A Suit and Tie Type Thing, GG, PG, Chapter 7
Title: A Suit and Tie Type Thing, Chapter 7
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: Namárië means Farewell in Tolkien's Elvish language.
Summary: Aftermath is a bitch.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Soon they had reached Stars Hollow. Dean turned off the main road and within minutes he was pulling into his driveway. He let himself into the house and went directly upstairs. He looked at himself in Rory's full length mirror for a long time. And he hated what he saw. He hated his haircut, hated his coat, hated his stupid, brand new, fitted, altered, way-too-expensive suit and detested his shoes. Why had he done this? Why had he agreed to go to the Gilmores'? Why had he tried to look like he belonged there? Why did it hurt so damn much to be called uneducated? Especially by Richard Gilmore, whose opinion had less than no value to him? Why couldn't he have spun out on the ice and spent the night in the hospital in a body cast? It would have been at least twelve times more enjoyable. Twenty times. Two thousand times!
He shed his clothes and left them in a heap along with his damp coat, not caring if they wrinkled or stained or spontaneously combusted, and took a quick shower. Then he went downstairs, made himself a couple of turkey sandwiches, threw some fries and pizza which had just about overstayed their welcome outside for strays, built a fire in the fireplace, put the special extended edition Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship Of The Ring DVD in the player, snuggled down into the couch, hit play, took a bite of a sandwich and unscrewed the cap on a fifth of bourbon.
By that time the pizza had arrived at the Gilmore-Danes house and Luke, Lorelai and Rory were sitting around the kitchen table talking and eating.
"I don't know if I can go to Grandma and Grandpa's ever again," Rory put down her pizza and sighed.
"Rory, don't say that. You and Grandpa made up before, you'll do it again." Lorelai reached over and patted her hand.
"Yeah, but should I? Isn't that disloyal to Dean? I mean, both times he has been perfectly nice and polite and only went there because I asked him to, and both times they just attacked him!"
"I don't know that you could say he was exactly polite," Lorelai said.
"What do you mean?" Luke asked her.
"Well he did tell Natalie Prescott that she nauseated him." she answered.
"Yeah, but they provoked him!" Luke told her.
"Who, Emily and Richard?" Lorelai asked.
"Yes Emily and Richard! Didn't you hear all that 'Natalie, tell him all the trouble you've had' and 'Dean, what do you think of her situation?', they were baiting him!" Luke explained somewhat angrily.
"Luke's right! They did this on purpose! They set him up! Oh my God, they set him up! Why would they do that?!" Tears began to cloud Rory's eyes. "Poor Dean! And he tried so hard! I mean the haircut and the new clothes, and my new clothes! He wanted so much for them to not have anything to criticize and it wasn't his fault he was late!"
"It was a nice suit," Luke commented, taking another slice of pizza.
"I liked the haircut on him," Lorelai agreed.
"Me too. And - Oh My God!" Rory stood up and froze, eyes wide and hand over her mouth.
"What, sweets?" Lorelai stood and put her arms around her.
"The voicemail! That awful voicemail message I left him! What if he listens to it?"
"I doubt he's gonna be checking his voicemail," Luke said. "He looked pretty tired."
"And he said his phone was dead, so he has to charge it before he can check his messages anyway. So, when you go home, erase the messages, or hide his phone until you can, easy!" Lorelai gave her daughter a squeeze. "Who needs a refill?"
"Me," Rory handed Lorelai her cup.
Luke asked for another beer. "Rory, you know, it's more my fault than yours."
"Oh no, Luke, you would never have brought it up if I hadn't asked you to," Rory assured him. "I wonder though why Grandma and Grandpa are so much harder on Dean than on you?"
"Well they're not exactly easy on me. It's just that they've decided by now it's easiest to just ignore me," Luke said.
"I think Dean would take being ignored over what happened tonight," Rory said.
