Author's Note: Hello there! I feel better. Here's the chapter! Some of you asked me what was wrong with Rory. Well...grins evilly you'll find out when the time comes.

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Special thanks to my Beta reader, emilygilmorerocks! Thank you!

I'm on my back, lying under a tree. Richard's on top of me, kissing my neck. We've been here all day, just like this. There's not a cloud in the sky, the birds are singing in the trees, and the water is perfect for swimming.

Suddenly, a thunder clap explodes from the sky, and dark clouds start growing.

And it's not Richard on top of me anymore. It's Simon.

I jolt up in bed, a scream escaping my lips. Richard sits up next to me and puts his hand on my arm. "Emily, are you alright?" he asks groggily.

"I'm fine. Just a nightmare, that's all." I reassure him. He looks at me, knowing I'm not telling the whole truth. "It was...that nightmare, wasn't it?" He scoots closer to me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Yes" I whisper. "I don't know why I would have it. I mean, I haven't had it since the night Rory...left." My heart stops. Something's wrong.

The phone rings, causing both of us to jump. I grab it and answer. "Hello?"

"Emily!" It's Mitcham Huntzburger. Why on Earth is he calling us at this time of night?

"Hello, Mitcham. Wh–" I say, but he interrupts.

"They were in an accident." Oh God.

"What?" I say quietly.

"They were on their way back to Yale. She lost control of the car. I–"

"Where are they?" I jump out of bed and walk quickly over to my closet.

"Lichfield Memorial. I don't know anything about Rory's condition." I don't expect you do, Mitcham. You're not a relative.

"We'll be there in 30 minutes." I hang up before he can protest, and I grab a shirt.

"Emily, what is it?" Richard asks, following me to my dressing area. I don't answer. "Honey, you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

"Rory and Logan..." I can feel tears forming in my eyes. "They were in an accident." He pales. Rory's his little angel. She always has been, and always will be.

We're out of the house in 10 minutes, and Richard's driving like a mad man. Normally, I would be yelling at him for going 90, but not tonight.

I gasp. "Lorelai!"

"Call her. My cell's in my pocket." he says, passing a car. I dig in his pocket and look at him curiously. "Try again."

He blushes. "Um...Not those pockets." I realize what he means. I stick my hand in his pants pocket and, if the circumstances would have been different, I would have...well..., but they're not. I free my hand, and dial my daughter's number.

"Hello?" she answers sleepily.

"Lorelai, Sweetie, you need to sit up." I say, my voice shaking slightly.

"Mom?" I hear her bed squeak. "What's wrong? Is Dad ok?"

"Yes, he's fine. I'm fine as well." I sigh. "It's Rory."

"What happened?" I can hear her tears thickening her voice. "Is she ok?"

"I don't know. She was in an accident with Logan. She was driving and lost control. That's all I know." I can see the hospital in the distance.

"Mom..." She sobs. "What if she's de–"

"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, she's fine. She probably had a few cuts and bruises, but she's going to be alright." I don't know who I'm trying to convince more, Lorelai or me.

"Where is she? Which hospital?"

"She's in Lichfield Memorial. We're pulling into a parking lot now." I sigh. I owe Richard so much.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Lorelai!" I hope I caught her before she hung up.

"Yes, Mom?" Oh, thank God.

"You don't need to be driving."

"Well, who do you suggest drives?" She's not being her usual sarcastic self. She's, for once, being serious.

"Sookie, or Jackson."

"They're asleep and have children of their own to take care of."

"And you're 3 months pregnant. You have to be careful not to over-stress yourself." Richard opens my door for me and helps me out. We walk quickly to the main lobby. He finds me a seat and goes up to the nurse behind the desk.

"Why can't I drive? It's not a stressful activity."

"Yes it is." I look up when someone taps my shoulder. It's Joshua. He looks at me, then points to the 'No electronic Communication Devices' sign. I walk outside and lean against the building. "Look, I know you're worried. I know you want to get here as fast as you can. Get someone, I don't care who, and get them to drive you here. I don't want you to get so stressed, you lose the baby." I stifle a sob. "It would be too much on all of us, ok?"

"Alright. You're right. I'll get someone. Just...make sure she's ok. I...I just don't know what I would do if she wasn't." She's crying.

"I will. Hurry, but don't–"

"Stress myself too much. Got it."

"I love you, Lorelai."

"I love you, too, Mom." I hang up and walk back inside. Richard's sitting in the chair I was in, his head in his hands. "What is it?" I ask, sitting next to him.

"Joshua just went in to see her. He said she fractured her rib cage, but that's all he knows. He said he'll come back when he knows more." he replies, rubbing his temples. I place my hand on his arm, causing him to turn his head in my direction. I give him a quick kiss and whisper, "She's going to be alright, Richard. She's going to be alright."

"Emily! Richard!" I hear someone yell from the end of the hall. It's Mitcham. I look in his direction, and I want to growl. "Hello, Mitcham." I say, sitting back a little in my seat. Richard stands up and shakes his hand. He's so professional.

"How's Logan?" I ask, keeping my mind from my Lorelais.

"He's alright. He's got a pinched nerve and a concussion, but he's fine." Mitcham replies, running his hand through his hair. "I don't think I've been this nervous since he fell off that cliff."

"Well, it's good he's doing alright." I say, trying to sound like I care. Mitcham pats Richard's shoulder and says, "I'm sure she'll be fine." With that, he walks off. Richard sits back down and leans over against me. "Do you want to go find a more comfortable spot to sit?" I ask quietly.

"Sure." he says, standing and helping me up.

We walk over to a couch and sit down. I take my shoes off and pull my feet up. Richard puts his arms around me and his head on top of mine.

We sit like this for an eternity, it seems like.

Where are you, Lorelai?

Author's note: I know, it's short, but it's an update. Please review. I'm depressed enough as it is. They make me smile a lot:)

Branda