dollsome: (gg;; jess + rory)
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Title: ask me, i won’t say no (how could i?)
Pairing: Rory/Jess
Word Count: 1,387
Rating: G
Spoilers: Set around a year post-series, with references to season two and "The Real Paul Anka"
Summary: Sixteen, she reminds herself, was a long time ago.
Author's Note: So, I have no damn idea where this came from. I have never written Rory/Jess before, I've never really tried to write Rory/Jess (or, well, I did once, but it got abandoned really swiftly), and I don't really spend a huge time thinking about them! But this idea has actually been playing around in my head for awhile, and I randomly decided earlier that I was going to write it instead of having it float around in the recesses of my head for all eternity!

All of this, I think, springs from my eternal loathing of that damn scene where Logan gives Rory the freaking Birkin bag, because it kind of made me believe that he had never actually met Rory Gilmore before. (Not that season six Rory Gilmore all that frequently resembles the awesome Rory Gilmore of years past, but still.) Huntzberger, this is for you, you bastard.


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A couple of weeks before Mom and Luke’s wedding, Jess shows up. Rory almost has a heart attack the first time she sees him, sprawled casually on a bench with a copy of something folded in one hand. It’s like when she tries to shuffle cards: the past six years turn into aces and jacks and queens of hearts – all over, kaplooey, away from her – and all of a sudden she’s still dressing in blue plaid five days of the week and pretending not to like-like him. He looks up and she turns around and stumbles the other way. She’s not sure, but she thinks that might be the protocol when you kiss your ex-boyfriend while you’re still with your current boyfriend who has since become your ex-boyfriend, leaving ex-boyfriend-the-first to become – a friend, a nothing, a guy on a bench. Her heart pounds so hard she thinks she might faint, which is inconvenient, because there’s no one in the immediate vicinity to catch her besides Kirk.

When she asks later, Luke tells her that Jess hadn’t give much of an explanation – just said he’d missed good ol’ Stars Hollow, wanted to get a jumpstart on his best man duties. “Completely sincere, as usual,” Luke finishes. He sighs, but there’s affection behind it.

“Huh,” Rory replies, striving for casual and landing somewhere around spazzy.

That night, she sneaks into Doose’s for five packs of Twizzlers and two bottles of chocolate sauce. (Mom’s determined to master the art of candy spaghetti, but needs help operating under the radar. Luke swears he’s not getting married just to have his wife go into a diabetic coma two days later.) She’s coming out, bag in hand and feeling a little like Sydney Bristow, when he appears out of nowhere and falls into step next to her.

“Sorry I kissed you,” he says, hands-in-pockets.

“Sorry I let you,” she answers.

The corner of his mouth tugs up.

“Don’t tell Luke,” she adds with a glance in the direction of the diner. “About the Twizzlers and the chocolate sauce, I mean. Not about the – um, kissing, or anything.”

“My lips are sealed,” he promises, and slips away just as smoothly as he’d shown up. For a second she’s tempted to throw out a ‘Good night, Dodger’ – for nostalgia’s sake, or something – but she bites her lip at the last second. Sixteen, she reminds herself, was a long time ago.

“’Night, Dodger,” he calls then. She smiles.

From there on out it’s mostly like starting over, or maybe just picking up where they left off.

“Logan got me a Birkin bag once,” she volunteers one night, after Jess tells her about one of his buddies who blew three months’ pay on a necklace for his girlfriend and then got dumped two weeks later.

The diner’s closed, dark except for the moon and the streetlights, and they’re opposite each other – him behind the counter, her on one of the stools, both leaning in a little more than they need to. A mutual consensus on the necessity of ice cream has resulted in a carton of Neapolitan open between them – no cones, but they’re making do. A generous-bordering-on-grotesque helping of maraschino cherries has helped to ease the pain.

The Smiths are on the stereo, turned up just loud enough to catch the drumbeat and the occasional fragment of Morrissey. Jess is pounding his free hand lightly against the countertop, mimicking the beat. “A what?”

“It’s this big deal designer purse,” she explains through her mouthful of ice cream. “Like, a really big deal. For a little while I got worried my grandmother was going to murder me in my sleep so she could steal it.”

“Well, it is a Birkin bag.” Sarcasm still looks good on him. Noticing is an accident.

“It was a very nice gesture,” she says defensively, because she was with Logan for a long time and she’s just falling out of the habit of missing him, and besides, it was.

Jess just looks at her, all expectant – it’s like he’s laughing even though his mouth’s an unflinching straight line. He hasn’t lost the ability to make her feel like all her secrets are pointless; like they’d be much better if he could keep them with her. She doesn’t hate that, exactly.

