AN: Thanks again to my loyal reviewers! I got a question about Luke and Lorelai. Originally I did plan to delve a bit into the tale of Luke and Lorelai. But I kind of wanted to get as much of this story done as possible, before the new episodes air on Netflix (this summer?). At this point, I'm feeling like I've bitten off more than I can chew! So I probably won't go into too much detail about them, unless it's a plot point relating to Jess and Rory. Any requests for Luke and Lorelai interpretations that I can allude to?
3.07d Once Shot, Was Shattered
And so, now for Rory the choice had been settled
Through choice not her own (though Moirai had meddled).
And gone was this chance for Rory to choose—
Her learning that skill, a paying of dues.
The Fates smacked their foreheads and cried in dismay
That Dean took such action on such crucial day.
The time was too soon for Rory and Jess
And Dean had just left them a titanic mess!
"So close were we paying attention to Jess,
And Rory as well," did Clotho attest,
"Ensuring that they would not cause this scene,
That, all of this time, we didn't watch Dean!"
Now Rory was walking, and tried she to cry
Since she had just lost a really great guy.
Though effort was noble, the tears didn't come.
Instead, Rory wandered, while just feeling numb.
Now Jess, from the gym, burst into the night
With thoughts that he, now, could put some things right.
Had Shane, with her words, whipped Jess in a tizzy.
But now, all alone, he only felt dizzy.
The Fates watched in dread: The shattered teens wand'ring
Alone in the dark. Saw Rory's toe fondling
A stone in her path that wished to be kicked.
But all of her limbs were tired and too strict.
And saw the Fates Jess, in bath of streetlight,
His overcome manner a true telling sight.
He stumbled a bit then stopped for a while
When swiftly his legs became immobile.
He leaned on a post and fingered his lighter
(And almost did drop it but, then, held on tighter)
And lit he the tip of a nicotine stick
To try slowing down a pulse much too quick.
Their dread turned to panic—her path lead to park
'Til she, on the bridge, sat alone in the dark—
Since there was but one who would look for her here
And she wondered whether that one would appear.
"He'll find her forthwith! The bridge has a force
That pulls them both in!" Lachesis cried, hoarse.
They frantically argued about a good fix
To pull a solution from bag of their tricks.
The Fates thought of Dean and gave him regret
By dousing his thread for a bluer mindset
In hopes that he'd come to call upon Rory
But lacked they the steps. The first, mandatory:
(A black had once kept him along Rory's side
Thus, plans of the Fates, did Dean once abide.)
But ere a true blue could take a black's place,
A black must be muted: it's stubborn erased.
The stubborn black ink that darkened Dean's thread
Would not allow blue to enter his head
So Dean stayed at home and brooded alone
And didn't now throw the Moirai this bone.
There wasn't the time to lighten Dean's black
As now Jess was moving, his feet on a track.
On path to his future, did Jess now embark.
His shaky legs led him now into the park.
The Fates only hope: to change all the colours
Of Rory and Jess (and no handy others)
To curb the advancement of dangerous story.
The Fates argued first for the colours of Rory.
Lachesis cried "Pink!" but got no agreement.
"Um... brown? Kelly green!" yelled Clotho, vehement.
"Light blue!" cried Atropos, response quite divisive.
"No, mauve!" called out Clotho, indeed indecisive.
Now Jess had arrived, disaster on brink!
Lachesis tossed Clotho a bottle of pink.
"For timidness—like the blush of a cheek—
In hopes that the colour will make her more meek!"
A dusting of pink did Clotho apply
Not knowing at all if it was the dye
To fix their new problem with best likelihood!
But reason her Sister gave sure sounded good!
But Rory was talking. To Jess, she said much—
The most inappropriate secrets and such!
The truths she should save for the future, forsooth!
Before the Fates knew it, she blurted the truth!
And, ere they could stop her, she asked Jess a question
About what Dean said—about their connection.
"What Dean said was right," did Rory confess.
Then, "Well... wasn't he?" She looked up at Jess.
On thread of his life the Fates gave a tug!
And, pulling with might, their heels in, they dug.
Jess shuffled his shoes, the Fates slid two feet,
Their tug of war all-but-succumbed to defeat!
So long the Fates struggled, so long did he pause,
That Rory did think that an error the cause.
They bade him be silent but Jess was too strong.
Before they could stop him, he rushed forth headlong.
"He's right. About all of it." ...All of his love
And all of his yearning for Rory thereof,
And all of his messing with Dean and his place.
His heart felt exposed and, frightened, did race.
The short speech of Jess did pull the last mile!
The Fates skidded forward and fell in a pile!
(Atropos did chide herself for all their blunders,
Since she hadn't pulled quite as hard as the others.)
"Oh what have I done?" cried Clotho, verclempt.
"Our loss of control I'd never have dreamt!"
And so Clotho swore to curb his desires
By spinning his thread with less tensile fibres!
The pausing of Jess had cooled Rory's heart
But, now that he'd spoken, a flurry did start!
Her head was of cotton but, yet, did allow
The voicing of words. She asked, "So, what now?"
Jess thought about how he wanted to hold her—
The yearning within him a fire, not a smolder—
But love wasn't something that he'd felt first hand,
And he had to know: just where did he stand?
So now, from a pile, did Clotho the Spinner
Extract her prone body and run, like a winner,
To find some more jars of colours so potent
To toss on his thread to harness this moment.
A brown for a friendship, a green like a child
Light blue like an introvert, shy and so mild—
She threw it all in. Then said, "What the hell!"
She tossed some pink onto his lifeline as well.
But Jess's new shyness remained to be seen.
He asked quite decisively her thoughts on Dean.
He wanted to know if they'd broken up,
A question most prudent for such a shy pup.
So Clotho, the lifeline of Rory, would douse
With all the same colours as her would-be spouse!
In all of her urgency, pulled she on thread.
Too close now to Jess's—it looped there instead!
And all of the colour now doused upon Rory
Just made the girl flush. Revealed she the story
That she and her Dean had quite broken up
And Jess was so stirred that she'd spoken up.
The teens were replete with colours a-plenty!
Emotions, from which, they felt oh-so-many!
Their stomachs, with nerves, were twisted and tied.
But still, colours' purpose, did Jess not abide!
If Rory and Dean were really no more,
Then Jess, by a breakup, must even the score.
At Rory's admission, he whispered, "OK,"
And hinted at things that he must square away.
As Jess backed away, a path towards Shane,
And weight of this moment did sink into brain
Of Rory, the girl—at once unprepared!—
Just sat there and watched. Her nostrils she flared.
Each colour in Rory, her new ones and old,
Did grapple for power and tried to take hold.
It left her excited and messed up and fried!
In lack of a plan, she lay back and cried.
And Clotho, above, did mirror her pose:
On floor, as her arms did, middle, enclose,
She shuddered a bit and had a good cry.
Her next words did, grasping at straws, thus imply,
"Our only hope now is lifeline of Shane!
Perhaps she'll hold tighter to Jess once again!"
Lachesis replied as, sadly, she measured.
"The time is quite past to keep those two tethered."
"Then what, my dear Sister! What now can we do?"
Did Clotho cry out, dismayed by purview.
"If they get together then he'll never leave!
The two then, apart, we never will cleave!"
Lachesis to Clotho said, "Calm yourself down,"
And tried to smile, grimly, instead of just frown.
Said, "I'm not so sure, I think we can swing it.
We'll come up with something. If not, we can wing it.
"The best we can do is wait for the sun
And tackle the problems that come, one by one,
And look to the future. What's done now is done.
Despite all our efforts, the games have begun!"