A/N: hello all. I hardly got any reviews so consider yourself lucky that I even wrote this, even if it did take forever….and for those of you who hate Dean your so going to hate this chapter beyond…
Jess threw another stone into the lake, he had been sitting there for hours, just sitting and throwing stones. Jess just couldn't stand the idea of sitting in that cage apartment any longer with a fallen Luke and a sweet sounding Lorelai.
Jess had stopped crying, he had, in reality, stopped crying that morning, in the sense that the tears had stopped falling, but now he was done, with all of it, his fingers twisting, hanging his head down, wiping his nose, he was done. And now all he seemed capable of doing was sitting on the dock and throw rocks until his fingers went numb in the cold.
Rejected...since day one
My name is...bastard son
I've been damned...so many times I've lost count!
Jess turned another rock over in his hands. He liked the way the rocks and wind made his fingers feel, they made them numb, he couldn't feel anything in them, it made him jealous of the rocks, and the way they didn't feel, didn't suffer.
Jess, from the second he had stepped out of the diner door, had been wandering aimlessly. He'd wanted to go see Rory, and sit with her like Lorelai had sat with Luke, but he had pussied out a total of three times, one time on her block, next time on her street, then on her stoop, and after that he just wandered to the lake somehow. That was why when Rory and Dean wandered onto the dock and saw him he nearly fell off in surprise.
Jess looked away from them as best he could, wishing he could just sink into the rotted wood and disappear all together.
Contraption...made up of
Nuts and bolts...creates the
New monster...to burn your family tree down!
Rory was the first to say something. "Jess…what are you doing here?" she asked, coking her head to a side.
"Not falling." Jess mumbled, having just a much idea of what the hell he was talking about as Rory.
"What?" Rory started to take a step closer, then thought better of it, and stayed her ground.
"I…I don't know." Jess hung his head down; looking at the way the water distorted his reflection, unable to look Rory in the eyes anymore. He was done crying, he swore it.
"Jess…" Rory looked at Dean, whose usual anger was replaced with curiosity and continued, "Jess, you look awful, are you sick?"
Jess twisted his fingers in his lap, "No, no I'm not sick." He shook his head from side to side, and kept doing it, until his body started to sway a little, scaring both Rory and Dean in an odd way.
Tick-tocking...times up now
Split second...the world frowns
Lonely heart...never had nobody!
Rory looked at Dean, the back to the boy who seemed to be melting down. "Jess maybe you should go back home and lie down or something-"
"I can't," Jess cut in, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
"Why?" Dean asked that question, honestly starting to worry a little, he had never seen Jess in this state before, and it made his guts twist a little.
"Because…" Jess was done crying he swore it; he was done crying over his damn dead mother!
"Jess-"
"My mom's dead." There, he'd said it, that wasn't so hard, No problem, right? Easy …
"Oh, God Jess, I'm-I'm so sorry." Dean made no attempt to pull Rory back when she bent down and pulled Jess into her arms, he said nothing when she ran her fingers through his hair, but for some reason, when Rory started murmuring sweet nothings into Jess's ears he found himself sitting on the other side of Jess on the dock, not touching him or anything, just sitting there.
I'm sick and I'm twisted
I'm broken you can't fix it
Don't make me, cause I'll do it
Red button and we'll all go
"No, I mean it wasn't-I don't-its…" Jess couldn't get any of the right words out. "I haven't seen her in a year you know?" he asked to no one unparticular. He asked the air.
"She could have been dead for a year and I wouldn't have known…" Jess had no idea what he was saying anymore, he wasn't crying, he was twisting his finger, swaying, and wiping his nose, but he wasn't crying.
Rory just held the boy tighter, and Dean shifted a little closer, touching him a little with his elbow, and they sat there. All three of them.
They were children again; all of a sudden all of them were kids. They didn't know what to do with death when they held it in their hands, their movements all awkward and off. In a world where adults wander in and out, leaving broken hearts and bastard children behind they sat there, on a dirty dock, the aftermath of it all. An orphan, a statistic, and the one going no place.
Jess, a big a jerk as he was deserved friends right now, Dean wasn't that heartless, and Rory could set aside her fear to hold him. They could set it all aside to keep this boy from falling, because no one else was going to.
The lake stood witness to broken children holding onto one another, the utter patheticness of it all. How can the world do what it does when it breaks the children so? The river couldn't even help but wonder, was anyone even looking for these children?
Anyone at all?
Into the river below...I'm running from the inferno...
They'll think I'm insane but you'll all know my name!
Into the river below...I'm running from the inferno...
I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame!
REVIEW! And there is going to be Rory AND Jess! People so RELAX! In the next chapter, so don't go and freak out on me.
Song by Billy Talent. River below.