"Revolving Satellites Redux" by Gluglug
Chapter Eight: Twosome of Cuteness
Spoiler Warning/Timing: mid - Third Season
Rating: PG
Summary: Lorelai is not feeling very well..
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
Lorelai looked up at Rory in surprise. "Kirk wants his sundae? Oh, crap. I forgot about it. This day has just gone from bad to worse."
Rory sat down. "How was your little chat with Nicole? I'm dying to know what you talked about."
"I'll give you one guess."
"Luke."
"Yup."
"And I'll bet she wanted to have a little chat about your relationship with Luke. She thinks there's something between the two of you and she wanted your assurance that nothing's going on."
"Wow, John Edward, you have crossed over."
"I could tell by your body language what you were talking about. Why else would she corner you like that? She's a lawyer, you know, they're manipulative."
"Yeah, and she shamed me into giving her my free sundae, at the expense of poor Kirk. She told me this story that she was engaged once and found her fiancé in bed with his best female friend the night before their wedding." She paused and took a breath. "She then told me she hasn't dated in a long time and Luke is the first guy she can see herself with long term and she wants to avoid making another mistake. Oh, and she thinks Luke and I have a vibe."
"Doesn't Luke hate that word?"
"Yeah, and I'm beginning to hate it too. You know, Max used it - he sensed a vibe between Luke and me, and this was right before he proposed. You don't think she's gonna propose to Luke, do you?"
"Well, since she's a little gun shy, I doubt you have anything to worry about, at least short term. But Mom, you have to do something before it gets to that stage. What ever happened to you not wanting to become like Cathy in "Wuthering Heights?"
"That's before I saw her and Luke together earlier this week and her little guilt trip today. And how am I supposed to get five minutes alone with Luke anyway? He didn't take my invitation seriously and I doubt he'll ever pick up Bert at this point. I think he's found a new home, maybe he'll stop crying if we adopt him."
"Well, Nicole left, right? He's at the diner now, and it's probably pretty empty - it's well past brunch hours. Why not drop by and talk to him? Maybe you and he can go upstairs for some privacy."
"I can't talk to him now, my stomach hurts. I don't think this egg cream agreed with me."
"Well, I had one and my stomach is fine, it's probably the guilt."
"Well, I don't want to talk to him now, I think I need to walk home and clear my head. I think I need a nap, too."
"Ok, since you're too chicken, I'll go to the diner and ask Luke to drop by later. I'll tell him you're not feeling well, maybe he'll bring you some soup. He has an even harder time saying no to me, than he does to you. All I have to do is open my eyes as wide as they can go and he's putty in my hands."
"Where did you learn to be such a mistress of manipulation?"
"I learned from the best." Rory got up from the table. "Feel better."
"But wait, what do I do about Kirk?"
"Sorry, you're on your own with that one."
Lorelai got up from the table, paid for her egg cream and left. She couldn't avoid Kirk - he was right by the door.
"Hey, Lorelai, where's my sundae?"
She had to think fast. "Kirk, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling so well, the egg cream I ordered gave me a tummy ache. If I hang around here I might throw up all over you."
Lorelai wasn't really that sick, but she started stumbling around and headed towards a bush, making some retching noises for good measure. Kirk recoiled in horror.
"Oh, no problem. I'll just ask someone else to help me." He shouted after her. "Hey, maybe you should sue Taylor for food poisoning!"
Some people on the street stared at him - he was after all, wearing a sign promoting Taylor's soda shop. He prayed that Taylor hadn't heard him.
When the coast was clear, Lorelai headed home. She opened the door and there was Bert, waiting for her.
"Well, Bert, it looks like you've found yourself a new home. You can keep me company tonight while I watch "My Best Friend's Wedding" and berate myself for being such a horrible friend to Luke."
Lorelai's eyes filled with tears but she wiped them away. She had filled her quota of pathetic-ness for one day. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, she went upstairs and changed into her pajamas and flopped on the bed. She tried to sleep but couldn't.
She decided to turn on her laptop and revisited her Luke list. Perhaps if she could whittle it down to ten good reasons why she loved him, maybe he would listen to her after all. She started a new document entitled "Top Ten Reasons Why Lorelai Gilmore loves Luke Danes."
A half an hour later, Lorelai finished her list and heard a knock on her door.
She looked up and saw Rory carrying a paper bag.
"Hey, mom how are you feeling?"
"Better, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore. Now it's just my heart that aches."
"Well, maybe this will help. I brought you some chicken soup from Luke's. I told him you were sick, so he wrapped this up especially for you. Do you want me to put it on a tray for you?"
