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Summary: Jess hopped in his car and left Rory in the dust in Star's Hollow, yet again. But we can't let it end there, can we? Literati post-Nag Hammadi

Spoilers: Nag Hammadi and everything before is fair game.

Rating: PG-13 for some mild language.

Notes: Be kind. This is my first Gilmore Girls fic, so if the characterization is a bit rough, please bear with me.

A Little Dramatic Irony

She decided to drive back to school that night. She hated to leave before the weekend was over, knowing that her mother would be able to help her through this, but she couldn't be in Star's Hollow just then. Too many memories. Too many thoughts.

Too much… Jess.

He loved her.

He loved her?

Over a year ago, he'd up and left town without even telling her and now…

"Rational thought," she told herself as she navigated the empty highway. "Rational thought is good… like coffee… books…"





She sighed in frustration. "Dammit, Mariano."

Bright lights flashed ahead of her, making her squint, and as she passed them, she slowed to survey the scene.

A couple of police cars and an ambulance were gathered around the crumpled, eerie remains of a tan car. She leaned over to get a better look, and it hit her like a fist to the gut.

Jess' car.

"Oh, god."

She parked on the side of the road and got out to run over to the police.

"Where is he?" she asked them frantically, looking around at the mess. There was broken glass everywhere, and the driver's side door was hanging off of its hinges.

"Where's who?" one of the paramedics asked. "Whoever crashed this thing is long gone."

"Oh, god," she said to herself again. "Where is he?" She looked around them and spotted a trail of blood that led to the open field on the side of the highway. "He's not serious." She hopped over the guard rail and began to run through the field to the shocked protests of the authorities.

It wasn't long before she caught to him. "Jess?!"

He turned to her, almost falling over. His right leg was mangled and bleeding, causing him to limp. A deep, dripping gash adorned his forehead, and his shoulder looked slightly out of place. His lip and nose were bleeding and he was holding his left wrist with his right hand, which was dripping crimson all over him. "Rory?" he said in a quiet, raspy voice. Even in the dark, she could see that his eyes were dazed,

"Oh, my god, Jess, what happened?!" She rushed to his side and put an arm gently around him. He nearly collapsed against her.

"I messed up," he uttered.

"No kidding," Rory replied. She turned back toward the road, half carrying him to the flashing lights ahead.

"Aw, god," Jess cracked, staring at the flashing ambulance lights. "M' I dyin?"

"No," Rory snapped, more shaken than before. "No, no, no, you're gonna be just fine. We just gotta get you over to the nice paramedics that are waiting for you. And the happy, happy ambulance."



"Love you, Rory." He rested more of his weight on her, causing her to stop.

"Jess… you have to help me out here, okay? You're very well put together and I think whoever made you used cement to keep your pieces all in place. You're really heavy."

He didn't answer her.


Still no answer. He wasn't moving.

"Oh, god. HELP!"


She road in the ambulance with him, and he didn't wake up. He didn't wake up by the time they arrived in the emergency room of St. James'.

She stood on the sidelines in the operating room he'd been taken into, and after a few moments, was led out by one of the nurses.

She sat in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs and cried.


The phone rang at Lorelei Gilmore's house at around one in the morning. She knocked a few items off of her nightstand before finally succeeding in grabbing the phone. "Hello?" she slurred out sleepily.


She squinted and sat up. "Rory?"


"Rory, wha's wrong? It's so late."

"Mom, I'm at St. James'."

The wake-up call every mother dreaded. "What?"

"I w-was driving," Rory sniffed. "And I passed this accident, and Jess' car was totaled, but he wasn't there, and I found him and-"

"Whoa, whoa, honey, slow down," Lorelei said. "Jess was in an accident?"

"Yeah," Rory said, trying not to cry. "He's in real bad shape."

"Oh, Rory…"

"And he loves me."


"Can you be here?"

"Lemme round up the troops and we'll be there in a jiffy."

"Okay, Mom. I love you."

"Love you, too. Sit tight." She hung up and dialed another number. "Luke? Yeah, yeah I know its 1:03 in the morning. Rory just called from the hospital… I don't know, she said Jess was in an accident, and he's really hurt and he loves Rory… Stop yelling! Okay, okay, I'll be ready. What about Liz, is she still in town?" She nodded. "Okay." She hung up and dragged herself out of bed to get dressed and wait for Luke to pick her up.


Luke was going the fastest, with Liz and Lorelei close behind. He spotted Rory sitting in the waiting room, staring off. There was blood on her hands and coat, and she'd obviously been crying.

"Rory!" Lorelei cried, rushing past Luke to get to her daughter. She knelt in front of her. "Oh, my god, are you alright? Are you bleeding?"

She shook her head no.

"Any word on Jess?" Liz asked, wringing her hands worriedly.

Again, Rory shook her head.

"I'm gonna go find a Doctor, see what's going on," Luke said. He walked off and Lorelei and Liz sat on either side of Rory.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Lorelei asked.

"He finally talked to me," Rory said dazedly. "Right before he left. He said he loved me, and then he was gone."

"Oh, Honey," Lorelei said, putting an arm around the girl.

"So I was driving back to school," Rory went on. "And I saw his car, and it was… I was so scared that…"

Her mother nodded.

Rory retold the rest of what had happened, including Jess' repetition of the words "I love you."

Lorelei shook her head. "That kid…"

"Hey," Liz said. "What's wrong with my kid?"

"Huh. Let's see," Lorelei replied. "Rude, moody, mean, irresponsible, heartless-"

"Mom," Rory interrupted her. "I… I love him, too."

Lorelei stared at her in shock. "Rory, you're just saying that because he's hurt, and you're scared."

"I wouldn't be so scared if I didn't love him," Rory reasoned.

"You said you were over him."

"I thought I was."


"Are you mad?"

"No," Lorelei replied. "Of course not. But… he left you, and he lied and got you hurt…"

"Jess is a mess," Liz cut in. "It's… partially my fault. The point is that he doesn't know how to handle this stuff."

"Obviously," Lorelei muttered.

"Rory, when he started calling me, you're practically all he talked about," Liz told the girl. "How smart you are, how much he thought I would like you, how much he cares about you. He missed you. He just didn't know how to say so."

"You're Liz, right? Jess' mom?" Rory asked.

Liz nodded, and held out a hand. "Nice to finally meet you."

Rory shook the older woman's hand. "Hi."

Lorelei looked over her daughter. "You're sure about Jess?"

Rory nodded.

"He hurts you again, and I'll break his legs off."

A few minutes later, Luke slowly walked back to them and the three girls looked up at him.

He knelt down in front of them, and took Liz's hand.

Liz pursed her lips. "It's not good, is it?"

Luke shook his head. "No. It's not."


A coma.

A big, fat, stupid coma.

Rory watched Jess sleep.

All of his wounds had been treated and carefully bandaged. His leg was in a big cast, which all of his visitors had signed already. Luke and Rory's mother had simply scribbled their names, while Rory had written a giant "I LOVE YOU!" along with her name, and Liz had written a long message of apologies love to him. Rory hadn't read that. It wasn't for her. It was for Jess, when he woke up.

If he woke up.

"You have to wake up," she told his slumbering form. "This is dramatic irony. You hate dramatic irony." She sniffed a little and took his bandaged hand. "Just do me a favor and wake up, okay?"