Hi! This is a different kind of fic. What happpened before the show started? How did the lives of Rory and Lorelai begin in Star Hollows. Keep on reading.

Trapped in the middle the town was a homely looking diner. I had seen ones like it before. And I knew that when I entered my story would unfold. I'd fit into the puzzle, as busy customers buzzed by me and judged my hair, outfit and posture. Star Hollows was extremely different and foreign to me at the time. I'd been used to living like a queen. Everyone wanted the life I had, or so I'd heard. The pearls, the diamonds, the glamor. But it always seems that the more you want something the more disappointed you are when you've finally got it. You've heard the stories, the movie stars; there all addicted to drugs, smoke 60 cigarettes a day and are in various fights with their parents who somehow did something unjust; they're depressed. And lemme tell ya I was depressed. It's not that fun living in expensive real-estate, the Gilmore mansion. Nobody even knew my name for Christ sakes! To them I was just Miz. Gilmore daughter of a very wealthy man, and let me tell ya; the name was considered more important then the person it belonged to. I wanted what every "typical" teenager had and funny enough other teenagers; they all wanted what I had. But instead, it seemed at the time that I was blessed with something which no teenager wants, in fact something that most teenagers fear... a baby.

Emily Gilmore paced around the room in a frenzy.

"Are you not happy with your life here?" she wondered, eyes piercing right through my innocent expression.

"No...mom...I.."

"You what? Because there has to be something. What could I have possibly done to deserve this? What?" I half expected the window beside me to shatter, it was so cold in that room.

"Mom, don't think this is your fault. This is NOT your fault. I take complete responsibility..." I tried.

"I brought you up like all the other mothers. I took you to the park. I bathed you everyday. I even read to you at night," her eyes became blurry.

"You stopped reading to me when I was five mom. You stopped taking me to the park when I was four. And from then on I was in possession of your staff. Some poor maid who previously thought that babysitting wasn't part of the job,"

Emily stared out into space, in her own little delusional world; her own little wonderland. "I-I loved you," she whispered.

"Well that's great. Did a walnut happen to fall on your head when you were serving cocktails earlier, or is that seriously a major break through for you?"

And I remember at that moment how much I was hurting. How much I wanted to crawl into the security of a warm blanket and sleep forever. Just so that I didn't have to get up in the morning and deal with life. My screwed up life.

"It was that smile, the way your lips curved whenever you saw me as if I was the nicest thing in the world... In your world," her voice fluttered, as she moved in and out of her eerie trance.

"Interesting, Ever consider writing a poem: "How I used to love my daughter?"

"Don't be ridiculous Lorelai".

A loose end hung in the air. A loose end that no one could tie except my own mother. Not even those damned maids who bent down everyday to tie my shoelaces for me, when I was a little girl because my mother didn't want to "hurt" her back. "Don't be ridiculous Lorelai...I still love you," That's what I expected. But I was wrong. Emily Gilmore would rather swallow poison.

"So I'm presuming the father is Christopher?" she wondered, composing herself.

I nodded my head.

"Were you protected?"

Was I protected? Brilliant question. Yes, I was protected. I've been protected my whole bloody life. "Yes mom, I was "protected".

"God knows these modern mechanisms do not work," she breathed.

Well I wouldn't know...because SOMEONE believed that the three letter word should only be uttered in hell. "There was a very small chance I'd get pregnant mom, you know that," I stuttered.

Emily Gilmore stood up again, her pleated skirt dragging gracefully across the ground, so deceiving, to anyone who didn't know her."So what do you propose to do?" she questioned.

"I don't know," I said honestly. And I didn't know. I had no clue.

I remember the day when Rory was born. The morning after her birth when I opened my eyes I honestly thought I was in heaven. The light shone into my dusty hospital room forcing my eyes to water so that little tear drops rolled down my cheeks. And I licked them and felt the salty water sting my tongue. Everything seemed so bright while I was in that land between waking and sleep, and I thought that maybe it was an omen or something; a promise of better days to come. Rory was a beautiful kid and Christopher even dropped out of school so that he could try and support his family that was breaking at the seams. And for a while we actually thought things were working. I knew deep down though, Rory could never be happy, not when she got older and went to school with kids who bragged about their rich fathers who were lawyers and owned Porsches. She'd just sit there, and wish she had what I let go. So I did what I thought was best. I moved and took Rory with me. Some would have liked to call it running away, and hell, I guess the dictionary definition would match, but I liked to use the word move in the sense that Imoved on. I wanted, needed, to go anywhere, where I could make a living, and be who I wanted to be.

