A/N If you're looking for other Freaky Friday type stories on this site (They are so much fun!), here they are:
Freaky Friday by RoryLeighDugray (R/T and L/L)
Get out of my head! by Javalass (R/T)
Ress and Jory by jesslover (literati)
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"Hallo, Blauwein Inn, Michel hier."
"How many times have I told you to speak English when answering the phone?"
"A Frenchwoman keeps ringing me up about making a booking when I've told her three times, in both English and French, that we're full this weekend. I thought I'd try German this time, in the hope that she'll get the message."
"No excuses buster! I'm giving you random calls from now on to monitor you."
There was a pause. "Rory?"
"Uh…um…yeah."
Michel cleared his throat. "I see your delightful mother has been teaching you how to abuse and harass employees. Using me as practice are you?"
"I didn't know you spoke German." She tried to change the subject.
"It was either that or a Latin major. Is Lorelai coming to work? Or has she decided to spend the day teaching you how to deal with law suits from oppressed employees?"
"Is Sookie there?"
"Your mother had better be coming in. A man is demanding a new room after he discovered that we used lavender air-fresheners in his wardrobe. He says that it is 'cruelty to insects' as it reduces the air pressure of their nesting environment."
"Sookie! Now!" She demanded. Michel sighed and sauntered into the kitchen with the cordless. "Sookie, for you."
"Who is it?"
He dropped the phone down on the counter. "Lorelai is having a mid-life crisis and is using her daughter as her only link to the real world."
"She's too young to have a mid-life crisis."
Michel shrugged. "You have your opinion, I have mine." Sookie dropped the spoon onto the bench, wiped her hands on her apron and took the phone. "Rory?"
"Sookie it's me, Lorelai."
Sookie frowned in confusion. She was sure it was Rory's voice. "Uh, hey Rory. You don't mind if I still call you that do you? It's just that it's kind of stuck with me since you were eight years old and-"
"No Sookie! I'm Lorelai!"
Sookie wondered if she had missed something. "Um, okay, can I talk to the other older Lorelai of the house now?"
"Urrrrrgh! I know I sound like Rory but it's really me."
The cook took a deep deep breath before speaking again. "Rory, honey, are you okay?"
There was a brief silence down the other end of the phone. "I sound like Rory don't I?"
"We all want Celine Dion's voice, but I'd have to say yes honey. You sound pretty much like yourself."
There was a sigh. "Can you tell Michel that MOM can't make it in today? She's not feeling well."
"Do you think I should come over?"
"No it's fine."
"It doesn't sound fine."
"It's fine."
"Why don't I feel reassured?"
"I'll call you later. Oh by the way, remind Michel that the Inn has a perfectly good name which does not, unlike the one he used three minutes ago, refer to a German alcoholic. Bye." Lorelai hung up the phone and glared at the floor. She was still in Rory's school shoes.
Where the hell was her own body?
More importantly, where was Rory?
"I need a drink." Lorelai slumped over to her own wardrobe. She decided to get changed and then go to Luke's. Maybe if she got out of the house, things would go back to normal.
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Lorelai entered the diner with low spirits. People had been greeting her all morning with the wrong name:
"Hi Rory! No school today?"
"Hey sweetie. Is your mother sleeping in today? Tut tut. Luke will be disappointed."
"Let us know how you did on that History and Arts exam Rory. Don't forget, I expect an autograph before you leave for Harvard.'"
"Have you seen Kirk's cat? The damned thing has run away and he keeps spying on everyone like he's investigating a kidnapping. Here, give some of these flyers to your mother. She can put them up at that Inn she works at. Get her to persuade Luke to put one up as well. There's a good girl."
Lorelai felt like she was going to scream. She clung desperately to the handle of the door, causing the bell to jingle loudly. Did Rory really have to deal with this kind of pressure everyday? It just wasn't right! It wasn't like she was the Stars Hollow Beauty Queen or Taylor's wife or anything.
Her only hope now was Luke. Surely he'd see her for who she was.
And if he didn't?
Lorelai paused to consider this. She knew that she could not exactly TELL him what had happened to her. He'd probably laugh in her face if she did. Perhaps, she could make up something to tell him?
Catching the sight of flannel, Lorelai relaxed the tightened muscles in her shoulders and made her way to the counter. She was about to call out his name, when she realized the guy wearing the flannel wasn't Luke, but Jess.
