Title: A Map of Twists, Turns, and Broken Hearts

Series: Gilmore Girls

Author: Innocent Innuendo

Chapters: 1/(not sure)

Genre: Drama/ Romance/General

Summary: Semi-AU. Sometimes you make the wrong turn, and just continue down that path. Sometimes you don't even know until it's to late. And sometimes it takes someone from your past to set you back on the right road. Literati

Pairing: Literati, Rogan(but only for plot purposes), others will be added as time goes by

Rating: T right now, will go up to M in later chapters

Warnings: Mild cussing

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Because if I did Gilmore Girls would still be good

AN: This is Semi-AU, it's set before Nov. 8 episode (I'm so excited). It's also set about 5 months in the future and Logan has proposed. But not to worry this will be Jess/Rory. Because anything else is just wrong.

Also, I need Logan's parents names if anyone could give them too me.

I hope you enjoy the story.

I have so fiercely dreamed of you

And walked so far and spoken of you so,

Loved a shade of you so hard

That now I've no more left of you.

I'm left to be a shade among the shades

A hundred times more shade than shade

To be shade cast time and time again into your sun-transfigured life.

Last Poem by Robert Desnos

It was a pear cut 2-karat diamond with two smaller squares cut ones on each side (but still large enough to be noticed) on a 24-karat gold band. It screamed expensive. It screamed I-have-a-rich-fiancée-who-loves-to-spoil-me. Which was what Rory Gilmore had in Logan Huntzburger (AKA Rich Fiancée). Come on, he had bought her a Birkin bag. A sure sign that he loved her. So, the fact that he had proposed just a month and a half later should not have as much of a surprise to Rory as it did. Even though shocked, she had jumped into his arms, squealed her yes (which had given the rest of the restart something to look at) and then kissed him deeply.

That was just over three months ago and tonight was the announcement/engagement party. Of course the Huntzburgers, Gilmores, and a few close friends knew but the purpose of tonight was to inform the rest of the high-class families in Hartford (and surrounding areas) that Logan Huntzburger was to marry Rory Gilmore.

When the Gilmores had found out about the engagement it was all smiles (although a little forced for Richard) and champagne. The Huntzburgers were a bit more…difficult. While there had been alcohol like with the Gilmores, the difference was that it was vodka and was being drunk at a hurried pace by Logan's father. There was also cigarettes being smoked by Logan's mother and a surprising show of tears by Logan's grandfather "at the shame of it all".

But they all had shared the burden of screaming. All pointing out many different reasons why the two of them should not be together (most of them having to do with money and social status). It continued in this fashion until Logan stood and gave his little "speech". The "speech" was him explaining that he would began to learn how to run the company under his father watchful eye and that in-between Emily and his mothers guidance Rory could learn what it took to be a "Huntzburger wife". And after close to an hour of debating and one threatened elopement, it was settled. Logan would learn the family trade and Rory would begin afternoon classes with Mrs. Huntzburger and her grandmother on how to throw parties, set up fundraisers, and other things that a business-mans wife would have to do. And when a respectable amount of time had gone by, they would announce it to the public.

It had been a month ago when they had deiced that it was time and had began to plan the party. It would be a nice catered dinner with a live pianist in the background. They would be holding it at the Huntzburger estate. So after a month of hasty planning and stressful phone-calls, the night of the party came.

(Sence Change)

Rory Gilmore sat in font the vanity mirror in one of the many guestrooms at the Huntzburger estate, which had been assigned to her to get ready in. Her eyes meet those of her reflection. Her hair was in a braided twist with one or two curls falling down her uncovered neck, her makeup was done darker than usual so her light blue eyes shone out in comparison, and she wore an off-the-shoulder midnight blue cocktail dress. It finish off the look she put in her favorite pearl-drop earrings.

Nervousness floated around in her stomach and she couldn't keep her hands still. These were the moments that she wished she smoked so that she had something to help calm her poor nerves. Oh god, she was beginning to sound like Mrs. Bennet. She imagined herself in one of silly looking bonnets with smelling salts in one hand and handkerchief in the other. The mental picture brought a smile to her mouth, and she made a mental note that she would have to re-read Pride and Prejudice again soon. She hadn't had much time to read in-between her lessons, community service and DRA meetings. And now that they were trying for a late-fall/early-winter wedding, she didn't think she would have much time in the near future.

She sighed. She was waiting for someone to come and tell her that it was time to go down to the party. Her grandmother thought that it would best for her to come down a bit later and make an entrance so that she would be noticed and seen. It was now getting close to a half an hour into the party and someone should be coming up any moment.

Rory looked down at her engagement ring for what might have been the ten-hundredth time that night. She lifted her hand up and let the light dance across the large center diamond. A contended smile spade over her lips. A giddy feeling spread throughout her body. She was to be married to Logan. A small giggle escaped her lips.

"Rory, are you ready to go down?" Emily's voice came from the doorway. Rory turned around and flashed her grandmother a bright smile that said she was.

"Why, Rory, you look simply marvelous."

"Thank you, grandma." She said, doing a little twirl.

