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This is my second attempt at a Lit fic. Another Post-series fic. I hope you like it. Please read and review:)

Set Fire

Rory jumps out of her car and slams the door fuming. She is already half way to the house before Lorelai even gets out of the car. Lorelai eventually comes walking into the living room and sits on the couch next to a pouting Rory.

"Sweets, it really wasn't that bad," Lorelai states softly.

"It wasn't that bad. Wasn't that bad? Are you crazy? It was horrible!" Rory cries.

Lorelai grimaces and tries to calm Rory down, "Ror, you're overre—"

"No. No. No. He wasn't supposed to be there."

"I know. I know. He had no right, but well...he's kind of known for showing up unannounced and spewing declarations of love…" Lorelai pauses and chuckles awkwardly, "or declarations of hate."

Rory moans and shoves her head under two pillows. "Oh god it was a declaration of hate!"

"Ah shoot! No not a declaration of hate that's not what I meant. All that alcohol must've made me—"

"Don't even blame the booze! You had one sip of Luke's beer and one Martini! Don't even try!"

"Jeez when did you become the Alcohol Police?" Lorelai pouts.

Rory ignores Lorelai's comment and ask softly, "It was a declaration of hate wasn't it?"

"No I'd say more like an expression of hate. Because he didn't really say anything…it was more in his body language." Lorelai takes the pillows from Rory and chucks them on the floor. "Ah babe, I just don't think he was expecting to see you there. And well after your little confession in the car I can kinda understand why."

Rory groans and sits up. "I'm the most horrible person in the world! I mean I felt that way when it happened, but I just ignored the unpleasant feelings because I had other things to worry about. But oh god I'm horrible! I…I'm surprised he even acknowledged me."

"Yeah well you were right. He sure has grown up."

"Ugh…why was he at that restaurant anyway? Doesn't really seem like his kind of place."

Lorelai chuckles and say, "Well, Emily, that sure is snobbish of you."

Rory throws her face in her hands and grumbles, "Great now I sound like her."

"Yes you did and you'd think by now you would know that I do not condone that kind of behavior in my house," Lorelai says while she mockingly points her finger at Rory. "But on a serious note, I don't know what he was doing there. However, I may be able to get an answer to that question later tonight."

"How? Oh duh…Luke."

"Yes Luke. And I'll make sure I inform him of your temporary lapse of intelligence. Huh…that's not your only lapse tonight is it? At least he got to see the first one." Lorelai laughs. She amusedly watches as Rory stands up quickly and starts to pace behind the couch.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh you don't remember that little scene in the restaurant?" Lorelai asks and then drops her voice to an announcer level, "Tonight on News Channel 8, a run in with an old ex turns deadly. Film at eleven."

"Oh god! I'll never be able to set foot in there again."

"Yes because you go there all the time." Lorelai deadpans.

"Well…Grandma and Grandpa sure can't!"

"Well Luke and I still can! Since you know, Luke put the fire out and I…Ok maybe I won't—"

"Yeah I doubt they appreciated the pictures."

"Hey those were for insurance purposes only!" Lorelai cries.

Rory stops pacing with a horrified expression on her face. "I set someone on fire!" She then runs to the window. "Where's Luke? Mom where's Luke?"

"Ah..." Lorelai shrugs and clicks on the TV. "probably still at the restaurant giving a statement."

"Not funny!" Rory shouts and stalks to her room.

Lorelai snorts and mutters, "She's got it bad."