A/N: I probably won't update until next week, I have midterms Thursday, Friday and most of next week. I'll try to update this weekend, but no promises. Lyrics are from 'The Guns of Brixton' by The Clash in bold. Flashbacks are in italics. I'm sorry it sucks, but I felt I had to post another chapter.

Rory's eyes hurt from staring at the computer screen for too long. She was working on an article for The Daily News. She had to re-write three different times already and it was only four. Concentrating was a difficult when Jess consumed your thoughts. He'd left two days ago and she missed him terribly. He wouldn't be able to visit for awhile and she had a lot of school work to catch up on.

She saved the article she'd been working on for an hour and decided to call it a day. Rory decided to go to Stars Hollow to pay her lovely mother a visit. In one fluid motion she stood and pulled on her coat. A cool breeze met her as she opened the door and she pulled her coat tighter around her.

Their song was playing on the radio and it brought a smile to her face.

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

She turned it up louder and began to sing along.

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

Rory let all the memories, whether happy, sad or painful, overwhelm her.

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

"Have you read this?" Rory asked holding up her copy of Howl.

"About 40 times."

"I thought you didn't read much."

"Well what is much?"

Rory had "called him Dodger, and he had known the character was from Oliver Twist.

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

"Why are you so nice to me?" Rory asked as she and Jess sat on the bridge. He had paid $90 for her basket, for her company.

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

The crazy new neighbor had asked the Gilmore girls to water his lawn for him while he was away. Rory couldn't get them to turn off and was huffing and puffing around town. She ran into Jess and he instantly came to the rescue. A text message said Dean was on his way to come fix the sprinklers and with doe-eyes she looked up at him. With a smirk Jess had turned the sprinklers back on then disappeared.

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

"Rory, I'm doing some of my best work here and you're talking right through it." Jess had said to Rory's request that he accompany her to the Winter Carnival. The kissing continued and the duo almost got ran over by a car.

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

"Hemingway is the cure for insomnia." She said with a smile.

"You're cracked. Rand was a political nut."

"Yeah, but no one can write a forty page monologue like her."

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

She had tried to pretend it didn't hurt, but it did. Why didn't he say anything when he saw her on the bus? He had just up and left with no goodbye. She dove into studying.

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

"Is there somewhere we can sit down?"

"No. You wanted to talk, so talk." Her blue eyes ablaze.

"I love you."

She was stunned and he got into his car and left, yet again.

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

"Don't say "No" to make me stop talking or go away, only say "No" if you really don't want to be with me." His voice was desperate.

"No!."

He backed away slowly and with a final glance, he was gone.

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

A sigh escaped her lips at the end of the song. No matter how hard it was to be so far away from him, it was all worth it to be his.

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It was only Tuesday and he missed her terribly. Jess had lied to her, saying he wouldn't be able to visit this weekend. But really, he had exciting news to tell her but he wanted it all to be a surprise: His visit, the dinner and the news.