Okay, so this story was inspired by the fact that I am dying without new Gilmore Girls and for some reason, I love to write angst. So this is a nice angsty story about what I don't want to happen after the finale, but I wrote it down anyways. I'm not sure if it should be a one-parter or not, I'll let ya'll decide.

Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, the dream in the season three premier wouldn't have been a dream. They belong to Amy Sherman-Pallidino…and I'm sure I spelled that wrong, but yea.

"Luke, will you marry me?"

"What?"

"Will you…"

A look of horror suddenly crossed Lorelai's features.

"Oh God, what am I doing? Things are really good between us. Great really. We've finally found our niche. We fit together as girlfriend and boyfriend. The town has finally quit talking about ribbons. You got me a TV. And then here I go, waltzing in here, a wreck, and you do what you always do and be the greatest boyfriend ever and try to help me figure out how to get Rory back, even if your ideas are a little unorthodox, and I suddenly have an epiphany and decided I'm going to screw up a good thing and ask you to marry me. Please, just forget that this ever happened."

She had stood up and was heading to the door when Luke finally spoke up.

"So the offer's off the table?"

Lorelai paused, her hand on the doorknob. Something in Luke's voice made her turn around. He had sounded…disappointed.

She turned slowly, trying to figure out if she had just imagined the tone, if her mind had added the inflection she desperately wanted to hear, but no. When she met Luke's eyes, she was sure she had heard right. He looked so sad, just standing there in the middle of his diner, his brow creased as he waited for her answer.

And right then, more than ever before, she knew that the offer would never be off the table, that she would always want to be with Luke, marry Luke, and become Mrs. Backwards Baseball Cap.

She took a deep breath.

"Do you want it off?"

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see whatever inner struggle was going on within Luke as he tried to come up with an answer. All she knew was that whatever he said, she knew that eventually, she would marry this man, even if it took 50 years.

She heard him shuffling around, but waited another minute to see if he would answer her before opening her eyes.

"Oh my God."

Sitting in front of her on the table was a dark blue coffee mug, not unlike the ones she drank out of every day. But what made it so different were the words painted in bright pink cursive along the side.

Will you marry me, Crazy Lady?

And tied to the handle of the mug with a piece of white ribbon was an antique platinum engagement ring.

She looked up at Luke, shock still evident on her face. He gave her an unsure smile.

"Does this answer your question?"

She nodded mutely and tried to untie the ribbon, but her hands were shaking too much.

"Here"

Luke's gruff voice came from over her shoulder.

"Let me"

His arms slid around her waist from either side and his large hands deftly pulled the string as the ring fell into his palm. He then grabbed her hips and turned her around to face him.

"Lorelai Gilmore, will you marry me?"

She nodded, and he smiled the first real smile since she had come into the diner as he slid the ring onto her finger.

"I've had it behind the counter for a month, waiting for the right time. I was going to give it to you…"

He was cut off by the kiss Lorelai pressed to his lips, one that reminded him of their first kiss, over a year before. When everything was new and they were both unsure about the future, but both knew that the present, in that moment, was perfect and meant to be.

That had been four months ago.

Now, Lorelai was sitting on a trans-Atlantic flight to London, most of her possessions in the 5 people-sized suitcases in the cargo bay of the plane. In her hand she had Mike Armstrong's card with the number she was supposed to contact him with when she got to her hotel. They had been in the air for about 5 hours now, and Lorelai had yet to anything more than look out the window. The passenger next to her, a dark-haired woman in her early sixties, was trying to think of a way to strike up conversation when Lorelai let out a loud sigh and she saw her chance.

"I know that sigh."

"Huh?"

Lorelai had been lost in her own thoughts and had barely registered there was a person next to her; much less that she had started a conversation. She tried to go back to staring out the window listlessly, hoping the woman would take the hint that she didn't want to talk to anyone, but the lady was stubborn and refused to give up.

"Hi. I'm Melissa Monty. I was just commenting on how sad you sound. In my opinion, that's the sigh of a broken heart."

That got Lorelai's attention. She thought she was pretty good at hiding her true feelings, but obviously she was failing miserably. She gave the woman a watery smile, wanting her to continue.

"I'm Lorelai Gilmore. And about your observation, you might say that."

The lady now loosened her seatbelt and turned to face her, nodding understandingly.

"Just tell Melissa your problems. I'm a good listener. Did he cheat? Not want to commit? Just leave altogether?"

Lorelai shook her head sadly.

"None of the above. You might say that my heartbreak is…self-inflicted."

Melissa frowned at this. Lorelai couldn't be more than 40, and yet her deep blue eyes had the worn look of someone much older, who had a difficult life. She was a beautiful woman, and Melissa couldn't imagine why she would be so…down on herself.

"Did you cheat on him? If so, I'm sure you had a good reason. Women don't cheat on their men without reason, that's the man's job. My first husband, Stewart, he was the laziest many you'll ever meet this side of the Pacific Ocean. He wouldn't even get out of his chair to come to bed. So, naturally, a woman has to…"

She stopped when she saw Lorelai shaking her head, a slight smile on her face.

"I didn't cheat. There was no reason. Luke was…no is…perfect for me."

She felt the prickle of tears and tried to keep her voice steady.

"He sat there and waited for me for 8 years while I dated one wrong guy after the other. And then, when I did realize it, he was the most perfect boyfriend…He would do anything for me, even when I was dating someone else, he fixed every single thing in my house twice, he made me dinner practically every night, he kept up with my crazy train of thought most of the time, and he was just…he understands me, and I know I can trust him more than anyone else. Plus, he's gorgeous. Tall, muscular, tan…"

Her eyes clouded over in thought, and Melissa let her stay that way for a full minute, very generous, she thought, before finally growing impatient.

"Well Hun, I just don't get it. What's the problem then?"

Lorelai reached into her shirt and drew out a silver chain from around her neck that Melissa hadn't noticed before. And at the end of the chain hung an exquisite antique engagement ring. It looked very old but well taken care of and by the look in Lorelai's eyes, well loved.

Lorelai watched it swing gently infront of her face for a moment before finally turning to Melissa, the tears finally winning the battle as they slid down her cheeks.

"I got scared"

Okay, should I end it now, or keep going? I have an idea about what I would do if I continued, but let me warn you, it would be nice and angsty before it got better. So yea…hit the purple-blue button!