AN: This takes place immediately after Rory shows Jess the first three chapters of her book in the Revival. This is my first fanfiction so I'm not sure yet whether I will continue the story or leave it as a one-shot.

"Can electricity travel through fabric?" he silently contemplated.

Looking down at the wooly collar of his jacket where her hands had been pressed just seconds ago he decided matter-of-factly that wool is a conductor, because how else could he explain the sparks that had spread from the fabric to his chest and were now coursing through his body.

"Static electricity," Jess assured himself knowing full well that the only chemistry he had ever concerned himself with in school involved more lips and skin than protons and electrons. Jess shook his head as if the motion could shake off the memories of his time in Stars Hallow with her that were bubbling to surface; his brain automatically associating books and lips with Rory. She'd tried to make him study, but they'd always end up on the couch above the dinner in the apartment he shared with Luke, kissing until neither of them could breathe. That part had always worked.

He meant what he had said to Luke. Things with Rory were long over. Long, long over. More than 10 years over. This town was just making him nostalgic.

Jess picked up his duffel bag and shrugged it over his shoulder, turning his body to take one last glance through the window. Rory was placing a blanket gently over Kirk's couch-ridden frame. She had this serene smile on her face as she doted on the town lunatic that he hadn't seen grace her features since they were much younger; he felt it pull him closer to the window, rooting his boots to the porch. She'd always been like a magnet.

Earlier this year when they'd had lunch, if one could call scotch lunch, she had seemed so un-anchored, just floating about in a storm of bitterness, her passion for journalism extinguished. It was the same Rory he'd visited during her DAR days; then he'd tried his best to put her back together after he'd so carelessly broken her. A part of Jess hoped his suggestion to write a book was the cause for the electric flashes of the old Rory he was witnessing through the window and sprung from his jacket as she excitedly showed him the first three chapters of her book.

Feeling his gaze on her back – a sensation she remembered from back when Jess worked at Luke's and would watch her drink coffee from behind his book, feigning disinterest – Rory looked up and locked her blue eyes on his brown. Offering a friendly wave, her eyes drifted to the three chapters on the table and a smile escaped.

Just like that, the spell was broken and the laws of physics resumed their usual workings. Jess's feet carried him down the steps, a little less sure that it was long over.