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Marcel-Marceau-Chicken: Hello there, Andrea True Connection! Heard any good disco songs lately? lol. I sincerly hope you get that, if not, you are a very deprived child. Thank-you for all of the praise, I'm glad your liking my set-up. It may not be the most original premise for a fic, but let's face it, we all need a little fluff once in a while! And I am so jealous of your FRIENDS collection. I only have S5, but I want them all. I'm excited for S10 to come out, and asking for it for Christmas probably won't hurt me in my quest to own them all! Thanks again.
ProFfeSseR: All right, I know it got your name right this time! (Copy and Paste works wonders...don't know why I didn't think to use it before...hmm..maybe it was the thrill of the challenge...). I was a little worried last chapter about if they were truly in-character or not. I mean, it was amusing dialouge, and it could be like a 'When Harry met Sally' type of thing (think deli scene), but nobody seemed too bothered by it, so I'm not going to worry anymore. Thanks for the review. Peace out, babe.
Dayzy27: Glad I caught you. Hope this chapter was up soon enough for your likings. Cause, let's face it, it's not going to get any better then that speed. My brain is fried. Thanks for the review.
Val: "Oh my giddy giddy god"? Never heard that before. Very amusing though. Might have to throw that in a conversation somewhere (in real life that is...I need a follow up to "yo, yo, what is up me homies?"). Thanks for the review.
Naom: Nope, no sex. Get your mind out of the gutter. lol. I thought I had hinted to it enough when I had Lorelai say something about them acting like teenagers...don't exactly remember the line, but this chapter should make it more clear to anyone that had doubts. Sorry I didn't make it clear enough in the last chapter. Thanks for the review.
Vandi80: Glad I didn't let anyone down with the last chapter. That always sucks when your waiting for a new chapter in a fic that you absoultely love, then you see that there's been a new posting, and you get all excited, and it's nothing. No good. It really ruins your day. Glad your enjoying my fic enough to want to re-read it. Thanks for the review.
Rusty Bedsprings: Hee, hee, Baited Breath? We're so Shakespearian. (I think that would make a bigger impact if I could actually spell it, eh?).
xxAllyxx: Gotta have the dramatic irony. Makes for so many amusing scenes. Thanks for the review.
FanOfLOST: Ah, LOST, it's like a drug. What was with the repeat episodes for two weeks! I didn't know what to do! lol. I'm still waiting for massive injections of Charlie and Claire cuteness to arrive. Anyways, going on to what I'm supposed to be rambling about here, you're too kind in your reviews (:batteres eyelashes:). Feel free to keep them comming, however. Don't mean to discourage you. lol.
Orangesherbert7: While I appericate the helpful guidance on the direction of this, I think I'm just going to leave the t-shirt thing as a joke. It might be a little too out there for that to realisticly happen, and I'm doing my best here to keep them in character. It's a struggle, I'm going against all of my AU-tendencies here (but even then, I try to keep the characters as in-character as possible), but the idea was well-recieved. Thanks for the review.
Erica Bing: GASP! The ERICA BING? Reviewing one of MY fics? God, you as possibly one of the best writers on the site, I love your stories, and you have no idea how excited I was to not only see your name but see that you liked my fic. I know I'm rambling on like a fangirl at this point in time, but don't mind me. Oh, and, feel free to go back to the FRIENDS fics. I loved your Chandler and Monica fics, not that your GILMORE GIRLS ones aren't just as grand, we've just gone through a series of crap fics mainly in the FRIENDS section, which is unbelieveably annoying. I mean, where have all the good authors gone? (And why must they leave unfinished fics?). Anyways, I'm really off-topic there. Thank-you so much for the review, it meant a lot to me. Granted that really doesn't mean a whole lot to you, seeing as how we've never met and all, but y'know...
Anyways, I'd love to write personal messages to every single one of you, but I just don't have the time! I'm sorry! But LukeloveLoreali, M, Luke'sgirl, Lollysamantha, Javarox, and Dephnetjuh thank-you just the same.
And a quick little shout-out to Muffin: Where have you gone! I missed the complete random-ness I so look forward to at every post last time! It hurt. (Ohh, Elementary School flashback..."Eye" messages: I don't like it when you don't ramble in a review...I kid you not, we actually said those...lol).
Kirk had been sent on a mission. He was like James Bond and that guy from Mission Impossible that Tom Cruise played, hell he was Tom Cruise, and some sort of Frank and Joe Hardy mixture combined. His mission, since had had chosen to accept it, was to find Luke.
It was terrible, really, Caesar had some sort of accident in the back. What kind of accident they really weren't sure, Babette was talking all high and screechy, and she's hard to understand when she's talking like that, but none-the-less there had been an accident. Perhaps involving a fall and a radio. They had heard a loud crash, and then the radio cut off, but that would be jumping to conclusions.
And Tom Cruise wouldn't jump to conclusions. Frank and Joe might, but they were only part of his identity. The Tom Cruise element balanced out their youthful jumpy-ness to conclusions.
