Readers: The following sentence is very very important:
CHAPTER 26 HAS BEEN REVISED!
That's right, I tweaked. It's up to you whether you want to re-read it, but I would recommend it. The Jess and Dean parts are mainly the same, but the Tristan part has been revamped. I really wasn't happy with it, but I decided to post rather than revise. In any case, thank you for the reviews, etc. Now, without further ado: The End! Or is it? Part II
-authors anonymous
---
Rory lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She hadn't closed her eyes once from the time she went to bed to the time she woke up. In fact, she hadn't slept a wink all night. Her thoughts were in turmoil. Who would she choose? Here she was, anywhere from 16 to 18 years of age, and she hadn't had a boyfriend in 26 chapters (although, to her credit, she had had several romantic encounters to date).
"What am I going to do?" Rory wondered aloud. "There are so many choices!" Rory realized that she wasn't going to draw a reasonable conclusion without having some coffee in her system, so she got dressed and headed to Luke's diner.
"Hey Luke!" Rory said jovially, walking up to the counter.
"Hey there Rory, coffee?" the older man asked.
"Please. And a danish."
"Coming right up," Luke said, pouring a cup of coffee and plating a danish as Jess bounded down the stairs. He stopped and slicked back his hair when he saw Rory.
"Hey there Rory!" Jess said in his best English accent, siding up to her. "And how are you this fine morning?"
Rory stared at Jess for an insane minute before answering. "Are you on drugs?"
Jess chuckled, and ran a hand suggestively up Rory's leg. "No baby, jus' tryin' to act ou' of character."
"Oh, that explains it."
"A serious question," Jess asked, sitting down and staring deeply into her eyes. "How am I doing? Was my mother right? Am I a screw up? Am I the reason she drank? Are my insecurities linked to my father leaving at an early age? Why are you the only one who can see through my outer layer?"
Rory was saved from answering though, when Luke hollered for him.
"Oops, gotta jet baby!" Jess said, dropping his hand from her leg. "COMING UNCLE LUCUS!" he yelled, after another holler from the kitchen. Rory could hear him yelling angrily at his uncle: 'thanks a lot man! Do you have any idea how many 'magical' moments you've ruined?'
Rory heaved a sigh of relief. Seems like someone was having an identity crisis.
---
Rory was sitting on her couch, reading a book when she heard some strange noises outside. Cautiously, she put down her reading material and went to investigate. As she neared the front door, the noises got louder. With one sudden motion, Rory grabbed the doorknob and pulled. And in toppled none other than Tristan...and Babette.
"Ahhhh!" Rory screamed in disgust, jumping back.
"Oh, hey doll!" Babette said, looking up at an incredulous Rory. "What's shaking?"
Rory didn't reply, but looked at Tristan, who was hastily disentangling himself from the blond lady. "Rory, I can explain."
"I don't think that explaining will help the situation," Rory said, and watched as he tried to wipe the lipstick marks from his face and neck.
"No, doll, it's all quite innocent," Babette said, standing up and brushing off her shirt. "See, your young man friend was walking up the steps, and I thought to myself 'Babette honey, I don't know this guy, what if he's a burglar?' So I came to investigate."
"And you decided to distract the burglar by kissing him?" Rory yelled, and looked around vainly for something hard or pointy to throw.
"Rory, I-" Tristan started, but was silenced by her glare.
"Doll, you found yourself a good one! He's very robust. Strong. Takes me back to those old days..." Babette mused, and walked out of the house, her head in the clouds.
"Rory, I-"
"I don't want to hear it!" Rory cried, and ran out of the house, tears spilling down her face.
---
Rory ran and ran. For atmosphere, it started pouring. Stars Hollow had cleared. Rory stood alone in the street, rain and tears drenching her face and clothes. She stood; arms raised, head back, and wept. And wept. And wept, until a strong pair of male arms closed around her.
"Rory, what are you doing?" Dean asked, spinning her around to face him.
"Oh, Dean!" Rory cried, and flung herself into his arms.
"Rory, you're shivering. Now, I know I'm not the smartest guy, but..."
"No Dean, let's stay here. For atmosphere."
Dean gave Rory a funny look. "Uh, okay. Can we at least go to the Gazebo?"
Rory eyed the way Dean's clothes were sticking to his drenched body. "I kinda like it out here..."
"Rory, you're going to catch cold and die." With that, Dean scooped Rory up and carried her to shelter.
Once they had settled down to wait out the unforecasted rain, a hundred questions were running through Dean's head. But being the gentleman that he was, she patiently waited for Rory to confide in him. Which didn't take long.
"Oh Dean, it was horrible."
"What happened?"
"Tristan...and Babette happened."
Dean shuddered. "Eww."
Rory nodded in agreement.
"I knew that Triscut was no good."