"Oh, babe, there are lots of reasons that Luke gets a pass while Dean gets a target on his back," Lorelai said, returning to the table with their drinks.
"I don't 'get a pass'!" Luke protested.
And was ignored as Lorelai continued, "First of all, Mom was convinced that there was something between me and Luke long before there actually was, so this makes her right. Dad had at one time intended to use Luke to launch a chain of Luke's Diners across the country, thereby making him money. And, of course there is always the old reliable standby that you have, and always have had, far more potential than I, and also have always been their sweet, perfect, angel child. Therefore Dean's despoiling of you -"
"Gross!" Rory commented.
"Yeah, gross!" Luke seconded.
Lorelai didn't even pause, "is a far greater crime than Luke's marrying me, especially since I had already been despoiled."
"Not fair." Rory frowned.
"No, it isn't, but I never gave you the impression that my parents were fair, so I don't know where you got the idea that they were." Lorelai drank her beer.
"Well, never again. I've learned my lesson. From now on, if Dean doesn't want to do something, I'm not going to make him!"
Luke and Lorelai gave each other a 'yeah, right' look., but refrained from saying anything.
Rory yawned. "Hey, is it okay if I borrow some sweats and crash here tonight?"
"Sure, babe. Are you sure you want to leave Dean alone?" Lorelai asked.
"Yeah, if I was there he'd just have to go to bed early or freeze himself to death out in the garage or the workshop so he could be alone. Like you said, he needs some time, he needs some space. He's not ready to hear my apology yet. And I really want to get out of these heels. So, I'll see him in the morning, he'll be ready to be comforted then. Maybe . . . I hope."
"Okay, well, your bed's made up and I'll bring you something to wear. You wanna take a shower?"
"A shower would be good."
"I'll leave the clothes in the bathroom for you then." Lorelai kissed her daughter and went upstairs. Rory gave Luke a hug and went into the bathroom. Luke, feeling a bit uneasy, took the phone into the living room and called Dean.
"Fires of Mount Doom!"
"Dean?"
"LUKE! Hey!"
"Hey. How're ya doing?"
"Good! Good! You?"
"Uh, not too bad. Rory's gonna spend the night here tonight."
"Here?"
"No, here, at our house."
"Oh. Okay. I guess. Will she come home tomorrow?"
"Oh yeah, absolutely."
"Okay. I'm just gonna stay here then."
"That sounds like a good plan. What are we drinking there tonight, Dean?"
"Ummmm, it's that, um, brown, with horses . . . hold on . . . . . . .Luke? Still there?"
"I'm still here."
"BOURBON!"
"Ah."
"You like bourbon?"
"Uh, yeah, I like bourbon."
"EXCELLENT! Next game, no beer, BOURBON!"
"Hmmm, interesting suggestion. How much bourbon have you had tonight?"
"Ummmmmmm . . . there's still some."
"Some?"
"Yeah. Some. Not a lot. Do you want some? Cause there's some."
"You know, probably you should save some."
"You think?"
"I do. I really think you should."
"Luke?"
"Yeah, Dean?"
"Rory was gonna divorce me tonight."
"Oh God." Luke rubbed his forehead, well that explained the bourbon. "You listened to the voicemail? How could you listen to the voicemail? You said your phone was dead!"
"No, I said it was dead, but my baby sister, Clara, she bought me this charger for my birthday and you put it in the cigarette lighter in your car and then you put the other end in your phone, and I did after the cops came, and it was almost charged by the time I got to the gaping maw of HELL, where the evil, scaly, voracious, bloodsucking beasts of -"
"Dean! I've got the picture. So you listened to the voicemail?"
"Voicemails! Voicemailzzzzzzzzzz! I listened to the voicemailzzz on the way home, and she was LIVID! And she HATED me! And she was gonna DIVORCE me! And that was all BEFORE I even got there so her Goddamned grandfather could call me UNEDUCATED, and stupid, and pathetic and inferior in front of EVERYONE who she probably knows, and now she's even MORE ashamed of me than she was before I even WENT -"
"Dean!"
