Declaimer: I own nothing. The quotes you recognize are from episode 5.03. "Written in the Stars"
AN: Here you have the next chapter, actually the first one since the previous was the prologue. There is some skip in time (about two months).
I hope that it will be more understandable now. Some of you have told me that it was a little confusing. That was the plan – the prologue was supposed to be in present time but the rest of the story is in past.
Note about season 5: the whole story is set in that season (except prologue) so I have to change some of the events in that season to adapt them to my story. I hope that you won't curse me.
Another important note: I'm not from USA and I don't know what the marriage law there is. So I am presuming that Rory can get married without parents agreement at the age of 20. And that the whole marriage stuff like registration of the marriage is done by the person who married you – it is that way in my country. All the documents are done by priest or the official and then send home.
And I hope that you won't be disappointed in the way I'll continue this story.
Please tell me what do you think!
Edith
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1st Stage - Confusion
It was three at night. I was in my childhood bedroom. I was lying flat on my back staring blankly at my ceiling. My white ceiling – I should emphasize that. It was really important because I had this weird thing about the ceilings for sometimes now – anyone wonder why?
Next day I was going back to Yale after the summer break.
The summer. It had been quite a summer for me this year. Basically, everything that had happened past two months caused me the insomnia I was fighting at the moment.
Someone would think what I was wondering about. It's not so weird about insomnia – many people had it.
Yes many people! But it never had included one Rory Gilmore!
Until that particular summer.
Normally the summer was supposed to be about rest. Not only physically rest but also the rest for your mind. Well I don't know it was a way to rest your mind if there were millions of thoughts running through your mind per minute.
Basically that was something I had from past two months. And an insomnia. Probably since the particular night in Vegas.
The proverb "It never rains but it pours" had got a quite new meaning for me. It was a bloody thunderstorm right now.
No! Not bloody.
I shouldn't think about anything British or something familiar.
Everything had crashed down. It'd started with the test run at the Dragonfly Inn and from that day it'd been getting worse and worse. Until today. I didn't think that there would be something worse than today.
I'd thought that maybe my little run away would help. But I'd found out rather painfully today that it hadn't. Lindsey's mom had convinced me about it loud and clear. Plus, the meeting with Dean hadn't been any better.
I picked up the pillow and put it on my head to muffle the yell of frustration. That was the only thing I could do now. I wanted to do something. Fix it somehow! But I couldn't. I didn't know how. So I was doing the only thing I could think of – yelling. My throat was sore form it. I would have crisp in few days if I wouldn't stop the whole yelling.
That was supposed to bring me some relief – that's what all the helping-dealing-with-problems books said. But it didn't work on me. Maybe because I couldn't yell as loud as I wanted – I didn't want to wake up mom, mind you.
Mom – that was another story. To say I was surprised at mom's reaction was a little thing - she was taking everything so calm. Well maybe not at first, but now she was collected and didn't freak out about the whole situation.
Well it wasn't needed anymore. I had the whole freaking out part covered in all options.
And mom was right about one thing – I needed to do it alone. Mom would support me – that what she'd said but I wasn't sure if she would stick with her declaration when another brilliant idea would make the appearance in my head!
I needed to sort everything out first. And not in the way I'd been doing.
I had to agree with my mom. The whole going to Europe hadn't helped me at all. Thinking about it closely the trip had even made the things worse.
I had to deal with all the consequence of my eventful summer.
Oh joy!
It's not that I didn't want to deal with it – it's just I didn't have the necessary things or the cooperation of the other people involved.
Funny thought came up to me – my grandma Emily's way of living. She always told me that there was no thing in modern world that could not be done. And grandpa Richard added that the Gilmores can manage everything.
I didn't know if he included losing your virginity to your ex-married-boyfriend, getting drunk in Las Vegas, marring some stranger and running away to Europe in the everything part. I won't ask him that.
So basically that was it. That what I had done in the summer. Nice, huh?
When I would meet with my friends tomorrow at Yale I could asked them about their summer. They would talk about some trips, summer jobs and things like that. And when they would ask me about mine and I would say; "oh I got married but you cannot meet him because I don't exactly know who he is or where!"
I groaned and turned around on my stomach.
I'd messed up. Terribly!
The whole thing with Dean had turned out bad but I'd been sure that I could do something about it. Or that what I'd hoped.
Okay, I admitted – I'd been naïve that night. I really had thought that he hadn't been happy and that we hadn't been doing anything wrong.
I'd started to have doubts after the talk with my mom. But it hadn't stopped me from doing the same mistake one more time, in Miss Patty's Dance Studio mind you.
And the doubts had been there again. So I'd decided to have some time to think. But spending it with Louise and Madeline's after-first-year-in-collage-trip to Vegas hadn't been the best option. But I hadn't known it then.
