Ok, first things first-HAVE YOU READ "CODE OF SILENCE" ? If not, you can
find it here http://www.fanfiction.ws/read.php?storyid=732643. Ok, now
that you've done that.....
Hi. I'm Jewls13 and this is my baby. I'm bet you thought I forgot all about this, boy were you wrong. I have spent the past 6 months working on this. Working every detail out exactly. Things got stalled, I fried my motherboard, Taylor disappeared......stuff happened. But, I am happy to announce that I am ready to post. Ok, so we don't have the whole thing written, and we will post as we go, so regular updates are going to few and far between, but I promise that this is going to be great. And I have a new staff of writers.
Aly-my friend and the best smut writer I know. You have been a great friend and a huge help. You love Bree almost more then I do.
Taylor-while you're not a big part of this, I love you and if not for you, Bree and Dom wouldn't have made it out of my imagination
Jessie-While life overwhelmed you and you couldn't be my beta, I still appreciate your help. It's during convos with you that some of the best ideas came to light.
Danyel-the BEST editor a girl could ask for, and an amazing friend who totally understood when I had to blow you off for our daily e-mails.
Gnat-you've been there since the start and I love you for all your support and help. You're my general and someone I can always count on to step up.
Risa-The obsessive fan, and the biggest Bree/Jess fan EVER and last but certainly not least, Stew. Stew, it's because of you and your tireless efforts that I can do this. You have worked so hard with me, and you never abandoned this or me. You re-affirmed my faith in fanfic, and you've been a wonderful friend.
To everyone-thank you so much. Everyday I am astounded by your faith, support, and talent. I owe you all so much and to the fans who have been waiting, my apologies and I hope that you will continue to bare with us.
* I also apologize for all the reviews that were deleted when this story was taken down. Remember that while the beginning may seem boring, if you read Code of Silence, you know that boring isn't my style. Think of it as the calm before the storm!
CHAPTER ONE
It had been almost two months since Bree and Dom had left the small, conventional community of Stars Hollow, and the town had returned to its former tranquility. Its citizens had recuperated from the newcomer's strange behavior and innuendoes at the diner, the outrageous fashion, and the scandalous revelations. The trees had become once again acquainted with their usual solitude and neglect. All traces of the complex, the odd, the avant-garde, and the scatological had disappeared from the simple town, and even the most paranoid of citizens, even Taylor, had finally returned to breathing easily.
Jess sat at the bridge, flipping through a copy of Ibsen. Rory approached casually and sat quietly beside him, opening her book and reading as well. Jess sneaked a peek at Rory through the corner of his eye and quickly returned to his book before she turned her head to him. She looked at him and at the space in between them.
"Where's the food?" she asked.
"I don't know. Where is it?"
"It was your turn to bring the food."
"I distinctly remember being the last person to buy the food."
"No. I was the last person. Remember the Pop-Tarts?"
"I remember the Pop-Tarts. I also remember having to go and buy pizza afterwards because you said you couldn't eat cold Pop-Tarts."
"But I still brought the food. We didn't make a clause about mismanagement."
"I'm not getting the food again."
"Fine. Then I guess we just won't eat."
"Fine by me."
"Me too."
They faked nonchalance and returned to reading.
"What's that?" Rory startled.
"What?"
"You didn't hear that?"
"No. What?"
"Oh, forget it. It must have been my stomach."
"Huh." Jess once again returned to reading.
Rory watched him furtively, planning what would break him. "Whoa."
"What is it now?"
"I don't know. I just got a little dizzy there. It might be seasickness."
"It's just a lake. It's not even shoulder deep."
"Oh. Then, I'm sure it's nothing. It's probably just lack of nutrition."
"Okay."
He shrugged and read again, trying to repress the smirk that sought his lips.
Rory pouted at the lack of response. Deciding that sympathy wasn't the way to go, she resorted to temptation. "Do you smell that?"
"Nope."
"It smells like eggs."
"I don't smell any eggs."
"A western omelet."
"How do you smell a western omelet?"
"With honey roasted ham."
"Please."
"And a raspberry Danish."
"Sure, why not?"
"And a hot cup of delicious smelling coffee."
"Of course."
"Where could it be coming from?"
"Your mind."
"I'll bet it's coming from Luke's."
"It's made a long journey."
"By the eastern breeze."
"Rory the weather girl."
"Oh, but there's a western breeze...."
"All right. Stop. Come on. Let's go to Luke's."
"What? You're hungry?" Rory asked innocently.
Jess ignored her and stood up, looking down at her knowingly. She smiled sheepishly and they both headed for the diner.
While Rory ate, Jess tried his best to seem annoyed, but both he and Rory knew he was not succeeding. He occasionally tried to steal some of the home fries from Rory's plate, but she slapped his hand at each attempt. He finally gave up and settled down to his sandwich.
