Summary: Lorelai stays home sick one day, and Luke checks in on her.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or Nyquil.
Notes: This is my first ever GG fic, so feedback would be doubly appreciated! Takes place early season six-ish.
Soaps
The sound of sniffling sobs greeted Luke as he entered the house. He followed them to the couch, where Lorelai lie, dabbing at her eyes with tissues. The television was on a commercial break, so he reached over and turned it off before hurrying to the side of the couch.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
She hiccuped, adding the damp tissue to the already substantial pile beside the couch.
She took a deep, somewhat raspy breath. "It's my soap." She said, before dissolving into tears again.
"Your soap." He repeated, not comprehending. "Did you...get the wrong scent or something?" Luke couldn't decide whether he should laugh or be worried, so he kept his tone carefully neutral.
"Not that kind of soap." She shook her head. "My soap opera."
"You don't watch soap operas."
"Well, I do now, buster. You think I'm going go stop without knowing what happens? See, dark-haired guy and redhead girl are in love, but she's leaving him for Brad Pitt look-a-like who may or may not have killed her brother...or maybe it was her cousin." Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "Damn. These soaps confuse me. Anyway, it's tragic." She said, waving the tissue to make the point. "They're meant to be. Don't you think?"
Luke blinked.
"Sure." He really had no idea who was meant to be, but he knew better than to contradict her. "So, you're okay."
"With the exception of the fact that redhead girl's world is coming to an end, yes, I'm okay."
"Good."
He leaned down to give her a quick peck on the cheek - she insisted that he would get sick otherwise - and returned to work.
--
The next day, Lorelai was still sick, so Luke dropped back in around the same time. He held an ear cautiously to the door, first taking a quick look around to make sure Babette wasn't on one of her spying missions. The coast was clear, and Luke didn't hear any sounds coming from inside, with the exception of voices.
Relieved, he opened the door and stepped inside.
"Lorelai?"
"Luke, can you believe her?!"
He stopped a couple feet from the couch, where Lorelai was just lying back down after throwing what appeared to be about twenty tissues at the television screen.
"Who? Are you okay?"
She ignored the last question. "Redhead! It turns out she was in cahoots with Brad the whole time. She even helped him kill her cousin. Turns out is was her cousin, by the way. Dang slut. Had me fooled, and that's not an easy task, my friend." A hand popped out from under the covers, and she wagged a finger at him. "Anyway, today was my last day. I'm done with soaps. Finished. Redhead ruined them for me. You can say goodbye to your soap-obsessed fiancé, because soaps and I are so over!"
--
That night, Luke and a finally healthy Lorelai lay in bed.
"About this afternoon..." Her voice broke the silence.
"And yesterday?" He prompted with a smile.
"Sorry about that. It's the Nyquil." She said matter-of-factly. "Makes me crazy."
"You're crazy anyway."
"Yeah, but you love me."
"I do."
"'Night Luke."
"'Night, Lorelai."
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