Written 6/8/04. 911 words.
This is the second fic I started for the TV crossover challenge. I don't know why I was all about the random femslash, but there you go! I always really wanted to finish this one, too, but I just never did, and five years later, there's no way I'm going to. Also, there's one spot where it just says ______ in the text, because that was a place name I was going to come up with later.
The term is finally over, and Madison is glad. She hasn’t worked hard enough this year. It’s time for a break, a chance to start over. Time to get out of small-town Colorado and into the world.
So of course she winds up in small-town Connecticut. Well, at least she’s with her grandmother, and it’s a different setting, which is a definite plus. Different cast of characters.
The band is taking a break this summer, just as they were getting somewhere, which infuriated her at first, but that was before she got pregnant. And now, it’s just as well that no one knows and they’ve still got a chance at a record deal when she goes back. If she goes back. She’s glad she won’t have to give birth on the road, though she doesn’t really want to give birth at all. But somehow she just can’t bring herself to abort it, though she knows she should.
Her Grandma Patty lives in a town called Stars Hollow in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, the place is dead. It’s only early June, but no one is around during the day, and there’s nothing to do at night. Her grandmother has been trying to get her to go to some of her dance classes, but it’s the last thing Madison wants to do. She’s seen Grandma Patty in action, and it isn’t a pretty sight. Besides, she doesn’t dance.
She wonders where local bands go to play, since there are no bars in this town. Or if there even are any local bands here. If there are, that would be something fun to do, go to a show or something.
Madison’s only been here for three days, but already she’s getting restless. There must be something to do around here, besides go to Patty’s dance class. Finally, she decides to go to the library and people-watch, see if she meets anyone interesting. At the very least, she can get a few books out. That is, if they even have a library.
“I’m going for a walk,” she calls out to her grandmother as she leaves.
Her suspicion turns out to be correct: There’s no library. There is, however, a “town square,” as several pretentious citizens tell her. They can’t just call it the park? But when she sees it, she understands. It’s tiny, but at least they’ve got a gazebo. It’ll serve her purpose. She sits on the steps and waits.
Not too long afterwards, two young women pass by, talking animatedly. Madison can’t tell how they’re related – mother and daughter? Sisters? – but one of them looks to be around her age. The other one looks a bit older. All she picks up are the words, “Lane,” “band,” and “performance.” Putting two and two together, she walks over to them.
They look at her, startled, as if she has broken into their little world. “I’m sorry. I’m new around here, and I couldn’t help but overhear some of your conversation. Did you say something about a band performing?”
They turn to each other, perfectly synchronized, then turn back to her. The older one says, “Yes. Why?”
“I’m trying to find something to do,” Madison explains. “I used to be in a band back home.”
They both smile at her, at the same time. It’s a tad creepy, actually. Then the younger of the two says, “We were just talking about my best friend’s band. They’re performing tonight at ________. It’s their first real performance and I can’t go. But you should go. And if you know anyone else who might be interested, invite them.”
“The only person I know here so far is my grandma Patty,” Madison tells her, at which the older woman gasps. “You’re Miss Patty’s granddaughter?” There is laughter in her eyes. “Rory, she’s Miss Patty’s granddaughter!”
“I heard,” the younger woman – Rory – says, amused.
“What has she been telling you?”
“The town, the people, anything,” the dark-haired woman says eagerly, her eyes lighting up excitedly as if she can’t wait to get all of the scoop. “Has she said anything about us?”
“I don’t know. Who are you?”
“Oh, sorry,” she says, as Rory pokes her. “Mom! You’re so rude!” So they are mother and daughter.
“I’m Lorelai,” the older woman says, “and this is my daughter, Rory.”
“I’m Madison,” Madison says. “I live in Everwood, Colorado.”
“Never heard of it,” Lorelai says.
“Anyway,” Rory breaks in, “You should go to Lane’s concert. Tell her we sent you.”
“Okay,” Madison responds, thinking People certainly are trusting and open around here! Back home, she would never have walked up to a stranger and told them her name. But Lorelai and Rory seem to have no such qualms. “Where is it, again?”
They give her directions, and she inwardly sighs in relief. Something to do at last! And it sounds like it will be good. Of course, their opinions aren’t objective, considering they know someone in the band. But still…
The sun dips behind the trees and Madison realizes how long she’s been gone. “What time is it?”
Rory looks at her watch. “Six-fifteen.”
“I should go,” Madison says, hoping she’s not late for dinner. “I have to get back.”
“Nice to meet you, Madison,” says Lorelai. “Say hi to Miss Patty for us.”
“I will,” she says. “It was nice to meet you, too.”
“Bye,” Rory calls after her as she starts to walk away.