A/N: This is my second fanfic, guys! I really wanted to write a fanfic with a lot of fighting and conflict between the JJs. I dunno why, though. So here it is! I beg of you to review after you read.

Background: Luke and Lorelai have been dating for a few months and it has been pretty smooth so far. Christopher came back, making Luke nervous and jealous. This happens a couple days after Christopher's exit. PS: It happens the same time as the actual show, but the reason Christopher comes back is because Sherri kicked him out since he was never home. He finds Lorelai to be the main source of his relief.

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Chapter One: Battle between the Lovers

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The fast fading evening light hugged Lorelai as she trotted down the street towards the diner. She had missed her and Luke's last few dates. All of them had been canceled to be with Christopher, to take care of him and convince him he'd be all right by himself if he left. All except the last one. The last had been to get rid of him and to see him off.

Christopher grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. She resisted immediately, pushing against him and trying to voice her protest. He pulled away from her, confused.

"What's the matter, Lor?"

Lorelai pushed him away violently, wiping her mouth in disgust.

"What's the matter? I have a boy friend, Chris! You can't just go and kiss me! We're not together! I didn't even send you any signals!"

"You've been spending more and more time with me!"

"All the time trying to make you go away!" Lorelai turned and grabbed his nearly empty bag and tossed it at him. "Pack and get out. I never want to see you again, unless you're with Rory." She put her hands on her hips and stared angrily at him.

"What went wrong? What happened?" he asked in exasperation.

"I fell in love. I fell in love with Luke." She watched as his face changed from confusion to anger to jealousy to defeat.

"So this is what you want?"

Lorelai nodded. "More than anything."

Luke had been suspicious, even jealous. But that would change. Lorelai smiled a little smile, happy to be seeing Luke after so long. She also had a little secret. No, two secrets. Both that she wished would soon be revealed, and both she wished Luke would be happy about.

She pushed open the door to the diner and went inside. There were about four people in the restaurant who paid no attention to her. Luke was nowhere to be seen, so she sat at the counter, tapping her fingers on the counter mindlessly. He came out of the kitchen, wiping his hand on a rag, not noticing her at first. When he looked up she smiled coyly at him and gave a little wave. Instead of responding, he quickly looked back down at his hands, finding them fascinating.

"Luke?" she asked quietly. He looked up, but not at her.

"What?" His question was clipped and his tone harsh.

"Coffee?" she nearly whispered, suddenly hurt.

He poured her a mug of coffee and as he did so she said playfully, "No witty banter?" He ignored her, putting down the cup in front of her. She touched his hand before it left the handle, but he yanked it away violently. She narrowed her eyes angrily, surprised.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked curtly.

"Nothing," he replied, just as curtly.

"Obviously someone shoved a stick up your ass."

Luke abruptly slammed his fists onto the counter, his eyes glittering and his expression furious, making the customers and Lorelai jump.

"And I think you need to shut your mouth."

"Where did that come from? You woke up on the wrong side of the bed didn't you?"

"You're the one who contributed the most to my mood. Blame it on yourself."

Luke was angry. Actually, he was furious. And he had every right to be. Lorelai had dropped him completely for Christopher. To take care of him and mend his broken heart. She had insisted that it was nothing. But nothing didn't include ignoring your boyfriend for three weeks. He was pissed.

"Excuse me? I've been here for only a few minutes! I did nothing to deserve this!" she snapped, standing up, unable to sit.

"Nothing my ass!"

"What the hell are you so upset about?"

"Your new boyfriend!"

"My wha...?" Realization hit her. Christopher. Instead of understanding, she became angrier. "Oh! So the only reason you're upset is because you can't control your petty jealousy! Get a grip!"

"You told me it was nothing! If it's nothing, why are you spending every waking moment with your ex-boyfriend and the father of your child?!" As somewhat of an afterthought, he added, "Probably even your sleeping moments, too!"

"You think I'm sleeping with Christopher?!" she growled. "How could you possibly think that of me?"

