A/N: I do know where I'm going with this, I just have no idea when. The first part of this chapter didn't turn out the way I wish It had, but… Well.. I'll post it anyway, because I am out of ideas for it. Now, the second part, just had this idea, liked it and wrote it. And about Emily's last name, I had no idea so I just picked one out of a Virginia Woolf's book (no, it's not Dalloway). So if it was mentioned on the show, well, I'm sorry. I love reviews – so please review it, even if you want to tell me I suck – I'm not going to kill myself because of it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, but I do own this story and plot, I just borrowed the characters from the WB and ASP. Don't sue me for being creative – my grandpa is a lawyer, he would kick your ass in less than a minute.

A/N2: I like to dedicate my fics to people that I love, so you might notice that they are all dedicated to my sister, the beautiful Bruna Gravem. So why would I do any diferent now? Sis, this fic is for you.

I - On this fateful day…

It was a normal day. Really. She would do everything she always did in any other giving day. Wake up, work her butt off (she didn't care though, she liked what she did) and then maybe spend the evening hanging out with Luke. And actually, she was quite happy with this routine. She loved it, actually.

"Dragonfly Inn, Lorelai speaking." She said happilly.

"This is your mother."

"Hey, mom. What's up?" She was actually so…Content… With her new life this year that sometimes not even her mother could ruin her mood.

Silence.

"Mom?" she asked again and all she heard was silence… And it started to slowly freak her out. She stared at the space, still waiting for an answer…

Silence… Sobs… Oh, no.

"Mom? What happened?" Her eyes winded with complete shock. It felt like someone had just slaped her on the face.

More sobs. It was surreal to think that Emily was actually crying… For some reason, Lorelai always thought she was incapable to do it… And then she felt silly, because her mother was a human. And even though she can show an extremely cold heart sometimes… she was just human…

"Mother! You are kind that scaring the hell out of me, so could you please tell me why you are crying?"

"Your aunt Hope died… My sister died…" Sobs.

"Oh, mom…I'm so, so sorry."

Lorelai didn't really know Hope. She would never come visit, and since her parents never took her to Europe with them, she only saw the woman once, when she was a kid. She wished she could cry for this loss, but you can't really cry for ghosts…

What a selfish woman Lorelai could be.

She realised, suddelly, while hearing her mother's sobs on the other end of the line, that this wasn't about her, and it wasn't her loss, it was her mother's loss, and if she couldn't cry for Hope, she should cry for Emily… But even now, the idea f crying for her mom seemed quite silly.

"Well, anyway, I'm leaving to Paris in a few hours… Could you please tell Rory that I am sorry that I won't be here for our dinner on Friday?"

"Mom, don't be stupid, it doesn't matter now."

"Yes, well… Your father is out of town, but I don't see why he would care about this, since now he has this… Other life, I guess… So, just… Take care…"

"Mom, just…" But Emily had already hung up before she could say anything. Lorelai immediately dialed Rory's number.

"Hello."

"Hey, hon, it's me…"

"Oh, hey, you sound bad."

"Hope died…"

"Is this the beginning of a song?" Rory asked.

"Your grandmother's sister died. My aunt Hope…died."

"Oh, no…" Paris silently asked to Rory what happened. Rory whispered "Dead Aunt".

"Oh, well…" Paris said.

"Who are you talking to?" Loralai asked.

"Paris, she says she is sorry." Lorelai thought she heard one "Not really" But decided to ignore it.

"Your grandma was crying… it was horrible. She told me to tell you that she is sorry that she'll miss your dinner on Friday!"

"God, how come she thinks about this kind of stuff?"

"Yeah, well, she was sounding pretty bad… Really bad…"

"Poor grandma. I feel sorry for her. Is she going to Paris?"

"Yeah, in a couple of hours."

"Poor thing…"

They both stood in silence for a little bit.

"I think you should go with her."

"What?" Lorelai asked not really wanting to imagine the situation. She couldn't go on a trip with her mother or there would be another Gilmore dead.

"Just think about it, she really needs support now, and I know that grandpa is out of town, and besides, she wouldn't want to ask him anything like that now that they are separated. She needs someone with her to help her pass through this. It must be terrible to lose a sister, and when we visited Hope they seemed to be really close... She must be devasted,you said she cried, it takes a lot to make grandma cry, and I just think you should be there for her…"

"Ok, easy there… I can't…"

"Yes, you can, I know that Sookie and Michel can hold on without you for week or so, and I also know that you think you don't own her anything 'cause she was only mean to you and stuff, but you should really start to re-think this kind of thing. Just… Think about it, mom."

