Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Gilmore Girls. I borrow them to play in my stories and rightfully return them to their rightful owner, so don't sue me.

Warning

This is a very dark and violent story(about half way through). I want to warn everyone that it is nothing like my other fanfics. Though the story ends on an up note there are mature themes throughout. Please don't hate me, the story took on a life of it's own.

Jason

He had lost everything, his job, his business, and his woman. It had happened in an instant and without any regards to him. Everything that was important to him was taken away and he was left with nothing including his pride and dignity. He had been raped of his life. His world with fancy dinners, and trips for business to exotic places, all gone and there was only the Gilmore's to blame.

For weeks after he had tried to get his life back. He tried to make contact after contact. He called, he networked but he was a pariah. No one wanted anything to do with him. Now he had nothing but loathing, frustration and anger in him. It had been bubbling in his stomach and had creeped slowly up into his being.

Soon he would have to move. His beloved apartment, which he had decorated to his liking, would soon be gone too. He could not afford to continue wasting the rent on it, and would have to downsize. , The rage started in his stomach and was boiling through his body. It was uncontrollable. Her face suddenly flashed before his eyes. Her face, the face of his final undoing. He picked up a glass and threw it at the wall with great force. It shattered into millions of tiny pieces. He didn't care, he didn't need the glass.

He had gone to the Inn's opening. He had tried to talk to her. Tried to convince her this was all a mistake, to get her back. She ignored his pleas. She got angry with him. Imagine that her angry at him! She brought him food and left him there while she tended to everyone else. Then came the phone call that my apartment was on fire. She was probably behind that little game. She probably had a staff member call to get rid of me. They probably laughed about it later. She didn't even respect him. She had helped strip him of everything; she had played with his emotions, for the last time.

He would give her no choice, she would see him, and she would become his. She was going to hear him out no matter what, he would convince her. If he could get her alone, she would have no choice. Jason Stile was someone and she was going to learn that one-way or the other, they all will.

He had a plan. He knew her well enough. He could predict her comings and goings. If anything Lorelai was a creature of habit. He knew Friday nights were best. Dinner at the Gilmore's followed by coffee at Luke's and then home. Soon she would deal with everything that happened. He sat on the edge of his bed, in total darkness. He had only to wait now, for the right opportunity. He had nothing but time. He sat there in his room rocking gently side to side. "Nothing but time."

Lorelai

Lorelai couldn't believe Luke had finally come home from Maine. He had been away 7seven weeks. They had talked every night he was away, and he had asked her to wait for him. She had truly missed him while he was away. They had had their first date at Sniffy's, which had gone wonderfully. She often replayed the horoscope part in her mind. He had waited eight years for her. Eight years! Luke had said he was all in and had asked her if she was afraid. She had thought about it and she truly wasn't. Nothing about Luke made her afraid in this relationship. She felt safe.

Today she had woken up, showered and gotten dressed quickly, so she could stop at Luke's for a bite to eat. Thursdays were her days to do billing and paperwork at the Inn, so she had a little leeway to sneak out and see him a couple of times today. She would go order a coffee and just sit there and watch him work, which he hated, but she loved! He was not at all hard on the eyes. Life was good.

The bells rang announcing her entrance as she walked in.

"Luke!! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, COFFEE, PLEASE?" she begged him.

"What you don't have any at home?" he giggled. He would make her squirm a little. He knew she just wanted to tease him.

"Sorry we're out" he smiled at her.

She gave him a big frown and tried to look around him.

"Luke Danes don't you give me that! I can see the full pot right there. Now gimmme gimme gimme NOW!!!!!" and she pouted at him. She knew he could not resist the Lorelai pout. Her and Rory had it down to a science and no man had ever been able to resist the pout. Luke was no exception.

Luke leaned over the counter, and right up to her ear.

"That's what you were saying last night, and have I ever denied you?" Lorelai flushed and looked up into his blue eyes.

"Nope" she answered with a huge smile and he handed her the coffee. He knew complaining about her coffee intake was futile, and had given up on it unless she was strung out on the caffeine.

"Would you like anything else, Lorelai?" Luke asked playfully.

" Dirty! Well there are a few things I can think of, but they will have to wait, I am late for work. So, could I just please have a double chocolate, chocolate chip muffin to go?"

She leaned over the counter and placed a couple of kisses on Luke's lips. She instantly thought about eight years of wasted time, and wasted kisses. All this time she could have been kissing him. Luke could kiss, and kiss better than anyone she had every known. She sauntered out of the diner, knowing he was watching her walk away. She then got in her jeep and drove towards the Inn.

Her phone rang as she was parking the car at The Dragonfly Inn. It was Rory.

"Hey Kiddo" Lorelai said.