The entire dinner had witnessed Luke and Lorelai heading up to his apartment about an hour ago, and nobody had seen them leave yet, so it was a safe assumption that Luke was still up in his apartment, with Lorelai. Which was strange, because usually they came down rather quickly after that, Luke usually wearing a different outfit then he previously had been and then they'd go off to some function or another that Lorelai had somehow managed to rope Luke into doing.
But that was not apart of his mission.
With renewed focus, he carefully crept to Luke's closed door, listening to everything around him. He had to be at full alert. Anything could happen.
Not hearing anything definitive, Kirk slowly reached his hand upwards towards the knob, preparing himself to turn. And, being quite the gentleman, he would have to announce his presence as he opened the door, because it would be rude to walk into somebody's home unannounced. He may have been bending a few of the gentleman's rules with that, but he was Tom Cruise now, and Tom Cruise wouldn't lose this opportunity due to the lack of gentlemen-ness involved.
He pushed open the door yelling, "Luke!" Then he stopped, mid-swing. What he saw would forever be burned into his mind. Luke and Lorelai. Kissing. Or rather had been kissing. Apparently he had scared them a little, which might have caused both of them to fall off the bed.
Luke reacted first, "Kirk!"
Followed quickly by Lorelai, "You see! This is why you need a bigger bed!"
"Oh my god," Kirk turned to go and tell the rest of the diner, mission be dammed. If Tom Cruise had gotten a tidbit this juicy he would have said 'see ya' too.
But Luke was faster. Using what only could be assumed to be his super-hero-like powers, he pushed himself off of the floor and bolted at Kirk, grabbing his arm and shutting the door in one quick motion.
"Damn," Lorelai muttered impressed by the show of agility, "Never knew I was making out with the Flash."
"Focus, would ya!" Luke shouted back at her, before returning his attention to Kirk, "Kirk, what the hell are you doing up here! This is my home! You don't just walk into people's homes! That's breaking and entering!"
"I was Tom Cruise."
Luke looked to Lorelai for some sort of explanation.
She shrugged, "Focus," she mocked doing her best Luke impression.
He rolled his eyes, "All right," he sighed, "I give up. Why would Tom Cruise be breaking into my apartment?"
Kirk smirked, "Patty and Babette sent me on a mission. So I had to be Tom Cruise. Duh."
"Mission?" Lorelai asked quickly, "What kind of mission?"
"Caesar had some kind of accident downstairs, they wanted me to come and get you. Now if they knew this had been going on up here, they might have sent me with a video camera."
"Kirk," Luke said warningly.
"You want my silence, don't you?" He smirked back, "Well that can be achieved, but at a price, my dear friend. You see, we live in the information age. Tidbits like this just don't come around every day, you see."
"What the hell do you want Kirk?" Luke barked back at him.
"Hey, umm, shouldn't we be a bit more concerned about Caesar. I mean the man had an accident enough for them to send Kirk to find you," Lorelai pointed out but her comment fell on death ears.
"Well," Kirk drew out his words, "You might look at it as a business venture of sorts."
"No, Kirk."
"Perhaps if you would listen to my offer, you might just be intrigued. Because I am currently making you an offer you can't refuse."
Luke rolled his eyes, "You can't quote The Godfather to get yourself out of this mess, Kirk!"
"My mess! How is this my mess?"
"It just is, Kirk."
"Try a new proposal, Kirk," Lorelai offered, "Don't think this fish is biting."
"All right, for my silence, it will cost you, one million dollars."
"And where the hell do you propose I get a million dollars?"
"Bank job," Lorelai proposed, "Wearing our matching 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' t-shirts. I'll be a two-in-one. Killing two birds with one stone. Whatever you feel like falling it, it'll be."
He shot her a look.
"Or not," she gave Kirk a quick look, "Danger Will Robinson, danger!" She whispered hoarsely to Kirk, preparing him for the near-to Luke Rant. And while Taylor might be able to hold his own in a Luke rant, Kirk, however, was not as physically or verbally blessed.
Kirk, getting the message, said sheepishly, "Or just a couple of free burgers here and there," then added shortly, "But that's my finial offer! Refusal will lead to me running down stairs and shouting it to the entire town on a megaphone!"
Luke sighed, "Deal. You'll get free food for awhile. But just until we're ready to tell. Then, you're payin' for it, got it?"
Kirk nodded, and held out his hand. Luke just gave him a look. A Luke look, if you would.
"Luke, this is an official deal. This is how you close and official deal. How am I supposed to ensure that I will get my free food without a handshake to fall back on?"
"Is the blackmail not enough for ya?"
"Luke,"
"Fine, all right, all right," he shook Kirk's hand quickly, "I promise you'll get free food and such. Is that good enough for you?"
"Wonderful. And I hereby promise that I will not spread the word of what you were doing to Lorelai when I walked up into here until you tell the town first," then he turned to Lorelai, "Now, Lorelai, if you are interested in making those 'boyfriend/girlfriend' t-shirts I heard you mention earlier, which might I add is a brilliant idea that I will have to borrow some day,"
"Get to the point, Kirk," Lorelai reminded him.
"Oh, yea, right, I have a supplier who owes me a favor, and I would be glad to get them for you. For a price that is. You see, nothing is business is free,"
"Thanks, Kirk," Lorelai cut him off, "But I don't think we'll be needing any t-shits in the near future. I was just kidding about that one."
