A Suit and Tie Type Thing, GG, PG, Chapter 8
Title: A Suit and Tie Type Thing, Chapter 8
Author: Piratelf
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Genre: Gen, Het, Narco, JavaJunkie
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls Characters. No money will be made from this work. I'm really not worth suing, honestly.
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: References the events of Rory's Dance.
Summary: Luke and Lorelai ponder Rory and Dean's future. Rory remembers their past.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Okay, I know this pic isn't posed correctly for one of those formal dance pics, but aren't they just cute as bugs' ears?! I did what I could to get everyone else out of the pic, anyway. I decided it was a Christmas Formal because the Gilmores' Christmas Party was the next week. I realize that a more PC name would be the "Winter Formal" or "Holiday Formal", but usually, old wealthy institutions keep the original names for things. So if they had a "Christmas Formal" in the 1920's, they'd still have a "Christmas Formal" in 2000. The name of the location is made up as well. I thought it sounded "historic", as far as I know there is no "Old Hartford Meeting House". The date at the bottom is the date the episode originally aired.
Chapter 8
"Rory all settled?" Luke asked closing the bedroom door behind him.
"Well, she's clean and dressed casually, the rest is up to her and a myriad of sleeping aids: soft music, boring books, heavy drugs," Lorelai answered. She was already in her pajamas and warming her side of the bed.
"Sounds great." Luke shed his suit and pulled on some sleep pants and a T-shirt. "I called Dean."
"Yeah? Did he pick up?"
"Yep."
"And?"
"And he's most of the way through a bottle of bourbon."
"Oh no!" Lorelai cried in distress.
"Oh yes," Luke assured her, getting into bed.
"Why? I though Rory said he liked to be alone, not hammered!"
"Well, it's not because of the fiasco at your parents, exactly."
"So, what is it because of, exactly?"
"He listened to Rory's voicemail."
"What? No!"
"Yes, and she left him more than one."
"But his phone is dead!"
"From what I could decipher, he has something that charges it in his car and he plugged it in on the way to the party, so on the way home from the party it was charged."
"Damn!"
"Yeah, well, I convinced him that Rory definitely does not want to divorce him, and that he should drink some water. We'll see how he is in the morning." Luke switched off his bedside lamp.
Lorelai snuggled into his arms and sighed unhappily. "I don't know why the road can never run smooth for those two! It's obvious they love each other, they're devoted to each other, they belong together, but somehow something always comes up to throw them off track!"
Luke kissed her hair. "It'll be okay. They'll work it out."
"I hope so. You can see it, can't you?"
"See what?"
"Luke! See that they're milk and cookies! Sugar and spice! Hoops and Yoyo! Bert and Ernie! Laverne and Shirley!"
Luke was quiet for a moment. "Well, what if they're Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton?"
"Rory and Dean are NOT Liz and Dick!"
"Tracy and Hepburn?"
"Shut Up!"
"Romeo and Juliet?"
"We're gonna be Brad and Jen if you don't stop."
"Okay, okay, I'm just trying to give you a different perspective."
"I don't want a different perspective! I want my perspective!"
"Alright, sorry."
". . . You don't really think they're Liz and Dick, do you?"
"No, they're surf and turf, or Butch and Sundance or whoever you want. It's just that you were saying you didn't know why they couldn't stay on an even keel, and I just wanted to point out that there have been couples who were obviously in love but just couldn't stay together. I'm not saying that's Rory and Dean, just that it does exist."
"That's too sad, I don't even want to think about that."
"Sorry I brought it up." Luke squeezed her tight
"I just want them to be happy and stable and in love."
"Sounds good."
"And make pretty babies."
"Can't wait to be a grandma, huh?" Luke teased her.
"Ew!" She smacked at his chest, "don't say that!"
"What, grandma?"
"Yes, ugh! I'll never be a grandma. It's too . . . old."
"Uh-huh, so what are your grandchildren going to call you? Lorelai?"
"Call me by my first name? No that's creepy."
"Then what?"
"Mommy's Mommy?"
"Just a guess, but I think that's gonna be a little confusing to a two-year-old."
"Pretty Mommy?"
"Yeah, Rory'll love that."
"Queen Mommy?"
"Drop the Mommy."
"Just Queen?"
"And drop the Queen."
"Hmmmm, I'm out. Guess they'll just have to call me She Who Gives The Candy. What do you want them to call you?"