"Hey Mom. How is everything going?"

"It's going very well, woke up this morning and now getting to work. Tonight Luke and I are going out again, and who knows what dirtiness may ensue." Lorelai giggled.

"Mom, keep your filthiness to yourself please. I don't want that mental picture, if you don't mind. Hey, I was calling because I am way behind on some stuff. Would you mind terribly if I didn't come home this weekend?"

"No movie night? Who am I going to get to watch Casablanca with?" Lorelai was disappointed. She had wanted to spend sometime with Rory. She had been missing her.

"Oh let's see maybe the man you are doing your dirtiness with?"

"Well, if you must. Will you be at dinner tomorrow though?" hiding her disappointment. Lorelai knew tat her daughter was growing up and she would have to face seeing her less and less.

"Yes, I promise?"

"Ok, see you then, and thanks Mom. Love ya."

"Right back at ya. Bye sweetie."

Lorelai closes her phone and walks into the Inn to get her paper work done. Tonight she would have her fun, but right now it was all business. She walked in and started the day.

Jason

It had been two weeks since Jason had left his apartment. He did nothing but pace the floor, eat cold delivery pizza, get angrier and finally fine-tune his plan. He was now obsessed with his plan. It is what he thought about day and night. Her and the damn plan. His anger had continued to build, he didn't shower, or clean, his blinds were permanently drawn. He was living in filth. God he hated what she had made him. Yes, she had done this, she and her well to do family. They destroyed his future; his life and he had nothing. How dare they think this was over? That they would pay for destroying his life and leaving him this way, only a shadow of a man. At first it had been about talking, but now the darkness had crept in, and his anger had helped him devise the plan. Now it was about payback. The Gilmore's would understand his pain, and what they did to him. They would learn to what it feels like to have something taken away. His mind became dark again, as dark as the room he was sitting in. He lay back on the bed.

"They will pay, she will pay, she will be mine," he mumbled over and over.

Darkness overtook him though and it was only noontime. He would wait. There was only a little time left. He would wait.

Lorelai

Her date with Luke had again been wonderful. Waking up this morning in his arms felt like home. They had made love three different times; from the time they finished eating and when they finally fell asleep. She smiled when she thought of the feel of his hands, and lips, and a shiver ran down her spine. Luke was a wonderful lover. Attentive to her needs and very experienced. She was sure that he had had plenty of practice over the years. He had the most erotic touch of any man she had ever known, even though his hands were huge. A touch from him would send shivers all over her body, and make her feel weak in the knees. She would also remember what he looked like and she would feel hot all over. She had been thinking of it all day and she had, had trouble concentrating on her work.

Today was finally Friday. It had been a long but wonderful week. The Inn had been hopping. Booked to capacity for this weekend and it had been like that all week. They had a small anniversary party on Saturday afternoon that Lorelai had to put an appearance in, and a few things to talk to Sookie before hand. Then she would be free to spend the day as she wanted, and she wanted to spend it with Luke. She had somehow talked him into not working and spending the rest of the weekend with her. Caesar would work for the weekend, but Luke had to work today and tonight. She was so excited about her weekend with Luke and his undivided attention. Finally some long quality time with him, and she didn't care what they did, as long as it was together. He would pick her up roughly about 5 pm giving her plenty of time to get ready before hand.

Right now, she was preparing herself for what she was sure was going to be an eventful Friday night dinner at the Gilmore's. It was 6 pm they were expecting her.

Lorelai rang the doorbell, and the maid immediately opened the door. She handed the maid her coat, and was told to go to the sitting room where her parents and Rory were waiting for her. The usual pleasantries or un-pleasantries were exchanged. She hugged Rory and sat next to her on the sofa.

"Lorelai, have you heard from Jason Stile's since the Inn opening?" asked Richard.

"No, Dad, and thank God. I think he took the hint. I was really nervous there for a while, with the game he was playing at the Inn at the test run. He wouldn't leave."

"Well, interesting thing is that no one has heard from him in weeks. People in the business are talking about him, and he has lost any hope of ever being accepted back into this business at least around here. He has not done anything about the lawsuit." Lorelai knew what her father had done was horrible. He had taken everything away from him, and yet she could not say anything. She had not helped by making things worse and dumping him. She was the nail on the coffin.

"Well hopefully he won't materialize soon and his lawsuit will be closed."

The conversation turned to Rory and her studies, and what she was planning to do this summer. All thoughts of Jason erased form their minds.

Soon the evening was finally over and after saying their goodbyes, Lorelai headed home. Tonight she was going to just soak in the tub and get all primped up for tomorrow. Then she was going to throw on a good movie and probably fall asleep on the couch with Paul Anka.