I'll see you in Washington

Disclaimer-Oh yeah, so I'm really Amy Sherman Palladino and when I'm not writing Gilmore Girls-because David Rosenthal has been killed by me-and not basking in my sheer brilliance I like to come onto this little website and make up stories about Gilmore Girls instead of actually making them the actual plotline. Oh, yeah, and I'm queen of the world.

A/N- Hey, so this chapter is a lot longer than the last one. Thank you so much to Just A Girl Of The Hollow x3 for my first review ever, That was really cool. And thanks to gilmorejunkie1230 for the suggestions and review and thanks allycat1186 and Literati and naley forever. Reviews are the love of my life! My only way to know if I should stop writing this instead of continuing is if you-what's that word ladies and gentlemen?-REVIEW! I don't really know what else to say so on with the show-or story.

Chapter 2

"Jess." She breathed

"Rory." He replied.

"What are you doing….how did you…why are you….when'd you??" Rory stuttered. "Why are you here?" She asked finally, completely baffled and sounding almost accusing. That came out way harsher than it should have. She thought, feeling bad.

Jess, suddenly panicked and without answers said, "You know what, I shouldn't have come. I knew this was a bad idea, I just kept going. Sorry, I'll…" He turned around and started to walk away when Rory called out, her brain kicking.

"Wait, Jess, don't go, come…come in." She didn't know why he was here but she knew that she didn't want him to go so soon.

He turned around and unsurely walked back to her open door. She looked beautiful. He loved her looking so laid back. She had on a simple pair of sweats and a t-shirt, her feet bare and her hair up in a ponytail that had been done halfheartedly. Her eyes shined but were cast over with a shadow of confusion.

"Why…Why did you come here?" she asked.

"I, um, I wanted-no, needed-to see you."

"Oh…" She said, not sure how to reply, though fact of the matter is, she had never been happier to see him. She couldn't stand the thought of going six weeks without looking at his face or listening to him talk.

"Well, come in." she said, gesturing into her room. She stepped aside and he loped in, taking in the small, dorm-like room she was staying in. The two stood awkwardly, Rory absorbing the new situation while Jess tried to figure out why the hell he'd come here. He could've of, should've waited until she came back. Now he looked like a desperate lover-boy following a girl across the country just to see her face. This was so not him.

"Hey, there's not much to do in here, how about we go get some ice cream-in cones." She said, a small smile playing at her face as she emphasized the last part. He looked over and saw her lit up eyes and the tiny grin she wore and he suddenly knew exactly why he came here. She was why, and she was worth it. Rory quickly slid into some flip flops, pulled on a sweater and stepped out of her room.

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What was he doing here? Why would anyone travel across the country to come see her? The answer to that went straight over her head. He looked good, really good. He had on his navy blue, button down USA shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of khaki colored, baggy pants. His shirt was tucked into his belt in the front and she wanted nothing more than to run her hands through his hair and stare into those deep, chocolate eyes forever…but she couldn't. She just couldn't. It was too early to do anything other than talk, they really needed to talk. She had seen the small, almost unnoticeable smile on his lips when she had suggested the ice cream cones. She had pleased him and that made her happy. She wanted to see him smile more. She wanted to see him more, period.

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"There's an ice cream store just down the block so we can walk." Rory said as they stepped out of the elevator.

"Sounds good to me." Jess replied, studying her and trying to read her emotions, to no avail.

"How did you get here?" Rory asked, leading the way out the door and turning to her left.

"I can safely say all band roadies are as crazy as everyone thinks they are. Traveling all year long on a bus? They're insane." Jess said.

"You came here by bus?" Rory concluded.

"Yeah, and I got on the wrong one so I had took a detour to god-knows-where on the way. I would've gotten here 3 hours earlier if those stupid signs at the bus stations were actually readable." He said bitterly

"Oh, you poor thing." She said with mock sympathy.

The two walked in silence the rest of the way. When they reached the ice cream shop Rory immediately asked for vanilla in a plain wafer cone.

"Could you get any more boring?" Jess asked, smirking.

"Huh?" Rory asked, confused by his comment.

"You didn't even stop to look at the flavors, you just went right on to order the most common ice cream on the planet."