With dead sincerity and an empty voice, Luke said, "Because I'm certain that it's the truth."

Lorelai's anger left her and tears sprung to her eyes. Did he think so low of her? She crossed her arms, hugging herself.

"Do you distrust me so much? Hate me so much?"

Luke's heart clenched at the dullness of her voice.

"Maybe we shouldn't be together, Lorelai, if you'd rather be with someone else."

"Fine. Then we won't be."

"Then it's over, Lorelai."

She was silent a moment, her lip trembling, but the rage and sadness was visible as she started to shake slightly and then more violently.

"I hate you Luke Danes!!!"

Her statement rang out into the air with such force that neither Luke nor the astonished customers noticed her departure.

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Lorelai trotted away from the diner, her tears flowing freely now that no one could see her in the darkness of night. Her intention was to get home and cry herself to sleep, but her body nearly collapsed in front of the gazebo and she was forced to climb its stairs and sit on one of its white benches. She buried her head in her arms on her knees, stifling her sobs.

What had happened? One minute she was ecstatic to finally have gotten rid of Christopher and to tell Luke that she was in love with him among other things. The next minute they were screaming at each other. And then she was yelling that she hated him. But she didn't. She definitely did not hate Luke. Why had she gotten so angry? PMS? Hormones? But she wasn't a teenager. She should have control of her hormones by now. Oh yeah. There's another time when your hormones go haywire. And she was suffering from that thing. No, not suffering, just dealing with it. It was not PMS. She needed a hug. A hug from Luke. But her and Luke were no longer in a relationship and he probably hated her by now. Rory was at Yale. Sookie had to deal with Davy, who was still causing problems. So she was alone. How wonderful.

She collected her nerves and stood. She desperately wanted to turn and look at the diner, seeing how she would never go bear it again, but her tears had only temporarily subsided and she had to get home before they exploded into sobs again. Lorelai walked quickly to her house, wiping her nose every few seconds.

When she was inside the Gilmore house, she began to climb the stairs to her room. She froze halfway up.

Her bed smelled like Luke. Luke was the first man who had ever slept in her bed. Ever. With her especially. He was the first man who had made love to her in her house. She would never be able to sleep with his scent filling her mind.

She turned and hurried back down the stairs and into Rory's room. This was the closest she would get to her daughter.

The curly haired woman took some of the clothing Rory had left behind and changed into them. She climbed into the small bed and pulled the pink blanket over her, all the way up to her chin.

And then the tears came again.

What was she going to do? She couldn't live without Luke! She loved him more than anything. Her life would be dull without him. Plus, she would go insane without his coffee, let alone him.

She cried herself to sleep, as she had earlier planned, thoughts of Luke filling her dreams and despair overtaking her mind.

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Lorelai woke up the next morning feeling groggy and confused. She was disoriented for a moment, having forgotten where she had fallen asleep.

When she realized she was in Rory's bed, the last night's events came to her like a hurricane. Maybe it had all been a dream?

Before she could evaluate the events at Luke's, she jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom where morning sickness kicked in. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she found herself looking at a woman with runny mascara and tearstains plastered on her cheeks.

Last night had been real.

And then she remembered a dream that she had had.

She couldn't be a depressed mess for the rest of her life. She had taught herself how to live without men. She didn't need them; they were a luxury. She couldn't sit here and mope. Her life had to go on.

Being alone romantically wasn't so bad. She had Rory and Sookie and the Dragonfly. Everything would be fine.

She would have to raise another fatherless child alone, and that was all right.

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A/N: So did you like it? I read somewhere that they have their first fight soon. Over a boat. Hmm. Luke is weird. But I love him. (::eyes glaze over as she imagines doing dirty things with said incredibly wonderful and sexy man::) Hey, didn't some dirty stuff go on after another one of my fanfics? Sorry, I couldn't resist! Please review. I don't think I'll post another chapter until I get at least five reviews. Bribery is the best weapon.