"Me? Luke."
"I told you, having kids call their grandparents by their first names is creepy!"
"Yeah, but I won't really be a grandparent."
"You won't? Why not?"
"Well, Christopher is Rory's father and Randy is Dean's father, they're the grandfathers."
"Yes, but you're married to me, and Rory is my daughter, that makes you a grandparent too."
"Well, if Rory and Dean want me to, I guess I'll be Grandpa Luke."
"Grandpa Luke," Lorelai repeated doubtfully. "And you're good with that?"
"Sure, why not?"
"It doesn't make you feel like you should be shuffling around in a robe, yelling at kids to get off your lawn and droning on and on about the good old days?"
Luke laughed. "You didn't mind Rory calling you Mommy when you were sixteen, right?"
"That's different. Mommy isn't old."
"Okay, well unless they know something we don't, this whole conversation is premature anyway. And I wanna get some sleep, what do you say?"
"Yes, sleep now, have you fitted for dentures tomorrow." She kissed him and they drifted off to dreamland.
Rory had been in bed for two hours and she was still awake. It was difficult for her to get comfortable without Dean wrapped around her. And she couldn't help but think about him brooding at home by himself. And she was worried about the mess she'd made. She'd only been trying to get the family together, and now they were further apart than ever. And the worse thing was, she knew she'd forgive her grandparents. She couldn't even imagine never seeing them again. And she likewise couldn't imagine them ever apologizing. And how would she explain that to Dean? It seemed like she would always be pulled in two different directions, between her husband and her grandparents. And it was all Emily and Richard's fault. So why were they undoubtedly sleeping well after having enjoyed another hour or so of their fabulous Christmas party, while she was tossing and turning in her childhood bed at her mother's house and Dean was doing God knows what at home, alone? It was all so unfair and wrong!
Finally she got out of bed, turned on her light, and grabbed a random book off of her shelf. Getting back into bed, she opened the book. There, between the pages, was a picture. She and Dean at their first high school dance. She flipped the book closed and read the title, The Portable Dorothy Parker. So much had happened that night, she'd totally forgotten about the picture. Of course, this was Chilton, so it wasn't some cheesy Polaroid which would have faded and discolored by now. No, it was a real professional print, 5 by 7, in a blue cardstock frame embossed with the date, the place and their names in silver.
After everything that had happened after the dance, she and Dean falling asleep at Miss Patty's, Lorelai's fight with Emily, and then Rory's fight with Lorelai, she'd forgotten all about the picture.
Now Rory stared at the picture, entranced by it. God, they were so young. Sixteen seemed like eons ago, was it really only eight years? She remembered how thrilled she was when Dean agreed to go. And the feeling of being unique and desirable when Dean rebuffed Louise's blatant flirting. The music and the dancing were sort of a blur, but she would never forget sitting at the table with Dean near the end of the evening, when he reached down, took her ankles and deposited them in his lap. Then he handed her shoes to her and began rubbing her feet. At first she was stunned. Dean was rubbing her feet! She hadn't even asked him.
"How did you know my feet hurt?" she'd asked him.
"Just the way you were moving, something seemed off. Plus," he'd plucked one of the shoes out of her lap by the heel strap, "these look painful."
She'd smiled at him. "What we do for fashion, huh?"
"Women are the stronger sex," he'd dropped the shoe back into her lap and resumed rubbing circles down the sides of her feet.
She'd been looking at him, and thinking how cute he was, and how good his hands felt on her feet. And for one second, she imagined that they'd been dancing at their fiftieth wedding anniversary party, and reminiscing about their first dance. It was a silly fantasy and she'd been a little embarrassed at it, but it had just felt so comfortable, being there, with Dean. His fingers moved up to her ankles, and she'd looked around surreptitiously. Nope, none of the other girls were being taken care of this way. This wasn't something that guys just normally did for their dates at dances. Dean was special. And he made her feel special. He ran his thumb up her calf kinda hard, and it felt really nice. Then he did the other calf. Then he'd asked if they could go, spend some time alone together. And that night, he had said he'd be her boyfriend.
There were so many good parts of that night, why had she only remembered the bad for so long?
She carefully put the picture back between the pages of the book. She made a mental note to get a frame, and maybe have copies made for her mom and Dean's parents. She laid the book on her desk and turned out the light. She felt better now, calmer. She and Dean would get through this, just like they'd gotten through so many things before. Because there was far more good in their relationship than bad, she just had to remember that.
