Author's Note: So this chapter was supposed to be Lorelai's POV and then I realized I forgot Sookie! I hope you enjoy it. I still don't own Gilmore Girls.

Sookie's POV

Luke and I have known each other for years. It doesn't seem like that long ago that we were friendly rivals in the kitchen. Sometimes we may have been more unfriendly than friendly, but he was a good man regardless of the bickering.

Luke and I were never what you'd call great friends. We were mostly friendly acquaintances until Lorelai started to hang out with him more often. I could see it even back then. The way he'd sneak stolen glances at Lorelai. The look of hurt in his eyes when he found out Lorelai was engaged. The look of sheer elation when he found out she wasn't engaged. Luke's always had a thing for her and I always supported it because I could tell deep down that Lorelai had the same feelings for him. Maybe that's where I messed up—too much encouragement.

But anyhow, Luke was always around to lend a helping hand. There was a time when I broke my arm. It happened when I first started as the chef at the Independence Inn. I couldn't move very well and chopping was next to impossible. The staff at the Independence was small back then. It was just me in the kitchen that day. I was taking forever to get the littlest things done when Luke showed up. I always thought that Mia had called Luke for reinforcement. I found out later that he'd come over on his own.

"Sookie," Luke called entering the kitchen.

"Luke Danes?" I questioned. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you broke your arm," he said walking over.

"So what if I did," I said territorially as I saw him eye my stove.

"Well I wondered if maybe you could use some help," he replied.

"I'm fine, thanks," I said in fear that he was trying to take my job. The diner hadn't been opened that long and I figured it was going belly up. I thought he was after my job.

"You don't look fine," Luke said walking over and picking up a knife. "I figured chopping might be a little difficult."

"It's okay," I replied. He just looked at me and I crumbled. "It's not okay," I said starting to panic. "I haven't had this job very long and I already broke my arm at work. Mia is gonna fire me if I don't have this dinner finished by 6 six and I can hardly chop anything."

"Sookie," Luke said calming me. "It's no problem. Mia would never fire you. I'll help you out. I heard you were here by yourself today."

"From who?" I asked.

"Your friend," he replied. "The maid with the daughter. I ran into her in Doose's. Man that girl can talk."

I noticed a moment of hesitation in his voice. I knew right away that he was talking about Lorelai. I didn't know they even knew each other, but I figured if anyone told Luke about my arm it was probably Lorelai.

"Oh, well she didn't have to ask you to help me," I said.

"She didn't," he said. "She mentioned you were nervous about getting fired and you broke your arm...look that girl talks way too much. You need help, I'll help."

"Thanks," I replied.

Luke stayed for nearly an hour helping me chop, caramelize and garnish. The dinner went off without a hitch, except for the fact that he chops his carrots in the wrong direction, he didn't know what caramelizing was and he didn't have the touch with garnish. In fact he was pretty bad at everything, but I think Mia took pity on me because I was invalid and Luke because he was helping out.

"Well, I'm gonna go," Luke said after dinner was over.

"Okay," I said. "Thanks again for your help."

"No problem. Just don't do any heavy lifting, or that thing with the blow torch until you're all healed okay?" he replied.

I giggled. "Okay, I'll try."

"Hey Sookie," Lorelai said rushing in and brushing passed Luke as she walked by. "Oh hey Duke," she smiled.

"It's Luke," I said.

"Who's Luke?" Lorelai replied.

"He's Luke," I said pointing at Luke.

"No, he's Duke," Lorelai said.

"It's Luke actually," Luke finally spoke up.

"Really?" Lorelai contemplated this news. She took a long hard look at him before declaring, "It's kind of good though. You never looked like a Duke."

"Right," Luke rolled his eyes. "Well I gotta go," he said.

"Bye," I said.

"Yeah, bye Luke," Lorelai added.

I waved good-bye, but Luke wasn't paying attention. Instead his hand was rubbing the spot on his arm. The spot Lorelai hit as she brushed passed him. I couldn't tell what the look in his eyes indicated. He almost looked awe-struck, but I couldn't be sure. All I know is that after Rachel left town and Lorelai started going to the diner everyday Luke was a changed man when she was around. It was little stolen glances that passed between them, conscious or not, that supported my belief in their mutual affection. One thing I was certain of after that day was that Luke was a good man.

TBC