A/N: So after weeks of reading GG fanfic while I'm bored at work, I got inspired to write my own. Please give this story a chance. I hope you enjoy it! Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated:)

Summary: Had she ruined his life? Lorelai was beginning to think that everyone would be better off without her. This story depicts Stars Hollow without Lorelai Gilmore…with Lorelai there herself to witness the changes. Based on "It's a Wonderful Life!"

Disclaimer: None of the characters or mine, just most of the dialogue.

Chapter One

"Sometimes I sleep without any clothes on when I feel sick."

Lorelai Gilmore stared straight ahead of her as she listened to Gigi say good-bye to her father. The wall facing her wasn't much for entertainment, but she felt as if she could sink through the lowest realms of hell. She hadn't expected to wake up in Christopher's bed, completely naked, with his arm snaked around her waist the morning after she had threw such a severe ultimatum at Luke.

She let her mind drift back to the night before. The night before, when she had finally had enough. She knew she loved Luke, loved him with everything she had, and that's what scared her. She was ready to move into this next phase of her life with the only man she had ever loved. Sure, Christopher had been her first love, but she was 16. She couldn't even fully comprehend love at 16; then, she was more concerned with The Bangles or which teen boy icon she was destined to marry. Christopher had been her best friend and then, suddenly, her boyfriend, the father of her baby. She loved Christopher. But, she didn't love Christopher like she loved Luke. Luke was the only man that had ever put her at a loss for words, that had ever fully understood her. And when she saw him slipping away to his new found daughter, she freaked. It was now or never. She loved him and she wanted him, then. She was sick of waiting. Her face remained expressionless as she thought back to the last words her and Luke had exchanged before appearing at Christopher's doorstep.

I've been waiting for a long time and I don't want to wait anymore.

I have to think this through.

No!

I have April.

Well you're going to have to figure out how April fits into our lives, not the other way around.

I'm trying.

Well, try married.

Just wait!

No, I'm not waiting, it's now or never.

I don't like ultimatums.

I don't like Mondays, but, unfortunately they come around eventually.

I can't just jump like this.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. And I have to go.

She couldn't decide if she was mad at Luke or upset about the whole situation. She loved him and they had been engaged for nearly a year and still hadn't set a date for the wedding. It was supposed to be June 3; it was going to be June 3. And then April had to come along and ruin everything.

Well, she knew she couldn't blame her and Luke's crumbling relationship on April's sudden appearance. It was just a problem of bad timing. Karma or fate or any of those Professor Trelawney subjects had decided to finally turn on her. After all those years of pushing her and Luke closer and closer together, they were finally being pushed further and further apart.

Of course, that's not what she had wanted. She had wanted Luke, for so long she had wanted Luke. And, before that, she had wanted Rory back. And, before that, she had wanted the Dragonfly. She had wanted a lot of things in her life; some of them minimal and some of them life-changing. But, now, she didn't even know what she wanted anymore.

Sighing, she shifted her eyes to survey the rest of the room. It definitely had Christopher written all over it. Messy, with CDs stuck in random places. You could tell that the maid had been there, tidying as much as she could. Her eyes focused on two picture frames set on his dresser. One was of her, Christopher, and Rory when she was a baby. God, they were both so young then. Lorelai remembered that tingly feeling she got every time she looked at her precious daughter, a feeling she had never felt with Christopher. The other picture frame was of Christopher, Sherry, and Gigi after Gigi was born. His two families, represented on the same dresser.

Lorelai was supposed to have had two families. Her tiny one with Christopher, and then another one with Luke. She hadn't wanted oodles of kids running around the house. She was almost 40; she didn't think she could handle that. She had just wanted one, maybe two. Children that she and Luke could call their own.

Luke had been so good to Rory, treating her as if she was his own, and Lorelai had wanted to give Luke his own child, one that he could nurture and care for, together, despite the "jam hands." There wasn't supposed to be an April. She was a cool kid, but she wasn't supposed to be Luke's. She wasn't.

Lorelai sighed again, shifting her eyes back to the wall opposite her. She felt as if she should be crying, but no tears came to her eyes. In fact, she almost felt emotionless. The past 24 hours had been so confusing and gut wrenching that she felt as if she didn't have any emotion left in her. She felt empty.

Christopher sensed Lorelai's tiny movements and heard her sigh once, and then again. He hadn't questioned Lorelai the night before when she had shown up on his doorstep; he had let her in, no questions asked. It had been their agreement; even when they despised each other, they still tried to keep some sort of bond between them, for Rory. Of course, the long talk that led to a few beers and then, ultimately, sleeping together hadn't really been part of the plan. But, he hadn't complained, because he had Lorelai with him. Smiling to himself, he wrapped his arm tighter around her bare midsection and whispered into her ear, "Good morning."

Lorelai tensed at the sound of his voice, the feel of his breath on her skin. Suddenly, she felt dirty. She was lying in bed with a man that wasn't her fiancé; no, he was Rory's father, her high school crush. Well, more than a crush. But, how had she let herself end up here, naked, in his bed? How had that happened? Sure, she and Christopher were a good match, but she was meant to be with Luke, only Luke. Gasping, she wrapped the sheet as tightly as she could around her body and scrambled out of the bed, untangling her legs from Christopher's.

"Lor?" Christopher asked, staring up at her sleepily.

She froze when he said her name, staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. She remained this way for a few seconds before finally regaining her surroundings.

"I-I have to go," she stammered, stumbling over to her clothes that were spread sporadically around his bedroom. She grabbed her jeans and shirt and rushed towards the bathroom.

"Wait-Lor!" Christopher said, jumping out of bed and following Lorelai to the bathroom. He was greeted by the door closing. He sighed and rested his forehead against the door. He should've known it would have turned out like this. Lorelai was an amazing and truly beautiful woman, but a part of him felt as if she was still growing up. Like he could be talking, the King of remaining immature, but he knew Lorelai made every single decision on her own and once her mind was made up, there was no turning back.

He stayed in that same position until Lorelai burst through the door, her eyes still wide in shock. She stared at Christopher for a few seconds before brushing past him and out the bedroom.

"Lor!" Christopher yelled, following her again like an obedient puppy. He found her in the living room, rummaging through her purse. He came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. She immediately drew away. "What the hell is wrong with you, Lorelai?"

Lorelai stopped what she was doing and stared at Christopher with her stunningly blue eyes. She pierced him with them for a few seconds before saying, expressionless, "I have to go."

"I know that, but why are in such a rush? I thought we could maybe get some coffee, grab a bite to eat—"

Lorelai cut him off, acting as if the thought offended her. "No, Christopher! Just-no." She paused, taking a deep breath and glancing away at the distance. "I just—I need to go. I need to go to—Luke."

Christopher sighed. "To Luke?"

"Yes, to Luke!" Lorelai snapped, finally finding her keys and grabbing them, swinging her purse over her shoulder. "To Luke, my fiancé! I have to apologize; I have to see him—to talk to him."

"But, he treated you like shit," Christopher said. This called for a deathly glare from Lorelai before she stumbled in the direction of the front door. "Lor!"

Lorelai whirled around to face him. "Yes, maybe he treated me like shit. But, what do you call this that just happened? I'll tell you: a mistake. A slap across his face. And, now, I have to go see him, because I love him and we have to work things out."

Before Christopher had a chance to respond, Lorelai was out the front door, the slam reverberating through the entire room.

TBC