2.22b

Since Rory's own heart did Rory not face,
The Fates turned, instead, towards a cold case:
To Chris and to Lorelai, once so in love,
Who found, once again, they fit like a glove.

With business unfinished, they now had a chance
To settle some things, to marry, perchance.
And Clotho, the most, was rooting for Chris
Since, like the young Gilmore, she'd waited for this.

Now Clotho sat down to see what she could
And thrilled when she heard their banter was good,
With Chris asking if a repeat would be right
And Lorelai's giggle in thought of their night.

Their banter conformed to Clotho's own taste
Since their similarities Clotho embraced.
The two bore their threads in riots of colour
With beautiful harmony. Brighter, not duller.

Atropos sat down, alongside her sibling
And couldn't resist some good-natured ribbing.
"You think mighty highly of work that you've done
Since watching those two you seem to find fun!"

"You know I'm a sucker for threads that can match
Of course do I love it when those threads attach
To form a good twist for mortals to mate!
And Lorelai, now, with Chris is so great!"

Atropos then nodded but offered her thoughts.
Said, "Matching is fine, when tying in knots,
But give me some contrast within a good weave.
When sparks start to flying my eyes won't take leave!"

"Oh Attie," did Clotho, to sister, reply,
As Clotho did roll her eyes to the sky.
"You always did crave the loves more dramatic
Where mortals collide, creating a static.

"I guess that you're rooting instead for a pairing
Of Lorelai's teasing with Lucas's glaring?"
"Of course, my dear sister! You know that it's true."
Then Clotho admitted, "Their pairing's good too.

"But while you may call yourself a Java Junkie,
I lean more towards a Balcony Buddy,
Since Chris and this woman are so much alike
And they two, together, have garnered a tyke."

The eyes of Atropos then sort of bugged out.
She kept her voice calm but wanted to shout,
"But she and her daughter both love Luke so much!
And Lorelai's daydreams revolve 'round Luke's touch!"

Though Clotho, those words, just could not deny
She smiled at her sister and slightly did sigh.
"I guess it's a topic that we must agree
Is one upon which we must disagree!

"But one thing on which we can fully agree
Is Chris with his Sherry should no longer be!"
Said Clotho at last. It raised up a brow.
Atropos could argue but left it for now.

The two then addressed the Sister yet quiet
And hoped her tie-breaker would rule out a riot.
A hearing she held, as though in a court.
Discussions were epic and none were cut short.

While talk at Olympus did flow without end,
A boy from New York, his way, did now wend.
The path of his feet was true contradiction
Of plans the Fates had that he stay in eviction.

She'd come to The City to find him in park
And arrow of Cupid had, straight to it's mark,
Shot right through the air to pierce wanting heart
And torn his decision to stay all-apart.

For surely since Rory had come look for him,
She held not to malice nor anger so grim.
Perhaps even still it meant she had feelings
That dabbled in lusty or romantic dealings!

And, must Jess admit, if must he be truthful,
That, from little hamlet, his person's removal
Had done not a thing to ease his own urge
To, into her tresses, his fingers submerge.

Then all of those thoughts, in sudden profusion
Had settled his heart of its tender confusion.
For where he should live, it tipped right the scales.
The wind made a change and puffed out his sails.

While Liz was at work, he'd packed bag again.
He'd flicked out the light and gone to catch train.
And train did him shuttle towards other station
Where bus could then rectify Jess's location.

So simple it was to purchase the ticket.
A beeline he'd made towards waiting wicket.
He'd boarded the bus and claimed his own seat.
The bus pulled away to distance defeat.

But as, in his seat, he'd watched passing miles,
The closer he'd gotten, the more he'd feared trials.
Not least of his worry was uncle's reception
Since, last time he'd seen him, he'd made a confession.

Now Jess had snuck into the diner's apartment.
(So easy it was without the bombardment
Of nosiest neighbours that he'd ever known
Since Townies, for once, had left diner alone.)

As Luke was awaited, Jess went 'round the place.
With words rushing back, he started to pace.
He rued the admissions that, raw and so clear,
Had slipped from his lips to Luke's waiting ear.

Now Jess was embarrassed he'd, then, turned to mush
And said way too much, to Luke, of his crush.
But Jess had no time to fret about this.
Luke entered the room and found it amiss.

They spoke of his staying, which grew rather heated
As Luke wished to know how that would be treated.
Requirements now were falling to Jess.
That things should be different he must acquiesce.

And Jess thought that, really, it wasn't so bad
To make some concessions to life he had had.
Jess offered to help. He turned a new leaf.
Then Luke crossed a line and gave him some grief.

Recalling the talk that they'd had on the bridge,
Luke voiced an assumption, some facts did abridge:
Said Rory was happy to be still with Dean.
And Jess should concede and not intervene.

Some words can put noses downright out of joint.
Jess tried to save face but Luke stuck to his point.
Indignant embarrassment made Jess see red.
He gritted his teeth. "I heard what you said!"

That he'd keep his distance his words seemed to ring.
'Course Jess Mariano would do no such thing.
His exit was loud and sullen and brash.
That Jess hadn't changed, Luke knew in a flash.

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