A/N: This is the second chapter! It is not so much and nothing special happened! But more chapters will come as soon as possible! Please write me reviews! And thanks for everyone who wrote one! Can't wait to get more )
Mama, please help me!
As in dreams the youngest of the Gilmore Girls drove the long way of Jess' apartment to the house which was her home for many years. She tightened the emergency brake, when she was finally on the ramp. Many details had changed since she had been here the last time. The once so cute looking house had transformed into a small mansion by Luke's assistance. A dream house, like from the catalog.
Rory looked around, but could nowhere discover the car of her mother. Only the old boat of Luke's father rose up out of the garage, which was framed with ivy. Depressed she put her heavy head on that, with plush decorated, steering wheel. Time ago she had had to discover that Lorelei had converted her car into a Barbie-Limousine. Pink cubes adorned her rear-view mirror and the trunk file was decorated with teddies. A small smile scurried over Rory's face, when she remembered these memories. That was so typical for her mother! Always acting like a teenie. But this short moment of luckiness did not least for a long time. Because again the ugly thoughts of the passed hours pushed themselves immediately into her head.
Ugly thoughts? Rory closed her eyes and felt immediately Jess tender contacts on her skin. His dark eyes examined affectionately her body. Were these really ugly memories?
Knocking woke the young brunette up from her trance and when she opened her eyes, she looked directly into the face of Babette. After a deep sigh she cranked the car window down and suspends an artificial smile.
"Hello darling! Your mother is at work. But when I had seen you in your car and you did not move, I imagined, I should go to you. Is everything okay with you?"
Babette smiled gently at her and Rory could not be angry for the disturbance no longer. Since she lived with her mother beside Babette and her husband Murray, the two were like a family to her. More than some really blood-moves.
But she did not want to argue with Babette. She could not do it. She was to tired.
"Thanks Babette, but everything is alright! I am only tired! I think, I will go and sleep a while." With these words Rory pulled the key from the lock and opened the door. Under Babette's eyes, she went directly to the entry door and disappeared inside.
„Rory! ", hastily the older version of the girl stormed into the blue house. With a hurry Lorelei threw her handbag into a corner of the corridor and looked around for her daughter.
She found Rory sitting crouched on the couch, Paul Anka as a cover, lying on her legs. Both, Rory and the dog, looked at her, when Lorelei began excited to tell. "I have met Miss Patty and she said that Babette meant, you would be at home! Here, at my or rather our place. And Babette meant, you look like, I quote, like a prettier version of Courtney Love, because of the eye rings and the pale face. I ran off and here I am…" She let fall herself on the sofa, but stopped her talking, when she discovered the first tears on Rory's cheeks. "Rory, honey!" Motherly she pulled the picture misery to into her arms.
Lorelei hugged Rory more firmly when she began to tremble with despair. „Mummy, help me! ", Rory sob again and again in Loreleis neck bend. With quiet words she tried to calm her daughter down and stroked gently over her hair. What had happened?