"And now she prolly won't even come HOME to the house which I BUILT for us, because it doesn't have a POOL HOUSE or MAIDS-"
"DEAN! Shut up for a second and listen!"
". . . okay."
"Good. Now, Rory does not hate you, and she does not want a divorce. She was angry because you were late, and she didn't know where you were, so she thought you were just blowing off the Christmas Party, okay?"
". . ."
"Dean?"
"Yeah, but -"
"NO, shhh, I'm not done. And she forgave you for all that. That's what the whole thing in the study was. You remember that, right?"
"Yeah, there was kissing. I always remember kissing."
"Uh, okay, that's probably a good thing. Now listen, Rory is not ashamed of you. She loves you and she is very upset about what happened and she blames herself for making you go, and she may never see her grandparents again."
". . . Luke?"
"Yeah?"
"I looked like an ass tonight, didn't I?"
"No, of course you didn't."
"Yeah, I did. I got all dressed up and cut my hair and everything and I just looked like an idiot. I was trying to look like I was someone that belonged in that huge mansion of a house, and I don't, and everyone knew it."
"No they didn't. And Rory really appreciated the effort."
"She did?"
"That's what she said."
"Well, that's good. I just didn't want to embarrass her. At least, not from the first moment," Dean sighed. "So, I guess it wasn't a total waste of the college fund."
"The what?"
"The money I used for the clothes, mine and Rory's, and the other junk and things and stuff, it was my college fund. Not that it was enough to actually pay for college, so I guess it was only a pseudo-college fund, really. Anyway, it's kind of ironic because DICK called me uneducated, and I am uneducated and I will remain so because I had to spend the college fund on attire for his stupid party that I didn't want to go to anyway, at which he called me uneducated," Dean paused for a moment. "At least I think it's ironic. It might be something else. Hell, I don't know what irony is. Me and Alanis Morrisette, we have no idea. You know why? Cause we're uneducated! Of course it doesn't matter to Alanis because she's rich. Rich and uneducated is fine, it's poor and uneducated that's inexcusable, at least to the Gilmores."
"Listen, don't worry about the Gilmores. Nobody gives a rip what they think about anything anyway."
"Rory does, though," Dean said miserably.
"No, she doesn't, she said earlier that she didn't know if she could even go back there again."
"The thing is that I was thinking about how I hate having this fight with Rory all the time about going there, cause I hate fighting with Rory, and every time we would fight about it, and then the fight would be over and I would think the fight was over, but then she would bring it up again and we would have the fight all over again, and it doesn't feel any better the second or even the fifth time. So what I thought was, I'll just have to go, and that will end the fight cycle. So I decided to go and I went and it was awful, as you saw. BUT I FORGOT SOMETHING!!! I forgot that I did this whole thing before! And, even though I had done it, and it was awful, and she was mad at them, it did NOT prevent her from wanting me to do it AGAIN! So just because I did it, and it was awful, and she's mad at them, it won't last. It won't ever last and I don't know how to make it end!"
"Dean, you need to calm down, and you definitely need to drink some coffee. And some water. Maybe eat something."
"I ate."
"That was eating for hunger, now you need to eat to soak up some of the bourbon sloshing around."
"NO, I don't want to soak up the bourbon until it sloshes my brain in enormous waves like The Perfect Storm and drowns this night forever."
"Well, I'm a little worried that your bourbon perfect storm might drown your brain forever."
Dean laughed, drunkenly.
"So, how 'bout it? You'll drink some water, at least?"
"If I get thirsty. But you know, speaking of that, I should go cause it's the Council of Elrond and I have to put the second DVD in soon."
"Ummm, okay, if you say so."
"Namárië!" Dean clicked off the phone.
Luke hung up, shaking his head. He put away the food and cleaned up the kitchen before going upstairs.