"Sure, I'm hungry."
A few minutes later, Rory returned with a tray. Lorelai sipped the soup and even at some of the carrots.
"Wow, you really must be heartsick if you're eating carrots."
"Well, I have to take Luke's love where I can get it. I bet he's not coming, huh?"
"You obviously underestimated my powers of persuasion. He said he'd come by tonight before his date, probably around six."
Lorelai perked up. "You got him to commit to a time?"
"I can't promise, but he's picking up Nicole at 7:30 and Jess is taking over for him at dinner time so I'd imagine he'll be here around six."
"Do not mention that woman by name - she is now referred to as Cruella DeVille." She motioned to her laptop. "Anyway, I just revised my Luke list. It's now a top ten list, you know like Letterman has. It's the 'Top Ten Reasons Why Lorelai Gilmore loves Luke Danes.' I decided to put my Letterman crush to good use."
"Ooh, can I see?"
Lorelai closed her laptop. "Nope, sorry. You are my best friend in the world but I want Luke to see it first. Besides, it's really schmoopy and embarrassing and I don't want any last minute edits or reasons to lose my nerve."
Rory nodded. "Understood. Hey I have a good feeling about this. Just think 'twosome of cuteness', let that be your mantra."
"So what do you have planned for tonight, Rory? Going back to the diner to play kissy face with Jess?"
"No, I've done that already. Besides, we're spending tomorrow afternoon with the Sex Pistols."
"As in Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious, right? This isn't some sort of reference to Jess' manhood, correct?"
"Gross, you really have got to get your mind out of the gutter. No, we're watching 'Sid and Nancy' on tape and the 'Great Rock and Roll Swindle' on DVD. Jess just bought a DVD player with his Wal-Mart discount, he was so excited yesterday. Anyway, tonight I'm going to have dinner at Lane's."
"My sympathies - more tofurkey sandwiches?"
"I hope not, maybe we can sneak out for some burgers. Anyway, Lane's having boy angst with Dave and needs someone to talk to. She also ordered some new Peel Sessions and wants me to hear them. We're gonna spend some quality time in her walk-in closet while her mother thinks we're listening to hymns."
"What a strange friendship you have. But I'm glad you're spending time with her. She's such a great kid - I wish her mom would just let her be who she is. I worry about her, you know. I see a lot of myself in her, well, before I had you. I just pray she doesn't wind up pregnant."
"I don't think that will happen, her mom keeps her under lock and key, I bet she's even given her a chastity belt."
"Hey, hon - don't give me any ideas."
"Well, I should get some homework done before I leave for Lane's. I'll be gone by 5:30 and won't be back until 10 or so. What are you gonna do for dinner?"
"Oh, this soup filled me up, I'm fine. I'm gonna take a nap now, please wake me up before you go-go."
"Cause you're not planning on going solo?"
Lorelai laughed. "Exactly."
Rory took the tray and left the room. Lorelai took one last look at her list, saved it and closed her laptop with a satisfied smile. She settled back under the covers for her nap, this time she fell asleep easily.
She had a wonderful dream where Luke came to her door dressed in a designer suit, carrying a dozen roses. He told her that he had broken up with Nicole because he couldn't stop thinking about her, even for a moment. They confessed their undying love and went upstairs to her bedroom to make mad, passionate love.
"Luuuuke."
Suddenly, Lorelai was pulled out of her dream by Rory's shaking her shoulder.
"Mom, time to get up! I'm just about to leave for Lane's. And guess what, Luuuuke's here! He's in the living room and he's wearing a really nice suit. I think he's even shaved!"
"Does he have a dozen roses?" she asked dreamily.
"Afraid not, but he did bring you more chicken soup, should he bring it up here?"
Remembering her dream, she decided that wouldn't be the wisest choice. She sat up and ran her hand through her bed head. "Um, no. Tell him I just woke up and I'll be downstairs in a few minutes. Oh, and tell him he can fix himself some tea."
"Okay, Mom. Good luck, and remember 'twosome of cuteness.'"
Lorelai got out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve herself and then washed her hands. She looked in the mirror - she didn't exactly look her best. But if Luke thought she was sick, he wasn't expecting her to look like a beauty queen and he had seen her look worse.
She splashed some cold water on her face and then ran her damp fingers through her waves, so she wouldn't resemble a mental patient. Once she thought she looked presentable, she headed downstairs to see a man about a toolbox.
A/N: In the next chapter, Lorelai and Luke will finally have their little chat. Will she lose her nerve? Stay tuned..
