3 - With A Lonely & Traitorous Heart, She Sighed

It had been a few days since her awkward encounter with Marty, and she had begun to wonder if she'd ever see him again. Chicago was a big city after all, so the odds of running into her former college friend without actively searching him out were slim at best. She had contemplated walking down the four blocks or so to where he said his home was located, but without an actual physical address Rory would simply be wandering around in a strange neighborhood. The possiblities for trouble after that were endless, and the last place Rory Gilmore wanted to end up was on a missing persons poster. Especially considering her luck with photos, she'd probably end up with one where she looked completely deranged. And who wants to help find a crazy woman?

"Why not ask the telephone directory?" Her mother suggested over the phone during this latest of their bi-daily phone calls.

"Tried that, but it turns out that there are no Martin Harrisons in the Chicago area," she sighed, the cordless receiver pressed against her ear. "Then again, he did say something about having just moved here, so that could be the reason behind that. That, or he's got a private number."

"Can I ask why you're looking for him again?" Lorelai asked, sounding a tad confused. "Weren't we supposed to be mad at the guy?"

"The whole debacle with Lucy wasn't just his fault, Mom," Rory explained, opening the cupboards in search of a snack with her free hand. "I screwed up, too, and I want to make sure that there are no hard feelings between us. Besides, we were really good friends back during our freshman year, and I'd like that back because, let's face it, I don't have all that many friends here. Or any, for that matter."

"What about that Sarah girl from work you hung out with?" Lorelai asked, curious. "What happened to her?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you?"


"She got an offer from a news outlet in Tampa that was just too good to refuse," Rory sighed, a little sad at the reminder. "Hello, Florida and hot guys on sunny beaches. Good-bye, Chicago and work buddy Rory."

"That sucks, Babe," Lorelai said in sympathy.

"Well, I'm going to go finish my latest assignment then head down to Sutton's for a late dinner," she stated with slight frustration, annoyed that there was absolutely nothing edible in her apartment. "I'll call you Wednesday, okay?"

"Okay, 'til then, Rory," her mother replied cheerily. "Love you, kid."

"Love you, too, Mom," Rory said back before hanging up, walking over to her laptop on the table. She frowned at the unfinished article with distain, as if it were mocking Rory for her inabililty to concentrate then sighed in resignation as her stomach began to growl. "I'll finish it when I get back," she muttered, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

About ten minutes later, Rory walked into Sutton's Bistro and waited to be seated. She didn't have to wait long though because a waitress arrived and greeted her with a tight smile.

"How many people will be joining you, miss?" She asked.

"Just me," Rory answered, feeling like a loser for some reason.

"Alright, then," the waitress nodded, then turned and waved for Rory to follow. "Come with me, please."

Rory couldn't be sure of it, but it seemed that the waitress had briefly given her a pitying expression before turning away. She shrugged it off, deciding that it just her imagination, and followed the woman to a booth made for two people.

"I'll bring you a menu and something to drink, if you like," the waitress informed her, whose name tag identified her as Gloria. Rory glanced up from quickly reading the tag to meet her brown eyes, only to see the same pitying expression flash across the woman's face again before it disappeared.

"I'll have a martini, please," Rory ordered, annoyed with the entire situation.

"I'll only be a moment," she nodded, leaving soon after.

"Alone again," Rory muttered in an ironic tone, rolling her eyes.

A half hour passed by and Rory found herself outside in the street, her hunger assuaged for the time being. She glanced at her watch quickly, then began the short trek home with the intention of completing her unfinished article. She had just turned the darkened corner near the Comet Club when her eyes fell on a familiar lanky figure. Marty stood alone outside the club, leaning lazily against a parking meter as though he was waiting for somebody. Rory was just about to walk up and make her presense known when she was interupted by a very gorgeous and vivacious blonde, who threw herself into Marty's arms and practically slammed her mouth onto his in a very public display of affection.

It's like she's trying to eat his face, Rory thought, watching the couple make-out with morbid fascination. No matter how badly she wanted to right then and there, she couldn't pull her gaze from the two lovers in front of her. I really shouldn't be staring at them like a freak.

Despite this thought though, she just stood there with wide eyes until Marty and the blonde disengaged to hail a cab. While the couple entered the cab and drove off, she couldn't help but feel completely and utterly betrayed by this developement.

And to make matters worse, Rory knew that she had absolutely no right to feel that way.

Shout out to RyanPFW for having a full copy of Kismet.

Ryan, you da real MVP.

More chapters coming at a faster rate. Just gonna do some tweaking along the way. Reviews would be great, too, please.