Chapter 8
hit counter
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: Namárië means Farewell in Tolkien's Elvish language.
Summary: Aftermath is a bitch.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Soon they had reached Stars Hollow. Dean turned off the main road and within minutes he was pulling into his driveway. He let himself into the house and went directly upstairs. He looked at himself in Rory's full length mirror for a long time. And he hated what he saw. He hated his haircut, hated his coat, hated his stupid, brand new, fitted, altered, way-too-expensive suit and detested his shoes. Why had he done this? Why had he agreed to go to the Gilmores'? Why had he tried to look like he belonged there? Why did it hurt so damn much to be called uneducated? Especially by Richard Gilmore, whose opinion had less than no value to him? Why couldn't he have spun out on the ice and spent the night in the hospital in a body cast? It would have been at least twelve times more enjoyable. Twenty times. Two thousand times!
He shed his clothes and left them in a heap along with his damp coat, not caring if they wrinkled or stained or spontaneously combusted, and took a quick shower. Then he went downstairs, made himself a couple of turkey sandwiches, threw some fries and pizza which had just about overstayed their welcome outside for strays, built a fire in the fireplace, put the special extended edition Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship Of The Ring DVD in the player, snuggled down into the couch, hit play, took a bite of a sandwich and unscrewed the cap on a fifth of bourbon.
By that time the pizza had arrived at the Gilmore-Danes house and Luke, Lorelai and Rory were sitting around the kitchen table talking and eating.
"I don't know if I can go to Grandma and Grandpa's ever again," Rory put down her pizza and sighed.
"Rory, don't say that. You and Grandpa made up before, you'll do it again." Lorelai reached over and patted her hand.
"Yeah, but should I? Isn't that disloyal to Dean? I mean, both times he has been perfectly nice and polite and only went there because I asked him to, and both times they just attacked him!"
"I don't know that you could say he was exactly polite," Lorelai said.
"What do you mean?" Luke asked her.
"Well he did tell Natalie Prescott that she nauseated him." she answered.
"Yeah, but they provoked him!" Luke told her.
"Who, Emily and Richard?" Lorelai asked.
"Yes Emily and Richard! Didn't you hear all that 'Natalie, tell him all the trouble you've had' and 'Dean, what do you think of her situation?', they were baiting him!" Luke explained somewhat angrily.
"Luke's right! They did this on purpose! They set him up! Oh my God, they set him up! Why would they do that?!" Tears began to cloud Rory's eyes. "Poor Dean! And he tried so hard! I mean the haircut and the new clothes, and my new clothes! He wanted so much for them to not have anything to criticize and it wasn't his fault he was late!"
"It was a nice suit," Luke commented, taking another slice of pizza.
"I liked the haircut on him," Lorelai agreed.
"Me too. And - Oh My God!" Rory stood up and froze, eyes wide and hand over her mouth.
"What, sweets?" Lorelai stood and put her arms around her.
"The voicemail! That awful voicemail message I left him! What if he listens to it?"
"I doubt he's gonna be checking his voicemail," Luke said. "He looked pretty tired."
"And he said his phone was dead, so he has to charge it before he can check his messages anyway. So, when you go home, erase the messages, or hide his phone until you can, easy!" Lorelai gave her daughter a squeeze. "Who needs a refill?"
"Me," Rory handed Lorelai her cup.
Luke asked for another beer. "Rory, you know, it's more my fault than yours."
"Oh no, Luke, you would never have brought it up if I hadn't asked you to," Rory assured him. "I wonder though why Grandma and Grandpa are so much harder on Dean than on you?"
"Well they're not exactly easy on me. It's just that they've decided by now it's easiest to just ignore me," Luke said.
"I think Dean would take being ignored over what happened tonight," Rory said.
"Oh, babe, there are lots of reasons that Luke gets a pass while Dean gets a target on his back," Lorelai said, returning to the table with their drinks.
