Disclaimer: This is an original story based upon the characters of Gilmore Girls. No profit will be made from this story and no copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. I hope this story isn't getting old and that you don't think the chapters are stale. I do have a definite plan on where this story is going. Some of you have asked if Laura is going to get her memory back. All I can say is that I do know whether she will or not. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next installment.

"Okay," Laura said with a very serious look on her face, "I am going to ask you a serious question and the way you answer this will determine the status of our relationship for years to come. This is serious business."

"Okay, shoot" Rory said.

Laura reached behind her and picked up two bags and then faced her granddaughter. "Choose wisely," she said and then brought two bags of Doritos out from behind her back. "Cool Ranch, or Nacho Cheese"

Rory giggled, "Nacho cheese definitely," she said.

Laura smiled, "You have chosen wisely," she said adding the Doritos to the grocery cart that held a package of microwave kettle corn and the ingredients for making chocolate chips cookies. They had gone to Pizza Hut for some pizza and now were getting the supplies for the rest of the night. Laura had given Camille, Rachel and Jean the night off and it was going to be just the two of them. Laura was so excited.

"So, from here we go to the movie store, anything you particularly want to see?" she asked as they started checking out.

Rory shook her head, "Not really," she answered and then suddenly started to giggle.

"What?" Laura asked.

"It's nothing, it's just…." she started and then laughed harder, "Once you and Grandpa invited me over for a movie night. And when I got there that night, you had our own little movie theater there waiting, complete with a movie reel, a popcorn stand and our own little movie attendant who gave us tickets to come into the living room and watch the movie."

"Really?" Laura said smiling. It was obviously a pleasant memory for Rory and that made her happy.

They decided on a Meg Ryan/Tom Hanks movie night and headed back home with Sleepless in Seattle and You've Got Mail.

First they decided to make the chocolate chip cookies. Laura strapped on one of the aprons she had brought with her and gave one to Rory too. The kitchen was equipped with an electric mixer but Laura had never had one in Bentley and so she went for the bowl and wooden spoon.

"So, what did Paris say when you told her article on the need for greater drinking fountain disinfectant procedures was too boring?" Laura asked as she emptied the butter into the bowl. She had yet to remeet Paris but was interested to meet this eccentric friend of Rory's.

"She basically pulled out all the documentation on the research she had done and went on and on and on and on about it until I finally relented to let her put it in as long as she kept out the part about she theorizes that if someone really wanted to kill us off all they would have to do is implant anthrax or small pox into one drinking fountain and we would kill the entire country off in a matter of a week."

Laura gave her a curious look, "Are you serious?"

Rory rolled her eyes, "In matters of Paris I am always serious."

"So, tell me more about Logan. How long have you been seeing him?" Laura asked.

Rory smiled, "Well we went through a breakup last year, but got back together so I would say about three years,"

"And do you love him?" Laura asked.

Rory smiled as she measured out the flour. "Like this?" she asked.

"Level it off at the top with a knife," Laura instructed.

"Yes I do," Rory responded after a minute. "We've been through some hard times, but I really do love him."

Laura smiled, "That's wonderful."

Rory reached into the cupboard by the stove and brought out two cookie sheets, "You know," Rory said in a teasing voice, "There was a time when you didn't even know where the cookie sheets were in here."

Laura sighed, "Oh you are kidding,"

Rory smiled, "Nope, once the cook got snowed in and I was here for dinner and the only thing we had was a frozen pizza. You had never had a frozen pizza before and you acted like I was about to feed you worms or something."

Laura shook her head, "Well, I guess that's one thing good that has come out of all of this, I know how to cook now," she said as she started mixing in the flour.

"You enjoy it don't you?" Rory asked.

Laura smiled, "I really do. I wish I could do it more."

"Why don't you then?"

"Because that's what we have a cook for."

"That's my point Grandma, why do you have a cook?" Rory asked, as she opened the bag of chocolate chips.

