A/N: That's it. Finally. The third and last part of "Ex Libris - Book Marriages". So, I guess all I can do now is first, to thank awesome beta Maren, cause she did a great job. Thank you, honey, for all your help and criticism, you know you're the best. And second, to thank you, those who read and reviewed this story. I hope you had as much fun reading this story as I had writing it.

Disclaimer: "Gilmore girls", Jess and Rory are still not mine, even though I think I deserved it :P

Part 3

Several hours later – it was already dark outside – the floor was almost empty. There were still piles of books lying around, but at least the floorboards were visible again.

"Jess, where's The Fountainhead?"

"What?", his voice came back muffled between the crammed shelves.

"The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand. I can't find my copy." Rory stuck her head out from the piled up books, where she had been rummaging for the last several minutes.

Jess did the same. "Ah, you mean that crazy lady nobody understands."

"Jess, what did you do to my book?" Her voice had a slight tone of panic to it.

He shrugged indifferently. "Nothing."

"Then why can't I find it? Where did you put it?"

"Probably into a shelf. That's where we wanted to put our books, remember?"

Rory got more annoyed with any second and Jess just loved teasing her like that.

"I mean it, Jess! Where is my book? It's certainly not in one of the shelves here!"

"I didn't say it was."

"You said…"

"I said I put it into a shelf. I didn't say that I put it into one of those."

"Then, where did you put it? Cause, if it's gone, I swear I'm gonna…"

Jess stood up and offered her a hand to help do the same.

"What are you doing now?", she interrupted herself, irritated. "I only want to know where my book is."

Jess nodded. "Come on. I'll show you."

"Jess…", she began, but then she realized that it wouldn't make any difference and so she just sighed and took his hand so that he could pull her up, before she reluctantly followed him to their bedroom.

"We're still looking for my book, aren't we? Cause you don't have to think we're gonna do anything else in there as long as it's gone."

Jess didn't answer but placed her in the middle of the bedroom and motioned to the small shelf next to their bed. "There you go."

"Whats that? Why didn't you leave it with the other ones?"

"Just have a look, will ya?"

Rory approached the shelf and looked at the book titles: "HOWL and other poems" by Allen Ginsberg, "The Holy Barbarians", "Please Kill Me", "Oliver Twist", "The Fountainhead"…

"Jess, what are all those books doing here? They don't even fit in one genre!" She looked at her husband completely confused.

"Yes, they actually do."

"No, they don't. Oliver Twist is Victorian novel, whereas HOWL is Beat Poetry and…"

"Those are all books that played a role in our relationship."

Rory started at him, absolutely sure he was joking, but Jess's face was dead serious.

"What?"

"You heard me." He shrugged. "I just… I just thought they deserved an extra place."

Her eyes grew wide as she realized what Jess had just said. "You really…?"

"We can still put them back into the living room, if you…" He wasn't able to finish cause Rory let out a squeal and threw herself around his neck. "That is SO sweet!"

Jess squirmed at the word but wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and pulled her even closer. "So… you like it?"

"Are you kidding? I love it!" And then she added softly: "I love you."

"I'm glad you like it." He smiled one of his rare full flash smiles that belonged only to her.

"I do", Rory confirmed, returning his smile. Then something came to her mind: "But, you know, there's a book missing."

"There is? Huh." Jess hadn't noticed that he had forgotten a book. When he had snatched the books for their special shelf he had actually thought he had remembered all of the books that had played a major role in their relationship, past and present. But obviously he must have forgotten one that Rory thought was important.

"What is it?", he asked, genuinely curious.

"Wait." Rory detangled herself from the embrace and ran back into the living room, only to return two minutes later, waving a relatively thin paperback at her husband.

"Oh, no." Jess rolled his eyes, a little embarrassed as he recognized the book in her hand.

"Oh, yes!"

"No way you're going to put this into the shelf."

"But it has to be in there!", Rory exclaimed.

"It doesn't fit the genre."

"Excuse me? Which book could have been more important in our lives than The Subsect?"

"About every book in that shelf." He motioned to the corner next to their bed.

"If it wasn't for this book, we probably wouldn't be here, now!"

"Oh, come on!"

"What? I'd probably still be living in my grandparents' pool house, dating Logan and not talking to my mum and you'd…"

"We won't put it into that shelf." Jess remained determined.

"But you wrote it!"

"Exactly! And I say it doesn't belong there."

"I don't understand why you are so determined about this."

"Rory, don't you think it's a bit pretentious to put my book next to Allen Ginsberg and Charles Dickens?"

"Why would it?"

Jess rolled his eyes at Rory's innocent question: "Because they are world famous authors and I'm certainly not."

"Legs McNeil isn't world famous, either. Besides, Please Kill Me is only a collection of interviews, not even a real novel. And you not being world famous doesn't mean you're not just as good as them."

He gave a sarcastic snort: "Yeah, sure."

"I mean it!"

"You're not being objective."

"Hey! I'd have told you if I didn't like it."

"You sure?"

"Just because I'm married to you doesn't mean I'd lie to you about that."

"I'm still not gonna put it in there."

"Why not?"

"It's just… weird, that's why."

"But…"

"Rory, please!"

"Come on, you wouldn't even notice it between all the others."

"But I'd know it's there."

"And you'd know that it was exactly that book that brought us here.", Rory reasoned, smiling broadly at him.

Jess sighed. "You won't give in, huh?"

Her smile grew wider because she knew that now, she had him right where she wanted him. "Never."

"Okay, then, if you really think it has to be…"

"Yes! Ha!", she threw her arms in the air triumphantly. "Never argue with a Gilmore. You should know that by now."

Now the smile showed up in his face as well. "I actually thought that maybe now that you're a Mariano, I'd have a chance now and then, too."

Rory laughed. "Nope. Not going to happen. You're forgetting that I learned from my mother and grandmother. It's in the genes, baby."

"Damn those Gilmore women and their stubbornness."

"Hey, watch your tongue, Mister. That's part of why you love me that much."

"No." He shook his head. "I love all the other parts, but that one… nope."

"Oh, really?" She faked a slightly offended face, but Jess grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled her closer.

"See, I love that part…" He kissed her lips, "…and that part as well" … followed by her cheek… "…and especially that part.", before he started nibbling at her neck and working his way down, while pulling her with him onto the bed.

Soon again "The Subsect" lay discarded on the floor and was buried under Rory's sweater and Jess' following shirt.

The End

Written: 08/26/07 – 04/12/08

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