A new story while you all wait patiently for the sequel to Small World. I wasn't going to write a sequel but there was a such a high demand for one. I'm going to need title ideas and story ideas for it though so if you wouldn't mind posting suggestions in your reviews here that would be appreciated.
Dean turned the engine off and sighed loudly. This was the part of a break-up that he hated. The air in his truck felt hot and stuffy. He opened the door wide and stepped out, landing heavily in the uncut grass of the Gilmore's front garden. He pulled out a plain brown box from the passenger seat and held it tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from his firm grip. He looked up at the house and noticed its stillness. Even when the house was empty, it still felt alive and cheerful. Now it just looked old and very quiet. Dean walked through the grass and up the old worn steps onto the veranda. He put the box down by his feet and knocked on the door. He mentally sighed with relief when no one answered but instead of turning away and leaving, he knocked again. Something in his gut told him something wasn't right. It was too early in the morning for the house to be empty but late enough so that the occupants would be awake. He moved to the window and used both hands to peer inside. Something was definitely wrong. The lights were still on as if they had been on all night yet it looked empty. He took a better look and this time he noticed something on the floor. At the end of the sofa was two feet, laying limp on the floor. Dean quickly rushed to the door and pushed the weak door until it opened. He ran inside, leaving the door wide open. Inside he instantly saw Lorelai Gilmore unconscious in the floor in between the sofa and the coffee table. He pushed the table out of the way and knelt down beside her. He put two fingers against her neck and felt for a pulse, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding when he felt a steady rhythm.
"Lorelai?" He called to her, shaking her shoulders gently. "Lorelai" He called again, this time a little louder. He was rewarded with a little groan. He slid his arms under her neck and knees and lifted her effortlessly off the floor and onto the couch, putting a cushion under her head to support her. Lorelai's eyes squinted as she awoke, one eye opening gradually before the other.
"Dean?" Her voice thick from being unconscious. Her right hand instantly went up and laid it against her forehead to soothe the headache. "What happened?"
"I just found you like this, are you okay? I should phone an ambulance or something" Dean started to move to the phone but her weak pleading voice stopped him.
"No" Dean turned to Lorelai "Please, no hospital, I'm okay"
"Lorelai you were unconscious!" Lorelai winced.
"Not so loud" Dean moved to kneel by the sofa.
"What do you need?" He asked softly.
"Painkillers, a glass of water" Dean nodded and left. Lorelai pulled herself into a sitting position bit by bit, wincing every step as every movement made her headache worse. She tugged at her jacket, suddenly feeling hot. She unzipped the jacket and pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor. She rested her elbows on her knees and bowed her head. She heard Dean's footsteps as he moved around the kitchen and then back into the living room but she stayed still. He placed the glass of water and pills in her hand watching as she tipped her head back to swallow the cool liquid. Dean then took the half empty glass from her and sat it down on the table. Dean turned to Lorelai and instantly noticed her bare arms. Her upper arms had turned black and purple and as he looked closer he recognised the shape of two hands, one on each arm. Two hand shaped bruises, a cut on her forehead and the fact that he had found her unconscious didn't look good.
"What happened Lorelai? What are they?" Dean pointed to her arms and Lorelai looked down where he was pointing, not that surprised that there were big bruises on her arms. "Who did this to you?" Dean asked. He gave her a concerned look. He'd never been interested in the elder Gilmore in a romantic way but she had always been nice to him, always treated him properly and welcomed him as Rory's boyfriend.
"I…."Lorelai started but didn't finish. She couldn't tell him what happened, she couldn't begin to explain what had happened.
"He did it, didn't he" Dean's face darkened, his fists clenched by his sides. "Luke did this to you, I'm gonna kill him"
"It wasn't Luke" Lorelai breathed
"Don't cover for him Lorelai, everyone knows he has an anger problem, I'm gonna kick his ass for this" Dean stormed out the door and began walking down the garden. Lorelai ran after him, grabbing his arm and spinning him round to face her. Dean's angry eyes met Lorelai's.
"It wasn't Luke, Dean," Lorelai reiterated more forcefully. "Leave him alone, he hasn't done anything" That was the problem Lorelai thought to herself, since the break up they hadn't seen each other at all. No attempt on his part to talk to her and sort things out.
"But Lorelai-" Dean began but Lorelai stopped him.
"Please, just forget this all happened, can you do that for me?" Dean looked away, giving himself a moment to think about it. He couldn't stand the thought that anyone would get away with hurting Lorelai but she wanted him to stay quiet and he couldn't exactly promise her without wanting to break Luke's neck anytime Dean saw him. Deans eyes flicked back to Lorelai's Her eyes wide and pleading, she was so desperate for him to stay quiet. Dean caved, It was, after all, virtually impossible to say no to a Gilmore.
"Okay" Lorelai relaxed. Glad that Dean had agreed to keep it quiet. The last thing she needed was the gossip about her getting back to Luke. "You call me if you need anything, you hear me?"
"I hear you"
"Good, now go get some rest" Lorelai watched Dean walk back to his truck. She called to him as he opened his door.
"Dean?" His head spun towards her. "What were you doing here in the first place?" Dean nodded towards the forgotten box on the veranda. Lorelai's eyes travelled to the box and after seeing the name "Rory" printed on one side, she nodded in understanding.
