Kismet Chapter 50: Just Another Word For Destiny, a gilmore girls fanfic

50 - Just Another Word For Destiny

It was dusk when Marty finally arrived in front of his destination, the building before him looming darkly against the early evening sky. The street lamps had yet to turn on, which only added to the inky, oppressive gloom. If he believed in portents and such, this would definitely be a bad sign of what was to come.

Good thing I don't believe in that sort of crap, or I'd have to write this entire day off, he snorted while attempting to find the nerve to actually go inside. Marty glanced at his watch then shook his head before finally forcing himself to exit the vehicle. As he walked along the cobblestone path leading towards the entrance, Marty noticed a few people outside cheerfully conversing while they smoked their cigarettes or, in the case of two older gentlemen, expensive looking cigars. Not recognizing any of these people though, he chose to ignore them in order to continue on his way toward the front doors. Out of habit Marty pulled his cellphone from his pocket, only to roll his eyes at rediscovering that its battery had died a little under three hours ago.

"Stupid," he chided himself, the now useless piece of technology stuffed back into his pocket. The architect finally entered the building after narrowly dodging an inebriated couple who had almost smacked him in the face with the door upon their egress. Following a brief moment on not knowing where to go next, Marty was about to ask the nearest staff member for directions when someone called out his name from across the lobby.

"Marty!"

He only had enough time to turn towards that someone before a lavender blur launched itself into his embrace, nearly knocking the breath from his lungs in the process. Lithe arms tightly wrapped themselves around his shoulders and soft sobs of what he guessed were relief went muffled against Marty's chest.

"Sorry that I'm late," he told the girl in his arms. "My plane got delayed and then my phone chose to die right after your last text."

"Doesn't matter, Marty," she laughed, leaning back to look him in the eye. "You showed up. That's all that matters to me right now. You showed up."

"I'm sorry it took me so long," he apologized again, though this time for an entirely different reason.

"No," the girl shook her head. "I'm the one who should be apologizing to you. I should never have forced this situation. I completely over-reac-"

"Uh, what's going on here?"

I know that voice, the architect frowned, slowly turning his gaze towards the person who'd interupted their conversation. Huh, small world.

"Marty? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Crap, I forgot he was here," the girl sighed. She relunctantly slipped out of Marty's embrace to regard the newcomer but maintained a tight grip on his hand.

"What is going on here? Ace?"

"Hey, Logan," Rory greeted non-chalantly. "You remember Marty, don't you?"

Huntzberger frowned, his expression a mix between angry and confused. "Yeah..."

"Well, we've been seeing each other for a couple of months now and we're pretty serious," she explained. Rory turn her head to smile up at her boyfriend. "Right, Marty?"

"Yeah, we are," Marty nodded in agreement.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Logan scoffed, not believing a word they were saying.

"No, it's not a joke, Logan," she sighed again. "I'm with Marty. Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to go dance. Have a good evening." Rory shared another smile with Marty. "Shall we?"

"Yes, we shall," Marty replied, allowing her to lead him away from where a stunned Logan was standing by himself. When the couple entered the ballroom, they headed immediately onto the dance floor to join in with several other couples who were dancing cozily.

"This band's pretty good," Marty remarked as they swayed to the music.

"Yeah, they are," his girlfriend agreed. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

Marty glanced down at her. "You want to know how it went with Andy, don't you?"

"If you don't want to talk about it, I understand," she said. "I'm just curious."

"It was awkward," he answered. "I mean, she just showed up out of the blue yesterday after I spent the entire week trying to get a hold of her without any luck, then she has the unmitigated gall to beg me for another chance."

"Were you tempted?" Rory inquired. "To give her another chance, I mean."

"I'm not going to lie to you, Rory," stated Marty honestly. "Despite how she tore my heart out and stomped on it, I was tempted to give in. Even though it was only for a little while, the fact of the matter is that I was tempted to give Andy another chance."

"What made you change your mind?" she asked.

"You did, Rory," he answered. "When Andy left me, you helped me get back on my feet. When I thought I was broken, you fixed me."

Rory smiled. "I only did what you'd do for me."

"I know, and that's why I love you," Marty told her. "It's also why I know that this-" he gestured between them. "-is going to work now."

"This-" she copied his gesture. "-IS going to work. And you know why?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because we were meant to be," his dancing partner stated without any hesitation.

"Who would've thought that Rory Gilmore believed in destiny?" he teased.

"No, not destiny," she shook her head. "It's kismet."

"Isn't that just another word for destiny?"

"Shut up and dance with me, Mister Harrison," ordered Rory, playfully rolling her eyes.

"It would be my genuine pleasure, Miss Gilmore," Marty relented, her head now resting on his shoulder as the band seamlessly drifted from one slow song into another.

'Tonight I find that I am right back where I was before.
The lullaby she sang has kept me lying awake once more.
She's right, she's right, she's right.
The fire alights.'

'She's like an image of me, not how she looks, how she sees the world, we see the same thing.
She saw me looking around.
She caught me tumbling down to find we need the same thing.
I read the books that she reads.
I want her philosophy to know we're never ending.
She's got an innocent smile.
She'll break your heart for a while but she's so good at mending.
Oh, she's so good at mending...'

"I like this song," Rory remarked.

"Me, too," Marty agreed.

'This time she's going to try.
No turning on her heels again.
Decide, decide, decide if this is what she wants again.
She's mine, she's mine, she's mine.
The fire alights.'

Acting as though they were one, the couple stopped dancing for the moment to gaze into each other's eyes before Marty leaned in at the same instant as Rory. Their lips meet for a long, soft kiss that held the promise of many more to come in the future.

'Yeah, she's so good at mending...'

The end? Not quite.