Chapter 9
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Author: Piratelf
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Genre: Gen, Het, Narco, JavaJunkie
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls Characters. No money will be made from this work. I'm really not worth suing, honestly.
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: References the events of Rory's Dance.
Summary: Luke and Lorelai ponder Rory and Dean's future. Rory remembers their past.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Okay, I know this pic isn't posed correctly for one of those formal dance pics, but aren't they just cute as bugs' ears?! I did what I could to get everyone else out of the pic, anyway. I decided it was a Christmas Formal because the Gilmores' Christmas Party was the next week. I realize that a more PC name would be the "Winter Formal" or "Holiday Formal", but usually, old wealthy institutions keep the original names for things. So if they had a "Christmas Formal" in the 1920's, they'd still have a "Christmas Formal" in 2000. The name of the location is made up as well. I thought it sounded "historic", as far as I know there is no "Old Hartford Meeting House". The date at the bottom is the date the episode originally aired.
Chapter 8
"Rory all settled?" Luke asked closing the bedroom door behind him.
"Well, she's clean and dressed casually, the rest is up to her and a myriad of sleeping aids: soft music, boring books, heavy drugs," Lorelai answered. She was already in her pajamas and warming her side of the bed.
"Sounds great." Luke shed his suit and pulled on some sleep pants and a T-shirt. "I called Dean."
"Yeah? Did he pick up?"
"Yep."
"And?"
"And he's most of the way through a bottle of bourbon."
"Oh no!" Lorelai cried in distress.
"Oh yes," Luke assured her, getting into bed.
"Why? I though Rory said he liked to be alone, not hammered!"
"Well, it's not because of the fiasco at your parents, exactly."
"So, what is it because of, exactly?"
"He listened to Rory's voicemail."
"What? No!"
"Yes, and she left him more than one."
"But his phone is dead!"
"From what I could decipher, he has something that charges it in his car and he plugged it in on the way to the party, so on the way home from the party it was charged."
"Damn!"
"Yeah, well, I convinced him that Rory definitely does not want to divorce him, and that he should drink some water. We'll see how he is in the morning." Luke switched off his bedside lamp.
Lorelai snuggled into his arms and sighed unhappily. "I don't know why the road can never run smooth for those two! It's obvious they love each other, they're devoted to each other, they belong together, but somehow something always comes up to throw them off track!"
Luke kissed her hair. "It'll be okay. They'll work it out."
"I hope so. You can see it, can't you?"
"See what?"
"Luke! See that they're milk and cookies! Sugar and spice! Hoops and Yoyo! Bert and Ernie! Laverne and Shirley!"
Luke was quiet for a moment. "Well, what if they're Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton?"
"Rory and Dean are NOT Liz and Dick!"
"Tracy and Hepburn?"
"Shut Up!"
"Romeo and Juliet?"
"We're gonna be Brad and Jen if you don't stop."
"Okay, okay, I'm just trying to give you a different perspective."
"I don't want a different perspective! I want my perspective!"
"Alright, sorry."
". . . You don't really think they're Liz and Dick, do you?"
"No, they're surf and turf, or Butch and Sundance or whoever you want. It's just that you were saying you didn't know why they couldn't stay on an even keel, and I just wanted to point out that there have been couples who were obviously in love but just couldn't stay together. I'm not saying that's Rory and Dean, just that it does exist."
"That's too sad, I don't even want to think about that."
"Sorry I brought it up." Luke squeezed her tight
"I just want them to be happy and stable and in love."
"Sounds good."
"And make pretty babies."
"Can't wait to be a grandma, huh?" Luke teased her.
"Ew!" She smacked at his chest, "don't say that!"
"What, grandma?"
"Yes, ugh! I'll never be a grandma. It's too . . . old."
"Uh-huh, so what are your grandchildren going to call you? Lorelai?"
"Call me by my first name? No that's creepy."
"Then what?"
"Mommy's Mommy?"
"Just a guess, but I think that's gonna be a little confusing to a two-year-old."
"Pretty Mommy?"
"Yeah, Rory'll love that."
"Queen Mommy?"
"Drop the Mommy."
"Just Queen?"
"And drop the Queen."
"Hmmmm, I'm out. Guess they'll just have to call me She Who Gives The Candy. What do you want them to call you?"
"Me? Luke."
"I told you, having kids call their grandparents by their first names is creepy!"
