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skylar0graceGuess what guys? I came second! You all know I've been doing the 'Last Author Standing: Gilmore Girls' contest and each fortnight I had to submit a new fic. Well, a few people dropped out and others were voted out but it came down to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cassandra_elise and I and she won out but I'm so stoked I got to the final round! How cool is that?! Obviously, congrats went out to her - I sent her HUGE sparkly writing congratulating her - but I decided to post the fics here in case you missed them there. Let me know what you think of them! The CW/WB LAS is starting really soon (I'm signed up) so it would be great to get feedback so I can improve before then and (hopefully) be the Last Author Standing this time! :P
"Because I love you, you idiot!"
The words spilled from her mouth and the fear continued to build as he turned around. There was a momentary pause, as though he were trying to ascertain her sincerity, before he moved quickly forward, claiming her in his arms and pressing his lips to hers. She allowed herself to be caught up in the moment, the familiarity of his arms and the assurance of safety with him.
He pulled away from her and grinned, leaning his forehead against hers and she felt herself grinning back but her heart raced and she struggled to keep the guilt from showing on her face. As Dean gripped her hand and led her to his ute, her words came crashing back to her in surround sound.
"I HATE HIM!"
She gave a furtive glance out of the corner of her eye and saw her books sitting on the stone wall in the courtyard. He was gone. A part of her whispered that she had picked Dean for all the wrong reasons but as she climbed into his car and stared at the empty space where Tristan had been, it seemed as though it was for the best.
His hand pulled on the cool metal of the handle and as the door opened wide, the remains of his heart broke. Shattered even. A part of him knew, had always known, that the blue eyed beauty would be the one to bring him to ruin. It didn't seem possible that such innocence or purity could be the cause of such spectacular destruction but wasn't it always the way. Hadn't history shown that?
Climbing into his car and pulling away was automatic. He did it without thinking, without realising that he had just driven away from the one thing that he had given everything up for. He had thrown away his marriage, his home, for something that was never destined to last. But if he could do it all over again, he wouldn't change a thing.
He could never understand why Rory didn't love him. She'd told him she did, she'd shared things with him that she'd never shared with anyone else. But they'd never truly fit and when he'd seen her tonight, surrounded by all of the glitz and glamour, he'd finally realised it. It wasn't the fact that she was late, nor the fact she'd arrived surrounded by rich society snobs. It had been the look in her eyes.
As he pulled onto the dark, empty highway, the bile rose in his throat and he roughly moved the car over to the side of the road. Quickly opening the door, he leaned out and threw up. His body jerked and he wiped the side of his mouth as he straightened up and looked at himself in the rearview mirror. It was then that he made a decision that would change his life. End it? Maybe. But maybe it was just the thing he needed.
Pressing on, his foot hit the accelerator and he didn't even blink as he drove straight past the exit to Stars Hollow. Dean Forester was no more.
Just A Fairytale
Prompt: Fairytales
"Yes they are fascinating Mr DuGrey."
Ms Caldecott looked at the clock and walked quickly over to her desk, signing her name on the bottom of the student register. She closed the leather ledger and held it up.
"Miss Gilmore?" Rory's head shot up from where she was still taking notes. "Could you please take this to the front office?"
Rory looked back once at her notes before reluctantly nodding and standing to take the ledger.
"Be back promptly," she said as she handed it over. Rory nodded and left the room.
"As I was saying, the pro and con teams will each have two minutes and 30 seconds for introductions, six minutes to debate, three minutes for conclusions and five minutes for questions from the audience. The winner shall be decided by a - yes, Mr DuGrey?"
"Could I please be excused to go to the bathroom?"
"Can't this wait?"
Tristan fidgeted in his seat. "Not really."
Ms Caldecott sighed and pulled a yellow laminated hall card from her drawer.
"Don't make a habit of this," she warned.
Tristan nodded and quickly left the room. Just ahead of him in the hall, Rory was walking quickly toward the front office. Tristan ran to keep up with her.
