SPOILERS - Bracebridge Dinner...
SUMMARY - Short Fic about Jess
RATING - PG-13
CONTENT - one curse word. (I am not sure how to rate it, this is my first fan
CHARACTER - Jess
DISCLAIMER - Don't own them, the WB, Amy Sherman-Palladino owns them.
Challenge- Story must be of manageable length, under...15000 words.
Forementioned story must contain character Jess, not necessarily romantically involved with Rory. In fact, avoid the relationship changes altogether. Must explore Jess' background and why he's here.
Cigarettes Will Kill You
A loud buzz came from above. Jess moved his head and looked around. He had
dosed off while reading Dante's Divine Comedy during English class. English
used to be an interesting subject till his arrival at Stars Hollow where
their English classes were at the fifth grade level.
Walking outside he leaned against a tree and removed a pack of cigarettes.
He patted the bottom twice and then lit one up. He had watched his mother do
that everyday as they walked home from school. Jess could never really blame
his mother for sending him to Luke's, it wasn't like he made it easy for
her. The one thing that he and Luke shared in common was the love for
difficult women. Jess loved his mother to pieces. No matter what boyfriend
she was with, or what job she had he adored her. Just like Luke adored
"Excuse me, young man."
A voice came from behind him. Oh shit, thought Jess, not again. He turned
around slowly, eyeing up the vice principle he had become so aquatinted with
these past few months.
"Please Jess, come with me. This is the sixth time this month I have caught
you smoking in school. You'll have to be taken home.", said the slightly
balding vice principle.
Jess shrugged and followed the tiny man into the office. Luke would just
Sooner than latter, as Jess had wished against, Luke arrived. His face had a
hard set in stone look. He is pissed, Jess thought, slouching down into the
chair that he sat in.
"Mr. Danes, this is the sixth time I have had to remind Jess of this
school's cigarette policy. Not to mention that he is a minor and should not
have access to them anyway. You will have to take him home. I am suspending
him for two days.", the vice principle looked happy with himself. It was his
job to make students miserable.
Luke nodded not really knowing what to do. He asked Jess to leave the room
for a moment.
Jess found a comfortable chair in the main office of the school, and began
reading again. It was took about twenty minutes before Luke emerged from the
vice principle's office.
"Come on, you. We are going to get your work from your teachers. I want to
talk to everyone of them to see how you have been doing..."and so Luke began
his lecture of "being responsible" and how "cigarettes will be the death
of you". Jess walked beside him. His expression never changing. That was
another thing he learned from his mother, how to keep your expression still.
It was his most talented skill. No one would be able to see how he really
felt. It worked wonders on Luke. When Luke had tried to tell Jess how his
mother thought he should stay with him for the holiday instead of coming
home, Jess' expression had remained the same. And Luke felt like he had
accomplished a parenting milestone.
All his teachers said the same thing that he didn't go to class and if he
actually came he read a book. His english teacher was particularly offended.
She would try to tip him up by asking him questions on the book the class
would be reading and when he answered them correctly she throw him out for
being "a disruption to the class". Jess couldn't help it.
When he was younger the library was his baby-sitter. His mother worked crazy
hours. In the morning she would drop him off at the main library, and at
night pick him up. He would usually drag home a bundle of books, which he
had not yet read. Jess's best friend became the librarian, Mrs. Fletcher.
She was an old lady with no children or grandchildren. During the day he
would help her shelve books because she could not reach the higher shelves.
For lunch they would have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and milk. Mrs.
Fletcher taught him the love of reading and literature. When he was eleven
year old she bought him his first book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.
They would share stories that Jess wrote, more often than not Mrs. Fletcher
would correct his spelling errors. The stories were humorous and Jess even
won a few awards in local contests.
Jess's heart was broken when his mother relocated to another city because of
her latest boyfriend. His last day at the library he hugged Mrs. Fletcher and
told her how much she meant to him. Mrs. Fletcher wiped tears from her eye
and handed him a package wrapped in red paper. She told him not to open him
till he got to his new home. When Jess opened the present at his new
apartment, it was a new edition Webster's Dictionary. In the cover read:
To Jess, the son I never had. You have the writing blood in you. Please
use it well.
When Luke was at last satisfied with Jess's teachers they began their walk
home. Jess knew he would be hearing about this day for a long time. When
they returned to the dinner he saw Rory sipping coffee and Loralei giving
Luke a look as if asking what was going on. Soon it would be all over town,
just like in a story book.