"I don't 'get a pass'!" Luke protested.
And was ignored as Lorelai continued, "First of all, Mom was convinced that there was something between me and Luke long before there actually was, so this makes her right. Dad had at one time intended to use Luke to launch a chain of Luke's Diners across the country, thereby making him money. And, of course there is always the old reliable standby that you have, and always have had, far more potential than I, and also have always been their sweet, perfect, angel child. Therefore Dean's despoiling of you -"
"Gross!" Rory commented.
"Yeah, gross!" Luke seconded.
Lorelai didn't even pause, "is a far greater crime than Luke's marrying me, especially since I had already been despoiled."
"Not fair." Rory frowned.
"No, it isn't, but I never gave you the impression that my parents were fair, so I don't know where you got the idea that they were." Lorelai drank her beer.
"Well, never again. I've learned my lesson. From now on, if Dean doesn't want to do something, I'm not going to make him!"
Luke and Lorelai gave each other a 'yeah, right' look., but refrained from saying anything.
Rory yawned. "Hey, is it okay if I borrow some sweats and crash here tonight?"
"Sure, babe. Are you sure you want to leave Dean alone?" Lorelai asked.
"Yeah, if I was there he'd just have to go to bed early or freeze himself to death out in the garage or the workshop so he could be alone. Like you said, he needs some time, he needs some space. He's not ready to hear my apology yet. And I really want to get out of these heels. So, I'll see him in the morning, he'll be ready to be comforted then. Maybe . . . I hope."
"Okay, well, your bed's made up and I'll bring you something to wear. You wanna take a shower?"
"A shower would be good."
"I'll leave the clothes in the bathroom for you then." Lorelai kissed her daughter and went upstairs. Rory gave Luke a hug and went into the bathroom. Luke, feeling a bit uneasy, took the phone into the living room and called Dean.
"Fires of Mount Doom!"
"Dean?"
"LUKE! Hey!"
"Hey. How're ya doing?"
"Good! Good! You?"
"Uh, not too bad. Rory's gonna spend the night here tonight."
"Here?"
"No, here, at our house."
"Oh. Okay. I guess. Will she come home tomorrow?"
"Oh yeah, absolutely."
"Okay. I'm just gonna stay here then."
"That sounds like a good plan. What are we drinking there tonight, Dean?"
"Ummmm, it's that, um, brown, with horses . . . hold on . . . . . . .Luke? Still there?"
"I'm still here."
"BOURBON!"
"Ah."
"You like bourbon?"
"Uh, yeah, I like bourbon."
"EXCELLENT! Next game, no beer, BOURBON!"
"Hmmm, interesting suggestion. How much bourbon have you had tonight?"
"Ummmmmmm . . . there's still some."
"Some?"
"Yeah. Some. Not a lot. Do you want some? Cause there's some."
"You know, probably you should save some."
"You think?"
"I do. I really think you should."
"Luke?"
"Yeah, Dean?"
"Rory was gonna divorce me tonight."
"Oh God." Luke rubbed his forehead, well that explained the bourbon. "You listened to the voicemail? How could you listen to the voicemail? You said your phone was dead!"
"No, I said it was dead, but my baby sister, Clara, she bought me this charger for my birthday and you put it in the cigarette lighter in your car and then you put the other end in your phone, and I did after the cops came, and it was almost charged by the time I got to the gaping maw of HELL, where the evil, scaly, voracious, bloodsucking beasts of -"
"Dean! I've got the picture. So you listened to the voicemail?"
"Voicemails! Voicemailzzzzzzzzzz! I listened to the voicemailzzz on the way home, and she was LIVID! And she HATED me! And she was gonna DIVORCE me! And that was all BEFORE I even got there so her Goddamned grandfather could call me UNEDUCATED, and stupid, and pathetic and inferior in front of EVERYONE who she probably knows, and now she's even MORE ashamed of me than she was before I even WENT -"
"Dean!"