Today Dean hadn't even talk to me. I could understand that.
Okay, no I couldn't.
I knew that it was partly my fault – I was the girl with whom Dean had cheated on Lindsay. But it was not my fault that she'd found that letter. I'd wanted to make the things good.
So basically after today I decided to stop doing anything in that matter. I was really sorry about it but I couldn't do anything more. I'd done my part in the sorting out things. It was Dean's turn now.
But even if I'd done my part of trying to straighten everything, it was still bugging me – maybe I needed to approach him one more time or something like that? I was just that kind of person.
The worst part was the marriage thing. The sorting out hadn't worked.
Well maybe because I hadn't managed to do any sorting out. And it wasn't because I'd been across the Atlantic Ocean.
Okay maybe it was partly my fault.
I hadn't tried to deal with it outright. But hey! I'd been shocked and panicked. It's not that I got drunk and got married on daily basics and I knew how to react!
As soon as I'd seen the marriage certificate I'd flown out of the hotel room. Of course, I'd grabbed some clothes first which turned out not good because that had been his shirt and jacket. And seeing as that had been my hotel room I'd needed to get back.
So I'd had. He'd been sitting on my bed and he'd looked so amused by that whole situation that I'd really wanted to kill him or at least punch him so hard that the smirk would disappear for another century.
But I hadn't hurt him.
Instead I'd got to the bathroom, dressed myself, got out, returned his clothes to him and politely told him to leave. What he'd done. I'd packed my things, told Madeline and Louise that my mom had called and there had been an emergency in Stars Hollow, so I needed to get back. I'd caught a plane and soon I'd been back in Hartford. Facing my mom hadn't been so tempting at that moment so I'd chosen to go with my grandma to Europe.
And now I was back.
What was my first mistake? – I hadn't got his number so I couldn't call and talk about the divorce. The only thing I'd known about him was that his name was Finn and that he was somehow a friend of Louise, or at least he knew her.
That's what I'd thought at the plane to Barcelona. I couldn't call Louise without some explanation. And so poor excuse about me meeting him at the club and not getting his number hadn't been an option. Firstly I couldn't exactly remember how we'd met, maybe Louise had introduced us. And I hadn't known what he'd done after that night, maybe he'd told Louise about everything and dealing with her knowing about the whole situation was at that moment something familiar to dealing with pissed off Emily.
So I'd been sitting all journey to Spain, thinking what to do but hadn't came out with solution. But at the airport I'd overheard some people talking about the marriage certificate and it'd struck me! I had a marriage certificate!
I'd looked at it and hadn't been very satisfied. It said Rory Gilmore and Finn Morthson. That weren't the full names so it'd been a little chance that I would find that guy in the whole United States. And he had an accent. Maybe he wasn't from USA!
So I'd thought that I'd been screwed! I'd married some guy about whom I only knew that his name is Finn Morthson, that he knew one of my friends from Chilton and that he had an accent. A great knowledge about your husband!
But being in Europe had done a thing to me. My problems had faded away a little. I'd been still thinking about them but the little voice in my mind had been telling me: "You will deal with it after getting back".
It hadn't been until a call from my mom that I'd realized that I'd needed to do something quick about it.
I'd been in Rome at that time. I'd been alone because grandma had decided to take a rest that day. So I'd been sitting at the café and enjoying the rest in my sightseeing. And then my mom had called my cell. That'd been weird because we hadn't been speaking to each other for quite some time. And she'd started to yell at me. I couldn't make the words but I'd caught some: "What were you thinking?", "Are you mad?" and "Mrs. Phineas Theodore Morhtson IV".
Well at least I'd discovered what his full name was. Note the sarcasm.
It'd turned out that the marriage announcement and some other papers had come in the mail and mom had opened it. So I hadn't had other option than to tell her everything.
So I'd told her about me being upset by her reaction about sleeping with Dean, the events of the other day, my decision about going to Vegas with Madeline and Louise, the whole Vegas fiasco and the running away part.
She'd been speechless.
I could not blame her. I would be speechless too, if my daughter told my familiar revelations.
We'd had the talk then. About everything. She'd been upset about the whole situation but she'd told me that she would support me. That was really important to me.
Since then I'd decided to take the matters in my own hands and fix it!
But it'd turned out to be not so easy.
Yes, I'd found his address and the phone number, even his cell number, but it was no use. I'd tried to call him many times and hadn't succeeded once! The, as I'd presumed, home number hadn't been working. And I'd got the busy signal or voice mail every time I'd tried the cell.
And what an annoying voice mail! It'd been different each time, always saying some bullshits about him being the god gift to women!
Three times some girl had picked the phone. And each time the voice had been different but the message the same – "Finn is busy at the moment", some giggle and the dialing tone.
