I need to stop writing so many fanfics. I start them and get overwhelmed, haha...but I couldn't stop from putting this one down as soon as it popped into my head! My favorite tv show and my favorite movie. Enjoy. :)

Lisa tried to let herself move past that night. It hadn't been easy...but she could do it. Jackson had marred her forever, but in a way he'd made her stronger. Physically and emotionally. She didn't jump at the shadows anymore, and she knew she could beat any attackers she might ever get. But she still had a slight fear of men.

She couldn't bear to enter her father's house anymore, knowing that she had once killed a man there, however much it was in self-defense. Not Jackson, he lived to go to jail. Oh no, it was the assassin waiting to slit her father's throat. She killed him. Unfortunately, there wasn't two deaths to hold her responsible for, she'd have loved to have killed Jackson. But she hadn't.

Lisa knew she needed to get away from Miami. She was beginning to feel the city limits closing in on her, she felt unsafe. And that fear was increased when she discovered that Jackson had escaped from jail.

He was angry, and she would peg him as the kind of guy who'd be big on revenge.

So, one night in late June, Lisa logged on to her laptop and looked for a town far, far away...where Jack would never think to find her.

"Rory, sweetie, stop reading."

"No."

"Dork."

Rory sighed and set down her book. "Thanks, Mom. You're nice."

Lorelai smiled. "Ah, well, whatever it takes. Why are you reading that garbage anyway?"

"Okay, Trunchbull," Rory chuckled. "It's not garbage. I need to have it read for class tomorrow."

"I see," Lorelai nodded and rose from the couch, flashing a flirtatious grin at her nineteen-year-old daughter. "Are you staying here tonight or going back to Yale? I have a date."

"With Luke?" Rory beamed, standing up and stretching.

"No, with Kirk," Lorelai said sarcastically. "How many guys do you think I'm sleeping with?"

"Oh, Mom, I saw the way you were looking at Taylor in the square yesterday," Rory giggled. Lorelai swatted her on the arm.

"Taylor, Taylor, wherefore art thou, Taylor?" Lorelai feigned a medieval accent and passionate love.

"But I am staying here," Rory got back on topic. "If that's alright."

"No, I hate you," Lorelai joked. Rory rolled her eyes. Her mother never could be serious.

"Where are you and Luke going tonight?" Rory ignored her mother's jab.

"Well, I'm trying to finagle him into going to the town meeting," Lorelai sighed. "But after that, he's making us something back at the diner and then...then the fun will start." Lorelai winked as she headed upstairs.

"Mom, happy as I am for you guys, I beg you, please don't keep me posted on you guys' sex life," Rory laughed.

"Well, at least its not Kirk."

Lisa frowned at the sign. Stars Hollow, population...

She squinted at the number. Yes, she was definitely seeing it right. Wow, she'd really picked a small town...but that was a good thing, she supposed.

She sighed and hoisted her large duffel bag over her shoulder and dragging her rolling suitcase. She'd brought the mere necessities but figured she could buy more stuff here. For now, she needed to find a hotel to stay at until she could rent or buy a house of her own.

Lisa walked down the street until she came upon a quaint inn, its sign illuminated by the street lamps. The Dragonfly Inn.

She smiled despite her anxiety. It was cute, she'd give it that. Nothing like the Lux, but still...it gave her a sense of warmth.

Her heels clicked on the floorboards of the porch as she opened the door. Time for a first impression and an opportunity to make some friends in this speck of a town.

The man working the front desk was dark-skinned and had a heavy French accent which stood out as he jabbered angrily to the man across from him.

"No, sir, if you wanted zat room, you would have to have booked it tree weeks ago," he snapped. Lisa bit her lip.

"I want that room," the man across from him grumbled.

"Taylor, you live right in ze town," the man argued.

"Michel, give me that room or I will shut down this inn, I mean it," the man threatened. Lisa sighed and intervened.

"Excuse me, sir, but if they don't have the room, they don't have the room," she said politely. The overweight and balding man standing in front of her whirled around.

"This really isn't any of your business," he said shortly, and turned back to speak to Michel. Lisa placed a strong hand on his shoulder.

"Actually it is," she snapped loudly. "Because the longer you stand there being the world's biggest asshole, the longer I have to wait. And the longer I have to wait the crankier I get because I just got off the plane and currently need a room. So why don't you just leave him alone and go harangue some other innocent hotel worker, okay?"

The man, Taylor, looked shocked but backed off, muttering, "This hotel sucks." Lisa felt her stomach dropped as she realized she'd almost had a repeat of when she met Jackson. No, no, no, she told her mind to stop thinking.

"Miss?" the man at the desk said cautiously. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah," Lisa shook her head and walked up to the desk. "Yeah, um, I need a room."

"For how long?" he typed into the computer.

"I'm not sure," she smiled weakly. "Until I can find a house."

He stopped. "You new in Stars Hollow?"

"Uh...yeah," she shrugged. "I'm from..." she paused. Best not to tell everything about herself yet. She didn't know who would be working for Jackson. Paranoid! Stop being so paranoid. "Miami."

"Name?"

"Lisa Reisert."

"I see," he began typing again and then reached behind him for a key. "Here you are, room 15. Enjoy."

"Thanks, I will," she smiled her people-pleaser smile at him and began mounting the stairs.

"Oh, and miss?" Lisa turned.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Lisa smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she thought.