A Suit and Tie Type Thing, GG, PG, Chapter 9 - Complete
Title: A Suit and Tie Type Thing, Chapter 9 - Complete
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: Thanks for sticking with me! I hope the ending is worth the anticipation.
Summary: Dean and Rory talk things out. Luke and Lorelai eavesdrop. Then there is kissing.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Luke was up at nine the next morning, late for him. Luckily he'd already taken the day off. He fixed himself breakfast and turned on the news. There'd been seven accidents the night before, including a county commissioner's wife and two kids, no fatalities, though. Luke looked out the window, it had started to snow again. He let Paul Anka out while he got the paper. He brought it inside, stretched out on the couch and read it all in one sitting. By then, Lorelai was up. She settled herself between his legs, leaned back against him and drank his coffee.
"Coffee Man, me love Coffee Man!" She kissed him.
"Good morning to you, too," Luke told her.
"Is Rory still here?"
"Rory's still asleep."
"Oh, good. She probably needs the rest."
"Probably. You want some breakfast?"
"Mmmm, yeah, breakfast! Will you make pancakes?"
"For you? Sure."
"And eggs and bacon and sausage and toast and pots and pots of coffee?"
"Yeah, I think I can handle that, but you'll have to get off of my lap first."
"Man, I have to do everything!" Lorelai huffed, getting to her feet. "Oh, hey, it's snowing!"
"Yeah, I noticed," Luke said on his way to the kitchen.
"Pretty, pretty, snow," Lorelai said, looking out the window.
Halfway through Lorelai's breakfast, Rory made an appearance.
"Good morning!" she chirped happily.
"Good morning, babe. You look happy and well-rested." Lorelai smiled at her.
"You want breakfast?" Luke asked.
"Yeah, everything Mom has looks great, thanks." Rory poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
"One Gilmore breakfast special coming up," Luke pulled the necessary ingredients out of the fridge.
"You'll never guess what I found last night," Rory pulled the picture out of the pocket in her robe and showed it to Lorelai.
"Oh my God! I have never even seen this picture before! Where have you been hiding it?"
"Well, it was taken at the dance, obviously," Rory said. "And I slipped it into my book, so it wouldn't wrinkle. And then I totally forgot about it myself, until I grabbed this book last night, and there it was!"
Lorelai took the picture from Rory. "Look at you two! You're babies! Luke, look at this!"
Luke looked over her shoulder while stirring a bowl of pancake batter. "Yeah, that is cute. When was this?"
"They were sixteen," Lorelai told him. "It was their first dance."
"Mom made that dress," Rory pointed out.
"Very nice!" Luke complimented her.
"It was the first picture ever taken of us together. Wasn't Dean a doll! It was supposed to be jacket and tie for the guys, but he was way too cool for a tie." Rory smiled at the memory.
"Wow, his rebel period," Luke poured three pancakes out onto the griddle. "What did that last, a week maybe?"
"Just because Dean wasn't a borderline juvenile delinquent doesn't mean he wasn't cool!" Rory defended her husband.
"Rory, chill. Luke was just teasing." Lorelai put a calming hand on her daughter's arm.
"Sorry, Luke," Rory sighed. "Guess I'm a little touchy today."
"No problem," Luke broke a few eggs and scrambled them. "I should have thought of that before I said anything."
Rory took the picture back from her mother. "I miss Dean."
"Honey, you've only been away from him one night," Lorelai said, chuckling.
"I know. It's stupid, but I can't help it."
"Why don't you call him?"
"No, I don't know how late he was up last night, and I don't want to wake him. I'll go home after I eat." She looked at the picture again. "You want a copy of this?"
"Are you kidding, of course I do!" Lorelai exclaimed. "I want a huge poster, and I want them to paint little stars in your eyes!"
"I think I'll get one made for Dean's parents too."
"Aw, they'll like that," Lorelai said, stealing a piece of bacon from Rory's plate as Luke put it down on the table.
"If you want more, I'll make you more!" Luke told her.
"Would you? And maybe some French toast too?" Lorelai batted her eyelashes.
"Mmm, French toast, that sounds good," Rory said, digging into her pancakes.
Luke sighed, "Okay, that's more bacon and two orders of French toast, anything else?"
"Not right now," Rory said.
"We'll let you know," Lorelai assured him.
"This is my day off, you know," Luke reminded them.
"Well if you want us to cook -" Lorelai began.
"No, no, we don't have enough insurance for that!" Luke interrupted her, going back to the stove.
At noon, Rory and Lorelai were still nibbling at their breakfasts, so Luke put some tea on and made himself a BLT for lunch. They were all three sitting at the table once more when Dean knocked at the back door and came in. "Hi," he greeted everyone, taking off his coat. "Rory, we have to talk."
"Okay, you want some-"
"Now," he interrupted his wife.