Deep down she knew her daughter was right. Like always… Really, what happened to her new and marvolous routine?

"Mom?"

"Yeah, kid?"

"Are you mad?"

"No, it is just… You know my mother, I'm just here trying to think a good reason to do what you are telling me to do."

"She is your mother."

"Really? She didn't really act like she was."

"She gave birth to you, she might have been a crappy mother, and done a lot of bad things to you in the past, but you own her big time simply for existing… mom, just think about it. It might even be good for your relationship with her."

"Ok."

"You are going?"

"No, but I'm going to think about it."

"Mom…"

"I'll consider the idea, Rory. What is it with you and your speeches?"

"Think about it."

"I will. Bye, honey."

"Bye, call me from Paris."

Lorelai hung up. She stared at the phone.

Rory was right in every word she said… And she knew it…Even if she didn't want to… She thought about her mother crying alone in her room about her sister that was miles and miles away, but that made her think of her sixteen year-old self crying alone in her room about her mother that even though was in the same house, seemed to be miles and miles away.

She dialed the number on the phone, praying to be making the right choice.

"Hey, mom… I'm going to Paris with you."


II - …See you at the bitter end

"Isn't she pretty?" Emily asked to her big sister pointing out her new doll.

Christmas was her favourite time of the year… Not only for the holiday itself, but for what it made to everyone and everything. The streets were no longer grey, but white and chilly, with colorful lights spread around the town… Her mother always looked good on winter, for some reason…Her sister would say that her mother was a queen, and they were both princess, Emily liked that idea… The idea of being a princess.

"Yes… Yes she is." Hope said smiling patiently to her little sister. "Now c'mon…Let's go. I'll be late if we continue to stare at your knew doll."

"We should give her a name!"

"Later… I promise."

Hope took her sister's hand and led her out of the door. She opened the car's door slowly and smiled as Emily, who was so small and fragile, climbed on her car. "It's not proper for a lady to have a car, and no driver." her parents said... But she didn't care, she wanted that car since forever, and didn't spend a penny for years to buy it.

"Okay, ready?"

"Yeah… Are you sure dad let you drive again?" The little one asked worried.

"Totally, what happened was no big deal, they just like to exagerate."

"You broke the law!"

"No, I didn't… The law broke me."

Hope smiled while she drove the car out of the house.

"I love the snow…" Emily said looking out of the window.

"Yeah, well, you got that from me."

"Snow is magical, remember?"

"Yes, I do… And I won't forget it…"

Emily looked at her sister. She was beautiful… She had a long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, sometimes she thought that Hope was perfect… She knew that everyone liked Hope better, she was the smartest, the prettiest one…Hope was Hope, the first daughter of the Everit's. Emily knew that… And who knew their family, would agree with this thoughts.. But not Hope. She would always say 'You are special, Em… And no one can make you feel any different'. And even though, this made her feel better… She knew she was only a nine year-old, just a small girl, with dark brown hair, nothing special about that.

"Stop staring at me, kid, it's scary." Hope said spinning the wheel to turn left.

"Sorry…" Emily grinned embarassed.

"Here we are." Hope parked the car in front of the little bookstore she worked as a part-time job – not something usual. But she wanted to have her own money, and to do so, she needed the job.

They would both go to school in the morning, and after lunch, Hope had to work, and didn't want to live her sister with the maids… Even if their parents told her that it wasn't necessary, Hope didn't mind have Emily around. It was good, actually. Emily didn't have much friends, and her shyness wasn't good to that matter… So Hope would take her out and make her talk to people.

"You are late,Everit." Her boss, Mrs.Miller, said as the sisters entered.

"Emily won a new doll, and we had to dress her up." Emily smiled and lifted the doll up.

"Really? Oh, that's marvelous." Mrs.Miller said full of sarcasm, and turned her back to them.

"Don't worry, she liked the doll." Hope whispered making her sister laugh. Emily just gave a sweet smile and went to the back of the bookstore, where she would stay while her sister worked.

"Hey, Em?" The little girl turned around to look at her sister. "I think you should name your doll Mrs.Miller."

Emily smiled and turned again. While she was walking she looked at the doll in her arms and said: "Hi, Mrs.Miller".