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elisgalpal) wrote2008-10-12 08:31 am
elisgalpal) wrote2008-10-12 08:31 am
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Here it is...
Here is the first part of that Rory/Lucas crossover I talked about in my last post. I was going to write something new cause I am in quite the mood today but I can't write something angry before I go to church ya know?
He was gone and not a soul in the entire town seemed able to function without him. Sure, he'd physically left Tree Hill years ago to coach at the small college not too far away only to return and find his health failing him, but now it was different. He wanted to leave this world living in the town he knew and loved...around the people he felt were his family, the kids he thought of as his own that meant the world to him. There was no other place he had ever known where he would rather spend the rest of his days...and the people he loved made those last few weeks his most content, or so he told them before he passed.
Coach Bryan “Whitey” Durham's death made headlines in newspapers up and down the east coast, mainly in the smaller towns but some larger newspapers ran the story of the beloved coach whose death literally shut down the entire community. Stores were closed the moment news of his death circulated around the small town of Tree Hill. A young reporter trying desperately to find her niche in the market happened upon a blurb in her local paper about the beloved Coach in Tree Hill, North Carolina that had passed away. She decided to research it a bit and realized it was a truly fascinating story, not only about his death but the story of his life from beginning to end. She decided this would be her moment...her chance to write a story that would mean something other than election articles readers forgot about every two to four years and grand openings for this store and that. Rory Gilmore was headed to small town North Carolina to write the story that would make her a household name...or at least lead her in the right direction as to what she wanted to do exactly with the rest of her life and if she was in fact meant to be a writer.
Rory was standing in front of the closet trying to figure out what exactly to pack. Normally she could pack casual clothes but this time she simply wasn't sure what she might need. She wanted to look professional so as to not seem like some college kid or worse yet, a slacker with no purpose or direction in life which no graduate of Yale wants to be known as.
“Go with the blue sweater and jeans. Always a staple to have wherever you're going.” Lorelai said from the doorway startling her daughter.
“Okay Mom, sneaky much? I thought you were working.”
“No. I decided to come home early, why? Where are you going by the way. I thought you didn't have anything else to do this month.”
“I didn't. Not technically anyway. I read a blurb in the Stars Hollow Gazette and realized there was a story that needed to be shared so I am leaving for Tree Hill, North Carolina as soon as I can get packed which is not an easy task considering I know nothing about the weather there this time of year and I don't want to look like some snooty northerner going to small town south exposing their grief for my own gain but I also do not want to seem like a slob that doesn't care about the story I am trying to tell not to mention the fact I cannot for the life of me figure out how casual or how dressy I want to seem while interviewing.” During her rambling, Rory chose a couple sweaters, placed them in her suitcase, and went back to staring at the closet. “Any ideas Mom? I could use the help.”
“Sure. Lets see.” Lorelai stood beside her daughter in front of the closet and together they found enough outfits to possibly last her a month away but they were satisfied that they'd chosen the right pieces of clothing and she would be able to mix and match outfits as well which was always a plus for Rory. “So why again are you going to North Carolina?”
“I told you. There's a story waiting for me. It is a story that needs to be written and it needs to be read and I am the one that is writing it so I know that is exactly what I want to do with my life.” Rory was frustrated with her mother for asking the same questions over and over about her career or lack there of and she simply wished her mother would leave her alone to let her find her way in peace.
“I thought you were the hard nosed in your face news reporter.”
“No. Maybe. I don't know Mom. There is of course a part of me that will always be interested in that aspect but I just don't feel it anymore the way I once had. Maybe it simply isn't as fulfilling as I thought it might be and I realize now it might not be the thing for me for the rest of my life. That is very bizarre for me to admit.” Rory was folding her clothes and packing them into her suitcase while doing her best to avoid eye contact with her mother. She knew the instant they locked eyes she would be emotional and it was not something she wanted to deal with today on her way out of town to write a story that has already made her emotional.
Lorelai knew her daughter so well that she knew exactly why Rory wasn't looking at her. Not wanting to bring tears to either of them, she walked to her daughter and simply placed her hand on Rory's shoulder. “These clothes are perfect and I am absolutely positive you will go down there and you will know in your heart exactly what you are meant to do. Rory Gilmore, you will be a writer and I don't think it really matters in the end what words you've written in whatever field, simply the fact that it is your passion and it will always be your passion is more than enough.” She hugged her daughter and added, “call me as soon as you get there okay?”
“I will. Don't worry, I'll be fine.”
“Not worrying.” She said while shaking her head no for emphasis.
“Okay Mom...whatever. I know, you never worry.”
She smiled. “Ehh, maybe a little worrying.” Lorelai left her daughter's room and shut the door behind her. She wasn't certain the reason they fell, but she wiped away the few tears that had stained her cheeks and decided to go to Luke's for some much needed coffee.