Chapter Eight: Twosome of Cuteness
Spoiler Warning/Timing: mid - Third Season
Rating: PG
Summary: Lorelai is not feeling very well..
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
Lorelai looked up at Rory in surprise. "Kirk wants his sundae? Oh, crap. I forgot about it. This day has just gone from bad to worse."
Rory sat down. "How was your little chat with Nicole? I'm dying to know what you talked about."
"I'll give you one guess."
"Luke."
"Yup."
"And I'll bet she wanted to have a little chat about your relationship with Luke. She thinks there's something between the two of you and she wanted your assurance that nothing's going on."
"Wow, John Edward, you have crossed over."
"I could tell by your body language what you were talking about. Why else would she corner you like that? She's a lawyer, you know, they're manipulative."
"Yeah, and she shamed me into giving her my free sundae, at the expense of poor Kirk. She told me this story that she was engaged once and found her fiancé in bed with his best female friend the night before their wedding." She paused and took a breath. "She then told me she hasn't dated in a long time and Luke is the first guy she can see herself with long term and she wants to avoid making another mistake. Oh, and she thinks Luke and I have a vibe."
"Doesn't Luke hate that word?"
"Yeah, and I'm beginning to hate it too. You know, Max used it - he sensed a vibe between Luke and me, and this was right before he proposed. You don't think she's gonna propose to Luke, do you?"
"Well, since she's a little gun shy, I doubt you have anything to worry about, at least short term. But Mom, you have to do something before it gets to that stage. What ever happened to you not wanting to become like Cathy in "Wuthering Heights?"
"That's before I saw her and Luke together earlier this week and her little guilt trip today. And how am I supposed to get five minutes alone with Luke anyway? He didn't take my invitation seriously and I doubt he'll ever pick up Bert at this point. I think he's found a new home, maybe he'll stop crying if we adopt him."
"Well, Nicole left, right? He's at the diner now, and it's probably pretty empty - it's well past brunch hours. Why not drop by and talk to him? Maybe you and he can go upstairs for some privacy."
"I can't talk to him now, my stomach hurts. I don't think this egg cream agreed with me."
"Well, I had one and my stomach is fine, it's probably the guilt."
"Well, I don't want to talk to him now, I think I need to walk home and clear my head. I think I need a nap, too."
"Ok, since you're too chicken, I'll go to the diner and ask Luke to drop by later. I'll tell him you're not feeling well, maybe he'll bring you some soup. He has an even harder time saying no to me, than he does to you. All I have to do is open my eyes as wide as they can go and he's putty in my hands."
"Where did you learn to be such a mistress of manipulation?"
"I learned from the best." Rory got up from the table. "Feel better."
"But wait, what do I do about Kirk?"
"Sorry, you're on your own with that one."
Lorelai got up from the table, paid for her egg cream and left. She couldn't avoid Kirk - he was right by the door.
"Hey, Lorelai, where's my sundae?"
She had to think fast. "Kirk, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling so well, the egg cream I ordered gave me a tummy ache. If I hang around here I might throw up all over you."
Lorelai wasn't really that sick, but she started stumbling around and headed towards a bush, making some retching noises for good measure. Kirk recoiled in horror.
"Oh, no problem. I'll just ask someone else to help me." He shouted after her. "Hey, maybe you should sue Taylor for food poisoning!"
Some people on the street stared at him - he was after all, wearing a sign promoting Taylor's soda shop. He prayed that Taylor hadn't heard him.
When the coast was clear, Lorelai headed home. She opened the door and there was Bert, waiting for her.
"Well, Bert, it looks like you've found yourself a new home. You can keep me company tonight while I watch "My Best Friend's Wedding" and berate myself for being such a horrible friend to Luke."
Lorelai's eyes filled with tears but she wiped them away. She had filled her quota of pathetic-ness for one day. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, she went upstairs and changed into her pajamas and flopped on the bed. She tried to sleep but couldn't.
She decided to turn on her laptop and revisited her Luke list. Perhaps if she could whittle it down to ten good reasons why she loved him, maybe he would listen to her after all. She started a new document entitled "Top Ten Reasons Why Lorelai Gilmore loves Luke Danes."
A half an hour later, Lorelai finished her list and heard a knock on her door.
She looked up and saw Rory carrying a paper bag.
"Hey, mom how are you feeling?"
"Better, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore. Now it's just my heart that aches."
"Well, maybe this will help. I brought you some chicken soup from Luke's. I told him you were sick, so he wrapped this up especially for you. Do you want me to put it on a tray for you?"