"And now she prolly won't even come HOME to the house which I BUILT for us, because it doesn't have a POOL HOUSE or MAIDS-"
"DEAN! Shut up for a second and listen!"
". . . okay."
"Good. Now, Rory does not hate you, and she does not want a divorce. She was angry because you were late, and she didn't know where you were, so she thought you were just blowing off the Christmas Party, okay?"
". . ."
"Dean?"
"Yeah, but -"
"NO, shhh, I'm not done. And she forgave you for all that. That's what the whole thing in the study was. You remember that, right?"
"Yeah, there was kissing. I always remember kissing."
"Uh, okay, that's probably a good thing. Now listen, Rory is not ashamed of you. She loves you and she is very upset about what happened and she blames herself for making you go, and she may never see her grandparents again."
". . . Luke?"
"Yeah?"
"I looked like an ass tonight, didn't I?"
"No, of course you didn't."
"Yeah, I did. I got all dressed up and cut my hair and everything and I just looked like an idiot. I was trying to look like I was someone that belonged in that huge mansion of a house, and I don't, and everyone knew it."
"No they didn't. And Rory really appreciated the effort."
"She did?"
"That's what she said."
"Well, that's good. I just didn't want to embarrass her. At least, not from the first moment," Dean sighed. "So, I guess it wasn't a total waste of the college fund."
"The what?"
"The money I used for the clothes, mine and Rory's, and the other junk and things and stuff, it was my college fund. Not that it was enough to actually pay for college, so I guess it was only a pseudo-college fund, really. Anyway, it's kind of ironic because DICK called me uneducated, and I am uneducated and I will remain so because I had to spend the college fund on attire for his stupid party that I didn't want to go to anyway, at which he called me uneducated," Dean paused for a moment. "At least I think it's ironic. It might be something else. Hell, I don't know what irony is. Me and Alanis Morrisette, we have no idea. You know why? Cause we're uneducated! Of course it doesn't matter to Alanis because she's rich. Rich and uneducated is fine, it's poor and uneducated that's inexcusable, at least to the Gilmores."
"Listen, don't worry about the Gilmores. Nobody gives a rip what they think about anything anyway."
"Rory does, though," Dean said miserably.
"No, she doesn't, she said earlier that she didn't know if she could even go back there again."
"The thing is that I was thinking about how I hate having this fight with Rory all the time about going there, cause I hate fighting with Rory, and every time we would fight about it, and then the fight would be over and I would think the fight was over, but then she would bring it up again and we would have the fight all over again, and it doesn't feel any better the second or even the fifth time. So what I thought was, I'll just have to go, and that will end the fight cycle. So I decided to go and I went and it was awful, as you saw. BUT I FORGOT SOMETHING!!! I forgot that I did this whole thing before! And, even though I had done it, and it was awful, and she was mad at them, it did NOT prevent her from wanting me to do it AGAIN! So just because I did it, and it was awful, and she's mad at them, it won't last. It won't ever last and I don't know how to make it end!"
"Dean, you need to calm down, and you definitely need to drink some coffee. And some water. Maybe eat something."
"I ate."
"That was eating for hunger, now you need to eat to soak up some of the bourbon sloshing around."
"NO, I don't want to soak up the bourbon until it sloshes my brain in enormous waves like The Perfect Storm and drowns this night forever."
"Well, I'm a little worried that your bourbon perfect storm might drown your brain forever."
Dean laughed, drunkenly.
"So, how 'bout it? You'll drink some water, at least?"
"If I get thirsty. But you know, speaking of that, I should go cause it's the Council of Elrond and I have to put the second DVD in soon."
"Ummm, okay, if you say so."
"Namárië!" Dean clicked off the phone.
Luke hung up, shaking his head. He put away the food and cleaned up the kitchen before going upstairs.
Chapter 8
hit counter