Saturday Morning...

A little bird, who was perched on the window sill of one Rory Gilmore, sang its joy as another beautiful day dawned in Stars Hollow. All over town people were waking up greeting the day with a smile on their face. Movement at the house next door caught the little blue bird's attention and it cocked its head never breaking a note in its song as it watched the nice lady that always had the best seeds in her feeders putter around her lawn rearranging her gnomes. It really should have been watching it's six instead of the moo-moo clad neighbor, if it had it might have been able to avoid the fuzzy pink alarm clock that flew out the open window aimed right for it.

Rory gulped down her large cup of coffee and slammed the mug down on the table in front of her. Placing her hands on the table top Rory half rose out of her chair and leaned towards the woman who had spawned her. There was a shifty look in the youngest Gilmore's eyes as she explained her sudden epiphany to her startled mother. When she was done she sat back into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest and watched her mom's reaction. Chewing on her bottom lip Lorelai looked down at her half full cup of coffee, "Do you think I...you...we are ready for that?" she asked, "I mean it's a big step, and neither one of us has gone that far before. And what about Luke?" "I'm sure we can handle it mom." Rory said confidently, "And if Luke has a problem with it he can kiss our butts. We won't need the great Danes. We will have moved on and found something better."

Lorelai grinned at her daughter, again she wondered about the unholy light dancing in her offspring's eyes. She had noticed it the night before after the play when Rory told Dean she'd talk to him later in a tone that suggested it was in his best interests to keep his mouth shut before walking off with Bible-boy (okay, so it was more like she had a hold of the waistband of his leggings and was dragging the dazed looking boy behind her). Shrugging mentally she figured Rory would tell her what she need to know, when she needed to know it and decided to enjoy however long she had with this Rory Gilmore before Ms. Sensible reared her ugly head. So following Rory's example Lorelai gulped down her coffee and slammed her mug down on the table in front of her. "Your right, we don't need him. Lets go, there's an espresso machine out there with our names on it."

Five Hours later...

Making their way onto the porch carrying their new ambrosia maker and the tiny cups that had come with it that they were going to turn into pen holders for those mini-glitter pens they noticed a piece of folded pink colored paper taped to their front door. Rory's name was scrolled across the front. Tugging it loose Lorelai handed it to her daughter then proceeded to read it over her shoulder.

"Rory sweetie you should be more careful of where you put your alarm clock. This morning it fell out your window and landed on a bird. Luckily the bird was just dazed.
Barbette"

"Damn. I guess I'll just have to throw it harder next time." Rory grumbled and wadded the note up before shoving it in her jeans pocket.

Lorelai snickered and opened the door, "Need one of my clocks sweets?"

"Yeah got anything that electrocutes on contact?" Rory asked hopefully, her mother having the oddest collection of stuff stored in her bedroom closet she figured it was a real possibility.

"Nope sorry, I tossed it out with all my other S&M stuff when Max and I broke up." Lorelai answered sadly and watched Rory out of the corner of her eye waiting for her the moment of "EWWW" Lorelai had come to expect her daughter to have when any kind of innuendo was made in her presence. Nothing, zip, zilch, nada. What she did see and hear was Rory shrug and mutter "Oh well It was worth a shot." before grabbing the limited edition of War and Peace, that her grandfather had gotten her for making honor roll earlier in the year off of the small table next to the couch were she had left it a few days before and test it's weight. "This'll do I guess." she smirked, "Now lets try out Enrique."

"Enrique?" Lorelai asked confused and held the box up containing their newest appliance turning it this way and that, "You think it looks like an Enrique?"

"Yep, two words. Hot and steamy." Rory explained wiggling her eyebrows.

"I'd have called it Luke then." Lorelai said joking in a breathless tone, as she made her way towards the kitchen. Rory's reply to that had her whipping her head around and looking at Rory like she'd never seen her before, "Better get a pair of glasses then O' mother of mine and take a gander at Jesse's ass next time we're in there. You'll never again sing Luke's praises in quite the same tone again...unless it's in reference to his food of course."

Sunday A Little Before 10 a.m...

Dean Forester stood on his girlfriend's porch fuming and repeatedly pressing the doorbell, he wanted answers and wasn't leaving till he got them. She had dared to use a "tone" with him Friday night after the play, it had caught him off guard allowed her to make her get away to go do who knows that with that...that...accountant in training, while he was trying to figure out where her 'tude with him had come from. And then Rory had refused to answer his calls to her cell all day Saturday (he forgot he still had it in his pants pocket and Rory didn't care seeing she really didn't want it back after it had gotten Dean cooties all over it). He was HER boyfriend damnit. She couldn't treat him that way, he was doing her a favor by going out with her; the cheerleaders had told him so.

He had just started to press the button for the fifth time in fifty seconds when Ms. Barbette called out a hello to him as she power walked passed, flipping his hair out of his eyes he turned to wave in response to her cheerful hello and smiled at her charmingly. In that very moment of distraction he missed front door flying open behind him but didn't miss Rory's greeting. No words were spoken between the pair but he decided for the good of all to come back later after getting his nose checked out at the clinic and the impression of the letters R.A.W had worn off of his forehead.

After closing and locking the door behind her unwelcome visitor's retreat, Rory began to wipe bag-boy DNA off of the cover of her book with the handful of paper towels her mom had handed her in passing as she headed off to take her morning shower, when Rory realized with growing annoyance that she still had about fifteen more hours give or take an hour until she had to ready herself to step into the bowls of hell for yet another week of fun and learning and had nothing to do until then..."hmmm, I wonder if Tristan's awake? MOM! WHERE'S THE PHONE?"

In Hartford at that very second Tristan DuGrey snapped awake and fell to the floor in a very uncool looking heap when he tried to scramble out of bed and got tangled up in his sheets. After a few moments of silence he reasoned that it must have been a bad dream that had awoken him from his sound sleep. His cell phone rang and he reached up from his place on the floor to grab it from the bedside table and naively answered it without checking the caller id first. I'll tell you right now he wouldn't be making that mistake again.