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kyiziSkies Are Blue
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all related items do not belong to me. Only the Story and its related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Spoilers: Season One. This takes place at the end of the summer after the season one finale.
Notes: Okay, so, yeah, ages since I updated this one. Just know that this chapter was an absolute nightmare to write. Seriously. I had so many issues with it. Hopefully it won’t come across that way.
I appreciate every single review and thank you all so much for waiting either patiently, or impatiently, for this chapter!
Previous Chapters
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 |
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Chapter Twelve: She’s My Cherry Pie
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“Oh, sweet mother of God!” Lorelai yelped, tumbling to the floor, her feet high in the air. The sound continued to blare around her. “Max!” she cried and a moment later he appeared in the doorway, smiling at her over the bed. He reached out and turned off the alarm, smiling at her.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said and she opened her mouth to reply when he turned to lean out into the hall. “Rory, we’re going to be late!”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, dropping her head back to lie on the floor and hitting it off the bedside cabinet. “Ouch.” She closed her eyes and hoped she was just having a really bad dream.
She heard movement beside her and opened one eye slightly, pouting at her fiancé. “Isn’t this the point where you apologise for waking me?”
“No,” he said, smiling and leaning down to kiss her. “You’re due at the Inn in an hour.”
“What was with the sonic boom?” she asked, her voice sounding a little too whiny even to her own ears.
“New alarm clock, Lorelai. Evil, but necessary.”
“Yes, very evil,” she said, closing her eyes again. “My fuzzy clock just wasn’t doing for you, huh?”
“‘Fraid not,” Max replied, tugging on her arm and trying to pull her dead weight to her feet. “Lorelai,” he said, laughing and she conceded, allowing him to pull her up.
“I hate you and your stupid, and did I mention loud, alarm clock.”
He kissed her forehead. “Pancakes are on the table.”
“You’re pretty,” she said, smiling up at him. “I love you.”
“So fickle.” He laughed. “I’ll get you down stairs. Rory and I have to leave in less than ten minutes or we’ll be late.”
“This new ‘getting a ride to school and having breakfast at home’ thing is turning my daughter into a lazy, late girl. I think you’re a bad influence on her.”
“Who kept her up until one in the morning watching reruns of The Waltons and teasing her about an age old crush on John Boy?”
“Erm…you?”
“I’ll see you down stairs,” he said with a laugh and exited the room.
She stared after him for a moment, still smiling. “I really do love you, Max Medina.” She shook her head and headed for her wardrobe, almost tripping over her green skirt and having to hop and kick it out of her way. Finally free, she stumbled into the wall and whimpered, leaning her head against the cupboard doorframe.
“Today is so not going well,” she mumbled, trying to ignore that she had only been up for two minutes and that did not bode well for the rest of the day.
She pulled out her favourite suit, pulling out a few loose threads and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower and then changing. Deciding that she really couldn’t be bothered to do anything with her hair, she ran a brush through it and made her way slowly down the stairs.
“So, you were back late last night,” she heard Max asking and something about the tone of his voice caused her to stop before entering the kitchen. She frowned and leaned closer, trying to get a gauge the conversation.
“Yeah,” Rory replied. From Lorelai’s vantage point she could see her daughter shifting slightly in her chair.
“Your mother was out for the count.”
“You know, mom.”
Lorelai could tell from the tone of Rory’s voice that something was bothering her, but she also knew that Max was well aware of the fact. She wondered why he hadn’t said anything when he woke her up, but decided to just wait and see how the conversation continued.
“Rory, is everything okay? Did something happen in New York?”
There was a stilted silence and Lorelai wasn’t sure how to react when she realised that Rory clearly wanted to talk to Max about this. She had always been the only person Rory had to turn to, she’d always been the only person Rory had in her life that she could talk about her problems…she wasn’t sure how she felt about sharing that space with someone else. Even the man she was going to marry.
“You don’t have to talk to me about it,” Max continued. “I just…you know you can, right?”
“I went to see Dean.”
“After you got back?”
Rory sighed. “Yeah, we talked. We’re…okay, I guess.”
“But?” There was no answer and Lorelai heard a chair being moved as Max sat opposite Rory. “But you’re wondering if that was such a good idea.”
“Tristan and I had a fight.” Rory sighed again. “A big fight. I mean, since we started this whole ‘friends’ thing, everything’s been good, great even. It’s been…I like having him around, I like having his friends around. They’re my friends too, now, and I just…I don’t want to lose him.”
“What did you fight about?”
“Dean.”
“So, naturally, you reacted by going to Dean.”
“Pretty much.”
“Rory, can I be honest with you?”
“Of course you can.”
“I like Dean and I like Tristan, but I think you need to decide what you want. Because it’s one thing to be friends with a guy while you’re dating someone, but if you have feelings for him that go beyond that then you’re not being fair to the person that you’re supposed to have those feelings for.”
“I know.”
“I know you do and I know you’re mom’s told you the same thing.”
“In her own way.”
Max chuckled. “She wouldn’t be Lorelai otherwise. Rory, I’m not going to tell you what to do, I’d never presume to do that, I just think that you need to think a few things through, because you’re going to get hurt.”
“Aren’t you supposed to stand up for men and tell me I’m hurting them?”
“Probably, but I’m a bit biased in this instance. I want you to be happy, Rory. You deserve it, but being scared of your feelings, being scared to live your life…that’s not a way to happiness.”
“I know. Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“And Max?”
“Yeah?”
“You can, you know. Presume, I mean.”
Max let out a breath. “That’s…really good to know.”
Lorelai listened to the silence. The comfortable silence that was broken only by Max finishing up the breakfast, broken only by the sounds of two people going about their morning routine, and she wondered when she’d become the extra person.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about Max giving Rory advice, wasn’t sure how she felt about him treating Rory the same way she did. Lorelai loved that Max wanted to act like Rory’s dad, she’d encouraged it, in fact, because having the two people she loved most in life fitting with one another meant so much to her. Somehow the reality of it was a little harder to accept. She just wasn’t sure how she was going deal with it.
