Title: Always You
Chapter 6: Pink
This was originally slated to be a Lorelai and Christopher for the ages, forever and ever! But now...who knows? I certainly don't. I have no idea what's going to happen.
The road trip is over and they've been home for a few weeks as of this chapter.
~~~
"So what are you doing today?" Dean asked.
"Oh, we've got a dinner with some of the members of Congress later." Rory answered.
"Sounds...intelectually stimulating."
"I'm sure it will be. How about you? What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm going to a Cubs game this afternoon. And we've got great seats, right on the first baseline."
"You sound really excited."
"I am. It's gonna be great."
"Well, I am very happy for you. And for me, cause you're doing it in Chicago and I'm in Washington."
"Yeah, I bet you are."
"And I'm also happy cause I get to see you in a week."
"Yeah, I'm happy about that too. I miss you."
"Oh, I miss you."
"If you start making kissy noises into the phone, I'm going to hurl." Paris said from the desk, where she was working on her notes.
"Okay, I think I've gotta go before Paris murders me with her pen." Rory said into the phone.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Very painfully."
"Ooh. Okay. Love you."
"Love you, too."
"Bye."
"Bye. See you in a week!" Rory hung up the phone and lifted herself off the bed. She walked towards Paris and looked over her shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing. Sorry." Rory retrieved her binder from one side of the desk and headed back to the bed. She sprawled on her stomach and opened her binder to the first page.
Dear Jess,
The words taunted her. She'd written them five weeks ago, after her first letter to Dean. She still couldn't finish the thought. What else was she supposed to write?
~~~~
"Someone called for you." Michel said to Lorelai, who was sitting at the table in the inn's kitchen, drinking coffee and watching Sookie work.
"Who is it?"
"How should I know?"
"Man or woman?"
"I cannot be sure. It sounded like a man but for all I know it could have been one of those men who dresses like a woman."
"A cross-dresser?" Sookie asked.
"Yes, that is the word. It could have been a cross-dresser." Michel said to Lorelai.
"Was it Christopher?"
"I don't know; perhaps if you answer the phone and ask who it is they might respond with a name."
"Why can't you do that?"
"It isn't in my job description."
"Hand me the phone."
"I do not have it."
"Well go get it and bring it back."
"Again, not in my job description." Michel turned and walked out of the kitchen. Lorelai rolled her eyes at Sookie and followed him to the desk, where he pointed to the phone, which someone had hung up.
"Michel! Someone hung up the phone!"
"Oh, no. You shall have to just wait by the phone until they call back. You shouldn't recive personal calls at work, anyway."
"You know, I'd hit you if I didn't think you'd go all cat-fight on me."
"The French do not cat-fight."
"Well, then, how do they fight?"
"Civilized--with words."
"I thought they fought with foils."
"That is fencing."
"Well, don't the French fence during their fights?"
"No. And if they did, you do not fence during a fight; you fence during a duel."
"Well, tomorrow I'll bring some tin foil and we'll duel, okay?"
"Once again, I am ignoring you."
The phone rang.
"And the phone."
Lorelai sighed and answered the phone. "Independence Inn."
"Lorelai, come back in the kitchen; I'm bored."
"Sure, Sookie." Lorelai hung up the phone and walked back into the kitchen. Sookie was stirring something at the stove and talking into her cell phone, held at her ear by one of her sous-chefs. "Hey, Sookie."
"Oh, hey. You can hang up the phone now."
The sous-chef nodded and hung up the cell phone, dropping it into Sookie's purse.
"So what were you saying earlier about you and Chris and me and Jackson?"
"Hmm? Oh, well, we were thinking that you guys could come over and we could have a movie night."
"That sounds great. When?"
"Would tonight be too soon?"
"Actually, I don't think so."
"Cool!"
"Well, first I need to ask Jackson. About what time?"
"Well, I was thinking you guys could come over around seven and we'd have dinner."
"I'll cook."
"Oh, no, sweetie, you don't have to do that."
"What were you planning on serving?"
"Takeout?"
"Yeah, so I'll come home with you at six and cook, and then we can let Jackson and Christopher come over and seven."
"Or, or--and this is great--we could meet at Luke's at seven, eat, Jackson and Chris could go get the movies, we could go get the candy, and then we'd walk back to whichever house we felt like and watch the movies."
"That sounds like it could work."
"Ha! Caffiene-inflicted intelligence strikes again!"
~~~~
"So we're meeting back up right here in ten minutes?" Jackson asked later that night.
"Fifteen; we're getting junk food, after all." Lorelai answered.
"Okay, fifteen." Jackson said.
"And we're getting which movies?" Christopher asked.
