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11 January 2006 @ 05:47 pm
 
Title: Wake Me Up When We Meet
Author: Banglai
Rating: PG
Pairing: Trory
Genre: General
Spoilers: My Story takes place after the Season 5 finale "A House Is Not a Home"
Disclaimer: Despite my dreams I do not own Gilmore Girls, the belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino and WB.
Summary: Rory's life is completely upside down, not even Logan can comfort her. Rory needs help but her mysterious dreams are causing her confusion. And what about the mysterious man that keeps lurking about.


Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1


Chapter 2: Who am I?


Rory bolted awake when she felt the cold pressure on her waist. She turned around to see Logan sitting in her bed staring at her with puzzlement.

“Rory what’s wrong,” Logan asked with concern. When Rory didn’t reply he continued “Did I do something wrong?” Rory’s blank stare continued. “Did you have a nightmare?” That question did the trick; Rory snapped out of her trance.

Rory wondered. Did I have a nightmare? It was partly comforting and partly terrifying, but why am I still scared. He is cold. Logan is cold. Why is he cold, it is June? How can someone be so cold in June, when it is summer, when it is warm? Rory gently rubbed her arms and discovered that she herself was freezing cold, which scared her more. Why? Where was her warmth?

“I don’t know. I feel weird,” she answered honestly. “Logan what are you doing here?”

“Well I heard from the Hartford Rumor Mill that you moved in with your Grandparents. I came here to see if there were any truths behind the gossip. When I came here, the maid answered and said ‘Miss Gilmore is in the pool house.’ So I came over here to the pool house, to find you peacefully sleeping. I thought I could slide on to the bed, lie beside you and hold you, but then you jerked forward from a nightmare.”

Rory slowly digested his words as her confusion furthered even farther. Why wouldn’t she warm up? Why couldn’t she find a little a bit of warmth? Why was Logan cold, not warm? Why didn’t Logan’s words comfort her?

“I don’t think it was a nightmare. Logan I don’t think you should be here.”

“Rory, why shouldn’t I be here?”

“Logan I am confused. I don’t know what I am doing anymore. I don’t know what I want to be? I don’t know who I am. I stole a boat with you, is that who I am. I don’t know who I am at all. I don’t know anything about myself. I tried reading but nothing comforts me. I haven’t talked to my friends, Paris or Lane. I can’t stop thinking about how I abandoned my mother, my best friend. Why? Who am I? I can’t be around anyone, not even you. I need to sort out my life, Logan.”

“Come on, Rory. It’s me Logan, your boyfriend.”

“Logan I need the time to myself, please leave me.”

“Fine, I will let you sort things out, but when you are ready, I will be the first you call right?”

“I don’t know Logan, I don’t know.”

Logan quietly exited through the door without turning back. Rory pulled her sheets around herself and snuggled into the pillow to gain warmth. And to find the warmth she had in her dream, but instead words from the past haunted her.

I was suffocating, I was cold.

You wanted to control me

You were still a child

I stopped being a child the minute the strip turned pink, ok? I had to figure out how to live.

I thought to myself, what if this was my daughter and she was cold and scared and needed a place to live? What would I want for her? And I thought, I’d want her to find somebody to take her in make her safe help her find her way

That’s funny. I would’ve wanted her to find someone who would send her home.

Yes…and he has things in his life that are hard. His parents, not so great. We have that in common.

Ever since she got involved with these people, things have been bad. She’s up and she’s down and she should be stronger than this, I know, but she’s young and she’s Rory and she’s come so far, she’s worked so hard. I just don’t want her to lose this.


Everyone Rory has ever known has been trying to escape Hartford, yet she seeks out safety in the center of society. Society and Hartford have always been suffocating and cold. She went to the cold; the barriers her mother and countless Chilton friends tried to escape. She felt herself being drawn in—into the center of the iciness.

The mist became a little bit thicker and heavier, and drops of salty tears trickled down her crimson cheeks. Her body felt shivers as she gave into the cold. She waited for the warmth and love-she waited for the warmth—she waited.


R&R Please
 
 
 
Majmaj_clementine on January 12th, 2006 02:00 pm (UTC)
I can´t stop reading!!!
coffeegirl18coffeegirl18 on January 14th, 2006 06:04 am (UTC)
Me neither...and it's 1AM.