"So I've got a plan, do you have a problem?" She asked, challenging him.

"Nope, not at all." Jess said, feigning innocence. "See, but I look at every one of the flavors, trying something new each time, I like to be different."

"Fine, then go be a circus clown but I'm perfectly happy with my vanilla." Rory said as her cone was handed to her. Jess shook his head and said, "Can I please have the bubblemint twist with a scoop of caramel mocha, and make sure it's in the biggest, craziest cone you've got." He then turned to Rory, smirked, and said, "Now that's ice cream."

The two walked out into the cool air. The sky was fading into dusk and the breeze was picking up. They didn't say anything for a few minutes until Jess interrupted the silence.

"So, are we just going to avoid the subject awkwardly or put it out in the open?" He asked. They both knew exactly what he was talking about.

"We kissed." Rory stated, not skipping a beat.

"Guess we're going for out in the open." Jess muttered, a hidden smirk in his words. He was surprised by her statement and had not expected her to be this comfortable with the subject. He had imagined her to flush a light crimson and stammer before finally saying something that was only said to fill the silence, not confront the issue immediately.

"Jess." She said in that, this is serious so quite joking tone her hers.

"Ok, we kissed." He said slowly. "The thing is, did it mean anything?" He muttered.

"Well, obviously it meant something because I broke up with Dean and I don't even know why so it probably has something to do with, well, the kiss, and you're here, for no apparent reason, which is something you'd never do unless something important happened and…" She realized she was making a fool of herself and she ended it with an awkward, "So, yeah…" She blushed at herself for rambling and watched him, waiting for him to say something, anything. If her previous statement hadn't caught Jess' attention, this one sure did.

"You broke up with Dean?" Jess asked, slowly and deliberately.

Rory sighed and said, "Yes. I broke up with Dean, alright? It was on the phone, just before you got here. It was the right thing to do."

"Ok." Jess said, noncommittally.

"Well?" Rory asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Well what?" He said, confused.

"Do you think it meant anything?" She asked in a 'duh' tone.

They were at the door of the hotel-like dorm place Rory was staying in and the two stopped walking, their ice cream long thrown away.

"Yes." Jess whispered. Rory's breath caught at his answer as he slowly reached out for her hands. When they met she felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout her body. They leaned in towards each other, Jess's hand making its way towards her neck. Rory's pulse was racing as she anticipated what was coming next. Her heart beat a hundred times per minute and when his hand reached the back of her neck she felt her knees give out and she slipped from his grip but the wall behind her back steadied her balance. Rory could feel his breath on her lips and she slightly parted her mouth. Their lips were just a centimeter away when Rory saw Paris emerging behind Jess. "Rory!" she called excitedly. Of all the times for Paris to actually be in a good mood and looking almost happy, she had to choose now. Rory thought. Jess groaned, and pulled away, still feeling her touch on him. His thoughts were clouded over with her face, her feel, her everything. He was intoxicated with want, all caused by her and slowly came back to focus. She had no idea what kind of effect she had on him. "Remind me to kill whoever that is later on." He muttered, thinking aloud.

"I'll help." Rory mumbled back, finally dropping his hand.

"Rory, you remember Jamie right? Well, he asked me to dinner tomorrow! Can you believe it? Me being asked to dinner by Jamie!" Paris cried. She's lucky she's so far away or I might strangle her, right here, right now. Rory thought to herself.

"Wow, great Paris, I'm really happy for you." Rory said through clenched teeth.

"See you." Jess said, walking off.

"Wait, where are you staying?" Rory called after him.

"I'll find somewhere." He said, turning to her.

"I'm in room 63." Rory said, even though she didn't quite know why.

"I know." He called back before disappearing through the doors into the large building. He had been so close, so close to her, but of course, they'd never belong together. The interruption by the infamous Paris had been a warning to back off, and soon. Of course, Jess never followed the rules before. Why should he start now? He walked up to the front desk of the place Rory was staying at and saw the same, bored girl as before sitting there. "Do you have an available room anywhere close to room 63?" he asked, looking out the window as Rory turned to Paris, her shoulders slumped, looking downward. So she had wanted it too, he thought. She had wanted to kiss him. That was definitely a good sign. "Room 64." The girl said, handing him a key. "Thanks." he muttered and walked towards the elevator, but not before taking one last look at Rory.

