I'm sorry I've been the worst author in Gilmore Girls history! School had be completely tighted up, and being that I was a student who hasn't had many good grades in the last six years, I didn't have all the time I thought I'd have to write stories. Now I'm no longer in school and have way more time on my hands.

Not sure how long this story will be but it's not a happy ending story.. Least not right away.

I'll update every few days so I can update my Degrassi fanfic as often. If you're into Degrassi, please give it a little r+r :]

Title: Broken Mirror

Characters: Rory Gilmore, Lorelai Gilmore, Luke Danes, Dean Forrester, Jess Mariano, and several other appearances by the regular television show cast. Then there's the characters I made up.

Rating: T - It may switch up. I'll change the rating if it does, and mention it.

Summary: Rory Gilmore, twenty-seven year old mother found herself in a horrible position: no job and with a kid. She had absolutely no money, and nowhere to go. Other than Stars Hollow, that is. All the stress is taking a big toll on Rory, and often makes her ill.

With the help of her coffee-addicted, free spirit mother, Lorelai, and her finance Luke Danes, Rory is able to pick up the pieces and finally provide a safe enviornment to let her daughter grow up. The financial issues are also in the clear.

When things finally start to look up, her life takes a spiral toll to places she didn't even expect!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or the cast. I own a few select characters, but if you're new to the GG world, go to IMDb and look up who the real characters are and then you'll know which I made up and which I'm using =). The events taken place in this story are fictional and does not/has not happened in the 'reality' of the television program, Gilmore Girls, or the lives of the characters they portray.

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'Welcome to Stars Hollow, the best kept secret of Connecticut since 1875' I saw on the Stars Hollow town sign, on the side of the clean road.

I feel like I've been driving around in circles for three years straight. Maybe because I was? Always off to a new location, always in a brand new city.

I've secretly driven here quite a few times, my mother, completely unaware and oblivious to my being back in the area. I just needed a little sense of normality; and to know that she's still doing okay.
I haven't actually spoken to her in six months, but on e-mail every few weeks. And you know how e-mails are: short, undescriptive and often, forgotten.

Since I haven't got a computer, I can only rely on the library computers, if where I'm staying has a library in town.

And then there's the story of Brodie, my baby girl. I enrolled her in a school, but had to take her out and put her in a new one. We went through this process numerous times, but eventually, I kept her in one school even if we moved again. There she slept, soundlessly still as I drove over the smooth pavement.

I had decided that this drive to Stars Hollow, I'd make a public appearance at the old Gilmore home. I decided I'd tell my mom what's been going on and how the financial debts have increased. I needed help. All I know is I can't let Brodie be ripped away from me. She was all I had and was the only source of light inside my soul these past few years.
I never planned on asking my mother to help, or anyone for that matter. It was too embarrassing to beg for money, and let my family know that all the extra hardwork in school and extra education got me nowhere. If it wasn't bad enough that five years ago I got pregnant and my fiancee died shortly after Brodie was born, this was definetely a new stage of low for them.

I couldn't bare anymore disappointment. Just a few more blocks and I'll be home. My old home, I mean.

"Babe, wake up." I nudged Brodie's shoulder. "Brodie, honey, we're almost there."

"We are?" She yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Two blocks, to be exact." I smiled, looking at her from the rearview mirror.

She smiled and clapped quickly. She always asked when she could see her grandma again, so she was extremely excited for this little reunion.

I turned the car off and took a long breath. Was I really doing this? Will she be ashamed of me?

I grabbed Brodie's hand and left all of our things in the car. Although she was excited, she was also nervous. I felt bad. Children shouldn't be nervous to see their grandmothers, but Brodie was. I should have visited as often as I'd like, but I didn't.

Whereas it normally took about 15 seconds for me to walk from the car to the front door, it took me about a full minute this time around.

Walking to this familiar door seemed like I was walking to meet my maker, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. But I knew I had to.

I made a few light knocks, and the longer she took to answer the door, the more nervous I felt.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" I heard her yell through the loud music. I laughed. It was the Beach Boys. "Don't go away, please! Unless your my mother, a servant, George W. Bush, or the Easter Bunny, I promise I'll be right there!"