Luke and Lorelai shared a concerned look. Dean was never abrupt, and certainly not with Rory. He didn't sound angry though. If pressed, Luke thought, he'd have to describe the tone more as desperate.
"O-kay," Rory said, "talk."
"No, I mean, in private."
"My room?" She raised her eyebrows, enquiring if that was private enough.
Dean nodded, "Fine."
Rory left the table and went into her old room with him. He took her hand and pulled her farther away from the door, where he thought they wouldn't be heard. Then he got right to the heart of the matter. "Rory, were you really going to divorce me if I hadn't shown last night?"
"Dean, oh no, you listened to your voicemail?" She took his hands in her own.
"Yeah," he brushed away her effort at comfort. "So, were you?"
"No, Dean! Of course not! I was just mad, and I didn't know where you were. I thought you were breaking your promise."
Dean nodded, he still looked uneasy. "Right, but what if I was, would you have divorced me?"
"If you were what? Breaking your promise?"
"Yeah. Let's say I just bailed on the whole thing, would you have divorced me?"
"Why are you asking me this, Dean? I don't understand."
He took her by the shoulders. "Please, Rory, it's important, just answer the question."
Rory thought for a moment. "No, not really. I mean, we could've worked it out."
"Okay," Dean took a breath and visibly relaxed. "Okay, good." He ran a hand through his hair. "But I need to ask you do something for me then."
"Sure, Dean, anything."
He took her by the elbows and ducked his head a bit to look her right in the eye. "I need for you to not ever say that, unless you mean it. Okay? Don't just say you're going to divorce me whenever you get mad, because," Dean paused and swallowed, "because I can't handle that. Divorce is bad, Rory, it's really really bad! Awful! So you can't just throw this term around like it means nothing! It means something! And it's serious, and it's something I never ever ever want to do again, especially not from you! I love you, Rory! And I want to be with you forever. And I'll do whatever it takes to do that. But you can't just give up the first time you think I've let you down!"
"Dean -" Rory tried to interrupt.
"It's not fair, Rory, you didn't even give me a chance to explain! You didn't even trust me enough to find out what happened first! And I've never done anything to deserve that mistrust!"
"Dean!" she tried again.
"Things can't be like that between us! It has to be 'til death do us part! You have to be committed to this too, cause I can't do it all by myself!" Dean's voice broke, despite his determination to keep his emotions under control.
"DEAN! STOP! Listen! I am committed to this, to us! I promise I am! I was just angry and upset and I opened my mouth without even thinking about what the words would mean to you." She put her arms around him. "Baby, I am so, so sorry! I was wrong, I shouldn't have said those things. And I never will again, I swear, never! I do trust you, and I love you, and I want to be with you til the end, honestly." She kissed him, "Okay?"
He nodded, and smiled a little, "Okay." He put his arms around her. "Even if I never get along with your grandparents?"
"Even if you never see or speak or even hear of my grandparents again."
"Actually, that sounds pretty good to me." He grinned.
"It sounds good to me too. Dean, I am so ashamed of what they did to you."
He shrugged. "It's okay. You didn't know it was going to happen. It's not your fault."
"No, but you did, and I wouldn't listen, and that is my fault." She reached up and kissed his lips. "I will never let them treat you that way again."
"So, no more trying to make us all be one happy family?" Dean asked.
"Nope. I accept that Richard and Emily Gilmore are elitist snobs and cannot be trusted to act civilly even to guests in their own house."
He bit his bottom lip. "You know, I am sorry that I'm not better educated, and I don't have a more upper class sort of profession."
She hated that look of shame in his eyes. "Dean, no, don't be! I love you because you're you!"
"But I know there are tons of guys who could provide for you a lot better than I can, and I understand that that's what your grandparents want for you. But Rory, I swear to you, they could never love you as much as I do. And no matter what I have to do, you will never want for anything as long as you live, I mean that!"
"Dean, you give me everything that I could ever possibly want. No Ivy League billionaire could ever give me that because all I want is you! There is no one else for me, but you."
"I love you, Rory Forester."
She smiled at him. "I love you too." Now it was her turn to look him in the eye. "And I am so proud of you, Dean Forester, for standing up to my grandparents and their snooty, condescending, conceited, immoral, insufferable friends! For telling them exactly how disgraceful and indecent their behavior was! For showing them the real you - a man of courage, principles, strength and dignity! You put them all to shame!"
Dean drank in the praise, until there was nothing in his eyes pride and love. He leaned in and kissed her breathless.
Lorelai, who could hear everything quite plainly in the kitchen, turned to Luke, "See, not Liz and Dick."
Luke kissed her nose. "Not Liz and Dick," he agreed. "But possibly Lorelai and Luke."
"Then at least we know they'll have a happy ending," She grinned.