"Billy Wilder tribute. You get to choose which Billy Wilder, though." Sookie responded.
"Which two." Lorelai added.
"So we're getting two Billy Wilder movies?" Chris asked just to make sure.
"And meeting back here in fifteen minutes." Jackson said with confidence.
"Right." Lorelai nodded.
"See you soon!" Sookie waved, and the four headed off in opposite directions. At the video store, Christopher and Jackson split up. They decided they were each going to find one Billy Wilder movie. Sookie and Lorelai split up in Doose's. Sookie got the frozen foods, and anything she needed to cook whatever magical food she was planning on making in between movies, while Lorelai got the chocolate, marshmallows, etc.
Jackson and Christopher met at the counter after five minutes, Jackson with The Apartment; Christopher, Some Like It Hot.
Sookie spent fifteen minutes looking for ingredients to make her heavenly chocolate little tart thingies, that just float in your mouth.
Lorelai bought bags and bags of candy, walking down almost all of the aisles in the small market. She was throwing Reese's bites into her basket when she turned onto another aisle and one product caught her eye. Pregnancy tests. She looked around and, not seeing anyone, reached to pick one up. Her hand hit the cardboard and she jumped and looked around again. Still, no one. She picked up the box and brought it closer to her. She turned it around and started to read the accuracy.
"Lorelai?"
She jumped and the box went into her basket. "Sookie!" she exclaimed, sweeping a few of the packs of pads next to her into her basket on top of the tell-tale test. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah. Were you looking at the pr--"
"Did you get all of the ingredients for your heaven-like tart things?" Lorelai interrupted, steering her best friend out of the feminine hygiene aisle.
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, then, let's go! It's time for us to meet our men in front of Luke's!"
~~~~
After The Apartment, Jackson and Christopher were watching old episodes of "Soap" on TVLand, so Lorelai walked into her kitchen where Sookie was putting the finishing touches on the midnight snack.
"Sookie, I have to tell you something."
Sookie silently continued her work, turning to face her friend. She had a feeling she knew what was coming.
"I think I'm pregnant."
And there it was. The bomb. The news that could mean either good things or bad things. Sookie wondered which this was.
"The thing is, I think I really want to be pregnant. I mean, really."
"Then what's the problem?" Sookie asked gently.
"I'm just worried about how this'll affect my relationships. You know, with Rory, and Christopher, and...my parents. What are my parents going to think?" Lorelai covered her face with her hands and groaned. Sookie walked over and placed a hand on Lorelai's back.
"Oh, sweetie. It doesn't matter what they think. What matters is what you think, and you think you'll be happy, right?"
Lorelai moved her hands down so she could see Sookie. She sighed and nodded.
"Well, then, that's all you need."
"But what about Chris and Ror?"
"They'll be thrilled! And if they're not, then you'll just have to cross that bridge...es, when you get to it."
"That bridges?" Lorelai finally brought the hands completely down from her face.
"Yeah. I guess that doesn't make any sense, huh?"
"Nope, that makes no senses."
"Oh, stop making fun. Let's go watch Marilyn."
"Oh, that's right, Some Like It Hot. I love that movie."
"I know, me too. Here." Sookie handed Lorelai a chocolate tart. Lorelai stuffed it in her mouth.
"Oh, my God, it's like a taste of heaven."
"I know," Sookie giggled and they walked back into the living room.
~~~~
Sookie and Jackson left after the end of the movie, Sookie "forgetting" the rest of her chocolate tarts in the refrigerator. Christopher and Lorelai retreated to bed not long after that, but Lorelai was restless, so she waited until she was sure Chris was well on his way to La-La Land--dream induced instead of alcohol induced--and slipped from under his arm. She crept downstairs, narrowly missing a rolling-kitty induced fall, and made her way to the kitchen. She quietly pulled open the refrigerator and pulled out the Doose's market bag that held Sookie's present. She placed the bag on the table and then got a fork from a drawer. She sat down and started looking through the bag. She pulled out a plastic take-out box, laid it on the table, and started pushing the bag away when she realized there was still something else in it. She dug through and retrieved the small cardboard box she'd bought earlier, with a note on the top from Sookie.
Take this and call me with the results as soon as possible!!
Enjoy the chocolate tarts.
Sookie
Lorelai smiled and opened the plastic take-out box. She popped a tart into her mouth and turned the box over. Making her mind up, she got up from the table and walked into the bathroom. A minute later, she was standing near the door, staring at the little plastic stick perched on the edge of the sink. She felt a sense of deja vu, except this time, instead of wishing the stick would end up blue, she felt herself hoping almost against her will that it was pink.
