Title: I'm Always Here

Author: snowprincess

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I'm 16 with no job, no car, and no phone. . . do you honestly think I own anything of value (with the exception of the computer to which this is coming from. . . I love thee comp.)

Summary: Spoilers for Pulp Fiction. Aftermath of the encounter of Emily. LL

Author's note: This is my first Gilmore Girls fanfiction, and while this one contains no extensive facts about earlier episodes, I have not seen anything from season 4 and the majority of season 5 (I'm a newbie), so feel free to correct any errors I make.

She hadn't moved yet; he was becoming worried. It had been almost twenty minutes since Emily left and still she hadn't moved, just sitting on the stool and staring at the wall. He had left her alone for a while, to let her process what had just happened before he would begin prodding her with questions, but now he was beginning to question that sanity. Luke finished wiping up the last table and went to the door, flipping the sign to closed and locking the door. He then took his order pad and pen out and scribbled "come back at 6" before attatching it to the sign by folding a corner over and hanging it on the sign.

Dropping the items on the nearest table he walked up to Lorelai and touched her shoulder. The feel sparked her to jump slightly and shake her head but not much else. "Come on," he murmured quietly and gently led her around the counter and up the stairs to his apartment.

The daze still hadn't really ended yet, but some thoughts were beginning to surface, like the fact that they were in Luke's apartment in the middle of the day when both of them should be working. "Luke I-"

"It's ok," he reassures, rubbing her shoulder softly. He wanted so badly to hug her right now, but he knew that whatever was going on in her head, it would be better that she faced in now in place of running from her feelings until they blew up in her face later.

He watches as she sinks into the couch before coming to sit beside her. Within a few minutes she finally speaks a full sentance. "I've never done that before. . "

"Done what?"

"Told her to shut up. Bud out yes, leave yes, as close as I can get to 'go to hell' yes, but I've never told her to shut up. I think it hurt her even."

He couldn't help but want to contribute that she deserved it. His thought process was that she could dish out all the bull shit she wanted but when it came to taking an insult, she was worse than Michel. It wouldn't pacify Lorelai though; he didn't know what would make her feel better.

Luke's hand englufed hers, forcing her to bring her blue eyes to match his. She watched as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead before pulling back to look at her again. "Tell me what I can do."

Lorelai sighed and squeezed his hand tighter. This was what she had fought for, what she was currently fighting with herself for. Heck, she had probably just sacrificed a third of her biological family for this man (not that it would phase her in the long run), and he was asking what he could do for her. Just like he had before.

Her head came to rest upon his shoulder and she pushed him back until they were both laying across the length of the couch, her body nestled safely in his arms. "You're doing it."

Just like he always would.

Should I continue this? I kinda just thought of this as an add on to Pulp Fiction, but I would be willing to add more if there was an interest in it.

Catch ya later!