"What are you reading?" Rory asked.
"'A Doll's House.'"
"Oh, Ibsen's great."
"I guess he knew a thing or two."
"You guess? He's the father of the modern drama."
"Don't get hung up on titles."
"You don't think it was pretty remarkable for a nineteenth century male playwright to take on the issue of feminine emancipation?"
"Too bad Ibsen punked out though."
"What are you talking about?"
"He allowed one production to revise the ending and have Nora and Hemler reconcile."
"But the ending is the most important part."
"Guess he didn't feel as strongly about the ending as you do."
"But... well... another one bites the dust. You've ruined me."
"I know."
"You've left me in a world without heroes."
"You still have me."
"I'm going to be bitter, sardonic, and skeptical for the rest of my life."
"You'll turn into Ibsen."
"I'll crawl into an early grave. Goodbye, cruel world."
"I'll be sure to put the limestone over you."
"Thank you."
Lorelai walked into the diner and came over to their table. "Hey. What have you two been up to?"
"Goodbye, Mom. I'm going to my grave now."
"And I'm putting the limestone over her," Jess added.
Lorelai processed the information for a moment. "Okay. Have fun."
"So, how was your day?" Rory revived.
"Well, I got a mean looking paper cut...."
"Oh, no," Rory sympathized.
"Yeah, but then I had some of Sookie's strawberry shortcake."
"Mm. Good."
"Yeah, but then I lost an earring...."
"The planet one?"
"Yeah."
"Aw. You really liked those."
"Yeah, but I found it...."
"Oh good."
"In someone else's food...."
"Uh oh."
"She almost swallowed it...."
"Yikes."
"She wasn't happy."
"No, she wouldn't be."
"But we gave her a complementary upgrade and strawberry shortcake."
"So she was happy again."
"She was allergic to strawberries."
"Did she know beforehand?"
"No."
"So she ate it?"
"Yep."
"Ouch."
Jess had become increasingly impatient. He finally interjected, "So, in the end, how was your day?"
"Not bad, Jess. Thanks for asking. Now, Mrs. Hincock's, *there's* a bad day."
"So, what happened to Mrs. Hincock?" Rory asked.
"Well, we called a doctor...."
"Good, good."
It started again. Lorelai and Rory continued in their effervescent interchange and Jess watched in silent amusement. He was able to appreciate the synergy between them, and Lorelai, too, was beginning to acknowledge the charm of Rory and Jess' synergism. Things were on their way to being ok.
Hi. I'm Jewls13 and this is my baby. I'm bet you thought I forgot all about this, boy were you wrong. I have spent the past 6 months working on this. Working every detail out exactly. Things got stalled, I fried my motherboard, Taylor disappeared......stuff happened. But, I am happy to announce that I am ready to post. Ok, so we don't have the whole thing written, and we will post as we go, so regular updates are going to few and far between, but I promise that this is going to be great. And I have a new staff of writers.
Aly-my friend and the best smut writer I know. You have been a great friend and a huge help. You love Bree almost more then I do.
Taylor-while you're not a big part of this, I love you and if not for you, Bree and Dom wouldn't have made it out of my imagination
Jessie-While life overwhelmed you and you couldn't be my beta, I still appreciate your help. It's during convos with you that some of the best ideas came to light.
Danyel-the BEST editor a girl could ask for, and an amazing friend who totally understood when I had to blow you off for our daily e-mails.
Gnat-you've been there since the start and I love you for all your support and help. You're my general and someone I can always count on to step up.
Risa-The obsessive fan, and the biggest Bree/Jess fan EVER and last but certainly not least, Stew. Stew, it's because of you and your tireless efforts that I can do this. You have worked so hard with me, and you never abandoned this or me. You re-affirmed my faith in fanfic, and you've been a wonderful friend.
To everyone-thank you so much. Everyday I am astounded by your faith, support, and talent. I owe you all so much and to the fans who have been waiting, my apologies and I hope that you will continue to bare with us.
* I also apologize for all the reviews that were deleted when this story was taken down. Remember that while the beginning may seem boring, if you read Code of Silence, you know that boring isn't my style. Think of it as the calm before the storm!
CHAPTER ONE
It had been almost two months since Bree and Dom had left the small, conventional community of Stars Hollow, and the town had returned to its former tranquility. Its citizens had recuperated from the newcomer's strange behavior and innuendoes at the diner, the outrageous fashion, and the scandalous revelations. The trees had become once again acquainted with their usual solitude and neglect. All traces of the complex, the odd, the avant-garde, and the scatological had disappeared from the simple town, and even the most paranoid of citizens, even Taylor, had finally returned to breathing easily.
