Post by brown_eyed_girl on Mar 15, 2003 0:39:36 GMT -5
Title: Returning A Favor
Author: brown_eyed_girl[Materialgrl82]
Pairing: Tristan/Rory
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from Gilmore Girls. They all belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino and The WB. I’m simply borrowing them to write this story.
Author’s Note- This is complete fluff. Also, takes place in the future. Enjoy! The prequel,'Of Diamonds And Dust' is in the Dipper section.
Standing in the living room of her grandparent’s house, Rory Gilmore felt 16 again. However at 25, she was no longer the naïve, sheltered teenager she had once personified. In an effort to find an escape from her solitude, she scoped the room for familiar faces. Still a trophy of sorts to her grandparents, she was determined to escape the incessant introductions and questioning of this young, Harvard graduate. Formerly, there would have been her mother to converse with, but seeing her mother adjacent to the beverage table with Luke, she couldn’t interrupt the newly-weds. ‘Finally. It only took them twenty years.’ She thought to herself. As her cool blue eyes scanned the richly decorated, dark wood room, she strained to find any familiar face. ‘This is ridiculous. I should just go.’ She told herself, after coming up empty from her search. After informing Luke and Lorelai she would be leaving, she headed towards the coat room. On her way, she hugged her grandparents, telling them she would see them soon. After several pleasantries with various socialites, she finally arrived at her fancy present, a silver Mercedes Benz. Remembering her grandparent’s reasoning, she laughed sardonically. Climbing into the car, she rested her head on the steering wheel. Not feeling the need to go home, she started driving home. Stars Hollow, she hadn’t lived there in years, but it seemed as much home now as it had 7 years ago when she left. Pulling her car up against the curb, she climbed out of the driver’s side. Immediately discarding her heels into the trunk, she wandered around Stars Hollow’s town center for many minutes. Reminiscing on her childhood here. The moments with Lorelai, Luke, Lane, Jess, Dean and everyone in her extended “family”. Again thanking her mother’s amazing choice in ending up here, she missed the simplicity of her younger life. In less than a decade she had matured and moved on. Although with her hectic times finishing up her law degree, she hadn’t been in a serious relationship in more than two years. ‘That one thing I’ve never found.’ She wished, longingly. Sighing, she returned to her car, continuing her reminiscing on her life so far.
Heading in the direction of her apartment, her mind in it’s reminiscing had taken her on a detour to a place she thought she wouldn’t visit unless forced. ‘Damn social engagements.’ However, after pulling into the Chilton parking lot, she no longer felt cynical, embracing all she had discovered from the colder halls of Chilton. Recollections on those she had come to recognize and even befriend during her three year stint. Paris, Madeline, Louise and even Tristan. Mentally berating herself for reliving that memory path, she found she couldn’t just leave it. After all these years, he was still one of the few people who could fluster her to the extent he had in previous occasions.
Later pulling her sleek Benz into her apartment complex’s parking space, she climbed the stairs to her newest home. Tossing the keys on the table, she picked up the mail and kicked off her shoes. Opening the only substantial piece in her mail, she discovered it was an invitation. ‘Great, another party.’ She thought, sarcastically. However, as she read down, she saw in fancy script ‘The Union of Jess Mariano and Paris Gellar’. ‘What is it with everyone getting married these days?’ She thought, saddened by the thought she would not be one of the above. Being awoken from her reverie by the phone, she picked up the ringing object. Hearing Paris’ voice on the other end, they launched into a conversation.
“Congratulations! That’s great!”
“Thanks! We owe it to you though, we met through you, remember?” Paris reminded her.
“Of course. So when’s the wedding?” Rory questioned.
“Its on the invitation.” Paris reprimanded. “Next Saturday night in Stars Hollow, actually.”
“Let me guess, Jess finally convinced you into the gazebo idea.” Rory laughed at the thought of Jess and Paris’ planning for said occasion.
“Took him lots of work, I tell you.” Paris added, followed by her laughing with Rory. “And I’d like you to be my maid of honor.” Paris added, after their laughter subsided.
“Seriously?” Rory replied, completely shocked.
“Of course!”
“Who’s the best man? Because I don’t want to be stuck with some jerky friend of Jess’.” Rory put in.
“Actually, I don’t know. Jess won’t tell me a name. All he says is that it’s a friend of his from college.”
“Great.” Rory sighed. “That could mean anything.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Paris added her sympathy.
“Don’t worry, it’s your wedding. I’ll live.” Rory finished. “Look, I’ve got to go.”
“Me too. Bye Rory. See you at 7 on Thursday night for rehearsal.”
“Of course. Bye. Wait, what about my dress?”
“We’ve already got one for you, don’t worry.”
“Thanks Paris. Say hi to Mariano for me. Love you both.”