Shaking her head, Lorelai entered the kitchen and decided it was best not to act as if she’d been listening. “So, how was New York with Greek Boy?” Lorelai asked as her daughter as she took a seat at the table. “Uh oh, that is not a happy pout.”
“There’s such a thing as a happy pout?” Rory asked, glaring.
“Wow, somebody’s snippy this morning.”
“I am not snippy.”
“You’re snippy,” Lorelai sniped back, still smarting from the realisation that she was sharing her daughter. “So,” she said, trying to calm herself. “What’d he do?”
Rory let out a sigh, sitting down and dropping her head onto the table. “We had a fight.”
“Again; what’d he do?”
“I…I’m not even sure. He was just mad.”
“Because of what happened last night?” Lorelai asked, smiling at Max as he placed her breakfast in front of her.
“I don’t know,” Rory said, shrugging, “maybe.” There was a moment’s silence before Rory looked up at Max. “Aren’t we running late?”
“Yeah, we should probably get going.”
Rory nodded and quickly went into her room to get her school bag, as Max collected his keys and his briefcase. Lorelai watched in silence, frowning to herself and wondering if it bothered her more that Rory had spoken to Max, or that her daughter clearly wasn’t ready to speak to her.
“I’ll come by the inn at lunch,” Max said, leaning down to kiss her. “I have a few free periods this afternoon.”
“You don’t need to.”
He smiled. “I want to. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye, Mom,” Rory called, but she was already out the door, with Max close on her heels…and Lorelai was left sitting alone in an empty house.
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Lorelai stormed into her office, the door swinging shut with a slam behind her. It opened a few minutes later and Max entered, looking both bewildered and annoyed.
“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?”
“If I have to tell you then, clearly, we’re just not on the same wave length after all.”
“I’m really not clear when we started arguing. Or what we’re even arguing about.”
“And I’m supposed to just tell you?”
Max frowned. “Well, that would be helpful.”
“You just…ugh!” Lorelai began to pace. “You were being possessive and territorial and it was unnecessary!”
“I don’t think I need to tell you that that guy was flirting with you and all I did was say hello.”
“I’m angry!”
“Because I said hello?” Max asked, his ire beginning to rise.
“You were staking your claim and I have every right to be mad!”
“You have every right to be mad? I’m not the one that told Tristan’s father I was married to Luke.”
“Well, that’s probably just as well,” Lorelai snapped. “I mean, you’re just not his type.”
“Lorelai.”
“What?” She cried, throwing her arms up. “I didn’t tell Tristan’s father anything.”
“You didn’t deny it either.”
“What the hell was I supposed to do?”
“Tell him the truth!”
“What? That I happen to take late night joy rides from a man who isn’t my fiancé? Yeah, that would’ve gone down well with the high and mighty. You knew I was asking Luke for a ride. You suggested it when you told me you were busy. Max, you work with these people, you’ve been in their company, you of all people know what that world is like.”
“Yes, you’re right, I do know that world. I’ll tell you what else I know: for someone who threw that world back in her parents’ faces-”
“You have no right to talk to me about that,” she cried, speaking over him.
“For someone who threw it back at them,” Max reiterated, “to suddenly start following their rules? Maybe that tells me more than I want to know. Maybe it tells me that I’m fighting a losing battle here. My fiancé is going around telling people she’s married to someone else. Where does that leave me, Lorelai?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“What am I supposed to think?” He sighed and leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms. “I’ve tried to be supportive of you, Lorelai, I’ve tried to ignore that there’s something between you and Luke-”
“There’s nothing between us!”
“He loves you and…maybe you’re not sure what you feel for him anymore.”
There was silence around them and, when she remained silent, Max nodded his head. He took a deep breath and stood up.
“Okay…I guess that’s my answer.”
He remained where he was for a moment, before slowly turning away and walking out of her office. She wanted nothing more than to call after him, but something was stopping her. She wasn’t sure what to think, but she knew that her heart felt like it was breaking.
She knew she loved Max, but she was so used to her life falling apart, she was so used to having to hold things together, that she didn’t know how to act when they went right. But she knew one thing: she loved Max and she didn’t want to lose him.
Just as she was about to go after him, the door suddenly flew open and she jumped as Max entered again.
“I changed my mind.”
“You…what?”
“I’m not walking away this time. Do you love me?”
“Max.”
“Lorelai,” he walked right up to her and placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place. “Do you love me?”
“With all my heart.”
He smiled a little. “I have to ask you and I need to you be honest with me. Please.” She nodded. “Are you in love with Luke?”
“No,” she said softly.
“Do you understand where I’m coming from with this?”
Lorelai sighed. “Luke has been in my life for a long time, Max.”
“And I would never ask you to cut him out of it. I just need to know that when you say ‘I do’ that you really do. I need to know that you will never wonder what it might have been like if he’d been the one standing next to you.”
“I won’t.” She stepped into the circle of his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Max, do you want me to be honest with you?” He nodded, but she could tell part of him didn’t want her to. “I might have loved Luke. One day. I don’t know, maybe there was always a small part of me that wondered what it might be like. I think, in the back of my mind, he was always an option. He was always a ‘one day’. He’s always been the one person that I knew would be in my life forever.”
“I see.”
“But I love you. I’ll never know what it might be like to love Luke, I’ll never know if we’d ever have tried, because I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you. And I’ll never regret that.”
“You’ll never wonder ‘what if’?”
She paused for a moment, staring into his eyes. “I really don’t think I will. Not now. Maybe, if you hadn’t forced the issue and the thought had taken me by surprise one day, then I might have.”
“So, my pushing you was a good thing?”
“Don’t get used to it. The only pushing in this marriage will be done by me.”
He laughed. “I never doubted it for a second. Now, do you want to tell me what your mood today is about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, pulling away.
“Lorelai, do we have to go through this again?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Really?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Then explain why Sookie and Michele both looked relieved when I dragged you away. Why every one of your customers was giving you a wide berth and even Druella looked like she was afraid you might bite her head off.”
“Wow, you’re really spoiling for a fight today.”
