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Spoilers: Everything up to and including the Season 2 Finale
Authors Note: Yeah, yeah, another one. Im just doing this on a wimb.. I dunno if its going to go anywhere, but I just had a sudden urge to try and do a *Lorelai* fic, instead of focusing on Rory. Anyways, this is a L/C.. because, well, after *finally* seeing the Season 2 finale on Tuesday, I have definitely moved on over to that side. I still love Luke though! Anyways.. I'll shut up and let you read..
The Clock is Tickin'
Part 1
"Arugh," Lorelai Gilmore mumbled, rolling over on the rumpled sheets of her bed, opening one eye to check the time. 4 am. And her head was pounding. Too much liquor, definitely too much liquor. Resigning to her fate, she slid over the side of the bed and onto the floor, where she sat momentarily before finally getting to her feet. Stumbling around in the dark, she made her way to the door and, after three failed attempts to walk down the stairs, dropped down onto her bottom and slid down them. The dim moonlight shined in through the window in the living room and she was surprised to see that the television was on. After a few moments, her eyes focused in the dark room and saw Rory, sitting on the couch with the remote in hand and a blanket draped over her shoulders. Clearing her throat, she stepped a little closer.
"Ror?"
The figure on the couch jumped and whirled around. "Jeez, Mom, you scared me!" Rory said in a stage whisper.
Lorelai walked over to the free spot on the couch and sat down. "Anything on?" She asked, motioning towards the brightly lit TV.
"Well, there was a wonderful infomercial for this superduper mop --"
"Ugh, stop right there. Mops are the last thing I need to be thinking about right now."
"Okay, got it."
Lorelai took the sudden spurt of silence to turn towards her daughter, an unreadable look on her face. "So.. what's ailing ya, kid?"
Rory frowned slightly as she met her mothers gaze. "Nothing. Why would you think there's something bothering me? Im perfectly fine. Well, my feet hurt a little from all the dancing and walking and my brain aches a little from listening to Kirk and Babette singing "Endless Love" but --"
"Okay, nothings wrong, got it." Lorelai interrupted, tugging on the blanket Rory was holding and curling up beneath what she let be taken away from her.
"What about you? What's wrong with you?"
Lorelai sighed before closing her eyes and leaning her pounding head on the youngers shoulder. "Mmm.. nothing."
Rory poked Lorelai on the shoulder. "Since when do you get up and wander around the house at 4 am when nothings wrong?"
"Im not wandering, Im sleep walking. This is dream-me, conversating with a wide awake you." Lorelai murmured.
"Mo-om.."
"Tomorrow, child. Let there be sleep, now."
And with those words, the television was shut off.
******
Same Time - Boston Mass.
Christopher Hayden was a mess. He had just left Lorelai, the woman he had loved since his early teenage years, the mother of his beautiful daughter...to come back here, where nothing made sense. Everything had just started falling into place the past few days.. him and Lorelai, finally getting the chance to do what he had wanted for as long as he could remember. And then Sherry had called and dropped the bomb on him. She was pregnant. And while he didn't love her the way he should, there was no way he was going to be the absentee father for the first 15 years of this child's life, the way he had been for Rory. But he was so torn. On one side, he had Lorelai and Rory, the two people who completed his life, the two woman, that when he was away from them, he felt incomplete. And then on the other hand, there was Sherry, a woman he cared for, in a much different way then Lorelai, but who was carrying his child. There just seemed to be no way to balance things out without hurting someone in the process.
Softly, almost silently, Christopher made his way up the stairs to the "attic" portion of his apartment, careful as he passed the door to the room where Sherry was asleep. Reaching up to the top of the door, where a key resided. Taking into his hand, he pushed into the lock on the door, turning it and opening the door. The room was dark, one small window on the far side letting in the only sign of light. As quietly as possible, he closed the door behind him, locking it and crept over to one side and turned on a tiny lamp. The light glow filled the room and he took a glance around. Everything he had accumulated over the years, that didn't really seem to have a place in his every day life was in here. Following a path through boxes and unused furniture, he clenched his jaw as he found what he was looking for. A box, no bigger then that of a box that a small television perhaps, would come in, no words marking what it was. Picking it up, he carried it to the old torn chair he kept, for one reason or another. There he sat and gently opened the flaps to be greeted by Lorelai's smiling face.
Lifting the photo album from the box, he brushed the dust off the cover. It had been awhile that something had driven him into this room, to this box, to these old memories. Sighing, he shook his head slightly and opened the album. The pictures here ranged, from pictures of their first dance together, to birthday parties, on the day of Rory's birth and more. The most recent was from a few years ago, the three of them, him, Lorelai and Rory, standing outside Richard and Emily Gilmores estate. He smiled at the memory. That weekend had been the first time he had seen them in many years and he spent those three days there, just to celebrate Rory's fourteen birthday with her. It had been awkward at first, but by the end of the first day, things were the way they should be. The way they were always meant to be. He wasn't a strong believer in fate, but deep within the confides of his heart, he knew that something would always draw him and Lorelai together. And despite the current predicament, as cliched as it might sound, love would lead them back together. It was inevitable.
******
Ah, well.. I decided to make this into a continuing fic. I just can't do short fics lol. Anyways, more.. tomorrow! Hehe.