I missed this. I loved her weird sense of humor. Who else in the world would answer a door like that? Only Lorelai Gilmore.

I knew she hated people who couldn't stay patient, so I knocked faster, and louder this time.

"Hold your horsies, man. I'm coming, I'm coming." She opened the door at such a fast pace I'm surprised it didn't come off. "I'm here! Rory?"

"Hi mom." I couldn't seem to make good eye contact, so I just shifted my gaze to Brodie. I guess mom got the sense I was uncomfortabe, and she went straight to her granddaughter.

"And who might this adorable little creature be? May I add, you appear to need a coffee indulgence, which I can excellently help in." she tickled her stomach.

"Grandma, it's Brodie! Silly." Brodie laughed.

"My Brodie? It can't be. Brodie was such a pretty girl." Mom teased.

"Grandma! That wasn't very nice. I'm a five year old woman now, and I'm prettyful!"

"Yes, you are beautiful. Five, my gosh, where have I been all this time? You're so big." Brodie hugged her grandma, and I still stood, looking more awkward then ever.

"Rory, why don't you come in? Make yourselves more comfortable."

"Okay. Thanks" I mumbled.

I walked past her and went straight for the couch. Brodie climbed ontop of my lap and buried her face in my neck. The temperature change could have taken a huge effect on her; going from North Carolina straight to Connecticut can be much considering it's about thirty degrees colder here.

Mom went to the kitchen and made some coffee and brought me a few cookies to give to Brodie. She hadn't had much sleep and her nap in the car was bad so she fell asleep before the coffee was even poured in the glasses.

I set her on the couch and put three blankets over her, tucking them in under both of her sides. I couldn't help but to be curious to see my old bedroom. Quietly, I walked passed my mom and stood in my old room's doorway. A lot of my old posters were still hung up but there were a lot of heavily-filled boxes on the bed and the floor. Scribbled pages in notebooks were torn and thrown at the corner of the dresser, and all my old books were gone with the exception of Jess's first book. I remember the memory so well. I was so proud of him for his accomplishments. I moved his book and got a glimpse of the cover to one of Ernest Hemingway's books. How in the world did this get here? I could have sworn I put all of my Hemingway book's in a box, taped up and put in a corner of the garage. Strange! Hemingway is here to haunt me.

"Oh hey! There you are. Coffee's done" Mom smiled

I grabbed the steaming cup with a nod and a smile.

We sat at the table in the kitchen, awkwardly silent. I noticed the newspaper clippings, and the pages that were highlighted in yellow.

"Those are Luke's. He wants to buy a dog."

"Luke? The man who hates all animals because they're dirty, smelly, and whatever other dumb reason you has?" I asked, astonished.

"The one and only. Paul Anka over here made him love dogs." she smiled, petting Paul Anka's head.

"Mom. I need to talk to you. I feel horrible for doing this but I need help. I think it's evident I need help." I sipped the coffee. She looked at me, serious expression and all. "Okay. For the past year mainly, my finances have failed. I've been moving from hotel to hotel. If I've been lucky, a friend would pay for an apartment temporarilly but of course, the kerword is temporary. I can't keep moving - I feel like I'm a criminal. Almost like I'm running away from the law." I signed, tears beginning to form. "Like I'm running from myself."

Mom rushed to my side and put her arms around me. She pulled my face to level with hers. "You listen to me, Rory. You should have come to me for help. I would have helped you in an insant. Luke, too. You have people who love you."

"But I was afraid you'd be ashamed of me. That you would no longer love me, or see me as a successfully independant person."

"Well, honey, right now, nobody but those rich and Paris Hilton are successful. Almost half the country is in your exact position. I'm only happy you finally came to me before things got really, really bad. You weren't on the streets were you?"

It took me a few seconds to answer her question. "Yes. But not long. It was only in between finding a different hotel. Brodie was safe and warm. It wasn't like living on a corner or something. I swear!"

Mom wept a little, but stopped. "You'll stay with me and Luke. We'll help you, and Brodie."

I smiled and let her hold me. This will take a lot of work.

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Please read and review! I'll try to type the second chapter tonight.