“I’m not the one looking for a fight, Lorelai, I just want to know why you’ve been cold and distant. Because, I’m pretty sure we just established that I was the one with the right to be angry.”
“I just told you there was nothing going on with Luke! God, are you going to bring that up every time we fight? Or are you just looking for excuses to get rid of me now?”
“No,” Max said, shaking his head. “This is not happening again.”
“What?” Lorelai cried. “What isn’t happening again? Please tell me, because I sure as hell don’t know.”
“You’re scared.”
“What?”
“You’re pushing me away again and I’m not going to let you. Not this time.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You’re walking away from me, Lorelai. You’re walking away from us.”
“No,” she said angrily. “This is me walking away.”
She spun on her heel and headed for the door, squealing in surprise when Max grabbed her wrist. He pulled her back around to face him, wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with as much passion as he could muster. She tried to fight him, but found that she couldn’t; she didn’t want to. Because, deep down, she knew she was being unreasonable. Instead, she melted into his arms and kissed him back, walking him over to her desk.
“Lorel-oh, right, sorry.”
They pulled apart, but Max wouldn’t loosen his grip as she peered over her shoulder at Sookie. “What is it, Sook?”
“Bandermans, both vegetarians?”
“Just him, she wants her stake rare.”
“Match made in heaven,” Sookie said smirking.
“Yeah.”
There was a pause as Sookie continued so stand in the doorway, swaying slightly on her feet.
“Sook?”
“What?” Lorelai raised her eyebrows and Sookie jumped slightly. “Oh, right. Sorry, I’ll just leave you two to…right, yeah. Oh, and I’m glad you’re in a better mood. You should come over more often, Max,” she called over her shoulder as the door shut behind her.
“I was not in a mood!”
Max cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, yes, you were.”
“I wa-” He cut her off with a quick kiss and she attempted to glare at him when he pulled back. It ended up looking more like a pout. “That’s playing dirty.”
“I was under the impression that you preferred things that way.”
“Why, Mr. Medina, are you trying to seduce me?”
“I think I might be.”
Lorelai smiled and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She leaned her head forward to lean on his shoulder and let out a small growl.
“I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted. You want tell me what this was all about?”
“Rory.”
Max frowned and nudged her head with his shoulder until she looked at him. “What about Rory?”
“You’re in her life. She’s attached.”
“I thought we’d dealt with this problem the last time.”
“We did. We have. I just…I’m not used to sharing her. I heard you talking to her in the kitchen this morning. She was talking to you and you were advising her and…I’m not used to…to her talking to another parent. Chris was never around, not like that, and…I don’t want to be second best, I guess.”
“Lorelai, you will never be second best to that girl. In fact, she could never be second best to anyone in your life either. I accept that and I admire it. If I overstepped my mark, I’m sorry. I just…I wanted her to know that I was there to talk to, but if you’d rather I wasn’t then-”
“No, I want you to be there for her. I want her to be able to talk to you if she wants to, really, I do. It just took me by surprise. I wasn’t ready for it. She’s never really known the guys I’ve dated before you…but I’ve never really been in love before either.” He grinned at her and she smiled back. “It’s just gonna take some getting used to, I guess.”
He nodded. “That’s okay. Just…please don’t keep pushing me away?”
“I won’t. Promise.”
“And no more husbands.”
“I promise,” she said, leaning up to kiss him.
“Good.”
“Okay,” Max said, pulling back. “I’m sorry, what is that taste?”
Lorelai grinned. “Max Medina!”
“What?” he asked grinning.
“I think I’m rubbing off on you.” Max wagged his eyebrows at her and she laughed, pulling away from him and grasping his hand. She pulled him out of her office and through the main foyer towards the kitchen, smiling innocently at Michele as he tried to be nice to an elderly couple.
“Oh, that’s glorious,” Max said, grinning and taking in a deep breath as the kitchen door swung shut behind them. “What is that smell?”
“Hello again,” Sookie said with a smile.
“What is that smell?” Max repeated.
Lorelai grinned and turned to Sookie, singing, “Tastes so good make a grown man cry.”
“Max would you like a piece?”
Grinning, he nodded and accepted the pie Sookie handed to him. Taking a large bite, his eyes closed and Lorelai looked at him predatorily. “That,” he said, not noticing the look in his fiancé’s eyes and turning to the chef, “is amazing.”
“Well, thank you, Max.”
“What time do you need to be back at school?” Lorelai said suddenly.
“Not ‘til last period, why?”
She grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him to the door, turning at the last minute to speak to her friend. “Tell Michele I’ll be back in about an hour and a half. I need to go ravish this hunk of a man of mine.”
“Will do,” Sookie said grinning as Max turned to look at her briefly and shrugged, his face betraying his happiness. She chuckled as the door swung shut behind the couple and mentally added Cherry Pie to her list of desserts to make for the wedding.
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Lorelai groaned and slammed the door of her car shut, kicking the tyres and pouting. There was actually nothing wrong with the car, but she had been detained longer at work than she had intended and she really needed to kick something.
After having a great break from work with Max that afternoon, she grinned at the thought, she had returned to find Michele in a worse mood than she had left him and to discover that they were four rooms overbooked for the following evening. She’d had to spend the rest of the evening calling the other hotels in the area to try and book out some of their guests and, by the time they were sitting at zero, she was irritable, cranky and tired.
If Sookie hadn’t come up to her with more pie before she had left, Lorelai was pretty sure her mood wouldn’t have been slowly slipping away the closer she got to the house.
“Hello, hello, hello!” she shouted, hanging up her jacket and making her way into the main room.
“Hey,” her fiancé responded with a smile, turning down the volume on the television. She placed the box with the pie onto the table next to the phone and frowned as he turned to look at her.
“Max?” He smiled at her as she slipped around his legs and into his lap. “Max, what’s wrong?”
He leaned in to kiss her softly and shrugged. “Headmaster Charleston is taking my class from me. It seems I’m no longer fit to be objective when it comes to Rory and some of the parents filed an official complaint.”
“But you don’t mark Rory’s papers anymore,” Lorelai said, affronted on his behalf.
