(A/N: Howdy, to all fans of Gilmore Girls and The Incredible Hulk. I got this idea after listening to a series of inaudible sound pulses that affect your brain's electromagnetic waves to enhance your creativity. Anyway, This doesn't take place around any particular season, but these are give: Rory is dating and in love with Dean; Jess is living in Stars Hollow; Rory and Paris are somewhat friends. Please Read and Review.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, nor do I own The Incredible Hulk. If I did, then Dean and Rory would never have broken up, and the show wouldn't have ended with 3 made-for-TV movies, respectively.

Notice: I consider none of the Incredible Hulk movies (The Incredible Hulk Returns, The Trial of the Incredible Hulk, and The Death of the Incredible Hulk) canon, so this fic takes up after the episode "A Minor Problem" ends.

Dr. David Banner: physician; scientist. Searching for a way to tap into the hidden strengths that all humans have. Then an accidental overdose of gamma radiation interacts with his unique body chemistry. And now, when David Banner grows angry or outraged, a startling metamorphosis occurs. The creature is driven by rage and pursued by an investigative reporter named Jack McGee.

(Banner: "Mr. McGee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.")

An accidental explosion took the life of a fellow scientist, and supposedly David Banner as well. The reporter thinks the creature was responsible.

(McGee: "I gave a description to all the law enforcement agencies; They got a warrant for murder out on him.")

A murder which David Banner can never prove he or the creature didn't commit. So he must let the world go on thinking that he, too, is dead, until he can find a way to control the raging spirit that dwells within him.

(Hulk: "Raarrrrrrrrrrrr!!!")

"C'mon, Dean," said Rory, pulling her boyfriend's shirt sleeve, "We're gonna be late." They were headed to the late night showing of Bride Wars, and Dean was somewhat less than enthusiastic.

"I saw this movie with Clara already," moaned Dean, his voice bordering on a whine, "You know how much I hate chick-flicks."

"And that is exactly why we make you come," said Lorelai, double-checking her pockets for the hidden candy. Ever since Kirk had stopped working as an usher, they'd been able to sneak almost anything in. Of course, they still bought huge buckets of popcorn with enough butter to clog Paul Bunyan's arteries.

"It just seems so stupid and petty," said Dean, "They're supposed to be best friends, and yet they're at each other's throats. Am I to be blamed if I don't like the way it portrays women?"

Rory gave him a confused look with a capital "L."

"My mom made me read The Feminine Mystique when I was 13," said Dean, looking at his shoes.

"And yet you still support the Donna Reed lifestyle?" asked Lorelai.

"Let's not bring that up again," said Rory. The movie was about to start, so they headed for the theater. Lorelai, who had handed off the junk food to Dean, ran headfirst into someone and spilled his drink.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," she said, vainly brushing the front of his shirt.

"It's perfectly alright," said the man, "It was only an accident."

"At least let me buy you a replacement drink," said Lorelai, gesturing for Rory and Dean to go on without her.

An hour and a half later, Dean and Rory exited the theater.

"You owe me big time for this one," said Dean, only half-jokingly.

"We barely watched the movie," said Rory, "We made out almost the whole time."

"We could have done that anywhere," said Dean, "but you and Lorelai dragged me to a movie that I hated."

"Speaking of my mom, what happened to her?"

Then, both of them saw her, sitting at a table with the man she had run into. They were having a rather animated discussion.

"Rory, Dean," said Lorelai, looking at them and beckoning them over, "This is Dr. David Benson. He just got into town, and he'll be staying that the Independence Inn."

"A pleasure to meet the both of you," said David, warmly shaking their hands.

"So, are you a medical doctor or a Ph.D.?" asked Dean.

"Both, actually," said David, "I received my M.D. from Harvard and a Ph.D. in Biochemistry from Stanford. I double as a medical researcher – "

"You're a Harvard man?!" ask Rory excitedly, "I'm planning on going to Harvard!"

"Really?" said David, genuinely interested, "What's your major going to be?"

"Journalism," she said.

Lorelai and Dean realized that the conversation was going in an eggheaded direction and did their best to zone out.

(A/N: Yeah, I know, I suck like a Hoover when it comes to beginnings. Don't worry, though, subsequent chapters WILL be longer and better. Any criticism or ideas will be welcome. Please Review.)

TO BE CONTINUED.