"Yeah, at least we know that," he also grinned, leaned in, and kissed her breathless.
The End
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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: Thanks for sticking with me! I hope the ending is worth the anticipation.
Summary: Dean and Rory talk things out. Luke and Lorelai eavesdrop. Then there is kissing.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Luke was up at nine the next morning, late for him. Luckily he'd already taken the day off. He fixed himself breakfast and turned on the news. There'd been seven accidents the night before, including a county commissioner's wife and two kids, no fatalities, though. Luke looked out the window, it had started to snow again. He let Paul Anka out while he got the paper. He brought it inside, stretched out on the couch and read it all in one sitting. By then, Lorelai was up. She settled herself between his legs, leaned back against him and drank his coffee.
"Coffee Man, me love Coffee Man!" She kissed him.
"Good morning to you, too," Luke told her.
"Is Rory still here?"
"Rory's still asleep."
"Oh, good. She probably needs the rest."
"Probably. You want some breakfast?"
"Mmmm, yeah, breakfast! Will you make pancakes?"
"For you? Sure."
"And eggs and bacon and sausage and toast and pots and pots of coffee?"
"Yeah, I think I can handle that, but you'll have to get off of my lap first."
"Man, I have to do everything!" Lorelai huffed, getting to her feet. "Oh, hey, it's snowing!"
"Yeah, I noticed," Luke said on his way to the kitchen.
"Pretty, pretty, snow," Lorelai said, looking out the window.
Halfway through Lorelai's breakfast, Rory made an appearance.
"Good morning!" she chirped happily.
"Good morning, babe. You look happy and well-rested." Lorelai smiled at her.
"You want breakfast?" Luke asked.
"Yeah, everything Mom has looks great, thanks." Rory poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
"One Gilmore breakfast special coming up," Luke pulled the necessary ingredients out of the fridge.
"You'll never guess what I found last night," Rory pulled the picture out of the pocket in her robe and showed it to Lorelai.
"Oh my God! I have never even seen this picture before! Where have you been hiding it?"
"Well, it was taken at the dance, obviously," Rory said. "And I slipped it into my book, so it wouldn't wrinkle. And then I totally forgot about it myself, until I grabbed this book last night, and there it was!"
Lorelai took the picture from Rory. "Look at you two! You're babies! Luke, look at this!"
Luke looked over her shoulder while stirring a bowl of pancake batter. "Yeah, that is cute. When was this?"
"They were sixteen," Lorelai told him. "It was their first dance."
"Mom made that dress," Rory pointed out.
"Very nice!" Luke complimented her.
"It was the first picture ever taken of us together. Wasn't Dean a doll! It was supposed to be jacket and tie for the guys, but he was way too cool for a tie." Rory smiled at the memory.
"Wow, his rebel period," Luke poured three pancakes out onto the griddle. "What did that last, a week maybe?"
"Just because Dean wasn't a borderline juvenile delinquent doesn't mean he wasn't cool!" Rory defended her husband.
"Rory, chill. Luke was just teasing." Lorelai put a calming hand on her daughter's arm.
"Sorry, Luke," Rory sighed. "Guess I'm a little touchy today."
"No problem," Luke broke a few eggs and scrambled them. "I should have thought of that before I said anything."
Rory took the picture back from her mother. "I miss Dean."
"Honey, you've only been away from him one night," Lorelai said, chuckling.
"I know. It's stupid, but I can't help it."
"Why don't you call him?"
"No, I don't know how late he was up last night, and I don't want to wake him. I'll go home after I eat." She looked at the picture again. "You want a copy of this?"
"Are you kidding, of course I do!" Lorelai exclaimed. "I want a huge poster, and I want them to paint little stars in your eyes!"
"I think I'll get one made for Dean's parents too."
"Aw, they'll like that," Lorelai said, stealing a piece of bacon from Rory's plate as Luke put it down on the table.
"If you want more, I'll make you more!" Luke told her.
"Would you? And maybe some French toast too?" Lorelai batted her eyelashes.
"Mmm, French toast, that sounds good," Rory said, digging into her pancakes.
Luke sighed, "Okay, that's more bacon and two orders of French toast, anything else?"
"Not right now," Rory said.
"We'll let you know," Lorelai assured him.
"This is my day off, you know," Luke reminded them.
"Well if you want us to cook -" Lorelai began.
"No, no, we don't have enough insurance for that!" Luke interrupted her, going back to the stove.
At noon, Rory and Lorelai were still nibbling at their breakfasts, so Luke put some tea on and made himself a BLT for lunch. They were all three sitting at the table once more when Dean knocked at the back door and came in. "Hi," he greeted everyone, taking off his coat. "Rory, we have to talk."
"Okay, you want some-"
"Now," he interrupted his wife.