“I know that, but it seems that doesn’t matter. She already has live in ‘help’ and, therefore, I’m no longer allowed to have any input whatsoever in the entire year group.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Max growled. “I don’t think I’d be quite so angry if I didn’t agree with him.”
“What?” Lorelai asked, incredulous.
“If it were any other teacher, I’d probably have suggested they voluntarily arrange to move before the issue was even raised, you know what some of these parents can be like, but it never even occurred to me for our situation until it was too late.”
“But you don’t help Rory any more than the other kids.”
“But I want to,” Max admitted, shifting a little in his seat. “She doesn’t need it, but sometimes when I see her studying really hard on something I know we’re not going to use I want to tell her to focus elsewhere.”
“But you don’t.”
“Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but, again, I have to admit that I want to. One day I might just give in.”
Lorelai sighed and turned slightly in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Are we worth it? Worth screwing up your career.”
Max chuckled. “You’re hardly screwing up my career. I’ll be teaching the same classes as last year, that’s all. All I have to do is find a new and interesting way to teach the same material and I’ll be fine.”
“When do you change?”
“End of term,” he said, sighing. “Which means I at least get to finish up the Romeo and Juliet scenes.”
“I’m making the outfits,” Lorelai said with a forced grin. “For Paris’ group.”
Max frowned. “For Paris’ group?”
“She called me on my way home and before I knew it I’d signed my life away.”
“Won’t that conflict with what you’re making for Rory?”
“My daughter doesn’t need me!” she said dramatically.
“Never,” Max said with a grin.
“Well, she doesn’t need me at the moment. I figure I can get a good start on Paris’ and see what Rory needs when she finally decides to talk to me. Hey, where is Rory?”
“She’s with Tristan and the others. I gave her money for dinner and told her to be back by ten. I hope that’s okay?”
Lorelai smiled. “That’s fine. In fact, that’s perfect. She won’t be home for hours…and I have more pie.”
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The door clicked shut gently and Lorelai smiled as Rory lifted her head off her knees and smiled softly. She shivered slightly at the evening air and wished she’d brought a jacked out with her.
“Hey, you ready to talk yet?” Lorelai asked, slipping onto the porch swing next to Rory.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“What’s wrong? Is this about New York?”
“Yeah, well, kind of.”
“Kind of how?”
Rory sighed. “I don’t know. Why do I have to always know?”
“Oh, babe, it’s okay,” Lorelai said, pulling Rory in to lean against her. “It’s okay to fight.”
Rory pulled away and began to gesture emphatically as she spoke. “But we weren’t supposed to be fighting! We were finally getting to spend time together away from Chilton, away from Stars Hollow, just…away! Things have been great and then we had a fight. We’re just friends and we had a fight!”
“Rory, friends fight. You and Lane fight. It’s okay if you and Tristan argue.”
“But…but I didn’t like it. I mean, we argue all the time, but this was…”
“For real?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you make up?”
“Well, yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?”
Rory sighed and launched into the explanation of the previous day, allowing pauses for Lorelai’s comments and winces and stopping for a few good minutes when her mother almost fell off the porch swing, because she was laughing too hard imagining Rory and Tristan being escorted upstairs by security and having to explain they really weren’t trying to steal the codex.
“-and then I stormed off. He chased me all the way to the bus station, apologised and managed to talk me to going back and getting in his car and then we drove in silence the whole way home. Today was awkward and the only reason tonight was bearable was because Derek sat between us and made sure to hit Tristan whenever he got snappy.”
“That was nice of Derek.”
Rory sighed. “Yeah…but it wasn’t all Tristan’s fault. I get kinda snippy when Dean’s mentioned. I mean, I know they don’t really know him, but they more I see Dean through their eyes, the more I realise that I’m changing the way I look at him.”
“Well, that’s what happens when you borrow other people’s eyes. Things get all distorted.”
Rory rolled her eyes then sighed. “Mom, I just…I don’t know if what I’m thinking is because I’m thinking it, or because they are and I want them to still be my friends.”
“Rory, I don’t know them very well, but if they’re like Tristan, then I can guarantee they’re not going anywhere. You do not need to dump Dean to keep their friendship.”
“I know,” Rory said. “I’m making excuses.”
“I think you are.”
Rory stood up slowly. “I think I need to talk to Dean.”
“I think you do.” Rory headed for the porch steps and Lorelai frowned. “What, now?”
“If I don’t go now, I won’t go.”
“Okay…just remember to follow your heart.”
Rory nodded. “This isn’t for Tristan, you know. This is for me.”
“Okay, sure.” Lorelai nodded and watched as her daughter quickened her pace into town, almost as if she had to run or she’d turn and head back to hide in her room. Hearing the door click behind her, she smiled over her shoulder at Max.
“Where’s Rory?”
“She went to talk to Dean.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” Lorelai smiled. “But she assured me that it has nothing to do with Tristan.”
“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much,” Max said, wrapping his arms around Lorelai from behind as Rory disappeared around the corner.
“Yeah,” Lorelai said softly, “yeah, me too.”
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End of Chapter Twelve: She’s My Cherry Pie
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Okay, so finally Rory and Dean are going to talk…all I have to do is get my muses to cooperate!
I’m hoping to get started on the next chapter asap. I’m hoping that, now that Gilmore Girls is done (and allow me to whinge about the fact that they managed to successfully blow every one of my ships out of the water and into millions of tiny little pieces), the muses might cooperate and let me get writing.
Once again, thank you all so much for all your amazing reviews for this fic and I’m so sorry for the delay. Please feel free to hit the wee button and leave a review :)
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By Kyizi
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all related items do not belong to me. Only the Story and its related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Spoilers: Season One. This takes place at the end of the summer after the season one finale.
Notes: Okay, so, yeah, ages since I updated this one. Just know that this chapter was an absolute nightmare to write. Seriously. I had so many issues with it. Hopefully it won’t come across that way.
I appreciate every single review and thank you all so much for waiting either patiently, or impatiently, for this chapter!