“I wanted to put my computer cords in it,” she finally confesses, and pushes a cherry back and forth with her spoon. “Logan had to explain to me that it cost like ten thousand dollars.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “You’re joking.”

“Nope,” she says gravely. “Well, he didn’t say that, of course, but I looked it up online. And then almost threw up.” It’s the first time she’s said this out loud, and for some reason, she doesn’t feel like an idiot for confessing she used to be afraid of a purse. It’s liberating, kinda. (Or maybe that’s just the maraschino cherries talking.)

“Rory, Rory, Rory.” He shakes his head in pretend disgrace. “When are you gonna learn to appreciate the finer things in life?”

“Finer than this?” she challenges, swooping her spoon grandly through the air. A fleck of melted strawberry lands on the counter.

“Good point,” he acquiesces with a bow of his head. They clink their spoons together, in unintentional perfect time to This Charming Man. She starts to hum along, bopping her head as the song goes on; he calls her a dork but doesn’t bother to hide his smile. She wonders if it’s possible to be drunk on ice cream and this whatever-it-is with him, a feeling she’d forgotten about losing.

She comes home a few days later to find a black canvas bag mysteriously waiting for her on her bed, one of those ones they sell for ninety-nine cents at Doose’s when you’re feeling too environmentally sound for plastic. There’s a note resting on top.

I don’t think you’ll have to worry about your grandma murdering you in your sleep. –J

She reaches inside and feels pages and spines. A familiar little girl giddiness surges through her. She pulls out a copy of The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway – secondhand, with yellowed pages and that rich old book smell that she’ll always think would be the best perfume ever, no matter how many times Mom makes fun of her for it. The cover’s practically falling off. She runs her fingertip gently against the tired binding. When she flips through it, pages fluttering like impatient wings, it’s to find his scrawl squeezed into the margins.

Beaming, she pulls the rest of the books out one by one. It’s a completely random selection, all in similar states of disrepair – dog-eared and Jess-annotated and wonderful.

She reaches for the Hemingway again, remembering bridges and sun. On the title page, Hemingway’s name is circled. One more chance? is scribbled underneath it. She bites her lip, traces the question mark with her finger.

The next morning, Mom goes up to bug Luke at the counter – “Must flirt for food!” – and Jess takes the empty chair, pushing a cup of coffee across the table her way.

“I like Hemingway,” Rory says, curling her fingers around the mug.

“You like Hemingway,” Jess repeats.

“I do,” she says, and takes a breath. “It was just something I needed to grow into is all, I think. But – I have, and I’m grown, and I don’t look at things the way I did back then, and Hemingway . . . he’s not a bad guy.”

He just looks at her. “Really.”

“Not that I agree with all of his life choices,” she adds hastily. “I’m not going to go get myself a double-barreled shotgun or anything.”

“But you like him,” Jess tests.

“But I like him,” Rory verifies.

He’s quiet for a second. There’s the clatter of dishes and the chipper neighboring conversation: Lulu giggles delightedly the next table over as Kirk reenacts last night’s Meerkat Manor. Rory waits.

“Okay,” Jess says at last. He settles back into his chair. Relief floods through her, so warm and heady she thinks she might melt. Still, she tries to stay corporeal, for her coffee’s sake.

She takes a sip, then leans forward, elbows on the table. The corners of her mouth curve up, a little. “I got a new bag for my computer cords.”

“You don’t say,” he answers, and smiles.



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Date: 2008-02-08 08:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] littledivinity.livejournal.com
“’Night, Dodger,” he calls then. She smiles.

*weird emotional collapse*


She comes home a few days later to find a black canvas bag mysteriously waiting for her on her bed, one of those ones they sell for ninety-nine cents at Doose’s when you’re feeling too environmentally sound for plastic. There’s a note resting on top.


yeah, yeah. No really. EMOTIONAL COLLAPSING.

*FLAILS ALL OVER YOU*

Oh man, I'm like brain-broken. And can't even construct proper feedback. BUT OH, THE HAPPY SQUEEFULNESS OF THIS IS OVERWHELMING.

And it completely happens this way. It does. Not at all dramatic and grotesque with fireworks and loud All-American Music or anything. Just a much more adult Rory and a grown up Jess being something of what they once were, and a hell of a lot more now that they're done with their adolescent emo angst.

Hellz yeah, my dear.

Date: 2008-02-08 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Awww, thank you, honey! :D It sort of made me stupidly happy to write this (even including my quest to attempt to actually . . . write well), so I am glad that it provoked some emotional collapsing! A job well done, I say. ;-)

Possibly this new potential lack of writer's block will result in, I dunno, ROMCOM. PleaseohpleasemightyRomComgods.