"Are you sure? Because it would be no problem. They don't even have to be 'boyfriend/girlfriend' t-shits. I'm sure you and Rory have some sort of mother-daughter joke that you would both love to see on t-shirts, and I can make that happen."
"I'm good, Kirk," Lorelai said sternly, "Now what's wrong with Caesar?"
"Oh, Caser, I completely forgot about him!" Kirk shouted, "He fell down in the kitchen, nobody really knew what was wrong with him, but Patty called an ambulance, and then told me to come and find you, then I got distracted because of all the kissing and then the blackmailing, which leads me to now,"
Lorelai clapped her hands together, "Kirk!"
He stopped talking.
"I'm going downstairs," Luke blurted out, "He probably just over-heated again. It happens." He walked over to Lorelai and gave her a quick peck on the head.
"Awe, now isn't that cute," Kirk swooned.
"Mention it, and your free food is gone," Luke grumbled as he walked out of the apartment.
"Right. My lips are sealed. Like zippers. Or a Ziploc bag."
Lorelai shook her head, "I'd better get going. Nice doing business with you, Kirk."
He nodded sternly, "You too, Lorelai. And you can count on me!"
"I'm sure I can, Kirk."
Lorelai sauntered down the small flight of stairs that separated the diner from Luke's apartment, a goofy grin still on her face. She couldn't help but wonder if Luke had a similar one. Those grins would probably be their demise, even without the matching t-shirts. Because while Lorelai may grin like that for no good reason, Luke, however, was not the grinning type unless provoked. And, generally speaking, Lorelai was that provocation.
"What happened here, sir?" She heard a male voice, but she couldn't place it. Probably an out-of-towner or something. Generally speaking, most of the Stars Hallow regulars at Luke's had pretty distinctive voices. Or at least voices that she would recognize, being co-Queen regular.
"I don't know, I wasn't down here," Luke's strained voice came over next, as she pulled away the curtain. Everyone had vacated their usual spots, and seemed to have formed a large huddle in the kitchen area. Then she remembered Caesar.
"Is he okay!" Lorelai shouted as she hustled over towards the large mob of people.
"Where have you been, dear!" Babette squealed, "Poor Caesar fell and hit his head, we've been lookin' all over for Luke and you! Where did you guys go?"
Lorelai shrugged, "Oh, we were just upstairs." No more no less. Just write it off as no big deal. That way, it doesn't invite questions.
"Didn't you hear the fall? It was really loud!"
"We were watching a movie," Lorelai added. "Then Kirk came up and got us. Don't know what happened to him, though. I think he's still up there. Should we send a search party?" Another great strategy, send them off in a different direction. Not quite the same as changing the subject, but just as effective without the risks of somebody noticing.
"Ah, I think he'll be okay. If he's not down in fifteen minutes we can just yell at him or somethin'. He usually responds to yelling."
"Oh, okay," Lorelai smiled and wandered over towards Luke, casually. He would know what's going on the most, right? And she wanted to know what was going on. Nothing strange happening there. Nope.
"Hey," Luke greeted her.
"Who's this?" The man she had hear earlier, apparently an EMT (the uniform kinda gave it away), asked.
"Who me?"
"Yes you."
Lorelai smirked, "Couldn't be," she teased.
"What?" The EMT looked at her like she was nuts.
"This is Lorelai. Now, what's wrong with Caesar?" Luke refocused the EMT, giving Lorelai a quick glare.
"I'm fine, Luke, really," Caesar mumbled from his position on the floor, holding an ice pack to his head. "I think the only damage was the radio."
"Which we'll get to later," Luke grumbled at Caesar, then he returned his attention to the EMT, "Now, is he going to be okay?"
The EMT shrugged, "He might have a concussion, so if I were you, I'd send him down to the hospital so that we could run some tests and make sure."
"All right, you heard the man, Caesar, you're going to the hospital."
"No, Luke, I'm fine, really."
Lorelai bent down next to Caesar, "Hey, Caesar," she smiled down at him. It was a dangerous smile, to say the least. She had won many an argument with it, and also ended up with a kid because of it, but it evened out in the wide scope of things.
"Hey, Lorelai," he smiled back at her.
"You really should get your head checked out, Caesar."
"I know."
"Well, why don't you want to go, then?"
He looked around quickly, then motioned for her to come more closely. Lorelai obliged and leaned her head down closer, "I hate hospitals," he whispered to her.
Lorelai smiled even brighter, "Well, how about this, if you go I'll promise I'll talk to Luke about the radio, deal?"
"You really think he'd let me listen to it more?"
Lorelai nodded, "I think I might be able to win you some radio listening points, but only if you go and get your head checked out."
"All right," he grumbled, "Deal."
Lorelai stood back up, "Glad to be of service, take him away, EMT guy!"
Happy, grateful, and above all else, confused, the EMT helped Caesar up off the ground, then helped him navigate through the mob towards the ambulance parked just outside.
As they loaded Caesar into the ambulance, Luke leaned over and whispered into her ear, "The radio goes."
Lorelai smirked, "We'll see."
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