"Mary, funny see you out here."
From beside him, Rory rolled her eyes and kept them focused ahead of herself.
"So, I suppose you're not up for a bit of wagging?"
"Leave me alone Tristan," she ground out through clenched teeth.
He lightly grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "I'm sorry Rory," he responded sincerely.
Rory looked startled before looking down at her shoes and then the hallway ahead of them.
"I really should get this to the office."
Tristan pulled her into a nearby empty classroom and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar. When he turned around, Rory was looking at him curiously with an arched eyebrow.
"Look, we have a lot of the same classes and I thought it would be best if we were on better terms."
Rory shifted nervously and he held up both hands in a mock surrender.
"As friends. I mean, school would be easier if we were friends and not constantly bickering."
Rory frowned, her chest puffing out a little as her anger spilled out.
"I AM civil. It's only when you're around that this happens. And it's only because you're always picking on me and trying to make my life hell."
He took a step forward. "Hey, I'm trying to be nice here! I was apologising."
Rory scoffed and jab him in the chest. "You wouldn't know how to apologise if it came up and bit you! I don't know why I'm even wasting my ti-"
Tristan grabbed Rory's arms and pulled her forward, their lips connecting and all words lost. He known the moment she jabbed him that the conversation had taken a bad turn but when she leaned forward and yelled at him, he couldn't help but watch the way her mouth moved and before he knew it, his body was reacting without any consultation from his mind. He expected a violent shove, maybe even further yelling before she stormed out of the classroom so he was completely unprepared for the ledger to fall to the ground and for her to grab his shirt as she pulled him closer to herself.
Not taking any chances, Tristan shook away any clouds of doubt as his hands fell to her hips and he marvelled at how well their bodies fit together. Her hands found their way into his hair and he brought a hand up to stroke her cheek as his kissed slowed and he memorised everything about the moment.
"...hand count from the rest of the class. Does that sound like fun Mr DuGrey?"
Tristan shook his head and blinked. Ms Caldecott stood at the front of the class with a look of frustration. He struggled to figure out where the moment went as he realised he was still sitting at his desk. It had all been a daydream. No, it was more than a daydream - it was an absolute fairytale given their relationship. "What?"
"The debate. Does it sound like fun?"
Tristan nodded and refrained from mentioning that he had been thinking of something much more fun than the next debate. "Yes, it does."
"It does, doesn’t it Mr DuGrey?
"Oh, it absolutely does Ms Caldecott."
"More fun than staring at Miss Gilmore’s ear?"
He shrank with embarrassment as ahead of him, Rory pulled the curtain of hair over her ear. "Yes Ms. Caldecott."
"Yeah, I think so too. Okay, any questions?"
Breakfast
Prompt: Breakfast
Rory smiled as a hand moved over her waist and rested on her stomach. She could feel the warm sunlight spilling in from the partially open blinds and a bird chirping just outside her window. There was a small pause before a small kiss landed on her neck and a giggle escaped from her lips.
"Are you awake?" he asked teasingly.
"Mhmmm."
He shifted closer to her, pressing his body up against hers and snuggling into her neck. She rolled around in his arms and looked up into his mischievous blue eyes.
"So, we have to go to your grandparents this morning but I don't think they'd mind if we called in sick and spent the day in bed, do you?"
"Actually..."
"There's nothing we could do there that would be more fun than anything we could do here."
"Maybe not, but they're relying on us to be there. You know what they're like."
He rolled over in frustration and looked at the ceiling.
"I 'spose..."
She rolled over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "You know I would much rather be here with you than anywhere in the world."
He grinned at her. "You know I love you, right?"
"But not as much as I love you."
Looking at the sun streaming in the window, he swung his legs out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown.
"So, breakfast. What do you want for breakfast?"
She smiled coyly and pulled the sheet up so that only her eyes were peeking out. "Well, I suppose we could be a few minutes late..."