Previous Chapters
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 |
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Chapter Twelve: She’s My Cherry Pie
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“Oh, sweet mother of God!” Lorelai yelped, tumbling to the floor, her feet high in the air. The sound continued to blare around her. “Max!” she cried and a moment later he appeared in the doorway, smiling at her over the bed. He reached out and turned off the alarm, smiling at her.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said and she opened her mouth to reply when he turned to lean out into the hall. “Rory, we’re going to be late!”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, dropping her head back to lie on the floor and hitting it off the bedside cabinet. “Ouch.” She closed her eyes and hoped she was just having a really bad dream.
She heard movement beside her and opened one eye slightly, pouting at her fiancé. “Isn’t this the point where you apologise for waking me?”
“No,” he said, smiling and leaning down to kiss her. “You’re due at the Inn in an hour.”
“What was with the sonic boom?” she asked, her voice sounding a little too whiny even to her own ears.
“New alarm clock, Lorelai. Evil, but necessary.”
“Yes, very evil,” she said, closing her eyes again. “My fuzzy clock just wasn’t doing for you, huh?”
“‘Fraid not,” Max replied, tugging on her arm and trying to pull her dead weight to her feet. “Lorelai,” he said, laughing and she conceded, allowing him to pull her up.
“I hate you and your stupid, and did I mention loud, alarm clock.”
He kissed her forehead. “Pancakes are on the table.”
“You’re pretty,” she said, smiling up at him. “I love you.”
“So fickle.” He laughed. “I’ll get you down stairs. Rory and I have to leave in less than ten minutes or we’ll be late.”
“This new ‘getting a ride to school and having breakfast at home’ thing is turning my daughter into a lazy, late girl. I think you’re a bad influence on her.”
“Who kept her up until one in the morning watching reruns of The Waltons and teasing her about an age old crush on John Boy?”
“Erm…you?”
“I’ll see you down stairs,” he said with a laugh and exited the room.
She stared after him for a moment, still smiling. “I really do love you, Max Medina.” She shook her head and headed for her wardrobe, almost tripping over her green skirt and having to hop and kick it out of her way. Finally free, she stumbled into the wall and whimpered, leaning her head against the cupboard doorframe.
“Today is so not going well,” she mumbled, trying to ignore that she had only been up for two minutes and that did not bode well for the rest of the day.
She pulled out her favourite suit, pulling out a few loose threads and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower and then changing. Deciding that she really couldn’t be bothered to do anything with her hair, she ran a brush through it and made her way slowly down the stairs.
“So, you were back late last night,” she heard Max asking and something about the tone of his voice caused her to stop before entering the kitchen. She frowned and leaned closer, trying to get a gauge the conversation.
“Yeah,” Rory replied. From Lorelai’s vantage point she could see her daughter shifting slightly in her chair.
“Your mother was out for the count.”
“You know, mom.”
Lorelai could tell from the tone of Rory’s voice that something was bothering her, but she also knew that Max was well aware of the fact. She wondered why he hadn’t said anything when he woke her up, but decided to just wait and see how the conversation continued.
“Rory, is everything okay? Did something happen in New York?”
There was a stilted silence and Lorelai wasn’t sure how to react when she realised that Rory clearly wanted to talk to Max about this. She had always been the only person Rory had to turn to, she’d always been the only person Rory had in her life that she could talk about her problems…she wasn’t sure how she felt about sharing that space with someone else. Even the man she was going to marry.
“You don’t have to talk to me about it,” Max continued. “I just…you know you can, right?”
“I went to see Dean.”
“After you got back?”
Rory sighed. “Yeah, we talked. We’re…okay, I guess.”
“But?” There was no answer and Lorelai heard a chair being moved as Max sat opposite Rory. “But you’re wondering if that was such a good idea.”
“Tristan and I had a fight.” Rory sighed again. “A big fight. I mean, since we started this whole ‘friends’ thing, everything’s been good, great even. It’s been…I like having him around, I like having his friends around. They’re my friends too, now, and I just…I don’t want to lose him.”
“What did you fight about?”
“Dean.”
“So, naturally, you reacted by going to Dean.”
“Pretty much.”
“Rory, can I be honest with you?”
“Of course you can.”
“I like Dean and I like Tristan, but I think you need to decide what you want. Because it’s one thing to be friends with a guy while you’re dating someone, but if you have feelings for him that go beyond that then you’re not being fair to the person that you’re supposed to have those feelings for.”
“I know.”
“I know you do and I know you’re mom’s told you the same thing.”
“In her own way.”
Max chuckled. “She wouldn’t be Lorelai otherwise. Rory, I’m not going to tell you what to do, I’d never presume to do that, I just think that you need to think a few things through, because you’re going to get hurt.”
“Aren’t you supposed to stand up for men and tell me I’m hurting them?”
“Probably, but I’m a bit biased in this instance. I want you to be happy, Rory. You deserve it, but being scared of your feelings, being scared to live your life…that’s not a way to happiness.”
“I know. Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“And Max?”
“Yeah?”
“You can, you know. Presume, I mean.”
Max let out a breath. “That’s…really good to know.”
Lorelai listened to the silence. The comfortable silence that was broken only by Max finishing up the breakfast, broken only by the sounds of two people going about their morning routine, and she wondered when she’d become the extra person.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about Max giving Rory advice, wasn’t sure how she felt about him treating Rory the same way she did. Lorelai loved that Max wanted to act like Rory’s dad, she’d encouraged it, in fact, because having the two people she loved most in life fitting with one another meant so much to her. Somehow the reality of it was a little harder to accept. She just wasn’t sure how she was going deal with it.
Shaking her head, Lorelai entered the kitchen and decided it was best not to act as if she’d been listening. “So, how was New York with Greek Boy?” Lorelai asked as her daughter as she took a seat at the table. “Uh oh, that is not a happy pout.”
“There’s such a thing as a happy pout?” Rory asked, glaring.
“Wow, somebody’s snippy this morning.”
“I am not snippy.”
“You’re snippy,” Lorelai sniped back, still smarting from the realisation that she was sharing her daughter. “So,” she said, trying to calm herself. “What’d he do?”
Rory let out a sigh, sitting down and dropping her head onto the table. “We had a fight.”