Chapter 6: Pink
This was originally slated to be a Lorelai and Christopher for the ages, forever and ever! But now...who knows? I certainly don't. I have no idea what's going to happen.
The road trip is over and they've been home for a few weeks as of this chapter.
~~~
"So what are you doing today?" Dean asked.
"Oh, we've got a dinner with some of the members of Congress later." Rory answered.
"Sounds...intelectually stimulating."
"I'm sure it will be. How about you? What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm going to a Cubs game this afternoon. And we've got great seats, right on the first baseline."
"You sound really excited."
"I am. It's gonna be great."
"Well, I am very happy for you. And for me, cause you're doing it in Chicago and I'm in Washington."
"Yeah, I bet you are."
"And I'm also happy cause I get to see you in a week."
"Yeah, I'm happy about that too. I miss you."
"Oh, I miss you."
"If you start making kissy noises into the phone, I'm going to hurl." Paris said from the desk, where she was working on her notes.
"Okay, I think I've gotta go before Paris murders me with her pen." Rory said into the phone.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Very painfully."
"Ooh. Okay. Love you."
"Love you, too."
"Bye."
"Bye. See you in a week!" Rory hung up the phone and lifted herself off the bed. She walked towards Paris and looked over her shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing. Sorry." Rory retrieved her binder from one side of the desk and headed back to the bed. She sprawled on her stomach and opened her binder to the first page.
Dear Jess,
The words taunted her. She'd written them five weeks ago, after her first letter to Dean. She still couldn't finish the thought. What else was she supposed to write?
~~~~
"Someone called for you." Michel said to Lorelai, who was sitting at the table in the inn's kitchen, drinking coffee and watching Sookie work.
"Who is it?"
"How should I know?"
"Man or woman?"
"I cannot be sure. It sounded like a man but for all I know it could have been one of those men who dresses like a woman."
"A cross-dresser?" Sookie asked.
"Yes, that is the word. It could have been a cross-dresser." Michel said to Lorelai.
"Was it Christopher?"
"I don't know; perhaps if you answer the phone and ask who it is they might respond with a name."
"Why can't you do that?"
"It isn't in my job description."
"Hand me the phone."
"I do not have it."
"Well go get it and bring it back."
"Again, not in my job description." Michel turned and walked out of the kitchen. Lorelai rolled her eyes at Sookie and followed him to the desk, where he pointed to the phone, which someone had hung up.
"Michel! Someone hung up the phone!"
"Oh, no. You shall have to just wait by the phone until they call back. You shouldn't recive personal calls at work, anyway."
"You know, I'd hit you if I didn't think you'd go all cat-fight on me."
"The French do not cat-fight."
"Well, then, how do they fight?"
"Civilized--with words."
"I thought they fought with foils."
"That is fencing."
"Well, don't the French fence during their fights?"
"No. And if they did, you do not fence during a fight; you fence during a duel."
"Well, tomorrow I'll bring some tin foil and we'll duel, okay?"
"Once again, I am ignoring you."
The phone rang.
"And the phone."
Lorelai sighed and answered the phone. "Independence Inn."
"Lorelai, come back in the kitchen; I'm bored."
"Sure, Sookie." Lorelai hung up the phone and walked back into the kitchen. Sookie was stirring something at the stove and talking into her cell phone, held at her ear by one of her sous-chefs. "Hey, Sookie."
"Oh, hey. You can hang up the phone now."
The sous-chef nodded and hung up the cell phone, dropping it into Sookie's purse.
"So what were you saying earlier about you and Chris and me and Jackson?"
"Hmm? Oh, well, we were thinking that you guys could come over and we could have a movie night."
"That sounds great. When?"
"Would tonight be too soon?"
"Actually, I don't think so."
"Cool!"
"Well, first I need to ask Jackson. About what time?"
"Well, I was thinking you guys could come over around seven and we'd have dinner."
"I'll cook."
"Oh, no, sweetie, you don't have to do that."
"What were you planning on serving?"
"Takeout?"
"Yeah, so I'll come home with you at six and cook, and then we can let Jackson and Christopher come over and seven."
"Or, or--and this is great--we could meet at Luke's at seven, eat, Jackson and Chris could go get the movies, we could go get the candy, and then we'd walk back to whichever house we felt like and watch the movies."
"That sounds like it could work."
"Ha! Caffiene-inflicted intelligence strikes again!"
~~~~
"So we're meeting back up right here in ten minutes?" Jackson asked later that night.
"Fifteen; we're getting junk food, after all." Lorelai answered.
"Okay, fifteen." Jackson said.
"And we're getting which movies?" Christopher asked.
