Making with the C - names again...
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ms_beccaTitle: Comfort
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Summary: On a trip back to Stars Hollow, Rory has a run in with Luke.
Author's Note: Cause there's always an author's note. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
auchic for the beta, and to everyone who has been reading the series up till now. There's no Logan in this chapter, and it might not make sense... but it will. Reading The Confrontation, Control, and Worries are for tomorrow is not necessary for understand this story, although it may help. Feedback is life people... LIFE!
She walks alone, meandering slowly around the town. She has no destination in mind, only to escape from her life. To get away from her studies, Paris and the stress that surrounds her. She puts one foot in front of the other, her head raised, but her eyes never focusing. She continues to walk until she's at the door to "Luke's." She walks inside still dazed but manages to avoid any major collisions with tables or chairs.
She sits down at the counter and waits. She's not sure for what, but she does. Suddenly there's a large ceramic mug filled with coffee in front of her. The distinctive aroma helps to break her out of her trance.
"Rory?" She hears the gruff voice call her name. She can't seem to make herself call back to him, but her eyes do focus for the first time in days. Words form in her head but get caught between her teeth. All she can manage is to look up from the coffee and stare at him. Her eyes go wide and tear up without her permission.
"Cesar, I'm going on break." She hears the murmur of assent come from the back room, but doesn't really register why Luke is talking. She feels him take her hand and pull her away from her coffee, upstairs to his rooms. She watches him close the door behind her and set her down on a chair at his kitchen table. He sits down across from her, she watches his lips move but can't hear the sounds, like someone has permanently turned off the volume of her world.
"Rory?"
She responds automatically with a kind of grunt she doesn't even understand. She feels his hands hold hers with an honest sort of awkwardness. "Rory, what happened?" She doesn't say anything. She can't say anything. It's her own fault. "Did you want me to call your mom?" She only shakes her head as the tears start to run down her face. She finally gives in and sobs as Luke's arms wrap around her. If she'd been paying more attention, being less needy, she might have noticed how natural it felt to her, more natural than any hug she'd had with her biological father in a long time. But she doesn't think about those things, only that her heart is breaking and she can't share why.
She hears him whispering things into her ear, but she can't understand them. She finds that she doesn't need to, she can hear his voice and it soothes her. She doesn't need to know what the words are, only that they're being said for her, to her, by someone who cares about her. Someone who wouldn't leave her.
She stays against him for a time. She can't say how long. She knows that the tears had stopped long ago, and that her face is probably red and puffy. She feels safe, for the first time in a long, long while. Safe from everything. Safe from feeling persecuted. Safe from being judged, or judging. She never wants to leave.
But she has to.
"Luke," she raises her head off his shoulder and looks into his eyes. "Thanks for letting me wallow." She's sure that he can still hear the traces of sadness in her voice, but kisses him gently on the cheek just the same.
She walks carefully to the door, smiling at the "William's Hardware" sign imprinted on it, before looking back at him, sitting in the chair staring after her. She smiles and walks through the door. Down the stairs, she leaves a five dollar bill on the counter beside the neglected cup of coffee, and walks out on to the street.
She meanders around the town, watching each person pass, the smile growing on her face with each step.
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Summary: On a trip back to Stars Hollow, Rory has a run in with Luke.
Author's Note: Cause there's always an author's note. Thanks to
auchic for the beta, and to everyone who has been reading the series up till now. There's no Logan in this chapter, and it might not make sense... but it will. Reading The Confrontation, Control, and Worries are for tomorrow is not necessary for understand this story, although it may help. Feedback is life people... LIFE!She walks alone, meandering slowly around the town. She has no destination in mind, only to escape from her life. To get away from her studies, Paris and the stress that surrounds her. She puts one foot in front of the other, her head raised, but her eyes never focusing. She continues to walk until she's at the door to "Luke's." She walks inside still dazed but manages to avoid any major collisions with tables or chairs.
She sits down at the counter and waits. She's not sure for what, but she does. Suddenly there's a large ceramic mug filled with coffee in front of her. The distinctive aroma helps to break her out of her trance.
"Rory?" She hears the gruff voice call her name. She can't seem to make herself call back to him, but her eyes do focus for the first time in days. Words form in her head but get caught between her teeth. All she can manage is to look up from the coffee and stare at him. Her eyes go wide and tear up without her permission.
"Cesar, I'm going on break." She hears the murmur of assent come from the back room, but doesn't really register why Luke is talking. She feels him take her hand and pull her away from her coffee, upstairs to his rooms. She watches him close the door behind her and set her down on a chair at his kitchen table. He sits down across from her, she watches his lips move but can't hear the sounds, like someone has permanently turned off the volume of her world.
"Rory?"
She responds automatically with a kind of grunt she doesn't even understand. She feels his hands hold hers with an honest sort of awkwardness. "Rory, what happened?" She doesn't say anything. She can't say anything. It's her own fault. "Did you want me to call your mom?" She only shakes her head as the tears start to run down her face. She finally gives in and sobs as Luke's arms wrap around her. If she'd been paying more attention, being less needy, she might have noticed how natural it felt to her, more natural than any hug she'd had with her biological father in a long time. But she doesn't think about those things, only that her heart is breaking and she can't share why.
She hears him whispering things into her ear, but she can't understand them. She finds that she doesn't need to, she can hear his voice and it soothes her. She doesn't need to know what the words are, only that they're being said for her, to her, by someone who cares about her. Someone who wouldn't leave her.
She stays against him for a time. She can't say how long. She knows that the tears had stopped long ago, and that her face is probably red and puffy. She feels safe, for the first time in a long, long while. Safe from everything. Safe from feeling persecuted. Safe from being judged, or judging. She never wants to leave.
But she has to.
"Luke," she raises her head off his shoulder and looks into his eyes. "Thanks for letting me wallow." She's sure that he can still hear the traces of sadness in her voice, but kisses him gently on the cheek just the same.
She walks carefully to the door, smiling at the "William's Hardware" sign imprinted on it, before looking back at him, sitting in the chair staring after her. She smiles and walks through the door. Down the stairs, she leaves a five dollar bill on the counter beside the neglected cup of coffee, and walks out on to the street.
She meanders around the town, watching each person pass, the smile growing on her face with each step.