“Again; what’d he do?”
“I…I’m not even sure. He was just mad.”
“Because of what happened last night?” Lorelai asked, smiling at Max as he placed her breakfast in front of her.
“I don’t know,” Rory said, shrugging, “maybe.” There was a moment’s silence before Rory looked up at Max. “Aren’t we running late?”
“Yeah, we should probably get going.”
Rory nodded and quickly went into her room to get her school bag, as Max collected his keys and his briefcase. Lorelai watched in silence, frowning to herself and wondering if it bothered her more that Rory had spoken to Max, or that her daughter clearly wasn’t ready to speak to her.
“I’ll come by the inn at lunch,” Max said, leaning down to kiss her. “I have a few free periods this afternoon.”
“You don’t need to.”
He smiled. “I want to. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye, Mom,” Rory called, but she was already out the door, with Max close on her heels…and Lorelai was left sitting alone in an empty house.
~x~x~x~x~x~
Lorelai stormed into her office, the door swinging shut with a slam behind her. It opened a few minutes later and Max entered, looking both bewildered and annoyed.
“Do you want to tell me what that was all about?”
“If I have to tell you then, clearly, we’re just not on the same wave length after all.”
“I’m really not clear when we started arguing. Or what we’re even arguing about.”
“And I’m supposed to just tell you?”
Max frowned. “Well, that would be helpful.”
“You just…ugh!” Lorelai began to pace. “You were being possessive and territorial and it was unnecessary!”
“I don’t think I need to tell you that that guy was flirting with you and all I did was say hello.”
“I’m angry!”
“Because I said hello?” Max asked, his ire beginning to rise.
“You were staking your claim and I have every right to be mad!”
“You have every right to be mad? I’m not the one that told Tristan’s father I was married to Luke.”
“Well, that’s probably just as well,” Lorelai snapped. “I mean, you’re just not his type.”
“Lorelai.”
“What?” She cried, throwing her arms up. “I didn’t tell Tristan’s father anything.”
“You didn’t deny it either.”
“What the hell was I supposed to do?”
“Tell him the truth!”
“What? That I happen to take late night joy rides from a man who isn’t my fiancé? Yeah, that would’ve gone down well with the high and mighty. You knew I was asking Luke for a ride. You suggested it when you told me you were busy. Max, you work with these people, you’ve been in their company, you of all people know what that world is like.”
“Yes, you’re right, I do know that world. I’ll tell you what else I know: for someone who threw that world back in her parents’ faces-”
“You have no right to talk to me about that,” she cried, speaking over him.
“For someone who threw it back at them,” Max reiterated, “to suddenly start following their rules? Maybe that tells me more than I want to know. Maybe it tells me that I’m fighting a losing battle here. My fiancé is going around telling people she’s married to someone else. Where does that leave me, Lorelai?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“What am I supposed to think?” He sighed and leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms. “I’ve tried to be supportive of you, Lorelai, I’ve tried to ignore that there’s something between you and Luke-”
“There’s nothing between us!”
“He loves you and…maybe you’re not sure what you feel for him anymore.”
There was silence around them and, when she remained silent, Max nodded his head. He took a deep breath and stood up.
“Okay…I guess that’s my answer.”
He remained where he was for a moment, before slowly turning away and walking out of her office. She wanted nothing more than to call after him, but something was stopping her. She wasn’t sure what to think, but she knew that her heart felt like it was breaking.
She knew she loved Max, but she was so used to her life falling apart, she was so used to having to hold things together, that she didn’t know how to act when they went right. But she knew one thing: she loved Max and she didn’t want to lose him.
Just as she was about to go after him, the door suddenly flew open and she jumped as Max entered again.
“I changed my mind.”
“You…what?”
“I’m not walking away this time. Do you love me?”
“Max.”
“Lorelai,” he walked right up to her and placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place. “Do you love me?”
“With all my heart.”
He smiled a little. “I have to ask you and I need to you be honest with me. Please.” She nodded. “Are you in love with Luke?”
“No,” she said softly.
“Do you understand where I’m coming from with this?”
Lorelai sighed. “Luke has been in my life for a long time, Max.”
“And I would never ask you to cut him out of it. I just need to know that when you say ‘I do’ that you really do. I need to know that you will never wonder what it might have been like if he’d been the one standing next to you.”
“I won’t.” She stepped into the circle of his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Max, do you want me to be honest with you?” He nodded, but she could tell part of him didn’t want her to. “I might have loved Luke. One day. I don’t know, maybe there was always a small part of me that wondered what it might be like. I think, in the back of my mind, he was always an option. He was always a ‘one day’. He’s always been the one person that I knew would be in my life forever.”
“I see.”
“But I love you. I’ll never know what it might be like to love Luke, I’ll never know if we’d ever have tried, because I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you. And I’ll never regret that.”
“You’ll never wonder ‘what if’?”
She paused for a moment, staring into his eyes. “I really don’t think I will. Not now. Maybe, if you hadn’t forced the issue and the thought had taken me by surprise one day, then I might have.”
“So, my pushing you was a good thing?”
“Don’t get used to it. The only pushing in this marriage will be done by me.”
He laughed. “I never doubted it for a second. Now, do you want to tell me what your mood today is about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, pulling away.
“Lorelai, do we have to go through this again?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Really?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Then explain why Sookie and Michele both looked relieved when I dragged you away. Why every one of your customers was giving you a wide berth and even Druella looked like she was afraid you might bite her head off.”
“Wow, you’re really spoiling for a fight today.”
“I’m not the one looking for a fight, Lorelai, I just want to know why you’ve been cold and distant. Because, I’m pretty sure we just established that I was the one with the right to be angry.”
“I just told you there was nothing going on with Luke! God, are you going to bring that up every time we fight? Or are you just looking for excuses to get rid of me now?”
“No,” Max said, shaking his head. “This is not happening again.”
“What?” Lorelai cried. “What isn’t happening again? Please tell me, because I sure as hell don’t know.”
“You’re scared.”
“What?”
