Coffee, Gilmores, and Slayers, Oh MY
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Loralei "Rory" Leigh Gilmore had been having strange dreams lately. Always about young women fighting strange creatures. Adding to that fact that she had been showing unusual strength, speed, senses, and dexterity, Rory was doing what any normal person would do. She was freaking out.
Walking across Yale’s campus, Rory was headed to her dorm, when she felt someone behind her. Right as the person was about to grab her shoulder Rory spun, grabbed his hand and arm, and then flipped him over her shoulder on to his back. Then she straddled his waist and used her forearm to constrict his airflow. Rory did this on autopilot, letting her instinct guide her, in only a matter of seconds.
Looking at the person who she was pinning she lifted her forearm up while apologizing profusely. “I am so, so, sorry. I’ve just been on edge lately. Oh god, I didn’t hurt you did I? Oh I’m so, so, so, so, so, sorry.” Rory said blushing.
“It’s O.K. Ace.” Logan told her when he regained his breath. “Think maybe you can get off my legs though? They’re going numb.”
Getting up Rory continued to apologize while helping Logan up. Waving off her apology Logan asked her if she was O.K.
“I’m the one who just flipped you over their shoulder and your asking me if I’m ok?” Rory asked incredulously.
“Yeah well, you look a little more freaked about what you just did then I am.” He told her. Freaking out Rory started walking away, hoping to dodge any unwanted questions. Logan followed. “Hey wait up. I could be wrong but I think you might owe me an explanation, as to what the hell just happened here.” Logan said to her.
Fighting back tears, Rory stopped and turned to face him. Holding her head high she said, “I have no idea.” Then went back to walking.
“What do you mean, you have no idea?” He asked her. “Damn it Rory, talk to me.” At the use of her name coming from him she stopped walking. Finding a nearby bench, she sat down. Logan sat beside her.
Turning to him a few tears managed to escape. “I’m so scared right now. I don’t know what to do or who to turn to.”
“Talk to me. I promise I’ll help anyway I can.”
And she told him everything. The dreams, the newfound abilities, the feeling like a freak. Rory looked at him. “Do you think I’m a freak?” She asked him, looking wide-eyed and scared.
“No, I think you’re even more special then I originally thought.” Logan told her. Grabbing her hand he dragged her up. “Come on, there’s something you need to see.”