AN – This story came from a strange but mellow, sad, yet sort of happy place in my brain. I am just putting this story out into this fan fiction world. Take it anyway you want, for me I just needed to write it.

Fall to Peices

Lorelai Gilmore had had one of those days. One of those days when nothing goes right and you just feel like collapsing on the floor and crying like a 4-year-old.

She had woken up at 3am that morning and not being able to get back to sleep she had gone downstairs and watched 'you've got mail'. Failing asleep somewhere in between the little boy spelling 'FOX' and 'the shop around the corner' closing.

As consequence for failing asleep in a strange position on the couch her neck was killing her, she had also not woken up till 8.10, and she had a meeting at the Inn that day at 8.30. The rest of her day continued much like this, one after another things going wrong. And she hadn't even been able to get to Luke's for her daily coffee fix.

"Rory!" Lorelai called as she entered their home later in the evening.

"I have had the worst day! Save me child" she moaned walking into the kitchen.

Rory was sitting at the kitchen table, but she was not alone. The unmistakable brown hair, slightly curled…he turned, those blue eyes…..."Christopher"

"Hey Lor" he said, standing to greet her.

Though Lorelai loved Chris on some remote level, he was just about the last person she felt like seeing right now. He came forward and kissed her on the cheek, taking her coat and bag she was still clutching, out of her hands and placing them on the table. She stayed still the whole time.

"Chris, what….what are you doing here?"

They hadn't seen or heard from him in months, and this sudden arrival must mean something was up.

"Well I was in the area, and I know this is totally last minute, but I was wondering if Rory wanted to come and spend the weekend with me in Boston"

Lorelai looked at Chris a bemused look upon her face.

"Can I go mum?" Rory asked eagerly.

"Ah… Rory why don't you go and order us some food, I'm starving. I just wanna talk to your dad for a minute. Alright?"

"Ok" said Rory, walking through to the lounge room.

Once Rory was out of earshot, Lorelai turned to face Chris.

"Chris. What are you doing here?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"I told you, I came to see Rory"

"That's not all, is it?" she knew him too well.

He looked down guilty at his feet.

"Sherry and me…we're on a…break"

"Ah" said Lorelai, pulling a chair out and sitting down.

"And I've been alone for a little while, and I realise how much I was missing Rory"

He wanted to see Rory, because his girlfriend and him were on a break? How can he use her like that?

Rory came back into the room, looking cheerful.

"So mum, can I go?" Rory asked hopefully, looking from her mum to her dad

She looked so happy, Lorelai really didn't want to let her down. She gave in.

"Yeah sure you can" she said smiling weekly.

"Great, that's great. Thanks Lor" said Chris, excitedly, standing up. Rory smiled happily.

"Well we better get going then" said Chris.

"Ok, I'll go pack" said Rory, heading for her room.

"Thanks again Lor" said Christopher, looking at her, with that face… that face that he enchanted and enticed her so many years ago.

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Rory had packed quickly, they were now standing on the porch, saying their goodbyes.

"I love you" said Lorelai hugging Rory tight.

"I love you too mum" said Rory.

She pulled back to look at her daughter.

"Call me if you need anything"

"I will" Rory replied, smiling, she pulled away.

"Bye Lor" said Chris, as he guided Rory down the stairs to his 'Volvo'.

Rory waved goodbye, as they pulled out of the driveway.

Damn you. Damn you Christopher. You just arrive out of nowhere and suddenly you're the saint. Who was the one who was they when Rory got sick, or couldn't sleep. It was her, it had always been her. And he was never there. He'd come and be amazingly charming and she'd fall for it all over again. She'd fall, and when he left it would all come crashing down.

All the pressures and misfortunes of the day had finally overwhelmed her. Tears appeared in her eyes and her legs gave way, sinking to the floor she cried and cried. Curled up in a ball on the porch. Tears spilling out containing her constant love/hate feelings she felt for Christopher. The anger at herself, and the lack of sleep aggravating her even further.

Silently she wished her Prince Charming, her Knight in shinning armour would appear right now. Hold her in his arms and tell her it would be ok. As her dream part of herself thought this, her realistic part told her that wouldn't happen, and that all that would occur from her sitting on the porch crying was most probably a cold.

She slowly pulled herself up, willing her legs to hold her. She did not want to be in her house right now. She needed to be…… away.

She walked inside grabbed her coat and walked solemnly across their front lawn

'And I wanna believe you, when you tell me that it will be ok. And I try to believe you. But I don't…..

I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow, tomorrow

I don't know what to say, tomorrow,

tomorrow, is a different day.'

Tomorrow - Avril Lavigne.

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She walked and walked, her feet numb from the cold. Feeling scared, sad and yet strangely determined. She didn't know what time it was. It didn't matter. She didn't have to be at work tomorrow. She should have been rejoicing tonight. Tonight was Friday night, but her parents were out of town so dinner had been cancelled, which was usually a cause for celebration.

Finally her body refused to let her walk any more. So she sat down the steps of the town Gazebo.

Meanwhile our favourite diner boy was looking out through the window of his apartment. He saw Lorelai sitting on the steps of the Gazebo. She looked sad, very un-Lorelai – like. It was late, Luke had been asleep but was woken up by Jess's late return home. He glanced at the clock. 1am.

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Lorelai sat on the steps of the gazebo, letting her mind wonder, trying not to think too deeply.

She was jolted out of her thoughts as a cup of coffee was held in front of her. She looked up to see the familiar face of him. The one who had always been there. Luke. A small smile appeared on her face, as she accepted the cup of coffee and drank gratefully. Luke sat down next to her, watching her drink her so-called, magic liquid.

The coffee instantly warmed Lorelai. She looked to her left, at Luke. His kind, gruff face watching her, concern and love apparent in his eyes.

"Thanks for the coffee" she said quietly. He smiled in reply.

Luke put his arm around Lorelai and pulled her in towards him. She rested her head in the nook of his shoulder. They sat in that comfortable silence, content. Luke never pushing her to discuss what was wrong, only wanting to help in anyway he could.

Luke was being her Prince Charming, her Knight in shinning armour, holding her tight. And although he never said it, she knew that this was his way of saying everything was going to be ok.