Laura didn't answer because she didn't know what to answer. Had she wanted a cook? No. Did she do it because Richard told her to? Not really. She had done it because she was in Emily Gilmore's world now and in Emily Gilmore's world there was a cook.

"It makes things easier," she said and then took out two spoons to start sppoing the golden dough onto the sheet.

She gave two to Rory as well and showed her how to take a spoonful of dough and slide it off onto the sheet with the other spoon.

"That's it," she said as they went along. She gave one cookie sheet to Rory to fill and she did the other one.

They worked in silence for a moment and then Laura looked over and watched Rory fill the sheet. "You're doing a great job Sweetie," she said and turned back to her own sheet.

To her great surprise, suddenly Rory's spoons clattered to the floor and when she turned around the young woman was staring at her, with tears in her eyes.

"What is it?" Laura asked with concern. Rory turned and ran out the door and up the stairs.

Laura did not have much experience with this sort of thing, so she gave Rory a few minutes and then with some trepidation went up the stairs and knocked softly at her door. Things had been going so well, she hoped she hadn't done something to offend Rory.

"Rory?" she asked gently. "Can I come in?"

"Yes," came the muffled reply.

She opened the door and saw Rory lying on her bed crying. She moved towards her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Rory? Sweetie did I do something to hurt your feelings?"

Rory squeezed her eyes shut in a futile attempt to block out the tears and then turned to her grandmother, "No, no Grandma you didn't do anything wrong…it's just…you haven't called me that in a long time."

Laura looked at her in confusion.

"Sweetie," she replied, "You haven't called me Sweetie in a long time."

Laura reached up and put her hand on the top of Rory's head. "It's alright Rory," she said, "I'm here now."

Rory shook her head, "It's not just that Grandma. It's not just that I thought you were dead. I…"

"It's okay Rory," Laura said gently, "You can tell me."

Rory looked at her grandmother and her face crumpled again, "It was my fault Grandma. It was all my fault."

"What was Sweetie?"

She went quiet then and Laura reached over and gently put her hand on her back. Rory stared down at the bed spread for about five minutes and then looked up.

"Two years ago, I went through a really bad time. Someone I trusted and respected turned my world upside down and I dropped out of Yale and got arrested because of it. You and Grandpa took me in, you helped me through it. Mom and I were fighting and I didn't know where to go or what to do. I was really messed up."

Laura reached up and caressed the back of her head. "Go on,"

"After awhile I just got more and more confused, but I realized I needed to move out of your house and go back to school. I needed to make it back on my own and not let it get me down."

"That sounds right," Laura agreed.

Rory shook her head, "No it wasn't right Grandma. I mean it was right that I moved out, it was right that I went back to school but I was terrible to you Grandma. We were fighting all the time, we weren't even talking and when we were talking it was through the maid. And one day I just left. I didn't leave a note I didn't say goodbye I just left. And I blamed everything on you Grandma. I thought I was finally making it right, I had made up with my mom, I had a job, I had my own place, I was going back to school, but I didn't have anything to do with you or grandpa."

"Well, sounds like I wasn't really all that nice to you myself," Laura said.

Rory shook her head, "Grandma, none of that matters now, none of it. When the car accident happened…I just thought that night in the hospital that you had died thinking that I hated you, that you had lost me. I was…oh Grandma I was wrong. I'm sorry. I was wrong."

Laura leaned forward and hugged the girl to her, "It's alright Rory. You made a mistake. So did I. It's alright now."

She held her in her arms and rocked her back and forth for a moment and then when Rory broke the hug and looked at her, she rested her hand on the girls' cheek and reached up a thumb to wipe a tear out of her eye.

"So, I guess that's why I freaked out downstairs. That night, in the hospital, I just kept thinking, if I could just have you for five more minutes, it would be to tell you I'm sorry and to hear you call me Sweetie again."

Laura laid down on her side on the bed and patted the spot next to her, "Sweetie come here," she said and Rory laid down next to her, Laura put her arms around her.

"You know I don't remember anything right?" she asked.

Rory nodded.

"Nothing, I have absolutely no memory before Bentley."