Date: 2008-02-08 09:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amarettolime25.livejournal.com
How much do I love that all these random fic urgings you've been having lately have been about my favorite OTPs? A LOT.

And yes. This is how it happens. This is them, completely. Mmm. Rory/Jess. Damn you Milo for wanting to leave the show.

Date: 2008-02-08 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you! :D

And no power in the 'verse can convince me that Rory and Jess weren't supposed to end up together. And therefore I can happily imagine them living happily ever after post-show with utter conviction! Who needs Milo? (Although, okay, it would have been nice.)

Date: 2008-02-08 01:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] free-reverie.livejournal.com
OH OH OH.

...

Oh.

*Melts*

Date: 2008-02-08 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
:D :D :D Thankssss!

Date: 2008-02-08 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-bennie.livejournal.com
The diner’s closed, dark except for the moon and the streetlights, and they’re opposite each other – him behind the counter, her on one of the stools, both leaning in a little more than they need to.

Oh man, that's the #1 thing that got me in The Real Paul Anka, the LEANING. Stupid Logan. Aw, this was so sweet - Rory and Jess do end up together after the show, it's just a truth fact. Excellent. Oh, RORY/JESS.

Date: 2008-02-08 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Yes, yes!! I rewatched that scene from The Real Paul Anka last night for inspiration purposes, and the way they're just all naturally drawn to each other and leaning in without noticing and the smiling and him touching her knee all cute and WHY, WHY ARE THEY SO WONDERFUL.

And, erm, all of this is my special way of saying THANK YOU, friend. :D

Date: 2008-02-08 04:21 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-02-08 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Thank you! :)

Date: 2008-02-08 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moireach.livejournal.com
a;oisdjf;aoijdf UM HI RORY/JESS EMOTIONS. Oh god I love them so much and I've been CRAVING a post-series fic for them and this is so perfect in every way. THE BOOKS. THE BAG. HEMINGWAY. NIGHT DODGER. All the things Jess doesn't say and the way he looks at her. Um!!! And augh augh the end. M-more please?!

Also hahaha, best single sentence summing up of Luke Danes ever? He sighs, but there’s affection behind it.

Date: 2008-02-08 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Awwwwww, thank you muchly, ma'am! :D I'm so glad you liked it in a way that inspired caps!

And, hee, I love writing Luke. He's so grumpy.

Date: 2008-02-08 04:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] swmbo.livejournal.com
Oh wow, this is just - this made my heart completely and utterly full. It was perfect and I am beaming with joy now.

Thank you!

Date: 2008-02-08 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Awww, you're welcome! And thank you -- I'm so glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-02-08 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you so much! :)

specifically around the time of Luke and Lorelai's wedding where Jess and Rory return to take their parts in tne wedding as best man and maid of honor

I so absolutely embrace this whole scenario as unseen canon. Because by God, how else could it go? And I'm very tempted to play around with that scenario again in the future, I think, so more fic is by no means out of the question!

Thanks again. :D

Date: 2008-02-08 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] park-hye-in.livejournal.com
YAY. god, this totally hit the spot. i've always been vaguely ashamed of how much i loved rory/jess, but i see i'm in good company. *g*

Date: 2008-02-08 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Oh, there can be no shame in Rory/Jess love! ;-) Thanksss, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Date: 2008-02-08 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cryssa.livejournal.com
*spazzes and dies inside*

Rory/Jess is God's guilty pleasure, I'm sure of it. They are perfect in every way imaginable. I'm surprised you have never written them before! You did such a wonderful job keeping them in character. It was subtle and witty and so them all at once.

The Logan aspect made it that much better. :) Mocking Logan always feels so sweet, doesn't it? I will never not have the urge to cackle when I think of their break up. HATE YOU, HUNTZBERGER.

Date: 2008-02-10 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aww, thank you, buddy! :D I think I may have to write them again sometime, now that I've triumphed over the all-consuming fear, and all. Who am I to deny God's guilty pleasure ship? For realz!

And Logan mocking is just . . . a sacred art. True facts.

Date: 2008-02-08 11:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faceted-mind.livejournal.com
This is lovely, and so nicely paced. The dialogue is very believable also

One thing I did think - and maybe because I've seen this line in my own head already... Surely Jess would say... "Goodnight Nancy"?

Date: 2008-02-10 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you very much! :)

Surely Jess would say... "Goodnight Nancy"?

Hee, I didn't even think of that -- very possibly because I have never read any Dickens and have no familiarity with him whatsoever, and had to go do a Wikipedia search to even find out who Nancy was. ;-) But, yeah, valid point!

