AN:Okay So this is extremely different from my other Rory/Finn story. This one is not a fluffy and may contain a little darker themes. If you crave happy fluffy stories, this is not the story for you. If you choose to read this story you have to bear with me, it will be a little sad in the beginning, but it will get better. I'm sorry but this first chapter may upset some of you, but it had to be done. I will judge on the feedback whether or not I continue the story.
This story is launched from an AU point. I will try my best to remain true to as many characters as I can, but the nature of the story will have them scting different than they did in the show.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore girls or any of the characters.

Her heart felt like it had stop beating all together. Somehow she made it out of the car, but no further than that. Her mind was screaming at her to move, but her body felt numb and it had nothing to do with the winter rain.

She was aware of all the people that were now surrounding her. They were asking her questions she couldn't answer; questions she didn't want to answer. She recognized some of the voices, but couldn't actually see any of their faces.

All she could see was the mangled mess in front of her. Twisted metal and shattered glass covered the road while the smell of burning rubber filled the air; she felt like she was going to be sick.

She suddenly felt a hand on her back; whoever it belonged to was currently guiding her in the direction of the chaos. When she finally realized this she put up a little resistance. She didn't want to see; she didn't want to know.

She was not, in fact, led to the mangled remains of the Jeep, but instead to an ambulance that she had not realized had even arrived. Before she could protest she was being lifted in to the ambulance and the doors were shut behind her.

There she was; Lorelai Victoria Gilmore; her best friend, her rock, her mom. There was no stopping it; Rory began to cry uncontrollably at the sight of her bloodied mother. She had a large gash along the side of her face, a dark bruise forming along her jaw, and busted lip. Rory was sure there were many more injuries under her mom's clothes, but she couldn't fathom even trying to imagine the severity of them right now. Especially seeing as her mom was 6 months pregnant. She didn't want to know what may have happened to her baby brother.

As her vision blurred with tears she heard her mom's voice. "Hey kid," it was barely a whisper.

"Mom?" Rory moved closer ignoring the paramedic on the other side of the gurney. "Mom, I'm right here. They're going to take you to the hospital. You're going to be okay mom." He voice cracked at that last sentence.

Lorelai lifted a scraped up hand and reached for Rory's hand. "Honey, whatever happens, to me or the baby, everything will be okay. You will be ok…"

"No mom. You're going to be fine. Caleb is going to be fine. You will bo…" she lost her sentence in her sobs. She brought her mom's hand up to her cheek. "You have to be fine, mom. You cannot leave me. I cannot make it without you."

When her mom spoke again her voice was a little louder, "Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, I do not want to hear you talk like that. Whatever happens, you have to be strong. I need you to be strong for Luke, for Caleb, for mom and dad, and especially for yourself." Talking clearly was a hard task at the moment for her.

Rory summoned all the strength she had to lift her gaze to meet her mom's eyes. She could see that her mom was resisting the urge to cry. Too bad she wasn't as strong. A few wave of tears rolled down her cheeks.

She rode the remainder of the ride in silence holding on to her mom's hand for dear life. Before she knew it the ambulance had come to a stop and the paramedics where opening the back doors.

As Rory climbed out of the vehicle she saw Luke and Logan pull up in front of her. Luke had been in the car, but he hadn't been on the side that was hit. He still looked like he could use a doctor. He had a cut just above his eyebrow that looked to be a good 3 inches long. He also had several bruises covering the rest of his face.

Logan started to walk towards her but she was too concerned with where they were taking her mother. She turned and followed the paramedics into the hospital.

Nurses showed up and a bunch of information was being exchanged. Rory knew she ought to listen to what was being said, but she was too focused on her mom. "Mom, I love you. You will be okay, okay?" She felt more tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I love you too, kid" her mom replied before a doctor said something that caught them both off guard.

"Emergency C-section," the doctor, who Rory didn't even see arrive, said to the two nurses at his side.

The gurney immediately started to roll away, and Rory felt a pair of hands wrap around her shoulders holding her back from following.

"Wait! That's my mother!" She turned around to see the apologetic face of the paramedic holding her. "Please. Please, I have to go back with her. She needs me. I have to be with her. She needs me. Please." Her pleas quickly turned into uncontrollable sobs.

She felt a different pair of arms wrap around her in a tight hug. Through her tears she was just barely able to make out Luke's face. "Lu-Luke th-th-they took her b-back for an emergency C-section. Th-they w-won't let me b-back."

Luke didn't say anything; he just held her a little tighter until her sobs quieted.

They were all ushered to the surgery waiting room. Shortly after her arrival, Rory's grandparents and Christopher showed up.

Everyone was nervously waiting for anyone to tell them anything on Lorelai's progress. Was she okay? Was Caleb okay? What was taking so long? No one spoke. Richard was holding Emily, Christopher was pacing the room and Rory was sitting on the sofa flanked my Luke and Logan.

After what felt like hours, the doctor finally made his appearance. Rory immediately jumped up to walk toward him. She didn't have to ask the question; it was etched in her face.

"Mr. Danes?" he asked looking around the room.

Luke appeared at Rory's side.

"You son has been born; 4lbs. 2oz." There was no joy in his voice. Something you would usually expect from a doctor telling a man he has a son. "He is in the NICU right now."

"Wh-what about my mom?" Rory interjected.

The doctor's eyes darted to all the occupants of the room. "She had a lot of internal bleeding. Once the baby was delivered we made every effort to stop the bleeding, but she had lost more blood than we anticipated. I'm so sorry, but we were not able to save her."

Rory couldn't move. She heard her grandmother cry out for her daughter; she heard her grandfather's consoling words. Someone was touching her but she didn't care to know who. All she knew was her mom had died.

Her mom had died.