The advertisement was posted in the front of the inn, "Maids needed. Reasonable pay. Please contact ASAP". And then there was some phone number. But I didn't need it. Right when I read that sign I hopped out of the car, grabbed Rory's baby carrier and marched confidently into the "Independence Inn".

"I'd like a job," I stated. I knew people were looking, but I wasn't embarrassed, I was doing this for my kid.

"You'd like a job," the woman at the counter looked me up and down skeptically and then stifled a breath. "Well, I'm not quite the person to talk to this-"

"I need a job. Any job. I'll clean toilets. Can work a plunger like a charm. I just really need a job," I insisted.

Rory let out a few modest cries from her carrier and rocked it around like a nut case. But nobody looked. They seemed too engrossed in their small town chatter.

"Aren't you a little young to be working?" The woman wondered as she flipped through some flyers on her desk.

"Yes. But I'm known to work hard, and I will work hard,"

"Well we have an opening. We are in dyer need of some maids; people able to do basic housecleaning...you know, the works,"

"Then I'm your man,"

She let out a nervous laugh. Who wouldn't be scared of me? I was a desperate lunatic.

"Woman," I corrected, still confident.

"I'll just have to check with Tom. I don't think you need to be interviewed though. You'd just be a maid," I'd just be a maid. Surprisingly what I'd always wanted.

I got the job. My charm and good looks proved to be a brilliant combo and soon I was on the boss's top ten list (just kidding about the charm and good look thing, although, he seemed to think so). When Tom found out that I was staying at a rundown hotel he told me that I was welcome to move into a potting shed that might make a cozy home for me and Rory. I took up his offer. It was located behind the Inn and I spent my days dodging between the shed and my work, after all I was employed in another business; raising a kid. What did we do for food? Hah, did you think we mooched off local food banks? Nope. We relied on too things: Doose's market and.... Luke's diner.

The guy standing behind the counter appeared to be around my age...maybe a bit older. He was cute. REALLY cute. We're not talking Prince William here, we're talking Johnny Depp, or so I thought at the time.

"Hi," I exclaimed as I waltzed up to the counter. I saw his eyes wondering and his body seemed to stiffen as he took me in. He nodded robotically. Yup, he nodded. Luke Danes nodded.

"Uh...hi," he said awkwardly. "How can I help you?"

"Coffee please," I perked. My head was forcing me to keep talking but my mouth couldn't seem to let the words go. He looked sexy in his red t-shirt as he operated the coffee machine. Nice muscles. Unfortunately for the last few years Luke's made a hobby of hiding them with flannel.

"So, you new around here?" Cute boy asked, handing me my mug.

"Yup," I took a sip of the coffee and the warm goodness seemed to explode in my mouth.

"What's wrong?" he asked seemingly offended by my expression.

" Nothing. Hell, this is the best coffee I have ever tasted! Seriously you could keep some dying guys heart pumping for a few more seconds by giving him a sip of this stuff!" I explained.

"Uhh...thanks...I'll try it some time," he laughed.

"Ya you should, "

I thought he was going to ask me out then. But what would he say, "Would you like to come here for coffee sometime?" So instead there was an awkward silence. And fortunately I decided to sing.

"Coffee, coffee is so swell, it makes me feel nice and well. Do I sound like a western bell? Falala deedeededee,"

He looked at me skeptically. "Are you okay...?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Coffee man I am just high on life!"

He chuckled again, more manly. "No more for you," he stated...or maybe flirted?

No more for you. The line that would hit me like a freight train in many more coffee based conversations to come. I pouted a bit, but then handed him the cash.

"Bye," I waved flirtatiously.

"Wait ," he said, finding a new in interest in his feet. "What's your name?"

"Lorelai," I told him giddily.

"I'm Luke," I giggled like a silly little kid.

"Figured that," I said walking out the door.

"See you later, Lorelai?"

"Definitely".

So that's how it all started. My rocky relationship with Luke began with one small conversation between two hormonal teenagers. And then I went home to where Rory was sleeping and told her petite body that I was sorry for leaving her alone for so long but that I had met a possible husband-to-be. She didn't understand a single word I said....because she was three months old...and asleep. But I was happy anyways. For the first time in a long time I was truly happy.

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