A grin formed quickly on his face and he dived back on the bed amidst a fit of giggles.
cassandra_elise and I and she won out but I'm so stoked I got to the final round! How cool is that?! Obviously, congrats went out to her - I sent her HUGE sparkly writing congratulating her - but I decided to post the fics here in case you missed them there. Let me know what you think of them! The CW/WB LAS is starting really soon (I'm signed up) so it would be great to get feedback so I can improve before then and (hopefully) be the Last Author Standing this time! :P_______________*****_______________
All The Wrong Reasons
Prompt: All the wrong reasons
Prompt: All the wrong reasons
"Because I love you, you idiot!"
The words spilled from her mouth and the fear continued to build as he turned around. There was a momentary pause, as though he were trying to ascertain her sincerity, before he moved quickly forward, claiming her in his arms and pressing his lips to hers. She allowed herself to be caught up in the moment, the familiarity of his arms and the assurance of safety with him.
He pulled away from her and grinned, leaning his forehead against hers and she felt herself grinning back but her heart raced and she struggled to keep the guilt from showing on her face. As Dean gripped her hand and led her to his ute, her words came crashing back to her in surround sound.
"I HATE HIM!"
She gave a furtive glance out of the corner of her eye and saw her books sitting on the stone wall in the courtyard. He was gone. A part of her whispered that she had picked Dean for all the wrong reasons but as she climbed into his car and stared at the empty space where Tristan had been, it seemed as though it was for the best.
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A Lack Of Colour
Prompt: Make your least favourite character likable
Prompt: Make your least favourite character likable
His hand pulled on the cool metal of the handle and as the door opened wide, the remains of his heart broke. Shattered even. A part of him knew, had always known, that the blue eyed beauty would be the one to bring him to ruin. It didn't seem possible that such innocence or purity could be the cause of such spectacular destruction but wasn't it always the way. Hadn't history shown that?
Climbing into his car and pulling away was automatic. He did it without thinking, without realising that he had just driven away from the one thing that he had given everything up for. He had thrown away his marriage, his home, for something that was never destined to last. But if he could do it all over again, he wouldn't change a thing.
He could never understand why Rory didn't love him. She'd told him she did, she'd shared things with him that she'd never shared with anyone else. But they'd never truly fit and when he'd seen her tonight, surrounded by all of the glitz and glamour, he'd finally realised it. It wasn't the fact that she was late, nor the fact she'd arrived surrounded by rich society snobs. It had been the look in her eyes.
As he pulled onto the dark, empty highway, the bile rose in his throat and he roughly moved the car over to the side of the road. Quickly opening the door, he leaned out and threw up. His body jerked and he wiped the side of his mouth as he straightened up and looked at himself in the rearview mirror. It was then that he made a decision that would change his life. End it? Maybe. But maybe it was just the thing he needed.
Pressing on, his foot hit the accelerator and he didn't even blink as he drove straight past the exit to Stars Hollow. Dean Forester was no more.
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Just A Fairytale
Prompt: Fairytales
"Yes they are fascinating Mr DuGrey."
Ms Caldecott looked at the clock and walked quickly over to her desk, signing her name on the bottom of the student register. She closed the leather ledger and held it up.
"Miss Gilmore?" Rory's head shot up from where she was still taking notes. "Could you please take this to the front office?"
Rory looked back once at her notes before reluctantly nodding and standing to take the ledger.
"Be back promptly," she said as she handed it over. Rory nodded and left the room.
"As I was saying, the pro and con teams will each have two minutes and 30 seconds for introductions, six minutes to debate, three minutes for conclusions and five minutes for questions from the audience. The winner shall be decided by a - yes, Mr DuGrey?"
"Could I please be excused to go to the bathroom?"
"Can't this wait?"
Tristan fidgeted in his seat. "Not really."
Ms Caldecott sighed and pulled a yellow laminated hall card from her drawer.
"Don't make a habit of this," she warned.
Tristan nodded and quickly left the room. Just ahead of him in the hall, Rory was walking quickly toward the front office. Tristan ran to keep up with her.
"Mary, funny see you out here."
