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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gilmore Girls and I doubt that that'll change any time in the foreseeable future

CHAPTER ONE

She knew that she was in trouble the moment that she heard Emily Gilmore screeching her name.

"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore! You are in BIG trouble, young lady!"

Normally, she would have mouthed those words in time with her mother, but even she had to acknowledge the fact that doing so right now was not a good idea.

"I mean, what were you thinking?! A person does not just up and leave like that, Lorelai, it's not how things are done..." She zoned out, mentally blocking her mother's voice as she waited for the elder woman to finish her tirade.

"-But of course, Lorelai Gilmore does that - she's free and not bound by the rules of society! Well do you know what? That's not true! Just because you think something doesn't make it so, and I promise you, young lady, we shall be having some very strong words when we get home!"

"MOM!" Finally, she'd had enough, she couldn't take it any more. "Mom, give it a rest. I'm sorry, okay?!"

Emily raised an eyebrow. "Well that certainly sounded heartfelt. Your father and I find a message from you telling us that you'd 'had enough and weren't coming home', spent the following three hours trying to locate you, before getting a phone call from a complete stranger telling us that you were at her hotel where you'd gone and begged for a job, but obviously with an apology like that, how can I possibly stay mad. Clearly you regret your actions!"

Lorelai closed her eyes and sighed, knowing that there was nothing she could do or say in her defense. But then again, how was that any different from usual?

When she'd left earlier that afternoon, she hadn't given much thought as to what she was going to do, nor where she was going to stay. All she really knew was that she was going to get away from the Gilmores and their suffocating lifestyle - she didn't want her daughter to grow up being subjected to it. Well, clearly that plan had worked.

Instead of finding a job - and a place to live - anywhere, she'd instead been told by numerous people that, due to her lack of credentials and experience, she wasn't worth the risk of hiring. Which was a really low blow when the places she was going to weren't necessarily the... nicest... of places themselves.

By the time it was dark, it had started to pour with rain and she was desperate - not to mention that Rory was getting hungry and tired. Marching to the front desk of the first inn she happened to pass, she demanded a job, squaring up her shoulders and looking the manager right in the eye.

Unfortunately, it would seem that presenting yourself as a soaking wet, teenage mother runaway was not exactly the best idea, and through the means of hot, strong coffee and sticky toffee cakes, the manager had eventually convinced Lorelai to let her call the girl's parents, efficiently thwarting her escape plan.

"Are you even listening?!" Emily's pointed look and sharp tone cut through her thoughts, forcing her to concentrate on her mother once more.

"Sorry." She sighed again, "Look, Rory's tired and her clothes are still damp. Let's just go home."

Emily's expression softened a fraction at the mention of her granddaughter's name. She pursed her lips. "Fine,but don't think that we're done talking about this - and I expect that your father will also have something to say once we get home. Now hurry up, I'm getting a chill."

With that, Emily turned to leave, giving her daughter no choice but to scoop up Rory and grab the bag of clothes that she'd hurriedly packed previously, before following the elder Gilmore out of the inn and toward the car that awaited them.

As she clambered into the backseat, Lorelai sighed once more, silently wishing for the day to come when she could escape from her parent's grip and finally get the chance to live her own life.