FAR AWAY FOR FAR TOO LONG - Chapter Two
Title: Far Away For Far Too Long
Rating: M (in subsequent chapters)
Pairing: Literati with bits of JavaJunkie
Summary: 11 months after “The Real Paul Anka”: Sometimes you are just too stupid to see what lies directly in front of your eyes. And sometimes epiphany comes too late.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
HOMECOMING
“Offspring! Wow, only two hours since you left Stars Hollow - your beloved hometown - and you are already homesick? That’s a new record!” Lorelai said cheerily.
“Or are you calling for the simple reason that you left your Danish on the kitchen table?! In this case I have to fail you because I have already taken care of it. I mean it wasn’t just a Danish, it was a cherry Danish and the last one at that. So it is only natural that I have eaten it or rather shared it - with Paul Anka. I owed this to him since he must be starving because you have the big bag and…”
Lorelai was cut off by a strange gagging sound in the background that was obviously Paul Anka throwing up.
“Oh, …by the way…we need a new carpet.” she concluded.
When her daughter kept quiet she started to get worried.
“Rory are you there?! Is something wrong? Why don’t you say anything?”
“Mom?” Rory sobbed.
“What happened, honey?” Lorelai asked growing more worried every second.
“I…and…he…and...then…” she brought out between sobs.
“Whoa! Slow down. Mommy’s not with you at the moment.”
“It’s Logan.” Rory answered trying to pull herself together.
“What about him?”
“It’s over.”
“What? Why?”
“I …he…” She didn’t really know how to put it. “I caught him red-handed!”
“What? This little schmuck. I’m going to kill him.”
“Forget it! He is so much stronger than you.” Rory added with mock seriousness.
“Right. In that case I’m going to send Luke.”
“But what are you going to do with the body?”
“You have a point there.” Lorelai seemed to ponder over the situation for a moment. “Then let me at least rename my voodoo doll and stick needles in his crotch.”
“Ouch!” Rory replied her tears almost forgotten. “Wait!…What’s its name right now?”
“Emily.”
“You are an evil woman.”
“I try my best.”
Lorelai was content that she seemed to distract Rory successfully.
“Where are you right now?” she asked.
“In my car not far from the apartment.”
“Why don’t you come home for now? I get everything edible that I can find and unplug the telephone.”
“That sounds great. See you soon.”
“Drive safely.”
Rory turned her car and moved off towards Stars Hollow. When the place-name sign came in view half an hour later, even a small smile played on her lips.
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When she arrived in her mother’s driveway, Rory jumped out of her car and slammed the door behind herself. She could turn around just in time before her mother who came dashing toward her, fell into her arms.
At the sight of this embrace one would have been able to assume that they hadn’t seen each other for ages. Actually they had said good bye only a few hours ago.
After a couple of seconds the two separated from each other and Lorelai took her daughter’s face into both hands. She tenderly stroked a strand out of Rory eyes and looked at her inquiringly.
“Are you okay?” she asked anxiously.
Rory nodded. “Much better than I was half an hour ago.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I’d rather forget all of this as fast as possible.”
“In that case I know exactly the right thing.”
Followed by a tail-wagging Paul Anka who obviously had overcome his upset stomach by now, they went arm in arm into the house, closing the door behind them. The rest of the night only belonged to Rory, Lorelai, Pippi Longstocking and Sponge Bob.
Rating: M (in subsequent chapters)
Pairing: Literati with bits of JavaJunkie
Summary: 11 months after “The Real Paul Anka”: Sometimes you are just too stupid to see what lies directly in front of your eyes. And sometimes epiphany comes too late.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
HOMECOMING
“Offspring! Wow, only two hours since you left Stars Hollow - your beloved hometown - and you are already homesick? That’s a new record!” Lorelai said cheerily.
“Or are you calling for the simple reason that you left your Danish on the kitchen table?! In this case I have to fail you because I have already taken care of it. I mean it wasn’t just a Danish, it was a cherry Danish and the last one at that. So it is only natural that I have eaten it or rather shared it - with Paul Anka. I owed this to him since he must be starving because you have the big bag and…”
Lorelai was cut off by a strange gagging sound in the background that was obviously Paul Anka throwing up.
“Oh, …by the way…we need a new carpet.” she concluded.
When her daughter kept quiet she started to get worried.
“Rory are you there?! Is something wrong? Why don’t you say anything?”
“Mom?” Rory sobbed.
“What happened, honey?” Lorelai asked growing more worried every second.
“I…and…he…and...then…” she brought out between sobs.
“Whoa! Slow down. Mommy’s not with you at the moment.”
“It’s Logan.” Rory answered trying to pull herself together.
“What about him?”
“It’s over.”
“What? Why?”
“I …he…” She didn’t really know how to put it. “I caught him red-handed!”
“What? This little schmuck. I’m going to kill him.”
“Forget it! He is so much stronger than you.” Rory added with mock seriousness.
“Right. In that case I’m going to send Luke.”
“But what are you going to do with the body?”
“You have a point there.” Lorelai seemed to ponder over the situation for a moment. “Then let me at least rename my voodoo doll and stick needles in his crotch.”
“Ouch!” Rory replied her tears almost forgotten. “Wait!…What’s its name right now?”
“Emily.”
“You are an evil woman.”
“I try my best.”
Lorelai was content that she seemed to distract Rory successfully.
“Where are you right now?” she asked.
“In my car not far from the apartment.”
“Why don’t you come home for now? I get everything edible that I can find and unplug the telephone.”
“That sounds great. See you soon.”
“Drive safely.”
Rory turned her car and moved off towards Stars Hollow. When the place-name sign came in view half an hour later, even a small smile played on her lips.
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
When she arrived in her mother’s driveway, Rory jumped out of her car and slammed the door behind herself. She could turn around just in time before her mother who came dashing toward her, fell into her arms.
At the sight of this embrace one would have been able to assume that they hadn’t seen each other for ages. Actually they had said good bye only a few hours ago.
After a couple of seconds the two separated from each other and Lorelai took her daughter’s face into both hands. She tenderly stroked a strand out of Rory eyes and looked at her inquiringly.
“Are you okay?” she asked anxiously.
Rory nodded. “Much better than I was half an hour ago.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I’d rather forget all of this as fast as possible.”
“In that case I know exactly the right thing.”
Followed by a tail-wagging Paul Anka who obviously had overcome his upset stomach by now, they went arm in arm into the house, closing the door behind them. The rest of the night only belonged to Rory, Lorelai, Pippi Longstocking and Sponge Bob.