Disclaimer: I own nothing alright, okay well I own "Nothing" the fic, but I don't own the characters, the setting, the show, you get it you've heard this a hundred times before.

A/N: Greetings Copper and company! Hi, long time no update huh? Lol I know I haven't updated my other fic in months but that's because I decided to end it there because I wrote myself into a happy little ending corner on accident. So I came home tonight from my friend Inu's house to catch up on the re-runs I had missed out on only to find them riddled with Max, which is bad. So I know this fic might seem like a bit of an embellishment on what actually happened but it's not, I'm changing things. So thank you for your patience and if you even read the note –which I myself sometimes, okay well most of the time, skip over then I thank you doubly So without further ado, here goes Nothing, literally.

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Gathering up some last minute mail from her post box, Babet's eyes wandered to the Gilmore house as she saw the familiar truck pulling into to the grass next door. Ready to brush aside her usually optimistic suspicions about Luke's intentions because of the upcoming wedding, she turned back to her house only to double back at the site of the contents of the then parked truck. There in all its glory was a chuppah, being carried down to the lawn by Luke. Babett stood there in a bit of a daze as she watched him unload it. Babett began chuckling to herself as she saw Lorelai enter the scene with the same expression she had had just moments ago. Standing in silence she tried to imagine them together like they should be. She wasn't sure about this "Max" and neither was the rest of the town to be honest, well not openly so as far as Lorelai could tell. Amazingly enough they had been very discreet on the entire subject lately…"Not that that would stop Luke from doing the exact opposite." The thought struck when Luke and Lorelai stood under the homemade gesture, she almost fell over with the foreshadowing of it all, or how it should have been. Babett's gaze followed Luke as he left in his truck, she could tell that Lorelai's was doing the same, not by her eyes but the way she turned to watch him. Babett could almost see the shine from Lorelai's eyes from where she stood.

After the truck left Lorelai sighed and turned away from the looming chuppah. Before entering her newly man-invaded home she caught sight of Babett heading back into her own house, looking like she was proclaiming something beyond her door, probably something to Morey. Lorelai smiled at the stableness that resided in her neighbors lives, not mental stableness of course but the dedication and love…now that she thought about it, it was kind of scared her. It had scared her before but never really struck that particular cord really. The cord that kind of brought back Luke's words about that maybe it might be possible to live and grow together, but did she want to grow and evolve to be more "with" Max. The thought of having to wait every morning while he orders at Luke's and having to go through the ordeal of figuring out how to get Taylor to supply the "Wall Street Journal" so Max could be happy every morning, not to mention sleeping in "her" house in the same bed with him every night of the rest of her life. "She couldn't run into Rory's bed every night, could she?" And then it snapped, before she new it she was in her room packing listening to Rory talking from the hallway about grabbing cd's, but it wasn't registering.

All of the racked up doubt in her head was beginning to cause a bit of a melt down concerning this future she was supposed to be contemplating, and it wasn't like her. The running, sure, Lorelai could admit that the whole commitment issue was not one of her most studied up on subjects in the basic know how's of life and yet it was written about in half of all of those songs. "Wait, what songs?" amazingly enough she couldn't think of any, but she was sure that they were indeed there. Probably not one of the top-forty… The thoughts over lapped with her daughter's talking of the sun's direction in the window and her own talking about the lack of tunage they had and the impact of the rest of the trip because of it. Luckily for her conscience another sign passed by that apparently had started with another "D" starting it off. Which instead of the word's death and doom that Rory had clearly associated the letter "d" to, the ever familiar popped up instead, "disappointment and well, fear of commitment." Okay so it didn't start with a "d" but it came to mind anyway. But all road signs aside, what she did felt right like she was avoiding something or better yet heading towards something.

Sookie felt the same way while putting some of the finishing touches on Lorelai's wedding cake. She couldn't stop smiling to herself as she embellished on the icing. While flinging the knife she was using around while exclaiming how beautiful or better yet handsome, Clyde was getting. Noticing this, her cooking staff was dodging left and right as Sookie happily swept across the floor with her frosting bag in hand talking to herself in her usual way. Only to be stopped by a phone call, which in affect had her slicing Clyde in uneven section and passing him around. While taking her first bite into the cake that she had begun decisions on days, maybe even weeks in her own head she thought of what the cause might have been. Sookie then about dropped her slice of Clyde when she ran into Kirk standing in a corner of the Independence Inn's kitchen. "Kirk?"

"Yes?" Kirk pulled his own slice to his mouth while looking at Sookie.

"What are you doing here Kirk?" The initial surprise had worn off in the first five seconds of seeing him standing there in his usual manner, oblivious.

"Eating wedding cake, and you?"

"I work here Kirk."

"Yes, I know."

"Then why did you, wait, no. Why are you still here Kirk?" Ah yes, a better question. Sure Kirk showing up in random locations from time to time was a common and an increasingly excepted fact but, why?

"So Lorelai left town huh?"

"Apparently, how do you know that Lorelai left town?"

" Well, Babett and Miss Patty were talking about her and Rory leaving with a lot of bags this morning and not to mention some of the frantic packing yelling that took place after Luke left the chuppah on the lawn last night. Also you just cut up her wedding cake that we've been working on all morning and then some, little to much flour if you ask me-" Sookie then abruptly cut Kirk off at that point.

"Wait, wait, back up." This was getting to be a little bit too much for the chef to handle at this point. Where was all of this coming from all the sudden anyways? And why was she suddenly the last to know, for god sake, Kirk knew! "Luke brought her a chuppah?"

"Yep, home made apparently." Kirk took another bite of his cake slice.

"And the hit's just keep on coming." Sookie passed another slice of cake to a passing employee

"So where'd she go?"

"No idea Kirk."

"You think Max knows?"

"Yet again, no idea Kirk." Sookie began walking towards the kitchen's exit with another slice of cake in hand to taunt Michel with while Kirk followed behind. "Hey, what do you mean to much flour!"

"Here." Kirk passed off another slice to someone standing near the door as he began to walk at a faster pace in order to get away from the frosting armed Sookie following closely behind him.

"Um, thanks." he watched Sookie and Kirk walk off then stared down at the piece of wedding cake after hearing their conversation, hearing that he was now out of the picture and his guess was, Luke was behind it.

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TBC, if you like.

En,

Oh, and just on a closing note, this is all in favor of the LL.

I forgot how to spell huppa, and it's late, I'm tired, I'm sorry. Oo I found it, never mind, hopefully I'll correct all of them.

It some how has also slipped my mind on how to spell Babett, please don't hate me if I spelled it wrong. I know you that at least one of you will probably send me the correct spellings and such if you review, it just breaks my heart that I can't spell. Oh and my grammars probably quite off as well if I'm going to start apologizing.