"Yeah, but I won't really be a grandparent."
"You won't? Why not?"
"Well, Christopher is Rory's father and Randy is Dean's father, they're the grandfathers."
"Yes, but you're married to me, and Rory is my daughter, that makes you a grandparent too."
"Well, if Rory and Dean want me to, I guess I'll be Grandpa Luke."
"Grandpa Luke," Lorelai repeated doubtfully. "And you're good with that?"
"Sure, why not?"
"It doesn't make you feel like you should be shuffling around in a robe, yelling at kids to get off your lawn and droning on and on about the good old days?"
Luke laughed. "You didn't mind Rory calling you Mommy when you were sixteen, right?"
"That's different. Mommy isn't old."
"Okay, well unless they know something we don't, this whole conversation is premature anyway. And I wanna get some sleep, what do you say?"
"Yes, sleep now, have you fitted for dentures tomorrow." She kissed him and they drifted off to dreamland.
Rory had been in bed for two hours and she was still awake. It was difficult for her to get comfortable without Dean wrapped around her. And she couldn't help but think about him brooding at home by himself. And she was worried about the mess she'd made. She'd only been trying to get the family together, and now they were further apart than ever. And the worse thing was, she knew she'd forgive her grandparents. She couldn't even imagine never seeing them again. And she likewise couldn't imagine them ever apologizing. And how would she explain that to Dean? It seemed like she would always be pulled in two different directions, between her husband and her grandparents. And it was all Emily and Richard's fault. So why were they undoubtedly sleeping well after having enjoyed another hour or so of their fabulous Christmas party, while she was tossing and turning in her childhood bed at her mother's house and Dean was doing God knows what at home, alone? It was all so unfair and wrong!
Finally she got out of bed, turned on her light, and grabbed a random book off of her shelf. Getting back into bed, she opened the book. There, between the pages, was a picture. She and Dean at their first high school dance. She flipped the book closed and read the title, The Portable Dorothy Parker. So much had happened that night, she'd totally forgotten about the picture. Of course, this was Chilton, so it wasn't some cheesy Polaroid which would have faded and discolored by now. No, it was a real professional print, 5 by 7, in a blue cardstock frame embossed with the date, the place and their names in silver.
After everything that had happened after the dance, she and Dean falling asleep at Miss Patty's, Lorelai's fight with Emily, and then Rory's fight with Lorelai, she'd forgotten all about the picture.
Now Rory stared at the picture, entranced by it. God, they were so young. Sixteen seemed like eons ago, was it really only eight years? She remembered how thrilled she was when Dean agreed to go. And the feeling of being unique and desirable when Dean rebuffed Louise's blatant flirting. The music and the dancing were sort of a blur, but she would never forget sitting at the table with Dean near the end of the evening, when he reached down, took her ankles and deposited them in his lap. Then he handed her shoes to her and began rubbing her feet. At first she was stunned. Dean was rubbing her feet! She hadn't even asked him.
"How did you know my feet hurt?" she'd asked him.
"Just the way you were moving, something seemed off. Plus," he'd plucked one of the shoes out of her lap by the heel strap, "these look painful."
She'd smiled at him. "What we do for fashion, huh?"
"Women are the stronger sex," he'd dropped the shoe back into her lap and resumed rubbing circles down the sides of her feet.
She'd been looking at him, and thinking how cute he was, and how good his hands felt on her feet. And for one second, she imagined that they'd been dancing at their fiftieth wedding anniversary party, and reminiscing about their first dance. It was a silly fantasy and she'd been a little embarrassed at it, but it had just felt so comfortable, being there, with Dean. His fingers moved up to her ankles, and she'd looked around surreptitiously. Nope, none of the other girls were being taken care of this way. This wasn't something that guys just normally did for their dates at dances. Dean was special. And he made her feel special. He ran his thumb up her calf kinda hard, and it felt really nice. Then he did the other calf. Then he'd asked if they could go, spend some time alone together. And that night, he had said he'd be her boyfriend.
There were so many good parts of that night, why had she only remembered the bad for so long?
She carefully put the picture back between the pages of the book. She made a mental note to get a frame, and maybe have copies made for her mom and Dean's parents. She laid the book on her desk and turned out the light. She felt better now, calmer. She and Dean would get through this, just like they'd gotten through so many things before. Because there was far more good in their relationship than bad, she just had to remember that.
Chapter 9
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