Luke and Lorelai shared a concerned look. Dean was never abrupt, and certainly not with Rory. He didn't sound angry though. If pressed, Luke thought, he'd have to describe the tone more as desperate.
"O-kay," Rory said, "talk."
"No, I mean, in private."
"My room?" She raised her eyebrows, enquiring if that was private enough.
Dean nodded, "Fine."
Rory left the table and went into her old room with him. He took her hand and pulled her farther away from the door, where he thought they wouldn't be heard. Then he got right to the heart of the matter. "Rory, were you really going to divorce me if I hadn't shown last night?"
"Dean, oh no, you listened to your voicemail?" She took his hands in her own.
"Yeah," he brushed away her effort at comfort. "So, were you?"
"No, Dean! Of course not! I was just mad, and I didn't know where you were. I thought you were breaking your promise."
Dean nodded, he still looked uneasy. "Right, but what if I was, would you have divorced me?"
"If you were what? Breaking your promise?"
"Yeah. Let's say I just bailed on the whole thing, would you have divorced me?"
"Why are you asking me this, Dean? I don't understand."
He took her by the shoulders. "Please, Rory, it's important, just answer the question."
Rory thought for a moment. "No, not really. I mean, we could've worked it out."
"Okay," Dean took a breath and visibly relaxed. "Okay, good." He ran a hand through his hair. "But I need to ask you do something for me then."
"Sure, Dean, anything."
He took her by the elbows and ducked his head a bit to look her right in the eye. "I need for you to not ever say that, unless you mean it. Okay? Don't just say you're going to divorce me whenever you get mad, because," Dean paused and swallowed, "because I can't handle that. Divorce is bad, Rory, it's really really bad! Awful! So you can't just throw this term around like it means nothing! It means something! And it's serious, and it's something I never ever ever want to do again, especially not from you! I love you, Rory! And I want to be with you forever. And I'll do whatever it takes to do that. But you can't just give up the first time you think I've let you down!"
"Dean -" Rory tried to interrupt.
"It's not fair, Rory, you didn't even give me a chance to explain! You didn't even trust me enough to find out what happened first! And I've never done anything to deserve that mistrust!"
"Dean!" she tried again.
"Things can't be like that between us! It has to be 'til death do us part! You have to be committed to this too, cause I can't do it all by myself!" Dean's voice broke, despite his determination to keep his emotions under control.
"DEAN! STOP! Listen! I am committed to this, to us! I promise I am! I was just angry and upset and I opened my mouth without even thinking about what the words would mean to you." She put her arms around him. "Baby, I am so, so sorry! I was wrong, I shouldn't have said those things. And I never will again, I swear, never! I do trust you, and I love you, and I want to be with you til the end, honestly." She kissed him, "Okay?"
He nodded, and smiled a little, "Okay." He put his arms around her. "Even if I never get along with your grandparents?"
"Even if you never see or speak or even hear of my grandparents again."
"Actually, that sounds pretty good to me." He grinned.
"It sounds good to me too. Dean, I am so ashamed of what they did to you."
He shrugged. "It's okay. You didn't know it was going to happen. It's not your fault."
"No, but you did, and I wouldn't listen, and that is my fault." She reached up and kissed his lips. "I will never let them treat you that way again."
"So, no more trying to make us all be one happy family?" Dean asked.
"Nope. I accept that Richard and Emily Gilmore are elitist snobs and cannot be trusted to act civilly even to guests in their own house."
He bit his bottom lip. "You know, I am sorry that I'm not better educated, and I don't have a more upper class sort of profession."
She hated that look of shame in his eyes. "Dean, no, don't be! I love you because you're you!"
"But I know there are tons of guys who could provide for you a lot better than I can, and I understand that that's what your grandparents want for you. But Rory, I swear to you, they could never love you as much as I do. And no matter what I have to do, you will never want for anything as long as you live, I mean that!"
"Dean, you give me everything that I could ever possibly want. No Ivy League billionaire could ever give me that because all I want is you! There is no one else for me, but you."
"I love you, Rory Forester."
She smiled at him. "I love you too." Now it was her turn to look him in the eye. "And I am so proud of you, Dean Forester, for standing up to my grandparents and their snooty, condescending, conceited, immoral, insufferable friends! For telling them exactly how disgraceful and indecent their behavior was! For showing them the real you - a man of courage, principles, strength and dignity! You put them all to shame!"
Dean drank in the praise, until there was nothing in his eyes pride and love. He leaned in and kissed her breathless.
Lorelai, who could hear everything quite plainly in the kitchen, turned to Luke, "See, not Liz and Dick."
Luke kissed her nose. "Not Liz and Dick," he agreed. "But possibly Lorelai and Luke."
"Then at least we know they'll have a happy ending," She grinned.
"Yeah, at least we know that," he also grinned, leaned in, and kissed her breathless.
The End
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