Title: Slumber Party
Author: Gluglug
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Late-Third Season
Rating: PG -13
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.
Author's Note: SPOILER WARNING This is a little story based on some spoilers I read for ep 3X17 called "A Tale of Poes and Fire." The spoilers sounded very fan-ficky to me and were crying out for me to write my version of events. You can read them on the Forum For Fans spoiler board (Google for the URL). This won't be a long story - definitely under five short chapters.
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It was 10:30 and Luke was getting ready for bed when the phone rang.
"Who could be calling this late?" He muttered. "Everyone knows that 10PM is the cutoff."
Jess was sitting on his bed reading an Edgar Allen Poe anthology, engrossed in the "The Tell Tale Heart."
"Maybe it's your girlfriend, she wants to have phone sex." Jess smirked. "Don't tell her your wearing flannel unless that kind of thing turns her on."
Luke decided not to waste another "shut up" on his nephew and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Luke! Oh thank God you picked up."
"Lorelai? What's wrong?"
"Oh we just had a little fire at the Inn." Lorelai said calmly.
"What? Is anyone hurt?" Luke was immediately concerned.
"No, the fire department got here in time. But I'm afraid the top floor of the Inn is heavily damaged. I feel like the Queen of England when Windsor Castle burned, minus the crown jewels and the sensible shoes. Can I call this my annibus horriblus?"
"Lorelai I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"Well, yeah. I need a place to stay tonight."
"Huh? Did something happen to your house, too?"
"No, but all the guests from the Poe Fest had to be evacuated. I offered my house to some of them and I need a place to sleep. I've been so busy finding spaces for everyone else that I neglected to find a bed for myself. Now, here comes the part when you're supposed to offer your bed to me to reward me for my unselfishness."
Luke was stuck on the "offer your bed to me" line. Did he actually just hear her say that or was he hallucinating?
"Luke, are you there?"
Lorelai's voice broke him out of his reverie. "Yeah, sorry. Does Rory need a place to sleep, too?"
"No, she's staying with Lane. So it's just me, you and Jess."
"Well, since you're the guest, you can have my bed. I'll take the couch."
"Thanks, Luke. You're the best. Does this mean you'll make me breakfast in bed, too?"
"Don't push it. So, when should I expect you?"
"Well, I'm going to head home to get my yummy sushi pajamas and some other stuff, say half an hour?"
"See you then." Luke hung up the phone. He looked over at Jess who was smirking at him.
"So what happened? What was that about the Gilmores needing beds?"
"Apparently there was a fire at the Inn tonight. No one was hurt, but Lorelai had to find accommodations for her guests and offered up her house. She needs a place to sleep tonight. And Rory's not coming, she's at Lane's."
"And you just happened to offer up your bed to Lorelai, huh?"
"Whatever you're insinuating, just stop it, okay? She just needs a place to sleep, and I'm warning you. I want you to be respectful to Lorelai while she's here."
"I'm always respectful towards your lady friends."
"She's not my lady friend, got it?"
"Oh right, that's Nicole. You've been such a stud on the dating scene lately, I'm having a problem keeping them straight. By the way, are you going to tell Nicole about your little slumber party?"
"My conversations with Nicole are none of your business."
Jess shook his head. "Whatever, Luke." Jess swung his legs over the bed and put on his sneakers.
"Hey, I'm gonna go over to Lane's and check on Rory, I'll be back by 11:30. I'll give you some time alone with Lorelai. But keep your hands to yourself, young man."
Jess shut the door behind him, leaving Luke shaking his head. He headed to his linen closet to grab a pillow and blanket for the couch. It was going to be an interesting night.
Author: Gluglug
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Late-Third Season
Rating: PG -13
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.
Author's Note: SPOILER WARNING This is a little story based on some spoilers I read for ep 3X17 called "A Tale of Poes and Fire." The spoilers sounded very fan-ficky to me and were crying out for me to write my version of events. You can read them on the Forum For Fans spoiler board (Google for the URL). This won't be a long story - definitely under five short chapters.
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It was 10:30 and Luke was getting ready for bed when the phone rang.
"Who could be calling this late?" He muttered. "Everyone knows that 10PM is the cutoff."
Jess was sitting on his bed reading an Edgar Allen Poe anthology, engrossed in the "The Tell Tale Heart."
"Maybe it's your girlfriend, she wants to have phone sex." Jess smirked. "Don't tell her your wearing flannel unless that kind of thing turns her on."
Luke decided not to waste another "shut up" on his nephew and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Luke! Oh thank God you picked up."
"Lorelai? What's wrong?"
"Oh we just had a little fire at the Inn." Lorelai said calmly.
"What? Is anyone hurt?" Luke was immediately concerned.
"No, the fire department got here in time. But I'm afraid the top floor of the Inn is heavily damaged. I feel like the Queen of England when Windsor Castle burned, minus the crown jewels and the sensible shoes. Can I call this my annibus horriblus?"
"Lorelai I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"Well, yeah. I need a place to stay tonight."
"Huh? Did something happen to your house, too?"
"No, but all the guests from the Poe Fest had to be evacuated. I offered my house to some of them and I need a place to sleep. I've been so busy finding spaces for everyone else that I neglected to find a bed for myself. Now, here comes the part when you're supposed to offer your bed to me to reward me for my unselfishness."
Luke was stuck on the "offer your bed to me" line. Did he actually just hear her say that or was he hallucinating?
"Luke, are you there?"
Lorelai's voice broke him out of his reverie. "Yeah, sorry. Does Rory need a place to sleep, too?"
"No, she's staying with Lane. So it's just me, you and Jess."
"Well, since you're the guest, you can have my bed. I'll take the couch."
"Thanks, Luke. You're the best. Does this mean you'll make me breakfast in bed, too?"
"Don't push it. So, when should I expect you?"
"Well, I'm going to head home to get my yummy sushi pajamas and some other stuff, say half an hour?"
"See you then." Luke hung up the phone. He looked over at Jess who was smirking at him.
"So what happened? What was that about the Gilmores needing beds?"
"Apparently there was a fire at the Inn tonight. No one was hurt, but Lorelai had to find accommodations for her guests and offered up her house. She needs a place to sleep tonight. And Rory's not coming, she's at Lane's."
"And you just happened to offer up your bed to Lorelai, huh?"
"Whatever you're insinuating, just stop it, okay? She just needs a place to sleep, and I'm warning you. I want you to be respectful to Lorelai while she's here."
"I'm always respectful towards your lady friends."
"She's not my lady friend, got it?"
"Oh right, that's Nicole. You've been such a stud on the dating scene lately, I'm having a problem keeping them straight. By the way, are you going to tell Nicole about your little slumber party?"
"My conversations with Nicole are none of your business."
Jess shook his head. "Whatever, Luke." Jess swung his legs over the bed and put on his sneakers.
"Hey, I'm gonna go over to Lane's and check on Rory, I'll be back by 11:30. I'll give you some time alone with Lorelai. But keep your hands to yourself, young man."
Jess shut the door behind him, leaving Luke shaking his head. He headed to his linen closet to grab a pillow and blanket for the couch. It was going to be an interesting night.