"Billy Wilder tribute. You get to choose which Billy Wilder, though." Sookie responded.
"Which two." Lorelai added.
"So we're getting two Billy Wilder movies?" Chris asked just to make sure.
"And meeting back here in fifteen minutes." Jackson said with confidence.
"Right." Lorelai nodded.
"See you soon!" Sookie waved, and the four headed off in opposite directions. At the video store, Christopher and Jackson split up. They decided they were each going to find one Billy Wilder movie. Sookie and Lorelai split up in Doose's. Sookie got the frozen foods, and anything she needed to cook whatever magical food she was planning on making in between movies, while Lorelai got the chocolate, marshmallows, etc.
Jackson and Christopher met at the counter after five minutes, Jackson with The Apartment; Christopher, Some Like It Hot.
Sookie spent fifteen minutes looking for ingredients to make her heavenly chocolate little tart thingies, that just float in your mouth.
Lorelai bought bags and bags of candy, walking down almost all of the aisles in the small market. She was throwing Reese's bites into her basket when she turned onto another aisle and one product caught her eye. Pregnancy tests. She looked around and, not seeing anyone, reached to pick one up. Her hand hit the cardboard and she jumped and looked around again. Still, no one. She picked up the box and brought it closer to her. She turned it around and started to read the accuracy.
"Lorelai?"
She jumped and the box went into her basket. "Sookie!" she exclaimed, sweeping a few of the packs of pads next to her into her basket on top of the tell-tale test. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah. Were you looking at the pr--"
"Did you get all of the ingredients for your heaven-like tart things?" Lorelai interrupted, steering her best friend out of the feminine hygiene aisle.
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, then, let's go! It's time for us to meet our men in front of Luke's!"
~~~~
After The Apartment, Jackson and Christopher were watching old episodes of "Soap" on TVLand, so Lorelai walked into her kitchen where Sookie was putting the finishing touches on the midnight snack.
"Sookie, I have to tell you something."
Sookie silently continued her work, turning to face her friend. She had a feeling she knew what was coming.
"I think I'm pregnant."
And there it was. The bomb. The news that could mean either good things or bad things. Sookie wondered which this was.
"The thing is, I think I really want to be pregnant. I mean, really."
"Then what's the problem?" Sookie asked gently.
"I'm just worried about how this'll affect my relationships. You know, with Rory, and Christopher, and...my parents. What are my parents going to think?" Lorelai covered her face with her hands and groaned. Sookie walked over and placed a hand on Lorelai's back.
"Oh, sweetie. It doesn't matter what they think. What matters is what you think, and you think you'll be happy, right?"
Lorelai moved her hands down so she could see Sookie. She sighed and nodded.
"Well, then, that's all you need."
"But what about Chris and Ror?"
"They'll be thrilled! And if they're not, then you'll just have to cross that bridge...es, when you get to it."
"That bridges?" Lorelai finally brought the hands completely down from her face.
"Yeah. I guess that doesn't make any sense, huh?"
"Nope, that makes no senses."
"Oh, stop making fun. Let's go watch Marilyn."
"Oh, that's right, Some Like It Hot. I love that movie."
"I know, me too. Here." Sookie handed Lorelai a chocolate tart. Lorelai stuffed it in her mouth.
"Oh, my God, it's like a taste of heaven."
"I know," Sookie giggled and they walked back into the living room.
~~~~
Sookie and Jackson left after the end of the movie, Sookie "forgetting" the rest of her chocolate tarts in the refrigerator. Christopher and Lorelai retreated to bed not long after that, but Lorelai was restless, so she waited until she was sure Chris was well on his way to La-La Land--dream induced instead of alcohol induced--and slipped from under his arm. She crept downstairs, narrowly missing a rolling-kitty induced fall, and made her way to the kitchen. She quietly pulled open the refrigerator and pulled out the Doose's market bag that held Sookie's present. She placed the bag on the table and then got a fork from a drawer. She sat down and started looking through the bag. She pulled out a plastic take-out box, laid it on the table, and started pushing the bag away when she realized there was still something else in it. She dug through and retrieved the small cardboard box she'd bought earlier, with a note on the top from Sookie.
Take this and call me with the results as soon as possible!!
Enjoy the chocolate tarts.
Sookie
Lorelai smiled and opened the plastic take-out box. She popped a tart into her mouth and turned the box over. Making her mind up, she got up from the table and walked into the bathroom. A minute later, she was standing near the door, staring at the little plastic stick perched on the edge of the sink. She felt a sense of deja vu, except this time, instead of wishing the stick would end up blue, she felt herself hoping almost against her will that it was pink.