"I wish I had listened to YOU Dean!" Rory said sincerely, looking into Dean's eyes. "You've never lied to me."
"But I have kidnapped you."
"I'm sure we're passed that now..." Rory said, still gazing up at his face adoringly.
Dean looked around nervously. "So, uh..."
"Oh Dean..." Rory said, and flung herself at him.
It took a few minutes for Dean to pry his former girlfriend from his body. "Rory!" he exploded.
"Oh Dean, I'm so sorry," Rory sobbed into his chest. "I, I just...I just miss you so much!"
"Oh Rory," Dean said, sadly patting her head. "I miss you too."
Rory looked up hopefully. "Really?"
"Yeah. Come on, I'll walk you home."
---
When Rory arrived home, Lorelai was sitting on the couch, talking to Bert (Luke's toolbox).
"Mom?"
"We're in here!" Lorelai called.
"Who's we?"
"Me and Bert."
"Oh, hi Bert! Long time no see!"
"Yeah, Luke dropped him off to play."
Rory smiled fondly at her deranged Mother. "So, where's Luke?"
"Oh, in your bedroom."
"What?" Rory said, jumping up. Even though she was the neatest person in the entire world, she didn't want Luke to see any of her embarrassing essentials.
"Don't worry honey, I did a room check!" Lorelai said to her daughter's back.
Rory knocked on the door cautiously and pushed it open. "Luke?"
Luke didn't bother turning around. "Oh, hey Rory. I'm almost done here. Do you like it?"
"Um..." Rory said, when he moved aside to reveal her newly boarded up window. "What?"
"I boarded up your window," Luke explained slowly, wondering where all of her Chilton money went if she couldn't even tell a curtained window from a window covered by mismatching pieces of wood. Rory watched dismayed as Luke picked up his spare screws and his hammer and sauntered from the room.
---
"What the hell?" Rory yelled, when her wits and vocabulary returned. "Mom! What is the meaning of this?" Rory demanded, and ran into the living room.
Lorelai pushed Luke off her. "Oh, hi honey!" she said brightly.
"Uh!" Rory yelled, covering her eyes. "A minute ago Luke was fully clothed. How did you get him down to his briefs in 30 seconds?"
"Practice," Lorelai replied wittily, and pulled his flannel shirt over her naked torso. "So, what's on your mind kid?"
"That!" Rory yelled, pointing to her bedroom. "My window, to be exact!"
"Honey," Lorelai said, standing up to embrace her daughter, "it was necessary. We can't have Jess in this chapter, now can we?"
"Why?"
"Well, duh!" Lorelai responded, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Firstly, this chapter is about DEAN. Secondly, now that me and Lucus are together, you and Jess can't be. It was the only way."
Rory took a deep breath. "So let me get this straight. You boarded up my window so that Jess couldn't seduce me?"
"And so that me and Luke could get married without breaking any laws."
Rory pondered this, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Aren't other stories Lits AND Java Junkies?"
Luke spoke for the first time since Rory had seen him in his skivvies. "Yeah, but when Lorelai and I get married, if you and Jess are...well, ya know...you'd be like cousins."
"Eww! Incest!" Lorelai cried, jumping up and down, doing her favorite incest dance.
There was a knock on the back door, and Rory took the opportunity to escape. "Dean!" she said, when she had opened the door.
"Hey Rory, I have some bad news."
"What is it?" Rory asked, ushering him to the kitchen table.
"Well, I don't really know how to tell you this, but..."
Rory put a sympathetic hand on his arm. "What is it Dean?"
"Well....I was taking a walk, past the Stars Hollow well, and well..."
"What is it?" Rory asked, eyes wide with fear.
"Well, Tristan was....kissing Miss Patty, and, well..."
Rory paled visibly, but motioned him to continue.
"I guess it got a bit too intense, and the poor guy over balanced and fell in."
"What about Miss Patty?"
"Oh, she's alright. Just a few scratches. They got her out in no time."
Rory's voice shook. "And Tristan?"
"Well...I think his downward decent killed him."
Rory buried her face in her hands and sobbed, for a good few seconds. Delicately, she wiped her eyes, and looked at Dean. "So...wanna make out?"
---
Rory and Dean got back together. It seemed like they were meant for each other. Every time they broke up (about once a week, for various reasons, including a misunderstanding about gnomes) their relationship got stronger. Rory opted for housewiving rather than an Ivy League university, and Dean became a mechanic, just like his dear old pop. They lived in a quaint house with a two-door garage, a white picket fence, two dogs, and together raised 39.6 children. And they lived happily ever after, or at least for this chapter...
---
The End! Or is it? Part II
---
Coming soon: The End! Or is it? Part III
AN: Now wasn't that nice and wholesome. I forgot to mention that this story didn't come with vomit bags. Ooops. Wow, you can really tell that I've had way too much aspirin. Now it's your turn. The blue button awaits you!