Tis all for now. *waves* Now I must get my son out of the shower so mine is not ice cold!
He was gone and not a soul in the entire town seemed able to function without him. Sure, he'd physically left Tree Hill years ago to coach at the small college not too far away only to return and find his health failing him, but now it was different. He wanted to leave this world living in the town he knew and loved...around the people he felt were his family, the kids he thought of as his own that meant the world to him. There was no other place he had ever known where he would rather spend the rest of his days...and the people he loved made those last few weeks his most content, or so he told them before he passed.
Coach Bryan “Whitey” Durham's death made headlines in newspapers up and down the east coast, mainly in the smaller towns but some larger newspapers ran the story of the beloved coach whose death literally shut down the entire community. Stores were closed the moment news of his death circulated around the small town of Tree Hill. A young reporter trying desperately to find her niche in the market happened upon a blurb in her local paper about the beloved Coach in Tree Hill, North Carolina that had passed away. She decided to research it a bit and realized it was a truly fascinating story, not only about his death but the story of his life from beginning to end. She decided this would be her moment...her chance to write a story that would mean something other than election articles readers forgot about every two to four years and grand openings for this store and that. Rory Gilmore was headed to small town North Carolina to write the story that would make her a household name...or at least lead her in the right direction as to what she wanted to do exactly with the rest of her life and if she was in fact meant to be a writer.
Rory was standing in front of the closet trying to figure out what exactly to pack. Normally she could pack casual clothes but this time she simply wasn't sure what she might need. She wanted to look professional so as to not seem like some college kid or worse yet, a slacker with no purpose or direction in life which no graduate of Yale wants to be known as.
“Go with the blue sweater and jeans. Always a staple to have wherever you're going.” Lorelai said from the doorway startling her daughter.
“Okay Mom, sneaky much? I thought you were working.”
“No. I decided to come home early, why? Where are you going by the way. I thought you didn't have anything else to do this month.”
“I didn't. Not technically anyway. I read a blurb in the Stars Hollow Gazette and realized there was a story that needed to be shared so I am leaving for Tree Hill, North Carolina as soon as I can get packed which is not an easy task considering I know nothing about the weather there this time of year and I don't want to look like some snooty northerner going to small town south exposing their grief for my own gain but I also do not want to seem like a slob that doesn't care about the story I am trying to tell not to mention the fact I cannot for the life of me figure out how casual or how dressy I want to seem while interviewing.” During her rambling, Rory chose a couple sweaters, placed them in her suitcase, and went back to staring at the closet. “Any ideas Mom? I could use the help.”
“Sure. Lets see.” Lorelai stood beside her daughter in front of the closet and together they found enough outfits to possibly last her a month away but they were satisfied that they'd chosen the right pieces of clothing and she would be able to mix and match outfits as well which was always a plus for Rory. “So why again are you going to North Carolina?”
“I told you. There's a story waiting for me. It is a story that needs to be written and it needs to be read and I am the one that is writing it so I know that is exactly what I want to do with my life.” Rory was frustrated with her mother for asking the same questions over and over about her career or lack there of and she simply wished her mother would leave her alone to let her find her way in peace.
“I thought you were the hard nosed in your face news reporter.”
“No. Maybe. I don't know Mom. There is of course a part of me that will always be interested in that aspect but I just don't feel it anymore the way I once had. Maybe it simply isn't as fulfilling as I thought it might be and I realize now it might not be the thing for me for the rest of my life. That is very bizarre for me to admit.” Rory was folding her clothes and packing them into her suitcase while doing her best to avoid eye contact with her mother. She knew the instant they locked eyes she would be emotional and it was not something she wanted to deal with today on her way out of town to write a story that has already made her emotional.
Lorelai knew her daughter so well that she knew exactly why Rory wasn't looking at her. Not wanting to bring tears to either of them, she walked to her daughter and simply placed her hand on Rory's shoulder. “These clothes are perfect and I am absolutely positive you will go down there and you will know in your heart exactly what you are meant to do. Rory Gilmore, you will be a writer and I don't think it really matters in the end what words you've written in whatever field, simply the fact that it is your passion and it will always be your passion is more than enough.” She hugged her daughter and added, “call me as soon as you get there okay?”
“I will. Don't worry, I'll be fine.”
“Not worrying.” She said while shaking her head no for emphasis.
“Okay Mom...whatever. I know, you never worry.”
She smiled. “Ehh, maybe a little worrying.” Lorelai left her daughter's room and shut the door behind her. She wasn't certain the reason they fell, but she wiped away the few tears that had stained her cheeks and decided to go to Luke's for some much needed coffee.
Tis all for now. *waves* Now I must get my son out of the shower so mine is not ice cold!