"Who was that?" Paris asked, walking up to Rory.

"That was my, um, that…that was Jess." She said, sighing and walking inside.

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She wondered if he had any idea how much she wanted to be with him. She wondered if he could possibly imagine what his touch did to her, or the warmth she felt when he smiled. She remembered her mother's words, that she should wallow after a breakup, but she didn't want to wallow. She wanted to be with Jess, now. Rory rolled over in bed and sighed. Paris was dead asleep, muttering about some court case where she had been wrongfully accused of raping a raccoon. Rory slipped out of her covers and walked to the door that led out, onto the tiny balcony every room had. She slid the door open and stepped outside. The cool night air was soothing and she leaned over the railing, looking down at the silent street below her. She heard a small noise that startled her and she jumped, whipping her head around the where noise came from. She saw the familiar smoky, charcoaled eyes. She heard a familiar chuckle and slowly said, "Jess?"

"Some coincidence huh?" he said softly.

"You're staying there?" she asked, disbelieving.

"Looks that way." He remarked.

"Huh." She answered, momentarily stealing his line. She had a hunch that it was more than mere coincidence that Jess' room was directly across from hers. Rory nodded and silently slipped off the balcony. Jess knew exactly where she was going.

She held the door so it shut quietly and waited for him to meet him out in the hall. She gazed up and down at the doors lit by fluorescent lights and wondered if he'd actually known where she'd gone and what she meant by her silent nod. She suddenly felt hands slip around her waist and let out a scream, which was muffled by another strong hand. She turned around, her heart beating overtime, feeling like she was going to collapse. He snickered and she let out a huge breath when she saw that it was him.

"I hate you" she whisper yelled through her teeth as she stared at his amused expression. "Wipe that smile off your face young man." She ordered.

"Yes Sir!" he answered, saluting Rory. She giggled and walked towards the elevator. She then remembered the building's rules.

"This place is kind of like a hostel and it doesn't let anyone in, or out between midnight and 5 in the morning. Don't ask me why, 'cause I have absolutely no clue." Rory explained

"So we're stuck on this floor for the next 4 and a half hours, you're saying?" Jess asked.

"Yep." She replied.

"Okay, well, then…"

"Crap!" Rory cried, interrupting him.

"What?" he asked, intrigued by her sudden outburst.

"I forgot my key…" she whined.

"Oh." Jess said. He had no idea what to do now and said what came to mind first. "Well, you wanna come hang out on my balcony?" he asked tentatively. He knew he was treading on quicksand, and once you start sinking, you can never get out.

"Oooo-kay." Rory said slowly, wondering if she should've said that or not. This wasn't something she was used to, going into a boy's room alone. Jess opened his door and led her in. His room was an exact replica of Rory's without Paris sleeping in one of the beds. They walked out to the balcony, unsure of what to do.

"So about before…." Jess said slowly.

"About before…" Rory repeated.

"Do we want to talk about it?" He asked, unsurely.

"I think it'd be easier not." Rory replied simply, dismissing the subject. She was staring out into oblivion, obviously distracted by something. Jess turned his head to see what she was focused on and he saw a small, folded up escape ladder. It was the kind that you throw over an edge; clasp on and then climb down it to escape a fire.

"Oh, no." Jess said quickly, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"We were planning on going downstairs to go outside, weren't we? Now we'll just be going down a ladder to get outside. I honestly don't see much of a difference." Rory said innocently.

"No way am I climbing down an unsteady, dangerous ladder meant for life or death emergencies so if you die on the ladder it hardly matters. Now this, not a life or death emergency. I die on that ladder and there's no one to say, 'well, he would've died in the fire up in the building anyway.' This would just be, 'he was an idiot for going down the unsteady ladder, so he deserved to die.' So no, I am not going down that ladder." Jess said, looking like he thought he had just made perfect sense. Rory held back the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at his impractical reasoning as to why he wouldn't just go down the ladder.

