AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fic which came about when I started
envisioning where I expect S5 to go, knowing that it's unlikely that
they'll give us a "happily ever after" for Luke and Lorelai – not yet,
anyway. Please R&R! And of course I do not own these characters.
GILMORE RESIDENCE, 7PM SUNDAY AFTER THE TEST RUN OF THE INN
Lorelai barreled down the stairs, almost tripping on the way.
"Rory, I'm having a major wardrobe emergency, I need you!" she begged.
Rory turned away from the movie she was watching. "No flannel in that closet of yours?"
"Something tells me he'd rather not see flannel on me," replied Lorelai.
"Mom, the man adores you. You could wear something out of a Flock of Seagulls video and he'd still adore you."
"Rory!" pleaded Lorelai.
"OK, OK," Rory sighed as she paused the DVD player and got up. "I think you should wear that new red shirt with your black skirt."
"Which black skirt?" asked Lorelai. "My old 'come make out in the back of the bar' skirt, or my new 'successful business owner babe' skirt?"
"Business owner," replied Rory as she went with Lorelai up to her room.
Lorelai got the clothes out, but paused. "Do these look funny to you?" she asked as she held up the shirt, which appeared to be stretched wildly in all directions.
"Yeah, what's going on?"
Lorelai started going through all the clothes in the clothes basket. "Oh my God, they're all like that," she said with dismay.
"Washing machine must be on the fritz," commented Rory.
"What am I going to wear?" pleaded Lorelai, sounding desperate.
"Flannel is sounding better and better, huh?" said Rory as she got up and went over to Lorelai's closet. She started going through the clothes, and finally selected some. "Here. Wear these," she said as she handed them to Lorelai and went back downstairs.
Just then the phone rang. Rory went to get it.
"If that's Luke, tell him to bring coffee when he comes!" yelled Lorelai from the top of the stairs.
Rory picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Rory, it's Dean."
"Oh...hi," said Rory hesitantly.
"I need to talk to you."
Just then the doorbell rang. Rory could see Luke outside. "OK...can you hang on for a sec?" she asked. "OK."
Rory opened the door and let Luke in.
"Hey Luke," she said. "Mom's getting ready upstairs, she'll be down in a minute. Sorry, but I've got someone waiting on the phone." Rory explained.
"No problem," he said.
"You just make sure you have her home at a decent hour," Rory admonished him.
"I'll have her back by Thursday," he joked.
Rory took the phone into her room and closed the door. "OK, I can talk," she said.
"Rory, I've got so much I need to tell you," Dean started.
"Do you want to come over?" she asked. "Mom is going out, I'll be alone tonight."
"No, I can't....Rory, I told Lindsey what happened."
"OK...." Rory prodded.
"Oh God, Rory, I don't know how to say this. I don't know what to do here. I love you. I do. But Lindsey...she wants to try to work it out."
"Dean, you told me it was over with her."
"I know. I'm sorry. I really thought it was."
"But you don't love her!" Rory pleaded, starting to cry.
"I'm sorry Rory," Dean stammered. "I can't explain...I just...I'm married."
"You told me it was over," repeated Rory.
"Rory, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to hurt anyone."
"Dean, can you please come over here so we can talk?"
"No, Rory, if I come over I may never leave. I need to give this marriage a real effort."
Rory's sobs increased.
"I'm sorry Rory," Dean said as he hung up.
Rory hung up the phone. She watched Lorelai heading out the door with Luke, then collapsed on her bed, crying.
11PM, GILMORE RESIDENCE
Luke's truck pulled up to the house. Luke and Lorelai got out and headed towards the house.
"OK, you are no longer allowed to choose the movies," Lorelai said.
Luke shrugged. "It sounded like a good chick flick to me. If you had a problem with 18th century period movies with subtitles, you should have told me beforehand," he replied.
They strolled up to the porch, then paused.
"I had fun," said Lorelai.
"Liar," accused Luke as he took her in his arms and started to kiss her.
After a few moments, they paused. "Do you want to come in?" asked Lorelai.
Luke nodded as Lorelai opened the door and they walked in.
"Rory?" Lorelai called. She motioned for Luke to sit down as she went into the kitchen, looking for Rory.
"I wonder if she went out...."Lorelai called to Luke as she peered into Rory's bedroom, "No, wait, there she is, she's asleep already."
Lorelai walked back into the living room, Luke stood up, gathered her in his arms as they kissed.
Lorelai came up for air. "Do you want some coffee?" she asked.
"I don't drink that stuff," he reminded her.
"Tea?" she offered.
"You have no tea," he replied.
"I have water...I could boil it...we can see how it goes from there."
"Glass of water will do fine," Luke replied.
Lorelai went into the kitchen as Luke sat down. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who the hell?....can you get that Luke?" Lorelai called from the kitchen.