“You’re pushing me away again and I’m not going to let you. Not this time.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You’re walking away from me, Lorelai. You’re walking away from us.”
“No,” she said angrily. “This is me walking away.”
She spun on her heel and headed for the door, squealing in surprise when Max grabbed her wrist. He pulled her back around to face him, wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with as much passion as he could muster. She tried to fight him, but found that she couldn’t; she didn’t want to. Because, deep down, she knew she was being unreasonable. Instead, she melted into his arms and kissed him back, walking him over to her desk.
“Lorel-oh, right, sorry.”
They pulled apart, but Max wouldn’t loosen his grip as she peered over her shoulder at Sookie. “What is it, Sook?”
“Bandermans, both vegetarians?”
“Just him, she wants her stake rare.”
“Match made in heaven,” Sookie said smirking.
“Yeah.”
There was a pause as Sookie continued so stand in the doorway, swaying slightly on her feet.
“Sook?”
“What?” Lorelai raised her eyebrows and Sookie jumped slightly. “Oh, right. Sorry, I’ll just leave you two to…right, yeah. Oh, and I’m glad you’re in a better mood. You should come over more often, Max,” she called over her shoulder as the door shut behind her.
“I was not in a mood!”
Max cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, yes, you were.”
“I wa-” He cut her off with a quick kiss and she attempted to glare at him when he pulled back. It ended up looking more like a pout. “That’s playing dirty.”
“I was under the impression that you preferred things that way.”
“Why, Mr. Medina, are you trying to seduce me?”
“I think I might be.”
Lorelai smiled and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She leaned her head forward to lean on his shoulder and let out a small growl.
“I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted. You want tell me what this was all about?”
“Rory.”
Max frowned and nudged her head with his shoulder until she looked at him. “What about Rory?”
“You’re in her life. She’s attached.”
“I thought we’d dealt with this problem the last time.”
“We did. We have. I just…I’m not used to sharing her. I heard you talking to her in the kitchen this morning. She was talking to you and you were advising her and…I’m not used to…to her talking to another parent. Chris was never around, not like that, and…I don’t want to be second best, I guess.”
“Lorelai, you will never be second best to that girl. In fact, she could never be second best to anyone in your life either. I accept that and I admire it. If I overstepped my mark, I’m sorry. I just…I wanted her to know that I was there to talk to, but if you’d rather I wasn’t then-”
“No, I want you to be there for her. I want her to be able to talk to you if she wants to, really, I do. It just took me by surprise. I wasn’t ready for it. She’s never really known the guys I’ve dated before you…but I’ve never really been in love before either.” He grinned at her and she smiled back. “It’s just gonna take some getting used to, I guess.”
He nodded. “That’s okay. Just…please don’t keep pushing me away?”
“I won’t. Promise.”
“And no more husbands.”
“I promise,” she said, leaning up to kiss him.
“Good.”
“Okay,” Max said, pulling back. “I’m sorry, what is that taste?”
Lorelai grinned. “Max Medina!”
“What?” he asked grinning.
“I think I’m rubbing off on you.” Max wagged his eyebrows at her and she laughed, pulling away from him and grasping his hand. She pulled him out of her office and through the main foyer towards the kitchen, smiling innocently at Michele as he tried to be nice to an elderly couple.
“Oh, that’s glorious,” Max said, grinning and taking in a deep breath as the kitchen door swung shut behind them. “What is that smell?”
“Hello again,” Sookie said with a smile.
“What is that smell?” Max repeated.
Lorelai grinned and turned to Sookie, singing, “Tastes so good make a grown man cry.”
“Max would you like a piece?”
Grinning, he nodded and accepted the pie Sookie handed to him. Taking a large bite, his eyes closed and Lorelai looked at him predatorily. “That,” he said, not noticing the look in his fiancé’s eyes and turning to the chef, “is amazing.”
“Well, thank you, Max.”
“What time do you need to be back at school?” Lorelai said suddenly.
“Not ‘til last period, why?”
She grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him to the door, turning at the last minute to speak to her friend. “Tell Michele I’ll be back in about an hour and a half. I need to go ravish this hunk of a man of mine.”
“Will do,” Sookie said grinning as Max turned to look at her briefly and shrugged, his face betraying his happiness. She chuckled as the door swung shut behind the couple and mentally added Cherry Pie to her list of desserts to make for the wedding.
~x~x~x~x~x~
Lorelai groaned and slammed the door of her car shut, kicking the tyres and pouting. There was actually nothing wrong with the car, but she had been detained longer at work than she had intended and she really needed to kick something.
After having a great break from work with Max that afternoon, she grinned at the thought, she had returned to find Michele in a worse mood than she had left him and to discover that they were four rooms overbooked for the following evening. She’d had to spend the rest of the evening calling the other hotels in the area to try and book out some of their guests and, by the time they were sitting at zero, she was irritable, cranky and tired.
If Sookie hadn’t come up to her with more pie before she had left, Lorelai was pretty sure her mood wouldn’t have been slowly slipping away the closer she got to the house.
“Hello, hello, hello!” she shouted, hanging up her jacket and making her way into the main room.
“Hey,” her fiancé responded with a smile, turning down the volume on the television. She placed the box with the pie onto the table next to the phone and frowned as he turned to look at her.
“Max?” He smiled at her as she slipped around his legs and into his lap. “Max, what’s wrong?”
He leaned in to kiss her softly and shrugged. “Headmaster Charleston is taking my class from me. It seems I’m no longer fit to be objective when it comes to Rory and some of the parents filed an official complaint.”
“But you don’t mark Rory’s papers anymore,” Lorelai said, affronted on his behalf.
“I know that, but it seems that doesn’t matter. She already has live in ‘help’ and, therefore, I’m no longer allowed to have any input whatsoever in the entire year group.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Max growled. “I don’t think I’d be quite so angry if I didn’t agree with him.”
“What?” Lorelai asked, incredulous.
“If it were any other teacher, I’d probably have suggested they voluntarily arrange to move before the issue was even raised, you know what some of these parents can be like, but it never even occurred to me for our situation until it was too late.”
“But you don’t help Rory any more than the other kids.”