Jess sat at the bridge, flipping through a copy of Ibsen. Rory approached casually and sat quietly beside him, opening her book and reading as well. Jess sneaked a peek at Rory through the corner of his eye and quickly returned to his book before she turned her head to him. She looked at him and at the space in between them.
"Where's the food?" she asked.
"I don't know. Where is it?"
"It was your turn to bring the food."
"I distinctly remember being the last person to buy the food."
"No. I was the last person. Remember the Pop-Tarts?"
"I remember the Pop-Tarts. I also remember having to go and buy pizza afterwards because you said you couldn't eat cold Pop-Tarts."
"But I still brought the food. We didn't make a clause about mismanagement."
"I'm not getting the food again."
"Fine. Then I guess we just won't eat."
"Fine by me."
"Me too."
They faked nonchalance and returned to reading.
"What's that?" Rory startled.
"What?"
"You didn't hear that?"
"No. What?"
"Oh, forget it. It must have been my stomach."
"Huh." Jess once again returned to reading.
Rory watched him furtively, planning what would break him. "Whoa."
"What is it now?"
"I don't know. I just got a little dizzy there. It might be seasickness."
"It's just a lake. It's not even shoulder deep."
"Oh. Then, I'm sure it's nothing. It's probably just lack of nutrition."
"Okay."
He shrugged and read again, trying to repress the smirk that sought his lips.
Rory pouted at the lack of response. Deciding that sympathy wasn't the way to go, she resorted to temptation. "Do you smell that?"
"Nope."
"It smells like eggs."
"I don't smell any eggs."
"A western omelet."
"How do you smell a western omelet?"
"With honey roasted ham."
"Please."
"And a raspberry Danish."
"Sure, why not?"
"And a hot cup of delicious smelling coffee."
"Of course."
"Where could it be coming from?"
"Your mind."
"I'll bet it's coming from Luke's."
"It's made a long journey."
"By the eastern breeze."
"Rory the weather girl."
"Oh, but there's a western breeze...."
"All right. Stop. Come on. Let's go to Luke's."
"What? You're hungry?" Rory asked innocently.
Jess ignored her and stood up, looking down at her knowingly. She smiled sheepishly and they both headed for the diner.
While Rory ate, Jess tried his best to seem annoyed, but both he and Rory knew he was not succeeding. He occasionally tried to steal some of the home fries from Rory's plate, but she slapped his hand at each attempt. He finally gave up and settled down to his sandwich.
"What are you reading?" Rory asked.
"'A Doll's House.'"
"Oh, Ibsen's great."
"I guess he knew a thing or two."
"You guess? He's the father of the modern drama."
"Don't get hung up on titles."
"You don't think it was pretty remarkable for a nineteenth century male playwright to take on the issue of feminine emancipation?"
"Too bad Ibsen punked out though."
"What are you talking about?"
"He allowed one production to revise the ending and have Nora and Hemler reconcile."
"But the ending is the most important part."
"Guess he didn't feel as strongly about the ending as you do."
"But... well... another one bites the dust. You've ruined me."
"I know."
"You've left me in a world without heroes."
"You still have me."
"I'm going to be bitter, sardonic, and skeptical for the rest of my life."
"You'll turn into Ibsen."
"I'll crawl into an early grave. Goodbye, cruel world."
"I'll be sure to put the limestone over you."
"Thank you."
Lorelai walked into the diner and came over to their table. "Hey. What have you two been up to?"
"Goodbye, Mom. I'm going to my grave now."
"And I'm putting the limestone over her," Jess added.
Lorelai processed the information for a moment. "Okay. Have fun."
"So, how was your day?" Rory revived.
"Well, I got a mean looking paper cut...."
"Oh, no," Rory sympathized.
"Yeah, but then I had some of Sookie's strawberry shortcake."
"Mm. Good."
"Yeah, but then I lost an earring...."
"The planet one?"
"Yeah."
"Aw. You really liked those."
"Yeah, but I found it...."
"Oh good."
"In someone else's food...."
"Uh oh."
"She almost swallowed it...."
"Yikes."
"She wasn't happy."
"No, she wouldn't be."
"But we gave her a complementary upgrade and strawberry shortcake."
"So she was happy again."
"She was allergic to strawberries."
"Did she know beforehand?"
"No."
"So she ate it?"
"Yep."
"Ouch."
Jess had become increasingly impatient. He finally interjected, "So, in the end, how was your day?"
"Not bad, Jess. Thanks for asking. Now, Mrs. Hincock's, *there's* a bad day."
"So, what happened to Mrs. Hincock?" Rory asked.
"Well, we called a doctor...."
"Good, good."
It started again. Lorelai and Rory continued in their effervescent interchange and Jess watched in silent amusement. He was able to appreciate the synergy between them, and Lorelai, too, was beginning to acknowledge the charm of Rory and Jess' synergism. Things were on their way to being ok.