CHAPTER 26 HAS BEEN REVISED!
That's right, I tweaked. It's up to you whether you want to re-read it, but I would recommend it. The Jess and Dean parts are mainly the same, but the Tristan part has been revamped. I really wasn't happy with it, but I decided to post rather than revise. In any case, thank you for the reviews, etc. Now, without further ado: The End! Or is it? Part II
-authors anonymous
---
Rory lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She hadn't closed her eyes once from the time she went to bed to the time she woke up. In fact, she hadn't slept a wink all night. Her thoughts were in turmoil. Who would she choose? Here she was, anywhere from 16 to 18 years of age, and she hadn't had a boyfriend in 26 chapters (although, to her credit, she had had several romantic encounters to date).
"What am I going to do?" Rory wondered aloud. "There are so many choices!" Rory realized that she wasn't going to draw a reasonable conclusion without having some coffee in her system, so she got dressed and headed to Luke's diner.
"Hey Luke!" Rory said jovially, walking up to the counter.
"Hey there Rory, coffee?" the older man asked.
"Please. And a danish."
"Coming right up," Luke said, pouring a cup of coffee and plating a danish as Jess bounded down the stairs. He stopped and slicked back his hair when he saw Rory.
"Hey there Rory!" Jess said in his best English accent, siding up to her. "And how are you this fine morning?"
Rory stared at Jess for an insane minute before answering. "Are you on drugs?"
Jess chuckled, and ran a hand suggestively up Rory's leg. "No baby, jus' tryin' to act ou' of character."
"Oh, that explains it."
"A serious question," Jess asked, sitting down and staring deeply into her eyes. "How am I doing? Was my mother right? Am I a screw up? Am I the reason she drank? Are my insecurities linked to my father leaving at an early age? Why are you the only one who can see through my outer layer?"
Rory was saved from answering though, when Luke hollered for him.
"Oops, gotta jet baby!" Jess said, dropping his hand from her leg. "COMING UNCLE LUCUS!" he yelled, after another holler from the kitchen. Rory could hear him yelling angrily at his uncle: 'thanks a lot man! Do you have any idea how many 'magical' moments you've ruined?'
Rory heaved a sigh of relief. Seems like someone was having an identity crisis.
---
Rory was sitting on her couch, reading a book when she heard some strange noises outside. Cautiously, she put down her reading material and went to investigate. As she neared the front door, the noises got louder. With one sudden motion, Rory grabbed the doorknob and pulled. And in toppled none other than Tristan...and Babette.
"Ahhhh!" Rory screamed in disgust, jumping back.
"Oh, hey doll!" Babette said, looking up at an incredulous Rory. "What's shaking?"
Rory didn't reply, but looked at Tristan, who was hastily disentangling himself from the blond lady. "Rory, I can explain."
"I don't think that explaining will help the situation," Rory said, and watched as he tried to wipe the lipstick marks from his face and neck.
"No, doll, it's all quite innocent," Babette said, standing up and brushing off her shirt. "See, your young man friend was walking up the steps, and I thought to myself 'Babette honey, I don't know this guy, what if he's a burglar?' So I came to investigate."
"And you decided to distract the burglar by kissing him?" Rory yelled, and looked around vainly for something hard or pointy to throw.
"Rory, I-" Tristan started, but was silenced by her glare.
"Doll, you found yourself a good one! He's very robust. Strong. Takes me back to those old days..." Babette mused, and walked out of the house, her head in the clouds.
"Rory, I-"
"I don't want to hear it!" Rory cried, and ran out of the house, tears spilling down her face.
---
Rory ran and ran. For atmosphere, it started pouring. Stars Hollow had cleared. Rory stood alone in the street, rain and tears drenching her face and clothes. She stood; arms raised, head back, and wept. And wept. And wept, until a strong pair of male arms closed around her.
"Rory, what are you doing?" Dean asked, spinning her around to face him.
"Oh, Dean!" Rory cried, and flung herself into his arms.
"Rory, you're shivering. Now, I know I'm not the smartest guy, but..."
"No Dean, let's stay here. For atmosphere."
Dean gave Rory a funny look. "Uh, okay. Can we at least go to the Gazebo?"
Rory eyed the way Dean's clothes were sticking to his drenched body. "I kinda like it out here..."
"Rory, you're going to catch cold and die." With that, Dean scooped Rory up and carried her to shelter.
Once they had settled down to wait out the unforecasted rain, a hundred questions were running through Dean's head. But being the gentleman that he was, she patiently waited for Rory to confide in him. Which didn't take long.
"Oh Dean, it was horrible."
"What happened?"
"Tristan...and Babette happened."
Dean shuddered. "Eww."
Rory nodded in agreement.
"I knew that Triscut was no good."
"I wish I had listened to YOU Dean!" Rory said sincerely, looking into Dean's eyes. "You've never lied to me."