Oh God. "Jess?" She hadn't given the slightest thought about him until now. Rest assured that she was beginning to wish very much that she had. He'd probably want to kiss her and grope her and…SHE'D HIT THAT BRAT OVER THE HEAD WITH A FRYING PAN BEFORE SHE'D LET THAT HAPPEN!
She was still getting over the initial shock of seeing him when he flashed a nervous smile in her direction. "Rory. Coffee?" His eyes flitted to the door behind her as if he was waiting for someone else. Then he said the last thing she ever expected. "Where's Lorelai?"
"Why? Scared of her?" She said coldly. Whether inside Rory's body or not, her dislike of him was still as deep-cut as ever.
Jess was clearly puzzled by her cool answer. "She just hasn't turned up for her daily coffee fix yet. Is everything okay?"
No wonder Rory liked the little jerk. He was so deceivingly NICE to her.
"I don't want to talk about it." Lorelai hunched moodily over the counter. "I see you're trying to get on Luke's good side this morning." She glanced pointedly at the flannel shirt he was wearing over the top of one of his own black shirts.
"Huh?"
"You know he hates it when you do that." She tugged at the shirt roughly. Jess looked down and stared at the flannel as if he hadn't known that he'd put it on in the first place.
"Where's Luke?" She finally asked, hoping that the dratted boy wasn't on drugs. Jess didn't reply straight away. He looked so worried that Lorelai almost began to feel sorry for him. She was, perhaps, being a little harsh.
"Well?" She prompted impatiently. "Have you killed him or something?"
"I don't know." He shrugged uncertainly. Lorelai pursed her lips. Trust Luke to pull a disappearing act when she was stuck in the middle of the Twilight Zone.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.
"I'll be fine when you take Luke's shirt off!" Lorelai snapped. "Why do you always have to annoy him like that? He's done nothing to you! Well, except for pushing you into the lake, but that was your own fault."
Jess's face reddened. "I didn't………that's not-aaaaaaah forget it!" He removed the flannel and flung it over his shoulder in a Luke-like manner. "Happy? I'll use it as another tea towel."
"Coffee please." Lorelai favored him with one of her more attractive smiles. Finally! The boy was co-operating.
"Coffee will kill you." He slammed an empty mug in front of her nose and folded his arms.
"So will Luke if you don't serve me."
"What makes you think that?"
"'Cause Luke's the official Gilmore friend. He's a bodyguard and guardian angel all rolled into a neat 'one-hundred percent cotton' package."
She had expected a rude comment from him at the very least. Instead, Jess's face had turned an unmistakable beetroot red.
"Look at your face! The town rebel is all embarrassed."
"You talk just like Lorelai. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Awwww, that's good right?"
"I always thought you had a little more sense than her. Guess I was wrong."
"I do! I mean, she does-I mean, I do!"
Jess stopped what he was doing and curiously searched her guilty face. Lorelai almost felt like he was looking past the 'Rory face' and seeing her for the fraud she was. It must have been all in her head, because the next moment, Jess gave himself a shake. "Sorry. This has been one hell of a day so far."
"I know the feeling."
"I'm still not giving you coffee."
"If you don't give me coffee I will have to do something desperate."
"Like what? Drink water?"
"I'll tell Luke you took his shirt."
Jess shrugged, picked up the shirt defiantly and began wiping the counter with it. She was about to make a smart comment on hygiene when she noticed a smile showing at the corners of his mouth.
"Stop provoking me!" She yelled accusingly.
"Well." Jess smiled. "It made you forget your woes for a second didn't it?"
Funny, that was something she thought only Luke did.
"Coffee please." She murmured suspiciously, not taking her eyes off him for a second. Jess's face was carrying an oddly familiar frown as he went about filling the cup.
"Hurry up!"
Jess grunted and continued pouring slowly.
Jess grunted? Oh this was too much. First with her being in Rory's body…
An idea suddenly occurred to her.
"Luke?!" She cried after him excitedly. The coffee pot slipped out of Jess's hands and hit the floor with a resounding crash.
"Son of a-" He swore heavily as he bent down to clean up the mess. Lorelai jumped out of her chair and ran around the counter to where he was crouched.
"You're not allowed on this side." Jess growled at her nervously. Lorelai's mouth flew open.