From beside him, Rory rolled her eyes and kept them focused ahead of herself.
"So, I suppose you're not up for a bit of wagging?"
"Leave me alone Tristan," she ground out through clenched teeth.
He lightly grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "I'm sorry Rory," he responded sincerely.
Rory looked startled before looking down at her shoes and then the hallway ahead of them.
"I really should get this to the office."
Tristan pulled her into a nearby empty classroom and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar. When he turned around, Rory was looking at him curiously with an arched eyebrow.
"Look, we have a lot of the same classes and I thought it would be best if we were on better terms."
Rory shifted nervously and he held up both hands in a mock surrender.
"As friends. I mean, school would be easier if we were friends and not constantly bickering."
Rory frowned, her chest puffing out a little as her anger spilled out.
"I AM civil. It's only when you're around that this happens. And it's only because you're always picking on me and trying to make my life hell."
He took a step forward. "Hey, I'm trying to be nice here! I was apologising."
Rory scoffed and jab him in the chest. "You wouldn't know how to apologise if it came up and bit you! I don't know why I'm even wasting my ti-"
Tristan grabbed Rory's arms and pulled her forward, their lips connecting and all words lost. He known the moment she jabbed him that the conversation had taken a bad turn but when she leaned forward and yelled at him, he couldn't help but watch the way her mouth moved and before he knew it, his body was reacting without any consultation from his mind. He expected a violent shove, maybe even further yelling before she stormed out of the classroom so he was completely unprepared for the ledger to fall to the ground and for her to grab his shirt as she pulled him closer to herself.
Not taking any chances, Tristan shook away any clouds of doubt as his hands fell to her hips and he marvelled at how well their bodies fit together. Her hands found their way into his hair and he brought a hand up to stroke her cheek as his kissed slowed and he memorised everything about the moment.
"...hand count from the rest of the class. Does that sound like fun Mr DuGrey?"
Tristan shook his head and blinked. Ms Caldecott stood at the front of the class with a look of frustration. He struggled to figure out where the moment went as he realised he was still sitting at his desk. It had all been a daydream. No, it was more than a daydream - it was an absolute fairytale given their relationship. "What?"
"The debate. Does it sound like fun?"
Tristan nodded and refrained from mentioning that he had been thinking of something much more fun than the next debate. "Yes, it does."
"It does, doesn’t it Mr DuGrey?
"Oh, it absolutely does Ms Caldecott."
"More fun than staring at Miss Gilmore’s ear?"
He shrank with embarrassment as ahead of him, Rory pulled the curtain of hair over her ear. "Yes Ms. Caldecott."
"Yeah, I think so too. Okay, any questions?"
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Breakfast
Prompt: Breakfast
Rory smiled as a hand moved over her waist and rested on her stomach. She could feel the warm sunlight spilling in from the partially open blinds and a bird chirping just outside her window. There was a small pause before a small kiss landed on her neck and a giggle escaped from her lips.
"Are you awake?" he asked teasingly.
"Mhmmm."
He shifted closer to her, pressing his body up against hers and snuggling into her neck. She rolled around in his arms and looked up into his mischievous blue eyes.
"So, we have to go to your grandparents this morning but I don't think they'd mind if we called in sick and spent the day in bed, do you?"
"Actually..."
"There's nothing we could do there that would be more fun than anything we could do here."
"Maybe not, but they're relying on us to be there. You know what they're like."
He rolled over in frustration and looked at the ceiling.
"I 'spose..."
She rolled over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "You know I would much rather be here with you than anywhere in the world."
He grinned at her. "You know I love you, right?"
"But not as much as I love you."
Looking at the sun streaming in the window, he swung his legs out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown.
"So, breakfast. What do you want for breakfast?"
She smiled coyly and pulled the sheet up so that only her eyes were peeking out. "Well, I suppose we could be a few minutes late..."
A grin formed quickly on his face and he dived back on the bed amidst a fit of giggles.
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Date: 12 Oct 2010 04:17 (UTC)