“We love you too. Bye” Paris replied, ending the conversation.
Author: brown_eyed_girl[Materialgrl82]
Pairing: Tristan/Rory
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from Gilmore Girls. They all belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino and The WB. I’m simply borrowing them to write this story.
Author’s Note- This is complete fluff. Also, takes place in the future. Enjoy! The prequel,'Of Diamonds And Dust' is in the Dipper section.
Standing in the living room of her grandparent’s house, Rory Gilmore felt 16 again. However at 25, she was no longer the naïve, sheltered teenager she had once personified. In an effort to find an escape from her solitude, she scoped the room for familiar faces. Still a trophy of sorts to her grandparents, she was determined to escape the incessant introductions and questioning of this young, Harvard graduate. Formerly, there would have been her mother to converse with, but seeing her mother adjacent to the beverage table with Luke, she couldn’t interrupt the newly-weds. ‘Finally. It only took them twenty years.’ She thought to herself. As her cool blue eyes scanned the richly decorated, dark wood room, she strained to find any familiar face. ‘This is ridiculous. I should just go.’ She told herself, after coming up empty from her search. After informing Luke and Lorelai she would be leaving, she headed towards the coat room. On her way, she hugged her grandparents, telling them she would see them soon. After several pleasantries with various socialites, she finally arrived at her fancy present, a silver Mercedes Benz. Remembering her grandparent’s reasoning, she laughed sardonically. Climbing into the car, she rested her head on the steering wheel. Not feeling the need to go home, she started driving home. Stars Hollow, she hadn’t lived there in years, but it seemed as much home now as it had 7 years ago when she left. Pulling her car up against the curb, she climbed out of the driver’s side. Immediately discarding her heels into the trunk, she wandered around Stars Hollow’s town center for many minutes. Reminiscing on her childhood here. The moments with Lorelai, Luke, Lane, Jess, Dean and everyone in her extended “family”. Again thanking her mother’s amazing choice in ending up here, she missed the simplicity of her younger life. In less than a decade she had matured and moved on. Although with her hectic times finishing up her law degree, she hadn’t been in a serious relationship in more than two years. ‘That one thing I’ve never found.’ She wished, longingly. Sighing, she returned to her car, continuing her reminiscing on her life so far.
Heading in the direction of her apartment, her mind in it’s reminiscing had taken her on a detour to a place she thought she wouldn’t visit unless forced. ‘Damn social engagements.’ However, after pulling into the Chilton parking lot, she no longer felt cynical, embracing all she had discovered from the colder halls of Chilton. Recollections on those she had come to recognize and even befriend during her three year stint. Paris, Madeline, Louise and even Tristan. Mentally berating herself for reliving that memory path, she found she couldn’t just leave it. After all these years, he was still one of the few people who could fluster her to the extent he had in previous occasions.
Later pulling her sleek Benz into her apartment complex’s parking space, she climbed the stairs to her newest home. Tossing the keys on the table, she picked up the mail and kicked off her shoes. Opening the only substantial piece in her mail, she discovered it was an invitation. ‘Great, another party.’ She thought, sarcastically. However, as she read down, she saw in fancy script ‘The Union of Jess Mariano and Paris Gellar’. ‘What is it with everyone getting married these days?’ She thought, saddened by the thought she would not be one of the above. Being awoken from her reverie by the phone, she picked up the ringing object. Hearing Paris’ voice on the other end, they launched into a conversation.
“Congratulations! That’s great!”
“Thanks! We owe it to you though, we met through you, remember?” Paris reminded her.
“Of course. So when’s the wedding?” Rory questioned.
“Its on the invitation.” Paris reprimanded. “Next Saturday night in Stars Hollow, actually.”
“Let me guess, Jess finally convinced you into the gazebo idea.” Rory laughed at the thought of Jess and Paris’ planning for said occasion.
“Took him lots of work, I tell you.” Paris added, followed by her laughing with Rory. “And I’d like you to be my maid of honor.” Paris added, after their laughter subsided.
“Seriously?” Rory replied, completely shocked.
“Of course!”
“Who’s the best man? Because I don’t want to be stuck with some jerky friend of Jess’.” Rory put in.
“Actually, I don’t know. Jess won’t tell me a name. All he says is that it’s a friend of his from college.”
“Great.” Rory sighed. “That could mean anything.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Paris added her sympathy.
“Don’t worry, it’s your wedding. I’ll live.” Rory finished. “Look, I’ve got to go.”
“Me too. Bye Rory. See you at 7 on Thursday night for rehearsal.”
“Of course. Bye. Wait, what about my dress?”
“We’ve already got one for you, don’t worry.”
“Thanks Paris. Say hi to Mariano for me. Love you both.”
“We love you too. Bye” Paris replied, ending the conversation.