I'm ba – ack. Got home early, thank god. Found out I'll be in San Francisco as of the tenth of February. If only for a week and a half. Wrote most of this on yellow lined paper and it almost got lost in customs. Nah, life for me is one hell of an aeroplane ride. My traveling schedule for those who like to pry is that February tenth to twentieth I'm in Cali, March 16 to 30 I'm in Switzerland, skipping to May on the fifth to I think the 15 I'm in Sweden. And plans for New Hampshire in April aren't finalized yet. So if your thinkin' that this ain't gonna take a while think again. Sorry about that I'll post when I can and try to be consistent. That means I'll try and update twice a month. Hope fully. Hopefully. . . . . .

Disclaimer : I don't own Gilmore Girls. I'm sad. Oh god, I think I'm pouting. . . . !

Any way, so back round info. There will be references to this later but I wanted to clear up any confusion before any starts. This will have a little different back round than a very snowy Christmas and I think it's moving in the direction of becoming it's own story. I don't have the correct timeline worked out yet so forgive me if it doesn't organise itself right. . . . . . .

After Dean and Rory slept together, they tried to work it out, but in the end, he went back to Lindsay and they bothworked it out instead. Jess returned for Lorelai and Luke's wedding, which happened directly after the opening of the Dragonfly. Rory and Jess got back together and were at it seriously, but they broke up on good terms. She and Logan try at it next. Logan cheated on her and they ended badly but they're starting to become more friendly towards on e another. Currently she's in her 3rd year of college (are they still called juniors?). Does that make any sense?

Beware of the typos. . . . . . . .and the dirty language. . . . . . .

Rory jogged steadily down the sidewalk, occasionally dodging the random person who got in her way. There could be trouble, big trouble, if Jess randomly showed up at Tristan's room. She shuddered thinking of the confrontation that might ensue. Or it just might have really cold inpin short shorts in February.Though really, there wasn't that much to worry about.
'Who the hell are you?' Tristan asked, smirking.

'Who wants to know?' Jess said, slightly uncomfortably, shuffling his feet.

'Alright then.' Holding out his hand and rolling his eyes, Tristan replied, 'I'm Tristan DuGray.'

Jess stared down at the outstretched hand, 'You know Rory?

'Of course I do, we went, go, to school together!'

Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a book and tossed in the air. 'Uh huh. Will she at least be coming by later?'

'She should be by later, I'd think.' Staring intently at the angsty look on Jess's face.

And at those words, as Jess promptly sat on the doorstep and started to read, Tristan closed the door with a quietly muttered 'wiseass. . . . '

Lorelai sat in an awkward position on her very lumpy couch, smirking happily. Her back pain wasn't letting up, and her current seating (or would it be sitting?) style made the pain just a bit more bearable. And she had just created a extremely entertaining situation

Luke came in holding a cup of coffee and some tea for himself. 'So, Lorelai, what have you done, to put that kind of evil grin on your face.'

'Oh I just, accidentally gave Jess the wrong room number. Tristan's dorm room actually. . .' Lorelai stared into space for a moment.

'So you corrupted her with coffee, and are now screwing with her love life.'

She looked sheepish. 'Uh huh, what's new?'

'Lorelai. . . . . '

Logan turned his head, and nodded towards the now closed door. 'Who was there?'

'Some angsty – looking guy asking for Rory. He said he would wait until she came back.' Tristan answered.

'You didn't offer him her actual address?' Jon raised his eyebrows, it wasn't like Tristan to be so cryptic.

Tristan shrugged his shoulders in response, 'He didn't ask.'

'Did you get his name?' Came Colin's voice from the bedroom.

'No, he's just out there, if you are truly that inquisitive then go ask him yourself.' And with those words and a scowl, Tristan moved into the bathroom to get changed.

'Hola hula! Jon, get the camera. NOW!' Colin shouted from Tristan's bedroom.

'Jesus, calm down I'm getting' it, I'm getti – '

'NOW, NOW, NOW! GET THE GUNS, RAM THE BARRICADE, HIDE ALL WOMEN AND CHILDREN! FINN'S WAKING UP IN 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 -!'

'Got it!' Jon ran into the bedroom and tossed a compact digital camera to Colin.

'AHH BLOODY FUCKING HELL!'

'Say cheese Finn!' and light clicking sounds came from the camera.

While Finn was under an alcohol induced slumber / unconsciousness, apparently Colin had switched him upside down on the twirly chair. Finn's head was red from lying off the end of the chair and his legs were bent awkwardly over the back of the swirly chair. His blood – shot eyes wide open in confusion and anger.

'Don't curse, Finn Finny dear, it's not polite.' Said Logan primly, with an emphasis on the word polite.

'You can't tell him not to curse. Bloody isn't really even a swear word.' Colin reprimanded him.

'But its still offensive, sometimes.' Logan countered pathetically, earning the attention of a few of his lesser – liked team mates.

'Uh huh, but fuck is the same, I mean it's a verb, that doesn't make it not a swear word.' Jon commented, trying, oh – so – hard to get back in the game.

'Yes, the proper word usage in this case would be : "Oh I cut my finger, what is it? Bloody",' And the ever sarcastic Tristan takes the lead in this noble fight of words.