"Luke! It really IS you!"
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TBC
Freaky Friday by RoryLeighDugray (R/T and L/L)
Get out of my head! by Javalass (R/T)
Ress and Jory by jesslover (literati)
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"Hallo, Blauwein Inn, Michel hier."
"How many times have I told you to speak English when answering the phone?"
"A Frenchwoman keeps ringing me up about making a booking when I've told her three times, in both English and French, that we're full this weekend. I thought I'd try German this time, in the hope that she'll get the message."
"No excuses buster! I'm giving you random calls from now on to monitor you."
There was a pause. "Rory?"
"Uh…um…yeah."
Michel cleared his throat. "I see your delightful mother has been teaching you how to abuse and harass employees. Using me as practice are you?"
"I didn't know you spoke German." She tried to change the subject.
"It was either that or a Latin major. Is Lorelai coming to work? Or has she decided to spend the day teaching you how to deal with law suits from oppressed employees?"
"Is Sookie there?"
"Your mother had better be coming in. A man is demanding a new room after he discovered that we used lavender air-fresheners in his wardrobe. He says that it is 'cruelty to insects' as it reduces the air pressure of their nesting environment."
"Sookie! Now!" She demanded. Michel sighed and sauntered into the kitchen with the cordless. "Sookie, for you."
"Who is it?"
He dropped the phone down on the counter. "Lorelai is having a mid-life crisis and is using her daughter as her only link to the real world."
"She's too young to have a mid-life crisis."
Michel shrugged. "You have your opinion, I have mine." Sookie dropped the spoon onto the bench, wiped her hands on her apron and took the phone. "Rory?"
"Sookie it's me, Lorelai."
Sookie frowned in confusion. She was sure it was Rory's voice. "Uh, hey Rory. You don't mind if I still call you that do you? It's just that it's kind of stuck with me since you were eight years old and-"
"No Sookie! I'm Lorelai!"
Sookie wondered if she had missed something. "Um, okay, can I talk to the other older Lorelai of the house now?"
"Urrrrrgh! I know I sound like Rory but it's really me."
The cook took a deep deep breath before speaking again. "Rory, honey, are you okay?"
There was a brief silence down the other end of the phone. "I sound like Rory don't I?"
"We all want Celine Dion's voice, but I'd have to say yes honey. You sound pretty much like yourself."
There was a sigh. "Can you tell Michel that MOM can't make it in today? She's not feeling well."
"Do you think I should come over?"
"No it's fine."
"It doesn't sound fine."
"It's fine."
"Why don't I feel reassured?"
"I'll call you later. Oh by the way, remind Michel that the Inn has a perfectly good name which does not, unlike the one he used three minutes ago, refer to a German alcoholic. Bye." Lorelai hung up the phone and glared at the floor. She was still in Rory's school shoes.
Where the hell was her own body?
More importantly, where was Rory?
"I need a drink." Lorelai slumped over to her own wardrobe. She decided to get changed and then go to Luke's. Maybe if she got out of the house, things would go back to normal.
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Lorelai entered the diner with low spirits. People had been greeting her all morning with the wrong name:
"Hi Rory! No school today?"
"Hey sweetie. Is your mother sleeping in today? Tut tut. Luke will be disappointed."
"Let us know how you did on that History and Arts exam Rory. Don't forget, I expect an autograph before you leave for Harvard.'"
"Have you seen Kirk's cat? The damned thing has run away and he keeps spying on everyone like he's investigating a kidnapping. Here, give some of these flyers to your mother. She can put them up at that Inn she works at. Get her to persuade Luke to put one up as well. There's a good girl."
Lorelai felt like she was going to scream. She clung desperately to the handle of the door, causing the bell to jingle loudly. Did Rory really have to deal with this kind of pressure everyday? It just wasn't right! It wasn't like she was the Stars Hollow Beauty Queen or Taylor's wife or anything.
Her only hope now was Luke. Surely he'd see her for who she was.
And if he didn't?
Lorelai paused to consider this. She knew that she could not exactly TELL him what had happened to her. He'd probably laugh in her face if she did. Perhaps, she could make up something to tell him?
Catching the sight of flannel, Lorelai relaxed the tightened muscles in her shoulders and made her way to the counter. She was about to call out his name, when she realized the guy wearing the flannel wasn't Luke, but Jess.