"Who the hell knocks on someone's door at this hour?" Luke grumbled as he got up. He opened the door.
It was Christopher.
GILMORE RESIDENCE, 7PM SUNDAY AFTER THE TEST RUN OF THE INN
Lorelai barreled down the stairs, almost tripping on the way.
"Rory, I'm having a major wardrobe emergency, I need you!" she begged.
Rory turned away from the movie she was watching. "No flannel in that closet of yours?"
"Something tells me he'd rather not see flannel on me," replied Lorelai.
"Mom, the man adores you. You could wear something out of a Flock of Seagulls video and he'd still adore you."
"Rory!" pleaded Lorelai.
"OK, OK," Rory sighed as she paused the DVD player and got up. "I think you should wear that new red shirt with your black skirt."
"Which black skirt?" asked Lorelai. "My old 'come make out in the back of the bar' skirt, or my new 'successful business owner babe' skirt?"
"Business owner," replied Rory as she went with Lorelai up to her room.
Lorelai got the clothes out, but paused. "Do these look funny to you?" she asked as she held up the shirt, which appeared to be stretched wildly in all directions.
"Yeah, what's going on?"
Lorelai started going through all the clothes in the clothes basket. "Oh my God, they're all like that," she said with dismay.
"Washing machine must be on the fritz," commented Rory.
"What am I going to wear?" pleaded Lorelai, sounding desperate.
"Flannel is sounding better and better, huh?" said Rory as she got up and went over to Lorelai's closet. She started going through the clothes, and finally selected some. "Here. Wear these," she said as she handed them to Lorelai and went back downstairs.
Just then the phone rang. Rory went to get it.
"If that's Luke, tell him to bring coffee when he comes!" yelled Lorelai from the top of the stairs.
Rory picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Rory, it's Dean."
"Oh...hi," said Rory hesitantly.
"I need to talk to you."
Just then the doorbell rang. Rory could see Luke outside. "OK...can you hang on for a sec?" she asked. "OK."
Rory opened the door and let Luke in.
"Hey Luke," she said. "Mom's getting ready upstairs, she'll be down in a minute. Sorry, but I've got someone waiting on the phone." Rory explained.
"No problem," he said.
"You just make sure you have her home at a decent hour," Rory admonished him.
"I'll have her back by Thursday," he joked.
Rory took the phone into her room and closed the door. "OK, I can talk," she said.
"Rory, I've got so much I need to tell you," Dean started.
"Do you want to come over?" she asked. "Mom is going out, I'll be alone tonight."
"No, I can't....Rory, I told Lindsey what happened."
"OK...." Rory prodded.
"Oh God, Rory, I don't know how to say this. I don't know what to do here. I love you. I do. But Lindsey...she wants to try to work it out."
"Dean, you told me it was over with her."
"I know. I'm sorry. I really thought it was."
"But you don't love her!" Rory pleaded, starting to cry.
"I'm sorry Rory," Dean stammered. "I can't explain...I just...I'm married."
"You told me it was over," repeated Rory.
"Rory, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to hurt anyone."
"Dean, can you please come over here so we can talk?"
"No, Rory, if I come over I may never leave. I need to give this marriage a real effort."
Rory's sobs increased.
"I'm sorry Rory," Dean said as he hung up.
Rory hung up the phone. She watched Lorelai heading out the door with Luke, then collapsed on her bed, crying.
11PM, GILMORE RESIDENCE
Luke's truck pulled up to the house. Luke and Lorelai got out and headed towards the house.
"OK, you are no longer allowed to choose the movies," Lorelai said.
Luke shrugged. "It sounded like a good chick flick to me. If you had a problem with 18th century period movies with subtitles, you should have told me beforehand," he replied.
They strolled up to the porch, then paused.
"I had fun," said Lorelai.
"Liar," accused Luke as he took her in his arms and started to kiss her.
After a few moments, they paused. "Do you want to come in?" asked Lorelai.
Luke nodded as Lorelai opened the door and they walked in.
"Rory?" Lorelai called. She motioned for Luke to sit down as she went into the kitchen, looking for Rory.
"I wonder if she went out...."Lorelai called to Luke as she peered into Rory's bedroom, "No, wait, there she is, she's asleep already."
Lorelai walked back into the living room, Luke stood up, gathered her in his arms as they kissed.
Lorelai came up for air. "Do you want some coffee?" she asked.
"I don't drink that stuff," he reminded her.
"Tea?" she offered.
"You have no tea," he replied.
"I have water...I could boil it...we can see how it goes from there."
"Glass of water will do fine," Luke replied.
Lorelai went into the kitchen as Luke sat down. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who the hell?....can you get that Luke?" Lorelai called from the kitchen.
"Who the hell knocks on someone's door at this hour?" Luke grumbled as he got up. He opened the door.
It was Christopher.