"Fine." She said defiantly and swung the ladder over the edge of the balcony. She heard a small rustling below and she knew it had reached the ground. Rory slid out of her fuzzy pink slippers, clipped the ladder to the balcony edge and gracefully swung over without a second thought.

"Rory!" Jess called. "You're not honestly going down there!"

"Oh, yes I am, and you're coming with me!" He heard her voice call from below. Jess knew Rory wasn't safe down there, alone late in the night, and he knew if he didn't go down with her and she could mugged or kidnapped, it would be solely blamed on him. So, with a sigh, Jess momentarily gave up stubbornness and swung over the balcony with surprising agility. The climb down was short and he painlessly reached the ground. Jess searched the dark for her piercing blue eyes. They were nowhere; Jess turned and looked to his other side, no sight of Rory. Now he was beginning to panic. She could be lost, or raped, or being hacked to death by an axe murderer…

"Your turn." He heard someone whisper in his ear. Jess jumped up, his breath catching as he held back a yell. He whipped his head around, I think I found her, he thought to himself.

"Jesus Christ Rory! You scared the crap out of me!" He yelled.

"That being the point." Rory giggled. It was the laugh that he had missed so much, the laugh he loved, her laugh. He watched her quickly run off into the dark. He ambled ahead following her at a slower pace.

"Come on, slowpoke!" she called from ahead, laughing. He followed her voice to see her standing next to a large, gushing fountain. She was rolling her pants up to her knees and lifting her toes into the air.

"What are you doing?" Jess asked, approaching the fountain.

"Dancin' in the water." Rory said in a sing-song voice as she stepped into the cold, crystal water. She was exhilarated and felt a rush of energy. She began to twirl about, splashing in the spray. He watched her spin, hypnotized by the sight. She was delirious in the cold splashes and the rush of energy that was surging through her, but she knew he was watching her. She stopped abruptly, staring him down, or at least trying to. She was so dizzy that all she could see were circles, spinning around and around. She stumbled and crashed to the ground, creating a small typhoon around her that lapped over the edges of the fountain. He tried desperately to hold in his laughter until she stood up, sopping wet, still drunkenly stumbling, and muttering to herself. It was all too hard and when she came to focus she saw his eyes dancing with laughter and a huge, wobbling smirk on his face.

"Shut up." She ordered and stepped out of the pool of water.

"I said nothing." He answered, standing up but still with a smirk.

"Well don't." She said again.

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It was amazing how something so simple and innocent could make her eyes light up like they did. All you needed to satisfy Rory Gilmore was the night air and the light of the moon. This bewildered Jess; she seemed so childish, running in the nighttime, twirling round and round. She was like a dream, and he sat down to watch her hypnotizing image, turning round and round. Finally she stopped and began walking forward, stumbling in her dizziness, but keeping her direction firm as if she knew where she was going. She ran across empty streets, lit by the buzzing of the dim streetlamps. She went through bare alleyways, and behind tall buildings. Finally, she stopped at what looked like the tallest building. There was a long fire ladder that started just a foot above Rory's head and led straight to the roof. Suddenly, she summoned a huge amount of courage and dove up, grabbing the bottom handle of the ladder. She then proceeded to climb up, and up and up.

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Jess looked around to find Rory nowhere, he heard a sudden bang above him and he abruptly looked up to find Rory, hanging by one arm and swinging back and forth across a tall ladder. He heard her shriek and immediately climbed up the ladder as quickly as he could. He was up to where she is in less than five seconds. Through her terror she had a flitting thought that he was saving her, he was coming to her rescue, but the thought quickly passed. By now she had managed to catch her balance and had a firm grasp on the rungs of the ladder but her heart was racing and her breathing was ragged. "You okay?" he asked, worry pouring from his words.

"Y-Y-Yeah, I'm ok." She answered, taking a deep breath and regrouping herself. He stayed behind her the rest of the climb up until they reach the top.

"So tell me why we're up here?" Jess asked, looking around.

"I've always wanted to go on a roof, so what's a better time than the present? You were the one who came racing up after me." She explained, once again remembering the feeling she had for that one millisecond where she knew he was coming up there for her and only her.

"Well, excuse me for trying to save your life." He said defensively.