"But I have kidnapped you."
"I'm sure we're passed that now..." Rory said, still gazing up at his face adoringly.
Dean looked around nervously. "So, uh..."
"Oh Dean..." Rory said, and flung herself at him.
It took a few minutes for Dean to pry his former girlfriend from his body. "Rory!" he exploded.
"Oh Dean, I'm so sorry," Rory sobbed into his chest. "I, I just...I just miss you so much!"
"Oh Rory," Dean said, sadly patting her head. "I miss you too."
Rory looked up hopefully. "Really?"
"Yeah. Come on, I'll walk you home."
---
When Rory arrived home, Lorelai was sitting on the couch, talking to Bert (Luke's toolbox).
"Mom?"
"We're in here!" Lorelai called.
"Who's we?"
"Me and Bert."
"Oh, hi Bert! Long time no see!"
"Yeah, Luke dropped him off to play."
Rory smiled fondly at her deranged Mother. "So, where's Luke?"
"Oh, in your bedroom."
"What?" Rory said, jumping up. Even though she was the neatest person in the entire world, she didn't want Luke to see any of her embarrassing essentials.
"Don't worry honey, I did a room check!" Lorelai said to her daughter's back.
Rory knocked on the door cautiously and pushed it open. "Luke?"
Luke didn't bother turning around. "Oh, hey Rory. I'm almost done here. Do you like it?"
"Um..." Rory said, when he moved aside to reveal her newly boarded up window. "What?"
"I boarded up your window," Luke explained slowly, wondering where all of her Chilton money went if she couldn't even tell a curtained window from a window covered by mismatching pieces of wood. Rory watched dismayed as Luke picked up his spare screws and his hammer and sauntered from the room.
---
"What the hell?" Rory yelled, when her wits and vocabulary returned. "Mom! What is the meaning of this?" Rory demanded, and ran into the living room.
Lorelai pushed Luke off her. "Oh, hi honey!" she said brightly.
"Uh!" Rory yelled, covering her eyes. "A minute ago Luke was fully clothed. How did you get him down to his briefs in 30 seconds?"
"Practice," Lorelai replied wittily, and pulled his flannel shirt over her naked torso. "So, what's on your mind kid?"
"That!" Rory yelled, pointing to her bedroom. "My window, to be exact!"
"Honey," Lorelai said, standing up to embrace her daughter, "it was necessary. We can't have Jess in this chapter, now can we?"
"Why?"
"Well, duh!" Lorelai responded, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Firstly, this chapter is about DEAN. Secondly, now that me and Lucus are together, you and Jess can't be. It was the only way."
Rory took a deep breath. "So let me get this straight. You boarded up my window so that Jess couldn't seduce me?"
"And so that me and Luke could get married without breaking any laws."
Rory pondered this, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Aren't other stories Lits AND Java Junkies?"
Luke spoke for the first time since Rory had seen him in his skivvies. "Yeah, but when Lorelai and I get married, if you and Jess are...well, ya know...you'd be like cousins."
"Eww! Incest!" Lorelai cried, jumping up and down, doing her favorite incest dance.
There was a knock on the back door, and Rory took the opportunity to escape. "Dean!" she said, when she had opened the door.
"Hey Rory, I have some bad news."
"What is it?" Rory asked, ushering him to the kitchen table.
"Well, I don't really know how to tell you this, but..."
Rory put a sympathetic hand on his arm. "What is it Dean?"
"Well....I was taking a walk, past the Stars Hollow well, and well..."
"What is it?" Rory asked, eyes wide with fear.
"Well, Tristan was....kissing Miss Patty, and, well..."
Rory paled visibly, but motioned him to continue.
"I guess it got a bit too intense, and the poor guy over balanced and fell in."
"What about Miss Patty?"
"Oh, she's alright. Just a few scratches. They got her out in no time."
Rory's voice shook. "And Tristan?"
"Well...I think his downward decent killed him."
Rory buried her face in her hands and sobbed, for a good few seconds. Delicately, she wiped her eyes, and looked at Dean. "So...wanna make out?"
---
Rory and Dean got back together. It seemed like they were meant for each other. Every time they broke up (about once a week, for various reasons, including a misunderstanding about gnomes) their relationship got stronger. Rory opted for housewiving rather than an Ivy League university, and Dean became a mechanic, just like his dear old pop. They lived in a quaint house with a two-door garage, a white picket fence, two dogs, and together raised 39.6 children. And they lived happily ever after, or at least for this chapter...
---
The End! Or is it? Part II
---
Coming soon: The End! Or is it? Part III
AN: Now wasn't that nice and wholesome. I forgot to mention that this story didn't come with vomit bags. Ooops. Wow, you can really tell that I've had way too much aspirin. Now it's your turn. The blue button awaits you!