A/N: FINE, no slash, you all suck. It would have been good, swear to god. Moving on, Jess and Rory aren't going out (YET) , Dean is still in the picture, but there definitely will be some Lorelai/Luke, because I like them.

FYI: Jess mom is DEAD, so if you think he's too emotional, kill your mom and see how you feel. And Jess is human, so of course this is going to affect him, and in this chapter I delved into some deep rooted pain. So if you think that Jess is OOC, deal, he's adorable and you know it!

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The night angel lifts her gown and revels her lies to me

Fingers bandaged,

Oh, wonder girl what did you do?

Did you chew it off with allyour teeth,

So no one would ever see?

He will be loved...

The sight of a broken boy is something odd. The look and feel of it is something you can't seem to get off your skin after you see it. The cries that he cried seem to hover in the air, rotting it, making it utterly unbreathable.

Luke couldn't be here anymore, he couldn't. Jess had stopped crying, and he had stopped crying, but something hadn't stopped because for some reason the house was full of sounds of woe, it was as though everything was weeping. Every corner, every doorway, every bed sheet, everything.

Jess had been sitting on his bed since he had woken up that morning, and Luke had woken up with the sight of a matted teenage boy looking down at him from over the side of his bed. Luke had fallen asleep on the floor.

Luke had tried his best to be calm and kind all that morning, he had tried fixing breakfast, but after the third egg fell from his still shaking fingers, he had given up, and instead handed Jess a bowl of frosted flakes, which now sat on the night stand, completely untouched and uneaten.

The boy wasn't eating, that much was obvious, but Luke was still at a loss. Jess was his responsibility and he had no idea how to take care of him, he was the adult and yet here he was, hiding in the bathroom thinking of an excuse to leave the crying house that no one was crying in.

Luke, more than anything in the world wanted to see Lorelai, Luke always wanted to see Lorelai when something was wrong or he needed help, and now something was wrong, and he needed help. All Luke knew was he had to see her, feel her, she would make everything okay somehow, she always did.

A confident inhale, followed by a shuddering exhale was Luke's deep breath before opening the door, and stepping out.

Jess hadn't moved, not at all. He still sat in his beaten boxers on his bed, the sheet, however, was no longer wrapped around him, it now hung half off the bed, falling to the floor like a broken angels wings.

His eyes were still a little puffy, but he hadn't been crying, and his hands were still shaking a bit, but so were Luke's.

Luke took another deep breath, mostly hoping his voice didn't shake, "Jess…I'm-I, I need to leave for a little while." His voice shook.

Jess's response to this seemed to be clenching his fingers around the pillow in his lap, and letting his now flaccid hair fall into his face.

"I'll be back soon-"

"Just tell the truth." Luke nearly fell to the ground, that was the first time Jess had said anything since last night, but what got him was the cruel tone of voice Jess had taken, making his comment drip with malice.

Luke suddenly wished he could see Jess's eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Luke tried to sound innocent, which is a hard thing to do when that little voice in your head is yelling at you, calling you a cowered.

"Just say you're going to see her." Luke really wished he could see Jess's eyes.

"Jess I, it's not like that…" Luke didn't know what to say, what to do.

"Then what's it like," Jess finally looked up, and Luke now wished he hadn't, "Tell me what its like to abandon people and run away!" Jess's eyes were filled with fire, like a dry field that gets too much heat; it catches flame sooner or later, that's what happened to Jess' eyes.

That made Luke angry, "I just can't stay here anymore Jess, I don't know what to do!"

Jess stood, and Luke couldn't for the life of him figure out how a 140 lbs boy could looks so frightening.

"Fine!" Jess was a field on fire, all of him now. "Leave then, I don't need you! I never had a father, I hardly had a mother, and I sure as hell don't need you!"

Luke felt shattered inside. The world is sick, it had to be; a boy should not be able to utter such words with such a tragic truth behind them, it should just not be possible, and yet, somehow…Jess had, the world had broken Jess into an orphan, he was an old orphan.

How could the world destroy him, what had he done to deserve it? How could no one want this boy?

Jess started to make his way into Lukes old porcelain safe haven, when Luke suddenly grabbed his wrist; needless to say, the boy was Jello no more, he was something much harder, and yet somehow, so much easer to break.

Jess turned to him, still in fury, and Luke, as though by some obscure fatherly instinct he never knew he had, pulled Jess to him, for real this time. This time however, Jess didn't want to be there, and instead of letting himself be held, he started to scream.

"Let me go, stop it!" Jess did his very best to pull himself out of Luke's grip, when his small body was faced up to Luke's large one, anyone could see that there was no way Jess was going to escape.

"I'm sorry Jess." Luke wrapped his arms around the boy; they made it all the way around him.

"Let me go..." Jess begged, he had turned the other way, and had stopped struggling, not because he wanted to, he was just too tired to move anymore.

But Luke couldn't let go, he refused to let go. Jess was right, he never had a father, and Liz was hardly a mother, and all that time Jess had taken fine care of himself, but that didn't make it right. Jess deserved a father, and a mother, but now he didn't have either, and just because he was capable of doing it alone, didn't mean he needed to.

Jess, it seemed, for the first time in his life, was being held on to. Someone was holding him, and keeping him, not wanting him to go.

This boy that the world had cast aside more times then he cared to remember was being caught at the bottom of the cliff. For the first time every, deep in his heart built around with wall that had been there since the day he stopped asking when his daddy was coming home, it was filled with something new, love. For the first time ever, he was loved. For the first time Jess Mariano was loved.

Jess let his body go slack, no longer able to stand, and for the first time, not having to, because someone was holding, someone was keeping him from falling.

Jess wasn't falling.

Jess was loved.

"Luke, I need coffee open up you- oh…"

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8crying8 And yes, that's Lorelai, coming in. And Jess is going to go back into his character a little more now.

REVIEW! Because that's the only reason I'm writing, if I don't get at least FIVE! for this chapter, I'm going to STOP WRITING, and it was going to get good too, Rory was going to come in in the next chapter and hold Jess if he cries. It's up to yoooooouuuu. BYE