“But I want to,” Max admitted, shifting a little in his seat. “She doesn’t need it, but sometimes when I see her studying really hard on something I know we’re not going to use I want to tell her to focus elsewhere.”
“But you don’t.”
“Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but, again, I have to admit that I want to. One day I might just give in.”
Lorelai sighed and turned slightly in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Are we worth it? Worth screwing up your career.”
Max chuckled. “You’re hardly screwing up my career. I’ll be teaching the same classes as last year, that’s all. All I have to do is find a new and interesting way to teach the same material and I’ll be fine.”
“When do you change?”
“End of term,” he said, sighing. “Which means I at least get to finish up the Romeo and Juliet scenes.”
“I’m making the outfits,” Lorelai said with a forced grin. “For Paris’ group.”
Max frowned. “For Paris’ group?”
“She called me on my way home and before I knew it I’d signed my life away.”
“Won’t that conflict with what you’re making for Rory?”
“My daughter doesn’t need me!” she said dramatically.
“Never,” Max said with a grin.
“Well, she doesn’t need me at the moment. I figure I can get a good start on Paris’ and see what Rory needs when she finally decides to talk to me. Hey, where is Rory?”
“She’s with Tristan and the others. I gave her money for dinner and told her to be back by ten. I hope that’s okay?”
Lorelai smiled. “That’s fine. In fact, that’s perfect. She won’t be home for hours…and I have more pie.”
~x~x~x~x~x~
The door clicked shut gently and Lorelai smiled as Rory lifted her head off her knees and smiled softly. She shivered slightly at the evening air and wished she’d brought a jacked out with her.
“Hey, you ready to talk yet?” Lorelai asked, slipping onto the porch swing next to Rory.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“What’s wrong? Is this about New York?”
“Yeah, well, kind of.”
“Kind of how?”
Rory sighed. “I don’t know. Why do I have to always know?”
“Oh, babe, it’s okay,” Lorelai said, pulling Rory in to lean against her. “It’s okay to fight.”
Rory pulled away and began to gesture emphatically as she spoke. “But we weren’t supposed to be fighting! We were finally getting to spend time together away from Chilton, away from Stars Hollow, just…away! Things have been great and then we had a fight. We’re just friends and we had a fight!”
“Rory, friends fight. You and Lane fight. It’s okay if you and Tristan argue.”
“But…but I didn’t like it. I mean, we argue all the time, but this was…”
“For real?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you make up?”
“Well, yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?”
Rory sighed and launched into the explanation of the previous day, allowing pauses for Lorelai’s comments and winces and stopping for a few good minutes when her mother almost fell off the porch swing, because she was laughing too hard imagining Rory and Tristan being escorted upstairs by security and having to explain they really weren’t trying to steal the codex.
“-and then I stormed off. He chased me all the way to the bus station, apologised and managed to talk me to going back and getting in his car and then we drove in silence the whole way home. Today was awkward and the only reason tonight was bearable was because Derek sat between us and made sure to hit Tristan whenever he got snappy.”
“That was nice of Derek.”
Rory sighed. “Yeah…but it wasn’t all Tristan’s fault. I get kinda snippy when Dean’s mentioned. I mean, I know they don’t really know him, but they more I see Dean through their eyes, the more I realise that I’m changing the way I look at him.”
“Well, that’s what happens when you borrow other people’s eyes. Things get all distorted.”
Rory rolled her eyes then sighed. “Mom, I just…I don’t know if what I’m thinking is because I’m thinking it, or because they are and I want them to still be my friends.”
“Rory, I don’t know them very well, but if they’re like Tristan, then I can guarantee they’re not going anywhere. You do not need to dump Dean to keep their friendship.”
“I know,” Rory said. “I’m making excuses.”
“I think you are.”
Rory stood up slowly. “I think I need to talk to Dean.”
“I think you do.” Rory headed for the porch steps and Lorelai frowned. “What, now?”
“If I don’t go now, I won’t go.”
“Okay…just remember to follow your heart.”
Rory nodded. “This isn’t for Tristan, you know. This is for me.”
“Okay, sure.” Lorelai nodded and watched as her daughter quickened her pace into town, almost as if she had to run or she’d turn and head back to hide in her room. Hearing the door click behind her, she smiled over her shoulder at Max.
“Where’s Rory?”
“She went to talk to Dean.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” Lorelai smiled. “But she assured me that it has nothing to do with Tristan.”
“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much,” Max said, wrapping his arms around Lorelai from behind as Rory disappeared around the corner.
“Yeah,” Lorelai said softly, “yeah, me too.”
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End of Chapter Twelve: She’s My Cherry Pie
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Okay, so finally Rory and Dean are going to talk…all I have to do is get my muses to cooperate!
I’m hoping to get started on the next chapter asap. I’m hoping that, now that Gilmore Girls is done (and allow me to whinge about the fact that they managed to successfully blow every one of my ships out of the water and into millions of tiny little pieces), the muses might cooperate and let me get writing.
Once again, thank you all so much for all your amazing reviews for this fic and I’m so sorry for the delay. Please feel free to hit the wee button and leave a review :)
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Date: 2007-06-06 10:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-07 02:55 pm (UTC)Glad I made you happy, anyway! :p There's nothing worse than not being able to find previous parts to a fic.
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Date: 2007-06-07 03:34 pm (UTC)However, I shall smite you down for this: you tagged with trory.
You... you... *smites*
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Date: 2007-06-08 09:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-08 12:06 pm (UTC)That doesn't matter! I object equally to all squished names!
As for Sarkney, I only suffer that because I was introduced to that a) before fandom got stupid and b) before I knew any better thus it sounds right.
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Date: 2007-06-09 06:04 pm (UTC)Trory's been around for almost as long. Trust me. It's a season 1 ship and we just finished season 7, you do the math! As I said, they're the only two I really use.
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Date: 2007-06-09 09:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-13 03:46 pm (UTC)...that and it bugs you :p
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Date: 2007-06-13 08:20 pm (UTC)PS Icon? I think it looks like Bones, but I can't place the costumes. What about the Vegas ep?