Rory nodded again.

"But there are certain things that make me remember my former life, just feelings, even when I was in Bentley. I always loved the scent of lilacs and felt they were a connection to my former life, I was mesmerized by the color black for some reason, and now I know it was because it is the color of my little girl's hair," she said and tightened her grip on Rory. "You know what else? I used to watch My Fair Lady with Audrey Hepburn and every time I saw that woman it just made me so happy."

Rory reached down and touched the locket she hadn't taken off since Grandpa had put it on her. She turned it around and put her hand over the words, "Grandma's Little Audrey"

"Your grandpa once told me that some things are stronger than amnesia. That's why I fell in love with him all over again, that's why I loved your mother even before I saw her for the first time, and that's why I loved you from the moment I first saw you in that police station."

Rory stifled a small sob and put her head against her grandma's chest.

"Do you know what I think Rory?" Laura asked.

"What?" she replied.

"Grandpa told me how Lorelai ran away when she was younger, I think that must have hurt me a great deal."

"Yeah it did Grandma," Rory said, reaching up a palm and brushing tears out of her eyes.

"Well you know what I think?" she said, resting her head on top of Rory's. "I think you are the reason I remembered how to smile."

The two women just laid there for a minute, Laura keeping her arms around Rory, starting to cry tears of her own as she realized she had finally connected with this member of the family. Finally she kissed the top of the girl's head and said, "Should we go finish our cookies?"

Rory nodded, "Let's go."

They finished their cookies and ate them at the kitchen table dunking the soft gooey cookies into ice cold milk. They talked about school, the paper and Logan, Laura told Rory stories about her life in Bentley, about Josie and her children. Then they decided to get into their pajamas for the movie. It was almost too much for Rory when Laura poured the Doritos and popcorn into a bowl and poured two glasses of soda and started to take them into the family room to watch the movie. She chuckled to herself as she remembered the story when her own mother had spilled grape juice on the carpet when she was one year old and had let a few drops drip from her bottle and the expense it cost to clean it up, which her grandmother had told every time anyone dared to talk about bringing food anywhere except the kitchen.

They ended up only watching one movie, and decided they would save the next one for tomorrow. Rory went upstairs to finish getting ready for bed while Laura cleaned up and then went upstairs and gently knocked on her door.

"Come in" Rory called and Laura stepped in, Rory was sitting Indian style on her bed, brushing her long brown hair with a silver plated brush.

"That's lovely," Laura said, and Rory handed her the brush, "Where did you get it?" she asked.

"You gave it to me, on my fourteenth birthday," Rory replied.

Laura smiled, "Oh I was hoping you'd say that, I'm glad I have good taste."

Rory laughed and Laura sat down on the bed and took Rory's place brushing her hair.

They sat in silence again for a few minutes, both of them just enjoying each other's company, and then Rory whispered softly, "Were you scared? To come here I mean."

Laura stopped brushing and nodded, "Yes, I was a little. Bentley was the only life I knew, the only life I really ever had known."

Rory turned to her and smiled, "I'm glad you came back."

Laura smiled, and put her forehead against her granddaughters, "So am I Rory, so am I."

She stood up and Rory laid back down on the bed. "Goodnight Grandma," she said and suddenly if the rest of the night hadn't surprised her already, she was absolutely astounded now as the other pillow from the side of her bed suddenly came down and whapped her on the side of her head.

She stood up and looked astounded and the lady was looking rather pleased with herself. "Grandma!" she exclaimed.

Laura giggled, "I've always wanted to try that," she said smiling.

Rory instantly grabbed her own pillow and pelted one and her grandmother in return.

Laura laughed and before long the two of them were going at it full force. Soon white fluffy feathers began to fly around them like wild snow and they laughed delightedly as it fell around them. Finally, when each pillow had been completely gutted and it's contents lay scattered around the room, the two women collapsed on the bed giggling, breathing hard.

"I love you Grandma" Rory breathed between bursts of laughter.

"I love you too Sweetie," Laura replied.