Emily laughed, "Now, let's get you down to the party."

"Okay." Rory placed a smile on her lips stood up straight and pretended that there wasn't bats flying around her stomach as she walked down the stairs.

(Sence Change)

Jess Mariano sat in the middle of the large white van that had 'Lunar Catering' written in large scroll-like letters on the side. 'Lunar Catering' was an expensive catering company based in New York City that did fancy parties, weddings, and other such events. Jess had been lucky enough to land a job on a serving crew, the pay was good and the hours were mostly during the night and on weekends, so he had the days to work on his writing. He was also lucky enough to get a group of people that he liked to work with.

The company broke people up into groups of five with one or two supervisors. The group that you got was the one you worked with at all the events you went to. There were two different types of groups: Kitchen groups (who were labeled by colors) and Serving crews (who were labeled by numbers).

Jess was in serving group #13. Group 13 was the most interesting group by far at the Lunar. One of their supervisors was Stan, who was an ex-chief who had a ruddy complexion from too much years of cooking with a bottle of brandy sitting on the counter. He was laid-back and still liked to think that this was 70's and that is was okay that he had waist-long hair and a tie-die van. Even with his hippie personality, he knew how to get a job done and how to do it well. The other was his wife, Susan, who keep him and the rest of them in line and not getting their butts fired. They had gained all of their respect, which made it much easier to work together.

In the group of five, there was CJ an ex-surfer who Jess had meet when he was living with he dad in California. CJ had deiced to move back to New York with Jess and they shared an apartment. Dustin was a skater trying to turn pro, or maybe just get an MTV show like Bam Margera. Rebecca, who they all called 'Becks', was inspiring to be an actress and was known for being the drama-queen of the group. Maria was also on the road to being an actress but her love was Broadway. Jess was the intelligent and jaded badass of the group.

At the moment, Jess had his resting against the van window as he stared down at the book in his hands, only half listening to what Susan was saying.

"Tonight we have the Huntzburger engagement party. The Huntzburgers are a very important family; we can't screw this up. So best behavior tonight. Dustin, I thought I told you to shave. Oh, and Becks you had better get rid of the that gum before we get there."

"I know, Susan. We'll all do okay." Becks laughed.

"It'll be fine. You worry too much, sweetie." Stan said to his wife as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the temple. Susan was sweet but a tendency to stress out and worry about everything.

"Well, someone has to or else we'd all get fired." She huffed in response. Stan laughed as his wife pouted.

"Anyway, at least we got the Red team for the cooking. They always make the best entrees." Maria said trying to reassure Susan. Susan nodded; knowing the fact was true.

"We're here." Came Stan's singsong voice from the driver's seat. All the passengers looked out at the large estate. CJ groaned, and whined,

"Great, another night with a bunch of snobby, rich people. Just the way I wanted to spend my Friday night."

Jess could only agree totally and completely as they pulled up and began to unload.

(Sence Change)

Rory had missed all the set-up, and party preparations because of her own preparation (Mrs. Huntzburger had insisted that she take the day off so that she looked her best). But the place looked incredible and everything seemed as if it was running just fine. With Emily Gilmore on the team how could it be anything but?

She had been down at the party for only ten minuets and had already been asked at least twenty times by different people to see her ring. She was feeling a little dizzy from all the attention. She saw one of the severs carrying tray of champagne filled glasses, and had to resisted the urge to run after him. She instead quietly excused herself the conversion and walked at a nice pace over to him and grabbed a glass off the tray. She said thank you but didn't take the time to make eye contact with the man.

She took a large sip as she walked. Maybe, if she kept in motion and looked like she was going somewhere, they would leave her alone.

"Rory!"

Damn.

(Sence Change)

God, these people were worse than usual, Jess thought to himself as he walked back to the kitchen to refill his tray. He had been talked down to, criticized, and some half-drunk chick had grabbed his ass. Also, some girl had nearly made him drop his tray when she walked by briskly and grabbed one. He sighed, opening the swinging door that lead to the kitchen.

As he walked through the door, he felt something cold, slimy and somewhat wet hit his eye. He heard Maria's snort (and failed attempts at not laughing), as he pulled a piece of smoked salmon away from his eye.

"I thought you were Becks." Maria said, not even trying to hide her laughter now.

"Yes, because I so look like a 5'3 buxom blond." He replied sarcastically, throwing the

salmon back at her.

"You may even be able to pass as Dolly Parton with a bit of makeup and sequins."

Becks burst through the door, with CJ following close behind.

"I have gossip!" She sang, waltzing over to Maria.

"Oh. Do tell."

Jess rolled his eyes at the two girls. He reached for a bottle of champagne, and began to full up the flutes.

"Okay, so you know that the Huntzburgers are super rich and super important, right? Well, the girl that marring in isn't rich. Well, her grandparents are and that's whose she's living with right now. But she didn't grow up rich. So it's a major scandal that they're getting married. There are rumors that it may be a shotgun wedding."

"Oh, juicy." Maria ewed and awed.

"I know. But apparently she's a 'delight to behold'."

"What's her name?"

