Cracked...Literally
disclaimer : I own nothing. I want nothing.
A/N: again, i appologize for taking so long with these chapters. I had a
fleeting idea after reading hours of fics on ff.net, but i wasn't really
sure how i was going to do this. I'm supposed to be writing a 5 pager
philo. paper now. this is more important, right? i keep telling myself
this. Also, i love reviews and reviewers, and suggestions and complaints
are always welcome. Suggestions are more welcome. sorry about the
format... wordpad blows. i'm also watching "charmed" right now. man, this
show blow almost as much as wordpad.
Chapter 3
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Before leaving the diner, Luke pulled a phone book from under the counter and flipped quickly. He crossed his fingers that Sookie was in. No matter how much he denied liking Lorelai, he had a feeling that he didn't want to be involved with whatever was going on with on with her.
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Luke found the Gilmore door unlocked, but he knocked anyway. There was no response. He pushed the door open and uncomfortably stepped in. "Hello? Hellooo?" He called out, progressively louder. Still no response. He sighed, fiddled with his cap, and looked around. After a moment, he took a deep breath and made his way up the stairs.
"Lorelai? It's me. Um, are you here?? Hello?" He talked to her closed bedroom door, knocking softly. He could see that a light was on, and heard the bass of some strange music playing softly. "Lorelai? It's just Luke. I'm coming in, ok?"
He turned the doornob slowly and stepped into this room much more cautiously than the last. Once he was in, he scanned the room. It was a mess. Clothes littered the floor, and not an inch of carpeting could be seen. Magazines, papers, cds, make-up, any girl commodity that one could think of was covering the floor and bed. But Lorelai was no where in the room. Luke continued into the room, calling Lorelai the entire time. He turned and spotted the light on in the closet, and made his way over to it. He opened the door, dissapointed to see only clothes hanging and boxes on the shelf. Until he looked down.
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Lorelai slowly blinked her eyes. At first, all she could make out were blinding lights. As she came to, she could make out florescent lights attatched to a blinding white ceiling. She reached up to rub her eyes...
"HEY!! What gives? What the....?"
"Yeah, they had to restrain you. You were being a little disagreeable when they brought you in. I dunno, its procedure or something."
Lorelai turned her head toward the voice. Her blurry vision cleared as she tried to make out the figure in a baseball cap and flannell. "Luke? Wha-- What's going on? Where am I?"
"You honestly don't know."
"That's why I asked. What's going on?"
"Well, to make a long story short, I found you, passed out in your closet. You wouldn't come to, so I took you to the hospital, where they made the very intelligent diagnosis that you were hopped up on coke. Oh yeah, that's after you busted an orderly in the face, broke her nose and knocked out her two front teeth."
Lorelai laid her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes. A slow tear trickled down her cheek as she softly asked, "Where's Rory?"
"I told her to stay with her grandmother for a little bit. She was really upset about how you were acting, and didn't know what to do. That's when I came into the picture."
Luke was trying to stay calm, but failed miserably. "Lorelai, what the hell were you thinking? What the hell has been going on? No, wait, you need your rest, we'll talk later. Lorelai, if you could've seen how upset Rory was..."
Lorelai tried to listen, but it felt much better to her to drift into her medicated oblivion.
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When she awoke again, she kept her eyes shut, praying to open them and see her ceiling in Star's Hollow. She hoped that the little encounter with Luke was just a dream. She opened her eyes. It wasn't.
"Is there any way they can take these damn things off of me?"
"Lorelai, please. Just relax."
"I mean, really. This is the most uncomfortable thing ever."
"Well, after that stuff you pulled when we brought you in, I don't think they'll be unrestraining you anytime soon."
Lorelai blinked several times. She was still highly confused. And what was Luke doing there anyway?
"Luke, you totally need to explain some things to me."
"I think you're the one that has the majority of the explaining to do. Not to me even, but Rory."
"Oh god. I so do not want to have any conversation on the topic that you are insinuating with anyone, especially not her."
"You had us all so worried Lorelai. And I'm really trying to be sympathetic here, but I am still angry. Can you please fill me in? I mean, I always knew you were a junkie, I just thought it stopped with coffee. This is... wow... a definate surprise. Although it does explain a lot of things...."
"What could it possibly explain?"
Luke scratched his head and ran his hands over his face. He looked as if he had aged 5 years in 5 hours. "Well, it explains your never-ending energy supply. And how you can eat a cheeseburger a day and not blow up like a whale."
"Oh god, Luke. Can we put the comedy on hold for a minute. I don't feel too hot still."
"Sorry. You just have to understand what a shock this is, Lorelai. I... I still can't really believe it. I think I'm in shock or something. Can you at least clear some things up for me?"
"I guess. What is so unclear?"