"You're excused." She replied, her eyes gleaming. Jess gave her a long look that more or less said, you are ridiculous. Rory giggled and looked around. It seemed as though others had had the same idea she'd come up with since there were three flat lawn chairs, pushed together in the center. Rory walked over to them and flopped down right in the center, staring up at the night sky. Jess watched her every move, every breath she took, everywhere her blue eyes flitted to, every small twitch she made. He took it all in as a whole, like a thousand puzzle pieces that when put together, created Rory Gilmore.

"Have you ever just stared up at the sky, looked at the stars, and thought." Rory asked quietly.

"Thought what?" Jess replied.

"Well, it's just, there's a whole universe around us, maybe even multiple universes and we never even think about it. We're all here in our own little worlds where every tiny problem we go through is a catastrophe and every minute's savored for us but I mean, do you ever just sit and think? There's so much more than just us and so much more going on out there." She finished, still staring at the stars the whole time.

"Rory, you're going all psychological on me. Is there something you'd like to tell me?" He asked keeping a straight and feigning concern in his eyes.

"Well, see I was thinking of becoming a psychologist, I hear it pays great but the hours-not so good." She answered playing along.

"And how do you feel about that." Jess asked, and he began to furiously scribble in an invisible notebook he held in his lap, looking up every two seconds, but keeping the straight face. Rory tried to think up a witty remark to quip his shrink routine but she was at a loss so she settled for a giggle and watched him walk over to where she was laying and flop down next to her. He bent his knees and spread his arms out. They sat in a comfortable silence like that for a few minutes until Jess interrupted.

"Yeah, sometimes I do think about it all. It's fascinating when you try to figure out what's really going on up there. It's so captivating, the thoughts take up your whole mind and it seems like they're trying to push it farther, expand your brain."

"Exactly…" Rory said, amazed at how he could practically read her thoughts.

She looked over at him and for once, allowed herself to stare. The moonlight cast an eerie shine over his face and it made his eyes look vivid and bright. Suddenly her hand took on a mind of its own and moved its way over to his. What the hell am I doing? She asked herself but she couldn't seem to stop. His bare arms gleamed in the light and she couldn't take her eyes off his skin. He had on a pair of black and green flannel pajama pants with a checkered print and a white sleeveless wife-beater. His feet-like Rory's-were bare having long discarded his sopping socks, wet from the mud he'd trudged through. Her small hand lightly landed on his wrist and she felt him suddenly shiver. Her fingertips began to make their way up his arm, reaching his elbow and continuing to his shoulder. She felt his muscle tense under her touch and then relax as she moved on. She went up and down his arm taking in the feel of him. She felt his breath catch as she lightly fingered the crease that was on the opposite side of his elbow. His breathing from then on was erratic but this only made her want more. She kept her eyes on him, sensing for signs of discomfort. She saw none but finally drew her hand away. She could still feel the way the muscles in his biceps seemed to flex when she ran over them. She remembered the one moment when her pinky had grazed his neck and an avalanche of chills flowed through him and transferred over to her. She was in a daze and couldn't create a logical thought if she tried. The quicksand had sucked her in, and now there was no way of pulling herself out.

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What is she doing to me? Is she trying to kill me or is this just some torture procedure she likes to hold over me? Why'd did she do that? Why did she touch me like that? Whether she's trying to or not, she is very slowly killing me and my self control. She doesn't know so much. She doesn't know that I want to grab her and make her knees go weak, make her legs melt to jello, make her lose her breath and never catch it again, make her eyes go blind, make her brain fog over and never clear. She doesn't know how much I love her, how long I've waited, and what she does to me every time I see her. She doesn't know how much it hurt every time I saw her and Dean together. She doesn't even know that I came back to Stars Hollow for her. Everything I do is for her and she doesn't even know it. Funny.

AN: Hey, so there's the 2nd chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Trust me, Rory and Jess will get together, this is a lit. It's going to take me a while to write the next chapter cuz this one was supposed to be three chapters and take me through a big amount of time but I made it into one so you might have to wait a little longer for another update. Of course, who can write a story without ReVeIwS???-Subtle enough for you?

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