"Oh…dang…what was it. It started with a G. Grismon, no. Gillum, no. Oh, CJ do you remember?"

"Gilmore." CJ commented dryly, use to the girl's behavior.

"Oh, that's right. Rory Gilmore."

A half-filled champagne flute fell to the floor and shattered. Jess stared wide-eye at the wall in front of him, hands shaking.

Shit.

br br br

She had a smile plastered across her face. It was a fake one. But it was one never the less. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go lay down and crash. She didn't know how she was going to make it through the night. She had been so nervous that she didn't get any sleep last night. Her eyes drooped, and she leaned against the wall behind her for support. She sighed and let herself imagine a big fluffy, warm pillow. Rory let her eyes shut completely and continued the daydream.

Rory suddenly felt a hand touch her shoulder and she jumped. Looking up, she saw Logan. Giving him a warm smile, she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm exhausted." She said with a yawn.

"That not great considering we aren't even half way done." Logan said giving her a sympathetic smile before saying, " But you're going to have to get use to things. Now, I have some people I want to meet."

Rory felt a small whine escape her throat, as Logan pulled her over to meet a pleasant looking older couple. She plastered her smile back on.

May more champagne would help?

(Sence Change)

Jess was watching her, his face half covered by shadows. Not all of the shadows were made because of the lighting. Emotions flashed through his eyes as he stared. Confusion, angry, jealousy, a tiny bit of happiness, maybe even hope but most of all there was pain. The type of pain that was only in great works of literature. The type that changed a man forever. He watched her laugh at something the man beside her said (most likely her fiancée).

A deep scowl etched its way onto his face. Here he was, having a damn near emotional breakdown and she was laughing as if there wasn't a care in the world.

God, why did she have to be so beautiful?

She had grown up. Her body had filled out in a way that made his hands itch to touch her. Her makeup was done dark, and her hair was now lighter than it use to be. He watched the way her dress floated around her. It was as if it was airbrushed on, the way it shifted over curves and showed glimpses of skin. Silk, it must be made of silk, he thought absently.

He wanted to run his fingers over it. Run them down the soft blue material and feel her body beneath it. He wanted to touch her wrists again. Jess had always loved her wrists, how very small the were. Dainty, as well. They made his hands seem so large, in a way that nothing else could. He would run his hand over the bone and trace the blue vein that lay just below the skin. He would be happy if he just lay with her and feel the pulse. First with his hand then with his mouth.

He had use to think, when he held her wrists, that if he could just protect something so small and perfect that his life would have a meaning. But he hadn't. He'd hurt the only thing that he'd ever wanted to protect.

Even with her looking all grow up, she still had a innocent and almost princess-like air about her. The air that was giving to someone who was loved and cherished since the time they were born. It was a air that enthralled and entranced you. One that never left. Even if you thought it did, it would be back to remind you of itself only days, sometimes hours later.

Jess gave an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through he's already unruly hair. Why? Why did he have to see her again? It had been over a year since he'd last seen her and he was finally getting over her. He had stopped thinking about her everyday and the pain in his heart had gone down to a dull ache.

He didn't want this. These emotions. He had never been great with emotions and Rory had always been a weak spot for him.

He was tired of getting his heart broken by the only girl he had ever given it too. But something always seemed to bring her back again to break him another time.

And he always got sucked in.

(Sence Change)

Rory breathed in the fresh, although cold, air. She had been able to sneak a out of the party for a moment, much to her pleasure. Not that meeting old couples and being fawned over wasn't fun; it just got old…fast.

She had escaped to the balcony that overlooked that gardens (which were lighted at the moment). She placed her half-filled champagne flute down on the stone railing that surrounded the balcony. The cold February air, brushed her skin and a chill began to set it's way into her bones. She didn't care. She spun around with her arms outstretched.

Rory turned her face upwards toward the heavens and give the stars a bright smile. She felt very free at the moment. Freer than she had in awhile.

She was happy that she was marrying Logan. She truly was. She loved him and wanted to be with him. It was just that she felt well…trapped. Even though she was happy, she sometimes had to wonder.

Was it okay for her to feel so bittersweet all the time?

Logan was amazing. The perfect man, he could give her so much; a nice house, first edition books, a honeymoon to Italy.

Sure, it wasn't what she thought that her life was going to be. But, really, whose life turns out the way they plan?

Was it okay for her to fell so captured? She sometimes felt as if she was a songbird, one that use to fly free but was caught and put in a cage that had wire wrapped around it to keep her inside. The cage was small, and she could never fully extend her wings. Soon, her voice would deep out completely.

Rory turned her face upwards towards the heavens and stared at the moon. It was full and beautiful. She was glad no one tried to capture the moon. It was too amazing to ever be put into a cage.

"'I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.'" She quoted as she let the icy air nip at her cheeks.

"Huh. So, you finally gave Ernest a try?" A deep, somewhat monotone voice came from behind her. A voice she knew all too well.

She spun around.

"Jess!"

End Ch.1

AN: I hope you all enjoyed it. CH. 2 should be up soon. The quote that Rory said was from "Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemmingway. Thanks for reading. Please comment.