Date Rape – Sublime
Summary: Lane loves the life she's living. She's a drummer in an awesome band, she's living without her mother, and her band just opened at a major concert. But when she turns up at Stars Hollow Rory knows something is wrong, and sets about finding out what.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls. I do not own Sublime or anything they produce. I do however own a very large and very strange imagination… But I'm willing to share.
Pairing: None (Rory Dean reference)
Rating: PG13/T (Implied events)
A/N: This one was a little harder to write, as the song was the whole story… I did my best… Tell me what you think.
"Lane." Rory called from a table, as her Asian friend walked through the front door; the brass bell chiming above her. "Thanks for coming, it's so good to see you," she continued pulling Lane into a hug. She flinched. Something she's never done before. Something was wrong. Rory's mind was working light speed trying to think up possibilities and organize them into the categories or possible, plausible, and idiotic.
"Hi," Lane said, sitting down and gently pulling her sleeves over her hands.
"Lane, I love you. You're my best friend but something is wrong. Don't get me wrong – it's awesome that your back. But, well your different. Did something happen? Where's the band?"
"The band's fine, it's just – I… I couldn't stay in New York."
"Why? What happened?" Rory asked.
"Do you listen to Sublime much?" Lane asked out of no where.
"No, not really… What's this about Lane?"
"Let me tell you about a girl I know, had a drink about an hour ago.
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell."
"Okay…" Rory said, a little scared at Lanes sudden bluntness.
"She heard a noise and she looked through the door.And saw a man she'd never seen before.Light skin, light blue eyes, a double-chin and a plastic smile."
"Ew!" Rory said, squishing up her face, picturing a large man with fat rolling over the side of his pants.
Smiling slightly, Lane continued. "Well, her eyebrow raised as he walked through the door. And took an empty seat next to her at the bar." She paused a second, catching her breath. Rory waited in anticipation for the rest of the story. Her concern for Lane momentarily forgotten as her intrigue for the story grew. "my brand new car is parked right outside. how'd ya like to go for a ride?"
"She didn't, did she? I mean, I personally have nothing against the obese, but this is just plain weird, Lane."
Rory was silenced with a look.
"And she said wait a minute I have to think. He said, that's fine. may I please buy you a drink. One drink turned into 3 or 4 and they left and got into his car. And they drove away someplace real far."
"Lane, what is this? Lane." Rory said, suddenly concerned with the direction if the story.
Lane continued as if Rory hadn't spoken. "Now babe the time has come. How'd ya like to have a little fun? And she said, if we could only please be on our way, I will not run."
Rory was silent. This was not a typical Lane story. Lane being the music Guru would obviously know many songs, and this story being rhyme made Rory believe that what Lane was saying, were the lyrics to a song.
"That's when things got out of control. She didn't want to, he had his way. She said, let's go. He said, no way!" Lane was shaking slightly. Her voice was wobbly, as she continued staring at a point on the table. "Come on babe it's your lucky day. Shut your mouth, were gonna do it my way." Silent tears started to make their way down her face. "Come on baby don't be afraid, If it wasn't for date rape I'd never get laid."
Rory started to interrupt. But Lane stopped her, eyes flickering up.
"Let me finish. Ror, I need to finish." She whispered silently, a pleading look in her eyes. Drawing in a deep breath she re-fixed her eyes on the table. Stuttering a little, she forced the rest of the story out. "He finished up and he started the car. He turned around and drove back to the bar. He said now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you weren't half-bad." Lane whimpered as the last words escaped her lips.
Rory reached for her hand. Looking at her with millions of emotions attacking her mind. Pity. Terror. Pride. Anger. Relief. Why relief? She suddenly wondered. It's not like this is a relief. But Lane was alright. She got through okay.
"Is there more?" Rory asked quietly.
Lane nodded. "She picked up a rock, threw it at the car, hit him in the head, now his got a big scar. Come on party people won't you listen to me. Date. Rape. stylie." She whispered quietly.
Silence. Rory looked up for a second and met Luke's eye. He was coming over to refill her coffee mug, but she told him with her eyes to wait. A confused look crossing his face disappeared at the site of a pale, crying Lane.
She continued, "The next day she went to her drawer, looked up her local attorney at law, Went to the phone and filed the police report and then she took the guy's ass to court."
"When was this?" Rory asked, not being able to hold in her inquisitive self until the end of the story.
"Two months ago." There was another silence.
"And then?" Rory asked gently, tracing the rim of her cup, so her fingers wouldn't feel so restless.
"Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed, she lies that little slut!" Lane chocked on the last word. Rory looked up, prepared to comfort her friend, but she saw a new resolve on her face. "The judge knew that he was full of shit and he gave him 25 years. And now his heart is filled with tears."
"Oh, Lane." Rory said, reaching across the table to give her best friend a hug.
"Listen Rory. Have you heard the end of the song?"
Shaking her head, Rory watched as Lane produced a CD player and a CD. Changing to Track 14, Lane held the ear phones to her ear for a moment. Then paused the CD before passing them to Rory.
"Ready?" She asked, looking as Rory, a glimmer of her old light in the depths of her dark eyes. Rory nodded. She listened as the beat echoed through her ears, and the reggae music began to quell her nerves slightly. It was quick paced, and blunt.
That night in jail it was getting late.
He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed.
But the guards paid no attention to his cries.
That's when things got out of control.
Rory looked at Lane while she watched. This had really happened. She had really been raped, and she was back. To see Mama Kim?
The moral of the date rape story, it does not pay to be drunk and horny.
But that's the way it had to be.
They locked him up and threw away the key.
No. Stars Hallow was safe. She was here because after all the trials, and all the ordeals that New York presented her with, that this was her childhood; her safe and sheltered childhood.
Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,
Even though he now takes it in the behind.
Lane was a stronger person than Rory ever thought possible. All her childhood, growing up with this girl beside her, she never thought her possible of such inner strength.
That's the way it had to be.
They locked him up and threw away the key.
Admiration was all that Rory felt for Lane. The girl she always knew was now a woman. She had been presented with a trail that no one deserved. And she had overcome where all others would have failed.
Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,
Even though he now takes it in the behind.
Lane sat there, looking Rory in the eye as the song began to end.
Date rape
Her face only held resolve.
She didn't want to take it!
"Lane, how did you do it."
"I – I kept thinking that if I got pregnant that I'd want to raise a daughter like Lorelai raised you. And I just did what I thought your mom would do. It – it was terrifying. It, it hurt."
"Yea," Rory said, remembering her first time with Dean. How it hurt physically, and how her heat felt like it was being ripped out of her chest.
"What do I tell Mama Kim?" Lane asked, her bottom lip quivering at the prospect.
"That you did the right thing. That you're my hero." Rory whispered.
"Don't joke," Lane said, wiping the tears from her face.
"I'm not Lane. What you did – I could never do. You had to be so strong to get through this, and look at you, you're. Strong Lane. Strong."
"Thanks Rory." Lane whispered, as Luke put a coffee mug in front of her.
Rory smiled up at him. He always knew just when someone needed coffee.