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Date: 2008-02-09 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deeders1000.livejournal.com
ACK!
that was sooooo good :)

Date: 2008-02-10 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Thank you very much! :)

Date: 2008-02-11 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glass-rain.livejournal.com
I think I might love you forever. I'm sorry if that makes things weird. ;)

Date: 2008-02-11 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Y'know, I'm entirely okay with your weird love. :D In fact, I celebrate it.
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Date: 2008-02-17 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you muchly! :)

Date: 2008-02-23 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] candylea.livejournal.com
I don't think this could be any more perfect. The pace, the subtleness, the dialogue.
It's gorgeous. Every part.

I would never have believed that it was your first R/J fic. You really need to write more.

Date: 2008-02-23 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aww, thank you so much! I had a really good time writing this, and I'm so glad it all worked the way I hoped it would.

I think I just might have to write more of these guys someday. I love them so!

Date: 2008-03-08 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrsmosley.livejournal.com
I've never read your work before (I was sent over here by [livejournal.com profile] clanne) but I knew as soon as I read the phrase 'shuffle cards' that this was going to be a good story. It says just enough without saying too much, a fine line to walk. Lovely.
Edited Date: 2008-03-08 08:16 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-03-08 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you very much! :)

Date: 2008-03-18 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aphroditeswar.livejournal.com
Awwww, that was so completely awesome and perfect! I loved it.

Date: 2008-03-18 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Thank you! :)

Date: 2008-07-02 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fronatron.livejournal.com
Gahhhhhhh

That was wonderful. You captured them perfectly and the writing style itself was just so fitting with the show, and the Hemingway mentioning was fantastic.

Date: 2008-07-02 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you so much! :D

Date: 2008-08-15 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roofing.livejournal.com
Oh, this was amazing! I loved the line about how she felt like she was back to dressing in blue plaid. :D And Kirk re-enacting Meerkat Manor! Loved it.
This is what happenes! I am positive now, haha.

Date: 2008-08-15 07:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! :D I had a blast writing these two crazy kids. And no power on this earth can make me believe that they didn't work things out post-series! No power on this earth.

Date: 2009-09-04 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lalumena.livejournal.com
Oh, YOU. This was so amazingly delightful!

It’s like when she tries to shuffle cards: the past six years turn into aces and jacks and queens of hearts – all over, kaplooey, away from her – and all of a sudden she’s still dressing in blue plaid five days of the week and pretending not to like-like him.
I love the card metaphor - I think it really works - and the rest of the sentence made me smile. Like a lot of the fic.

And the annotated books in the cheap bag? Oh, I swooned. Oh, Rory/Jess. ♥

(And Lorelai being determined to perfect candy spaghetti? Heeeee.) Oh Gilmore Girls, how so grand? Especially the early years.

Date: 2009-09-04 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you so much! :D I am really fond of this story, mostly just 'cause JESS AND RORY. Literary love has never been so pure!

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Date: 2009-09-05 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] secondmezzanine.livejournal.com
Oh, I just loved this. I haven't read any GG fic in a long time, and some really sweet and adorable Rory/Jess did just the trick.

Love the candy spaghetti parts. :)

And the Dodger references, and Jess giving her annotated books, and the last few lines.

Just lovely.

Date: 2009-09-05 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you very much! :D
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Date: 2010-02-28 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you so much! :D My roomie and I are doing a grand Gilmore Girls watch right now and we just finished season two, so I'm feeling extra-Rory/Jess sentimental at the moment. THEM! AND BOOKS! AND STUFF!

Date: 2011-05-27 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brokenbell.livejournal.com
I stumbled upon this randomly, and it was such a treat! I haven't read Gilmore Girls in forever, but Jess/Rory will always be my OTP. And THANK YOU - this redeems the awful Birkin bag scene for me.

Date: 2011-05-30 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! :D

Date: 2011-08-27 05:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahigheroctave.livejournal.com
This is so perfect! A Birkin for computer cords! No cones, but cherries! Kirk reenactign Meerkat Manor (which is something I would pay to see and therefore am very disappointed never happened on the show itself)! Candy spaghetti!

Can I please marry you fanfic? It is just so deliciously good.

Date: 2011-08-27 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dollsome.livejournal.com
You may absolutely marry it, I give you my blessing. :D Thank youuuu!

Date: 2011-12-14 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teh-bug.livejournal.com
So apparently, I've never commented on this... I'm not sure why, because OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!

This is totally how Rory and Jess got back together and how the series ended and lalalalalalala! Not listening to reality!

Jess! Jess with books! Jess smiling! Eeeeeee!

I seriously want to snuggle this fic and have it read me back bedtime stories...
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