Disclaimer: This is where my really cute disclaimer would go if I could think of one, but I can't at the moment so I'm just going to say: Gilmore Girls does not in the least bit belong to me… except for the seasons on DVD… those I own.
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The bus bumped along the road sending its passengers jumping up and down in their seats.
She looked out her window; she had gotten a seat next to one upon her mother's request. Lorelai had been right; there was so much of the world to see she felt kind of bad for the people who chose not to sit near one.
But then again, it's their choice.
She watched as the sign reading "Welcome to Philadelphia" get illuminated in the dark as the bus passed by and she finds herself smiling.
"Okay folks", they're boss was saying from the front seat, "We're almost to the Hotel, if the person next to you is asleep, wake them up. I want everyone in their rooms and into bed, we've got a big day tomorrow."
Standing up, Rory grabbed her luggage from the rack above her as the bus slowed down at the entrance to the cheap Hotel.
She bent down and shook her friend wake, "Blake! Time to get up!" She shouted into to his ear.
All she earned from him was a mumble and a hand swat before she had to shake him harder.
"Alright, alright! I'm up! Jeez, you could have been a little nicer Gilmore." He told her, as he stood up and rubbed his eyes, pulling his suitcase down.
She smiles, he reminds her a lot of Doyle, and she wonders how Paris's wedding plans were coming.
"You should thank me for not leaving your sorry ass on the bus all night." She told him before turning around and walking down the isle.
"You're right; thank your majesty, for even taking time from your busy schedule to talk to a commoner like me." He said sarcastically, dragging his suitcase behind him as he followed her off the bus.
"I'm glad you see it my way." She said with a smile.
They followed the train of their coworkers into the Hotel and got their keys at the front desk.
Sharing an elevator up to the second floor both of them slumped against the wall with exhaustion.
Sighing, Rory pushed herself off the wall upon hearing the ding of the elevator. The doors opened and she followed Blake down the hall to where their rooms where located.
"This is where we part my lady." Blake said with a bow as they went into they're separate rooms right across the hall from each other, her roommate was already passed out on one of the beds.
Rory took off her shoes and crawled into the unoccupied bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes.
She lay that way for twenty minutes, unable to fall asleep, even though she knew she was tired.
Letting out a deep breath she opened her eyes and stared and the ceiling through the darkness.
Maybe it was just the thought of being here, where he lived, but something made her miss him. She knew it was useless trying find him but it was also useless to try to sleep now, even though her boss would have a fit come morning when he sees her half dead. Ignoring that thought she crawled out of bed, slipping on her shoes and Yale hoodie. She grabbed her purse, checking to make sure she had the room key and left the room, letting the door click behind her.
She walked down the hall to the elevator and took it to the lobby, nodding at the person behind the counter as she passed and picking up a map of Philadelphia from a rack.
Walking out into the cool air of the night she took a deep breath and let it clear her head as she plunged head first into the dark streets of Philly.
Rory knew was suppose to be looking for a bus stop or some indication of where she was. She held the map tightly in her hand, there was always a third option, she thought, but she didn't want to use it, not yet anyway.
As she walked, Rory figured that Philly was probably not the best place for her to be wondering around lost in the dark but she thought it was probably safer then New York where he used to live.
After walking around aimlessly for about five more minutes Rory came to the conclusion that she had been crazy and he wouldn't want to see her anyway and decided it was time to go back to the Hotel. She really did need her rest for tomorrow and this little episode of trying to find him was just a brain malfunction.
After a moment of quick consideration and of looking down at the map then around her in a circle she discovered that she had no idea which direction the Hotel might be in.
Crap.
She didn't see any cabs near by and she really didn't want to go looking for one, and all her co-workers were sleeping and didn't want to wake them and make them get a cab to go find her. So now she was stuck, standing under a street light by the curb with nothing to do but option number three.
Great.
Pulling out her cell phone Rory scrolled down to an almost unused number and pressed send.
She heard three long annoying rings before someone picked up and she held her breath.
"Hello?" said the person groggily and slightly annoyed on the other end.
She woke him up, nice going Gilmore.
"Who is this and what the hell do you want?" He sounded more awake now and very pissed.
She didn't know what to say, after everything they had been through, would he really want to be her night in shinning armor and come save her?
"Listen, unless you say something I'm hanging up and going back to sleep." Yeah, he defiantly sounded irritated, but who wouldn't be at this hour?
She was frozen, though. She knew she should say something anything but she couldn't make her mouth form words.
"Okay then… Good bye." He said and she heard the click of the phone and saw 'Call Ended' blinking on her phone before it went back to the picture of her and her mom set as her wallpaper.
Shaking her head she knew she had to pull herself together and she should have said something, she really needed to get back to her Hotel and he was the only way she could think of doing that.
So she called again.
This time there was only two long rings this time before he picked up.
"What?" he shouted into the phone, "Can't a person get some sleep without being pestered every minute with some unresponsive ass whole calling in the middle of the night?" Oh yeah, he was completely pissed now, but she had to say something, so she put all her courage into one word.
"Jess." She said quickly, not wanting him to hang up again.
"Who is this?" He asked, in his bedroom across the city he sat up and leaned his back against his headboard.
Rory ignored his question. "I'm lost."
She heard him sigh into the phone, "Rory?" he said, and she also thought she heard a 'Damn it.' from his end of the phone but she couldn't be sure. She was sure however, that he sounded tired but not from the lack of sleep, more of a sick-of-this-crap kind of tired.
"I need you to come get me." She told him, trying to ignore the guilty feeling she had.
"I'm in Philly." He told her, but threw the covers off of him and got out of bed anyway. Even if she was in France, he would find her, as sad as that was. "Where are you?"
He sighed and she heard it, she could also hear the rustle of clothes.
She could feel a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she thought of him in nothing but a pair of boxers but quickly shook it off.
Was he actually coming to get her?
"Rory?" There is was again, after all these years still, the feeling of her chest wanting to explode upon hearing her name come from his mouth. God, she was truly pathetic.
"In Philly." She stated with a shaky breath.
He froze where he was looking for a shirt to wear.
"You're where?" he asked taken aback.
"I'm in Philadelphia for work." She said almost shyly.
He had now found a shirt and was pulling it over his head.
"Okay." He stated simply, "Can you tell me where in Philly exactly?"
She looked around for some indication of where she was. "There's a street sign that says Diamond Street on the corner. Does that help?" she told him looking around feeling more and more nervous about being out there in the dark, it was nothing like Stars Hollow.
"I know where you are. Just stay there, I'm on my way." He told her, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
"Jess." Her voice was laced with fear.
"Yeah." he answered as he started his car.
"Please hurry." Was all she said before hanging up the phone looking around at the dark alley ways and people coming out of bars, praying he found her before someone else did.
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