"Sure, I'm hungry."
A few minutes later, Rory returned with a tray. Lorelai sipped the soup and even at some of the carrots.
"Wow, you really must be heartsick if you're eating carrots."
"Well, I have to take Luke's love where I can get it. I bet he's not coming, huh?"
"You obviously underestimated my powers of persuasion. He said he'd come by tonight before his date, probably around six."
Lorelai perked up. "You got him to commit to a time?"
"I can't promise, but he's picking up Nicole at 7:30 and Jess is taking over for him at dinner time so I'd imagine he'll be here around six."
"Do not mention that woman by name - she is now referred to as Cruella DeVille." She motioned to her laptop. "Anyway, I just revised my Luke list. It's now a top ten list, you know like Letterman has. It's the 'Top Ten Reasons Why Lorelai Gilmore loves Luke Danes.' I decided to put my Letterman crush to good use."
"Ooh, can I see?"
Lorelai closed her laptop. "Nope, sorry. You are my best friend in the world but I want Luke to see it first. Besides, it's really schmoopy and embarrassing and I don't want any last minute edits or reasons to lose my nerve."
Rory nodded. "Understood. Hey I have a good feeling about this. Just think 'twosome of cuteness', let that be your mantra."
"So what do you have planned for tonight, Rory? Going back to the diner to play kissy face with Jess?"
"No, I've done that already. Besides, we're spending tomorrow afternoon with the Sex Pistols."
"As in Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious, right? This isn't some sort of reference to Jess' manhood, correct?"
"Gross, you really have got to get your mind out of the gutter. No, we're watching 'Sid and Nancy' on tape and the 'Great Rock and Roll Swindle' on DVD. Jess just bought a DVD player with his Wal-Mart discount, he was so excited yesterday. Anyway, tonight I'm going to have dinner at Lane's."
"My sympathies - more tofurkey sandwiches?"
"I hope not, maybe we can sneak out for some burgers. Anyway, Lane's having boy angst with Dave and needs someone to talk to. She also ordered some new Peel Sessions and wants me to hear them. We're gonna spend some quality time in her walk-in closet while her mother thinks we're listening to hymns."
"What a strange friendship you have. But I'm glad you're spending time with her. She's such a great kid - I wish her mom would just let her be who she is. I worry about her, you know. I see a lot of myself in her, well, before I had you. I just pray she doesn't wind up pregnant."
"I don't think that will happen, her mom keeps her under lock and key, I bet she's even given her a chastity belt."
"Hey, hon - don't give me any ideas."
"Well, I should get some homework done before I leave for Lane's. I'll be gone by 5:30 and won't be back until 10 or so. What are you gonna do for dinner?"
"Oh, this soup filled me up, I'm fine. I'm gonna take a nap now, please wake me up before you go-go."
"Cause you're not planning on going solo?"
Lorelai laughed. "Exactly."
Rory took the tray and left the room. Lorelai took one last look at her list, saved it and closed her laptop with a satisfied smile. She settled back under the covers for her nap, this time she fell asleep easily.
She had a wonderful dream where Luke came to her door dressed in a designer suit, carrying a dozen roses. He told her that he had broken up with Nicole because he couldn't stop thinking about her, even for a moment. They confessed their undying love and went upstairs to her bedroom to make mad, passionate love.
"Luuuuke."
Suddenly, Lorelai was pulled out of her dream by Rory's shaking her shoulder.
"Mom, time to get up! I'm just about to leave for Lane's. And guess what, Luuuuke's here! He's in the living room and he's wearing a really nice suit. I think he's even shaved!"
"Does he have a dozen roses?" she asked dreamily.
"Afraid not, but he did bring you more chicken soup, should he bring it up here?"
Remembering her dream, she decided that wouldn't be the wisest choice. She sat up and ran her hand through her bed head. "Um, no. Tell him I just woke up and I'll be downstairs in a few minutes. Oh, and tell him he can fix himself some tea."
"Okay, Mom. Good luck, and remember 'twosome of cuteness.'"
Lorelai got out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve herself and then washed her hands. She looked in the mirror - she didn't exactly look her best. But if Luke thought she was sick, he wasn't expecting her to look like a beauty queen and he had seen her look worse.
She splashed some cold water on her face and then ran her damp fingers through her waves, so she wouldn't resemble a mental patient. Once she thought she looked presentable, she headed downstairs to see a man about a toolbox.
A/N: In the next chapter, Lorelai and Luke will finally have their little chat. Will she lose her nerve? Stay tuned..