Oh God. "Jess?" She hadn't given the slightest thought about him until now. Rest assured that she was beginning to wish very much that she had. He'd probably want to kiss her and grope her and…SHE'D HIT THAT BRAT OVER THE HEAD WITH A FRYING PAN BEFORE SHE'D LET THAT HAPPEN!
She was still getting over the initial shock of seeing him when he flashed a nervous smile in her direction. "Rory. Coffee?" His eyes flitted to the door behind her as if he was waiting for someone else. Then he said the last thing she ever expected. "Where's Lorelai?"
"Why? Scared of her?" She said coldly. Whether inside Rory's body or not, her dislike of him was still as deep-cut as ever.
Jess was clearly puzzled by her cool answer. "She just hasn't turned up for her daily coffee fix yet. Is everything okay?"
No wonder Rory liked the little jerk. He was so deceivingly NICE to her.
"I don't want to talk about it." Lorelai hunched moodily over the counter. "I see you're trying to get on Luke's good side this morning." She glanced pointedly at the flannel shirt he was wearing over the top of one of his own black shirts.
"Huh?"
"You know he hates it when you do that." She tugged at the shirt roughly. Jess looked down and stared at the flannel as if he hadn't known that he'd put it on in the first place.
"Where's Luke?" She finally asked, hoping that the dratted boy wasn't on drugs. Jess didn't reply straight away. He looked so worried that Lorelai almost began to feel sorry for him. She was, perhaps, being a little harsh.
"Well?" She prompted impatiently. "Have you killed him or something?"
"I don't know." He shrugged uncertainly. Lorelai pursed her lips. Trust Luke to pull a disappearing act when she was stuck in the middle of the Twilight Zone.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.
"I'll be fine when you take Luke's shirt off!" Lorelai snapped. "Why do you always have to annoy him like that? He's done nothing to you! Well, except for pushing you into the lake, but that was your own fault."
Jess's face reddened. "I didn't………that's not-aaaaaaah forget it!" He removed the flannel and flung it over his shoulder in a Luke-like manner. "Happy? I'll use it as another tea towel."
"Coffee please." Lorelai favored him with one of her more attractive smiles. Finally! The boy was co-operating.
"Coffee will kill you." He slammed an empty mug in front of her nose and folded his arms.
"So will Luke if you don't serve me."
"What makes you think that?"
"'Cause Luke's the official Gilmore friend. He's a bodyguard and guardian angel all rolled into a neat 'one-hundred percent cotton' package."
She had expected a rude comment from him at the very least. Instead, Jess's face had turned an unmistakable beetroot red.
"Look at your face! The town rebel is all embarrassed."
"You talk just like Lorelai. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Awwww, that's good right?"
"I always thought you had a little more sense than her. Guess I was wrong."
"I do! I mean, she does-I mean, I do!"
Jess stopped what he was doing and curiously searched her guilty face. Lorelai almost felt like he was looking past the 'Rory face' and seeing her for the fraud she was. It must have been all in her head, because the next moment, Jess gave himself a shake. "Sorry. This has been one hell of a day so far."
"I know the feeling."
"I'm still not giving you coffee."
"If you don't give me coffee I will have to do something desperate."
"Like what? Drink water?"
"I'll tell Luke you took his shirt."
Jess shrugged, picked up the shirt defiantly and began wiping the counter with it. She was about to make a smart comment on hygiene when she noticed a smile showing at the corners of his mouth.
"Stop provoking me!" She yelled accusingly.
"Well." Jess smiled. "It made you forget your woes for a second didn't it?"
Funny, that was something she thought only Luke did.
"Coffee please." She murmured suspiciously, not taking her eyes off him for a second. Jess's face was carrying an oddly familiar frown as he went about filling the cup.
"Hurry up!"
Jess grunted and continued pouring slowly.
Jess grunted? Oh this was too much. First with her being in Rory's body…
An idea suddenly occurred to her.
"Luke?!" She cried after him excitedly. The coffee pot slipped out of Jess's hands and hit the floor with a resounding crash.
"Son of a-" He swore heavily as he bent down to clean up the mess. Lorelai jumped out of her chair and ran around the counter to where he was crouched.
"You're not allowed on this side." Jess growled at her nervously. Lorelai's mouth flew open.
"Luke! It really IS you!"
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TBC