Okay so here we go. Let me know what you think. I'm not sure how well I did Christopher, but here's what I've come up with.
Lorelai walked into the Independence's lobby and made a beeline for the kitchen. She pushed open the door to reveal Sookie surround by muffins.
"What is this?"
"Well, Rory can't have muffins because they're not the healthy kind and they're not on her list, but you need comfort food, and I was going a little crazy this morning, what with all the cooking for Rory. All of which prevented me from being here for you. I want to be here for you for support, comfort, ranting, whatever you need. So I thought muffins seemed appropriate. Don't you think?"
"Thank you sweetie! I do desperately need coffee and comfort. I definitely need someone to talk to. Will you be my someone?"
"Isn't that my job as your best friend? That's what I'm here for." Lorelai poured herself a cup of coffee, and leaned against the counter.
"I don't even know where to start. So many things are making me mad right now! Let's start with the fact that I was on the phone with Christopher when it happened. He was ranting about Sherry and then all of a sudden he hung up. I didn't realize until I got the call from the hospital. And I thought it was bad when Rory called me last year to tell me she was in the hospital. But no, it's a hundred times worse coming from a stranger. I honestly never want you to go through that ever with little no-sex-baby here. Panic spread over my entire body. What got me to the car was that Rory needed me. And seeing her there, laying broken in that bed, I wanted to kill Christopher. Legitimately kill him. So dead that a funeral would have been involved. It's a good thing he's hiding out in his hotel. And the thing that gets me is that Rory isn't mad. She keeps saying it was an accident and that he didn't mean to, which I know somewhere in the back of my mind to be true, but that doesn't change the fact that he did it. He hit her with his car. And I want him to pay. I want him to be punished."
"Okay, okay, breathe hon. I know "calm down" is not what you want to here right now, but,"
"I hate it when there's a but."
"Leave my but alone please."
"Well it's a very nice butt." Lorelai teased.
"That's beside the point. You trust Rory, don't you? And you know she's got a good heart, right?"
"Yes Sookie. I know she's an angel."
"Then you have to trust that she's going to do what's right for her. Even if you don't agree."
"I hate that you're so level headed and full of advice for healthy relationships. I should go talk to Luke. He'd be in favor of locking Rory in her room while we deal with Christopher."
"Sorry?" Sookie apologized, unsure of how seriously to take her friend.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough. She was getting ready to call him when I left." Lorelai told her.
Back at the house Rory was still on the couch staring at the phone. She took a deep breath and dialed.
"Hello?"
"Hi Dad."
"Oh my God, Rory. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. God, I wish I knew more words for sorry. I love you so much, and I haven't stopped thinking about you, and about how that shouldn't have happened. I should have been watching the road. I'm sorry. You have every right to hate me and never speak to me again. And I wouldn't blame you as long as you know how sorry I am. I'm just going to keep saying it until you hang up on me. And I'm going to keep sending you emails. I'll type until I have carpel tunnel, and I'll write letters, and carrier pigeons and anything else to make you believe how truly sorry I am for what happened. I'll never be able to make this up to you for as long as I live. In this life and my next life and the one after that I'll still be trying to make it up to you. I"ll probably come back as an ant or something. This is horrible what I did. I'm so so sorry..." Rory sighed and waited for her father to let her speak. The deluge kept coming and finally as he stopped to take a breath she cut him off.
"Dad. Stop. I can tell that you're sorry. You love me; I know that. Of course you didn't hit me on purpose. It was a mistake, granted a huge one, but Dad, I love you. You know the first thing I thought of when I woke up in the hospital? I looked around and saw Mom and Jess there, and then I wondered where you were."
"But then you didn't know it was me. You had to be thinking about and hating the person who . . . ran you over." His voice broke on the last words.
"Dad, I'm alive. I can still walk. For now it's with crutches, but I'm still walking. In a few months the cast will come off and a few months after that I'll be back to normal. I know you would never do this to me on purpose. That is why I'm not mad. I'm also not mad because I know how much you're torturing yourself over this, and that is enough pain and guilt to replace any that I could make you feel."
"Oh my gosh, Rory, I love you so much. I don't understand how you don't hate me right now, but I'm grateful. So grateful!"
"I may not be mad at you, but everyone in the town is, including first and foremost, Mom. Oh and Jess, Luke, Taylor, and even Kirk. There is going to be a lot of hate coming your way. You don't need to be worrying about whether or not I hate you."
"Kid, you are amazing. I don't know how you can begin to think like that. I love you so much."
"I think you said that already, Dad. I'm gonna go now, okay? I'll call again soon. Love you."
"Love you too. So, so much."
"Bye Dad."
"Bye."