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The OC/Gilmore Girls (PG)
Title: Homesick by Jae
Pairing: Ryan/Rory
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jae_w
Author Website: I will not be afraid of boybands
Why this must be read: Well, I read it because I'll read pretty much anything Jae writes, and I know how much she loves those Gilmore Girls. But it's a great crossover crack offering because even though I've only seen a handful of Gilmore eps, the use of Ryan's POV and an elegant, sincere storytelling style made it come alive anyway, made me feel like I knew Rory and what Ryan saw in her. OC-wise, this takes place in an AU departing from show canon after the season one finale. I have no idea where or if it fits into GG, but Rory is in LA, too. This story is filled with Ryan's regret, his lost life in Newport, his determination to make sure his kid has more choices than he'd gotten. It seems to make perfect sense that a girl like Rory brings all that to the surface, even just in one conversation they have in bed, late at night, watching the cars go by on the highway.
Rory shifts toward him, and her hair swings and sways, glossy even in the dim room. It's rich girl hair, the first thing he noticed about her. When he saw her at the coffee shop, he thought it was what made her look familiar, that and the pang he felt when she smiled at him with her white even rich girl teeth. There are things he's spent a long time teaching himself not to want, and rich girls are pretty close to the top of that list. He still looked, though. He told himself it was because he had discipline. He could look because he wouldn't let himself do anything. And if part of him thought maybe that wasn't discipline so much as fear, well, that was all right. He still wouldn't do anything.
He didn't have to, though, because Rory did. She said, "Hey, I know you - the 13th Street Y, right?" She walked over with her coffee extended out toward him. Then she laughed a little, and switched hands. "I work with the older kids. I've seen you there."
She had. Tuesdays and Thursdays were his days to pick the baby up at preschool.
Homesick
Pairing: Ryan/Rory
Author on LJ:
jae_wAuthor Website: I will not be afraid of boybands
Why this must be read: Well, I read it because I'll read pretty much anything Jae writes, and I know how much she loves those Gilmore Girls. But it's a great crossover crack offering because even though I've only seen a handful of Gilmore eps, the use of Ryan's POV and an elegant, sincere storytelling style made it come alive anyway, made me feel like I knew Rory and what Ryan saw in her. OC-wise, this takes place in an AU departing from show canon after the season one finale. I have no idea where or if it fits into GG, but Rory is in LA, too. This story is filled with Ryan's regret, his lost life in Newport, his determination to make sure his kid has more choices than he'd gotten. It seems to make perfect sense that a girl like Rory brings all that to the surface, even just in one conversation they have in bed, late at night, watching the cars go by on the highway.
Rory shifts toward him, and her hair swings and sways, glossy even in the dim room. It's rich girl hair, the first thing he noticed about her. When he saw her at the coffee shop, he thought it was what made her look familiar, that and the pang he felt when she smiled at him with her white even rich girl teeth. There are things he's spent a long time teaching himself not to want, and rich girls are pretty close to the top of that list. He still looked, though. He told himself it was because he had discipline. He could look because he wouldn't let himself do anything. And if part of him thought maybe that wasn't discipline so much as fear, well, that was all right. He still wouldn't do anything.
He didn't have to, though, because Rory did. She said, "Hey, I know you - the 13th Street Y, right?" She walked over with her coffee extended out toward him. Then she laughed a little, and switched hands. "I work with the older kids. I've seen you there."
She had. Tuesdays and Thursdays were his days to pick the baby up at preschool.
Homesick
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