Summery: She laughed hopelessly, almost hysterically, as she threw the stick at the floor; life couldn't get any more painfully ironic. That's what the whole situation was: ironic.
What happens when after Christopher returned, he left something behind? What happens when Lorelai's life becomes all too painfully ironic and history seems to be repeating itself? Will Lorelai even tell Chris? And who helps pick up the pieces? How will the town react?
A/N: Set about a month or so after the episode "Christopher Returns" in the first season. This story has been in my head for awhile, and I've started writing it recently. I have almost two chapters done already so expect pretty quick updates. It is/will be Javajunkie and maybe Literati. I'll sometimes follow the plot of the show with important events and such but will twist and turn things to fit this story. I'm not going to beg for reviews, but they sure would help. This is just a short prologue to get you going, and I'll tell you now, it may confuse some people, but hang in there. In Lorelai's POV.
I got a weird feeling as I looked at the Independence Inn's event calender. Something struck me odd and I couldn't put my finger on it. Did I write a date down wrong? Did I forget to write something in? I checked the computer's mainframe. Everything was fine, everything was correct. So then, why did I have this horrible nagging feeling that something wasn't fine? After double checking things again, I blew it off an went back to work.
That nagging feeling put a damper on my day; I didn't even find Michel's odd eating habits or rude remarks as amusing as usual. It seemed today that work was a drag. Things were slow and I would keep thinking about what seemed off. Sookie told me to go home and drink lots of coffee to get it off my mind, after all, Rory would be coming home from school soon and it was almost the end of my work day. So, I decided I would go home and relax a little before meeting Rory at her bus stop.
When I got home, I dropped my purse on the coffee table and slumped on the couch. Need coffee was my first thought, followed by I don't want to get up then I'll get some at Luke's later with Rory. Of course, that led to a Dirty!
I ended up grabbing the remote control and turning on the TV. There wasn't a whole lot on so I settled for an I Love Lucy rerun, but caught it right before it went to a commercial. The first commercial that came on made me realize something, and things began to click into place.
"No..." I said to myself as I grabbed the planner that Rory had gotten me and checked the date once again. A horrible feeling of deja vu came over me, "No, no ,no ,no, no! Dammit Christopher!" I yelled at the empty house. This cannot be happening, not again... I had to breathe, I had to be sure. I yanked my purse off the coffee table and dashed out the door, forgetting to turn the TV off. I hopped in the jeep and drove towards the drug store in Hartford and tried to clam down a bit. All I kept thinking about, though, is what would happen if I didn't fail this test.
Confused? Or maybe you got it right off the bat? If you are confused it's okay, I didn't want to make things too obvious. By the way, this prologue is going to be the only part in Lorelai's perspective.