"Well, just think about it Lorelai. What could be so unclear? Hmm, let me see. You live in Smalltown, USA, in a perfect house with your perfect job and your perfect daughter, who informs me that she thinks something is wrong with you and would I mind if I had a little talk with you? So, that being my intention, I walk into your house, finding you passed out in your closet, aparantly sporting a coke habit that would rival any leading character in "Blow". So yes, I think that warrants some explaining."
Lorelai sighed, "Well, where do you want me to start?"
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Chapter 3
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Before leaving the diner, Luke pulled a phone book from under the counter and flipped quickly. He crossed his fingers that Sookie was in. No matter how much he denied liking Lorelai, he had a feeling that he didn't want to be involved with whatever was going on with on with her.
************************
Luke found the Gilmore door unlocked, but he knocked anyway. There was no response. He pushed the door open and uncomfortably stepped in. "Hello? Hellooo?" He called out, progressively louder. Still no response. He sighed, fiddled with his cap, and looked around. After a moment, he took a deep breath and made his way up the stairs.
"Lorelai? It's me. Um, are you here?? Hello?" He talked to her closed bedroom door, knocking softly. He could see that a light was on, and heard the bass of some strange music playing softly. "Lorelai? It's just Luke. I'm coming in, ok?"
He turned the doornob slowly and stepped into this room much more cautiously than the last. Once he was in, he scanned the room. It was a mess. Clothes littered the floor, and not an inch of carpeting could be seen. Magazines, papers, cds, make-up, any girl commodity that one could think of was covering the floor and bed. But Lorelai was no where in the room. Luke continued into the room, calling Lorelai the entire time. He turned and spotted the light on in the closet, and made his way over to it. He opened the door, dissapointed to see only clothes hanging and boxes on the shelf. Until he looked down.
************************
Lorelai slowly blinked her eyes. At first, all she could make out were blinding lights. As she came to, she could make out florescent lights attatched to a blinding white ceiling. She reached up to rub her eyes...
"HEY!! What gives? What the....?"
"Yeah, they had to restrain you. You were being a little disagreeable when they brought you in. I dunno, its procedure or something."
Lorelai turned her head toward the voice. Her blurry vision cleared as she tried to make out the figure in a baseball cap and flannell. "Luke? Wha-- What's going on? Where am I?"
"You honestly don't know."
"That's why I asked. What's going on?"
"Well, to make a long story short, I found you, passed out in your closet. You wouldn't come to, so I took you to the hospital, where they made the very intelligent diagnosis that you were hopped up on coke. Oh yeah, that's after you busted an orderly in the face, broke her nose and knocked out her two front teeth."
Lorelai laid her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes. A slow tear trickled down her cheek as she softly asked, "Where's Rory?"
"I told her to stay with her grandmother for a little bit. She was really upset about how you were acting, and didn't know what to do. That's when I came into the picture."
Luke was trying to stay calm, but failed miserably. "Lorelai, what the hell were you thinking? What the hell has been going on? No, wait, you need your rest, we'll talk later. Lorelai, if you could've seen how upset Rory was..."
Lorelai tried to listen, but it felt much better to her to drift into her medicated oblivion.
***********************
When she awoke again, she kept her eyes shut, praying to open them and see her ceiling in Star's Hollow. She hoped that the little encounter with Luke was just a dream. She opened her eyes. It wasn't.
"Is there any way they can take these damn things off of me?"
"Lorelai, please. Just relax."
"I mean, really. This is the most uncomfortable thing ever."
"Well, after that stuff you pulled when we brought you in, I don't think they'll be unrestraining you anytime soon."
Lorelai blinked several times. She was still highly confused. And what was Luke doing there anyway?
"Luke, you totally need to explain some things to me."
"I think you're the one that has the majority of the explaining to do. Not to me even, but Rory."
"Oh god. I so do not want to have any conversation on the topic that you are insinuating with anyone, especially not her."
"You had us all so worried Lorelai. And I'm really trying to be sympathetic here, but I am still angry. Can you please fill me in? I mean, I always knew you were a junkie, I just thought it stopped with coffee. This is... wow... a definate surprise. Although it does explain a lot of things...."
"What could it possibly explain?"
Luke scratched his head and ran his hands over his face. He looked as if he had aged 5 years in 5 hours. "Well, it explains your never-ending energy supply. And how you can eat a cheeseburger a day and not blow up like a whale."
"Oh god, Luke. Can we put the comedy on hold for a minute. I don't feel too hot still."
"Sorry. You just have to understand what a shock this is, Lorelai. I... I still can't really believe it. I think I'm in shock or something. Can you at least clear some things up for me?"
"I guess. What is so unclear?"
"Well, just think about it Lorelai. What could be so unclear? Hmm, let me see. You live in Smalltown, USA, in a perfect house with your perfect job and your perfect daughter, who informs me that she thinks something is wrong with you and would I mind if I had a little talk with you? So, that being my intention, I walk into your house, finding you passed out in your closet, aparantly sporting a coke habit that would rival any leading character in "Blow". So yes, I think that warrants some explaining."
Lorelai sighed, "Well, where do you want me to start?"
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