Now they were all rambling away. 'Fuck, verb; fucking, adjective, verb. Therefore fuck is a word. And a swear word, where as damn is just an adjective and damnation is the noun version…….'

Attempting to roll his eyes, and looking mock offended Finn said loudly, 'Will you stop, mates? I've got a bit of a headache! And would you mind passing the scotch and an advil?'

And the juveniles of the LDB laughed merrily, as they completely, utterly, and totally, forgot why they had gotten together in the first place.

Tristan's dorm, house, room, was just coming into view, and Rory could only hope she'd be there on time. She ran up to the outer door and yanked it open, her feet knew the way to Tristan's room. After two flights of stairs, Rory turned the corner to find Jess sitting Indian style on the floor, leaning against the doorframe.

'Jess!' She cried relieved to find in him whole. Most probably the LDB boys had gone to Colin's place, and therefore Jess hadn't even met Tristan yet!

Startled, Jess looked up from his reading. 'Rory.'

She climbed down to her knees and hugged him awkwardly. 'Oh, Jess, how are you doing?'

'I'm fine, but I've been waiting here for a while,' He jabbed his finger in the direction of the door. 'But, those guys weren't to nice about me waiting here.'

'Oh,' her face fell, ' So you met Tristan and the gang?'

'Not the gang, just Tristan.'

'Oh, well do you want to get some coffee?' Rory gestured towards the stairway.

'Sure.' Said Jess, with a rare smile, some things never change.

As she stood back up, Jess smirked. 'Nice outfit, you weren't actually exercising where you?'

'Oh, no! Could I ever do that to my fragile body?'

'It's not that fragile,' he stated with a smile, raising his eyebrows suggestively, reminding her of the time they had dated.

Rory blushed a rose pink slowly creeping up her neck.

'So really how are you?' She asked as they walked out of the building, into the chilly air.

Jess was so happy. The feeling was almost indescribable, he was with Rory, and he, sadly enough, still cared for her.

'Jess?'

Shaking his head, he replied, 'Oh yeah, I'm fine, doing fine, I missed you though.' Then he noticed her shoulders trembling slightly. 'You cold?'

'No, no don't worry.'

'Here, take my jacket,' he said gruffly.

She smiled up at him as he draped the warm leather jacket over her shoulders. 'Thanks.'

Turning the corner, they ran smack straight in to Christina Van Bonde. A deep redhead, she had black eyes and the ends of her hair curled at her elbows, and under her chin.

'Rory, oh, honey darling, now don't forget! Party tonight at , no wait, on the second floor of the funny looking building. You coming? Because you have to.'

'Oh yeah, sure, I'm going to be there, eh, can Jess come too?' Rory asked.

'The sexy brunette standing behind you? Of course! He your boy friend? I have one of those too, oh no, more than one, but not if you count stable ones. . . . . . ' The redhead rambled on.

'Bye, Christina!' Rory called as she kept walking.

'You don't mind coming do you?' Rory suddenly worried, she had done just what had broken them up. She had started organising his life again, it was instinctive; she wanted to take care of him.

'Don't bother, I, I . . . . I really do enjoy spending time with you.' Jess stuttered.

'So are you happy?' She smiled warmly at his dark gaze.

'I'm literally in heaven, I mean I'm floating on a large pier of great white cotton candy fluffiness. Looking down at you mortals and internally laughing at your stupidity.' Jess deadpanned.

Rory laughed under her breath. 'Ah, the ever undeniably attractive Jess Mariano!'

Later that Night. . . . . .

Tristan was pissed. Why wasn't Rory with him? That dark haired boy, Jess, who exactly was he? Why hadn't Rory told him about him? The idea of him seemed familiar. But it wasn't fair.

And out of spite he had had to ask some slim busty blonde to try and get back at her! He didn't even know if she was dating this guy, I mean they weren't even dating! Argh this was so confusing!

'Gimme a can of beer Jon. Please just gimme a beer.' Tristan said tiredly as he watched his Mary and her new, hem, previous consort.

Luckily for him though, Finn was going into dramatics again, and Finn's dramatics were usually entertaining enough to take his mind off what ever happened to be bothering him.

'Don't gimme the beer!' He cried with a hand to his heart. 'Beer is for hicks, give me the vodka, the cognac, the whiskey, the gin, hell even the kirsch! Anything but the beer! Yes, please, anything with more than 35 alcohol.'

Stephanie handed him a beer can. 'Finn, calm down for a sec'.' She said rolling her eyes.

'Oh well, ya can't always get what you want, huh.' He commented as he flipped the cap of the beer can.

Across the room standing near a couch and also near the makeshift bar. . . . .

'He can't date her! Her boobs probably have more plastic in them than a mannequin.' Rory cried, distressed, eyeing Tristan and his very blonde date.

'Rory, that's not a suitable excuse, that's just funny.'

'But it's so true. . . .'

'Yes I know, and her brain is probably as hallow as a mannequin but we all have our own similarities to mannequins.'

'Stephanie. . . . ' Rory growled.

tbc. . . . . . .

One last thing.

I have always, always, (which by the way, is not a very long time) wanted to end a chapter with the word whoosh. So there it is -

Whoosh.