Great! Not only I was married to some stranger who I couldn't reach but he already had cheated on me!
So that was it! The life of Rory Gilmore! I was wondering if it could get worse or was it the ultimate stage of the disaster.
Oh, I was naïve again. It was only the beginning!
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I was back at Yale. Marty and me were having the back to campus stroll. It was nice to at least for a minute forget about everything and focus on other people.
I'd been at campus for like two hours and the college life managed to distract me from my thoughts. First the moving back to my dorm-room, then Paris and Asher's death and now Marty and his story. I was feeling, I would say, normal!
Not for long.
We were having coffee at one of the coffee cards when it happened.
"I mean, I always thought I looked a lot like my uncle Jerry, and, gee, mom seemed to really like him," Marty was recalling his new-discovered family situation.
I was shocked, "I cannot believe this. After all this time, your mother tells you now?!"
He nodded, "My dad looked relieved."
"He did not!"
"I heard him say, "whew!" Marty retorted.
I shook my head, "Oh, that is amazing."
How is that you always felt a little better when you heard that you weren't the only one with problems.
"So, what did you do over the summer?" I heard Marty asked me.
So this was my turn, "Well…" I started with hesitation but I didn't get the chance to finish because some guy bumped into Marty. On purpose, mind you!
"Oh, sorry," said Marty, always the polite one.
"No, seriously, you couldn't see me there!" the guy sounded snobbish and he looked even more snobbish with that V-neck and arrogant face. But I didn't get the chance to look at him closely or to react somehow because in that moment I heard it.
The voice.
That bloody accent voice!
"Not everyone's staring at you, Colin."
He was behind the Colin guy and some blond one and his even blonder girlfriend. He walked up to Colin and put an arm around his shoulder.
He was wearing some light green shirt and weird pants. I stood frozen.
"Hey, I know you!" said the blond one to Marty "No, wait-wait, don't tell me. I'm seeing a uniform of some sort."
Finn looked Marty up and down and said sarcastically, but it turned out arrogant, "Maytag repairman."
To say I was shocked was not enough.
Here he was – the guy I'd been chasing half of the summer!
And he even wasn't looking at me!
I'd got drunk and married him and he didn't recognize me!
He was looking at the path and checking out the girls!
Great!
Bloody fantastic, for God's sake!
Unconsciously I caught the conversation Marty was having with the blond guy.
"I've bartended for you - for your parties."
"That's right, you have. You're a talented man." I really didn't like the way he was talking with Marty and he even turned to me, "He makes a kick-ass margarita."
Marty chuckled embarrassed, "Thanks."
"It's good to see you again. What's your name?"
"Marty. Uh, this is Rory," I could tell that this conversation was getting really hard for Marty. I would feel that way too. I wanted to help him somehow, to snap at that blond jerk but HIS presence was blocking me completely.
"Hi!" the blond once again turned to me for a moment and then continued to Marty, "So, assuming your services are still for hire this year, your financial situation hasn't changed at all?"
Okay mister what do you think you are – the British Queen?! But that was only in my mind because the figure of my beloved husband standing a meter away from me, had taken away all my speaking abilities.
"Nope," Marty responded.
"Good. Okay, I'll give you a call. Where are you living now?" Mr. Blond Jerk started to turn around and walk away. Finn was going with him. The Colin guy was saying something else but I didn't catch it as I was busy looking at Finn.
He was checking out every girl on his path! He even got one's attention and tried to flirt with her!
Okay what the hell was going on!
I was standing here, right in front of him, mute, but that was not the point – the girl who he'd married at Vegas. The girl who had left two hundred ninety-six massages on his cell. And he didn't even glance at me.
My thought was interrupted by Marty.
"I kind of hate those guys."
I tried to sound normal, "Really? I can't see why."
I could see one thing – now I really didn't have a clue what was going on.
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Again I was lying in my bed at three at night and fighting with insomnia. This time however I was at my new dorm in Yale. Thankfully, the ceiling was also white.
So I'd met my husband today.
Interesting.
Shame that he hadn't acknowledged me.
Shame I hadn't done anything either.
But that's not the point.
He was here.
At Yale.
By the way Marty had told me about them, meaning all the guys we'd met today, Finn was studying here. Or at least he had previous years.
Okay, I needed to stop panicking and started to think. That could by my opportunity. I could find him here and fix the whole mess for good. Quickly and quietly. No one would now about it. Of course on the condition that he hadn't told anyone.
I would do it tomorrow. Or better after the wake. I preferred not to have Paris bouncing around the room when I would be getting a divorce. Not that I would tell her about it in the near future. I wasn't that mad.
So tomorrow the wake, day after tomorrow the divorce and then sorting things with Dean.
Good plan!
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