I do anything I do anymore. It doesn't make sense to me either, it's like someone else is deciding whether I should do something or not." She bit her lip hard. "Like right now, part of me wants to just break down and die, and the other part of me wants to kiss you hard and just not stop."
His heart missed a leap and he let his hands hang loose. "Where do you want to go?"
"No, it isn't right. At all. We'd be doing this for the wrong reasons, it wouldn't be fair to you."
"Rory, don't worry about me, I'm trying to care about you. Luke is trying the kid Rory approach, and it's not working. But, maybe I can let adult Rory loose and she can get some of that sourness out of her system." He nodded, "Now, what does adult Rory want to do?"
She felt a big knot in the back of her throat. "Can we go to the bridge again? It may be cold, but I like it better there."
Luke wasn't down in the diner when they got there, but they hardly cared. They rushed out of there, he was pulling her numbly along, and when they got to the bridge; they both just stared down at their sacred place. He took off his coat and placed it down in the middle, she looked at him with melancholy in her eyes.
Tonight I cried the tears of a child
Who knows what fear runs deep and wild
Inside
But the river's in flood tonight
Their skin connected, and her body fit in his, it was so perfect that they were afraid that if they pulled away their sacred connection might break. His arms were around her, but she didn't feel safe. And it was like if he couldn't do it for her, who could.
I lay down and the light streamed across my face
I felt the beauty of some deeper grace
And I tried
To find my way to the other side
Her tears shined in the night, and the stars were the only light that guided them that night. Her porcelain skin and touch drove him out of his mind. Her hands were careful, and shaky, while his were rough and giving her the closure.
I feel your skin as smooth as silk
Drunk like a baby on his mama's milk
Take me down under the wishing tree
Lay your healing hands on me
The swans that were lurking by were their witness, and when the wind blew by, they felt as if they weren't alone. And that might have scared Rory more than anything she had ever experienced. They were graceful, and it was like their movements spoke for themselves, and these words were the most honest words that had come out of their mouths yet. Because everything was based on a lie, it was for them, and that was what kept them going, they were together and it wasn't a lie.
Been a long time riding this deserted train
There's no messiahs out here, baby
But I found the Holy Grail all right
'Cause I'm lying in your arms tonight
She was his' for a night, and he was her's.
I feel your skin as smooth as silk
Drunk like a baby on his mama's milk
Take me down under the wishing tree
Lay your healing hands on me
Lay your healing hands on me