-- Shay
Feedback: Makes me happy. Do you want to make me happy? :)
Spoilers: Everything up to and including the Season 2 Finale
Authors Note: Yeah, yeah, another one. Im just doing this on a wimb.. I dunno if its going to go anywhere, but I just had a sudden urge to try and do a *Lorelai* fic, instead of focusing on Rory. Anyways, this is a L/C.. because, well, after *finally* seeing the Season 2 finale on Tuesday, I have definitely moved on over to that side. I still love Luke though! Anyways.. I'll shut up and let you read..
Part 1
"Arugh," Lorelai Gilmore mumbled, rolling over on the rumpled sheets of her bed, opening one eye to check the time. 4 am. And her head was pounding. Too much liquor, definitely too much liquor. Resigning to her fate, she slid over the side of the bed and onto the floor, where she sat momentarily before finally getting to her feet. Stumbling around in the dark, she made her way to the door and, after three failed attempts to walk down the stairs, dropped down onto her bottom and slid down them. The dim moonlight shined in through the window in the living room and she was surprised to see that the television was on. After a few moments, her eyes focused in the dark room and saw Rory, sitting on the couch with the remote in hand and a blanket draped over her shoulders. Clearing her throat, she stepped a little closer.
"Ror?"
The figure on the couch jumped and whirled around. "Jeez, Mom, you scared me!" Rory said in a stage whisper.
Lorelai walked over to the free spot on the couch and sat down. "Anything on?" She asked, motioning towards the brightly lit TV.
"Well, there was a wonderful infomercial for this superduper mop --"
"Ugh, stop right there. Mops are the last thing I need to be thinking about right now."
"Okay, got it."
Lorelai took the sudden spurt of silence to turn towards her daughter, an unreadable look on her face. "So.. what's ailing ya, kid?"
Rory frowned slightly as she met her mothers gaze. "Nothing. Why would you think there's something bothering me? Im perfectly fine. Well, my feet hurt a little from all the dancing and walking and my brain aches a little from listening to Kirk and Babette singing "Endless Love" but --"
"Okay, nothings wrong, got it." Lorelai interrupted, tugging on the blanket Rory was holding and curling up beneath what she let be taken away from her.
"What about you? What's wrong with you?"
Lorelai sighed before closing her eyes and leaning her pounding head on the youngers shoulder. "Mmm.. nothing."
Rory poked Lorelai on the shoulder. "Since when do you get up and wander around the house at 4 am when nothings wrong?"
"Im not wandering, Im sleep walking. This is dream-me, conversating with a wide awake you." Lorelai murmured.
"Mo-om.."
"Tomorrow, child. Let there be sleep, now."
And with those words, the television was shut off.
******
Same Time - Boston Mass.
Christopher Hayden was a mess. He had just left Lorelai, the woman he had loved since his early teenage years, the mother of his beautiful daughter...to come back here, where nothing made sense. Everything had just started falling into place the past few days.. him and Lorelai, finally getting the chance to do what he had wanted for as long as he could remember. And then Sherry had called and dropped the bomb on him. She was pregnant. And while he didn't love her the way he should, there was no way he was going to be the absentee father for the first 15 years of this child's life, the way he had been for Rory. But he was so torn. On one side, he had Lorelai and Rory, the two people who completed his life, the two woman, that when he was away from them, he felt incomplete. And then on the other hand, there was Sherry, a woman he cared for, in a much different way then Lorelai, but who was carrying his child. There just seemed to be no way to balance things out without hurting someone in the process.
Softly, almost silently, Christopher made his way up the stairs to the "attic" portion of his apartment, careful as he passed the door to the room where Sherry was asleep. Reaching up to the top of the door, where a key resided. Taking into his hand, he pushed into the lock on the door, turning it and opening the door. The room was dark, one small window on the far side letting in the only sign of light. As quietly as possible, he closed the door behind him, locking it and crept over to one side and turned on a tiny lamp. The light glow filled the room and he took a glance around. Everything he had accumulated over the years, that didn't really seem to have a place in his every day life was in here. Following a path through boxes and unused furniture, he clenched his jaw as he found what he was looking for. A box, no bigger then that of a box that a small television perhaps, would come in, no words marking what it was. Picking it up, he carried it to the old torn chair he kept, for one reason or another. There he sat and gently opened the flaps to be greeted by Lorelai's smiling face.
Lifting the photo album from the box, he brushed the dust off the cover. It had been awhile that something had driven him into this room, to this box, to these old memories. Sighing, he shook his head slightly and opened the album. The pictures here ranged, from pictures of their first dance together, to birthday parties, on the day of Rory's birth and more. The most recent was from a few years ago, the three of them, him, Lorelai and Rory, standing outside Richard and Emily Gilmores estate. He smiled at the memory. That weekend had been the first time he had seen them in many years and he spent those three days there, just to celebrate Rory's fourteen birthday with her. It had been awkward at first, but by the end of the first day, things were the way they should be. The way they were always meant to be. He wasn't a strong believer in fate, but deep within the confides of his heart, he knew that something would always draw him and Lorelai together. And despite the current predicament, as cliched as it might sound, love would lead them back together. It was inevitable.
******
Ah, well.. I decided to make this into a continuing fic. I just can't do short fics lol. Anyways, more.. tomorrow! Hehe.
-- Shay