A/N: I'm really sorry for taking this long to update, but Alice (my computer) broke, and came back last night. Oh, well thanks for the reviews! It is so good to receive them.

masamor99: Here it is, I'm sorry it took so long.

ProFfeSseR: I'll get there, I'll get there. But you see, Richard is slow, otherwise he wouldn't have lost Emily so easily.

Caroline: Oh thank you soo much! You made my week, I didn't even care when I received a math text with a big "0" on it because of you!

Inca: Thanks, I'm sorry I took so long, Alice freaked out.

lilienprinzessin: Thanks a lot! I'm so sorry it took so long to update. Well, I kind that feel insecure writing this kind of dialogues, there are two things I know about myself: I tend to get lost while writing big dialogues like these, I'm not a funny person. Not like Lorelai or anyone like that, I have this weird humour, so I've been trying to apply this to my writing. I'm glad 'tis working.

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Part I – Who tied my hands to the wheel? The zodiac turns over me...

It is a commun fact that for every action, there is a reaction. But never with Richard. He made Newton the most stupid human being ever – there was no reaction with him. He would just stand there, and wait, never do anything important for any matter. But he never seemed to do what you thought (or wanted) him to.

And three days after they buried Hope, her beloved sister, Emily found herself hating Richard more than ever. It is not like she left a note telling him where she was… But shouldn't he miss her? Shouldn't he reliase that there was something wrong? He has to know what happened. And she found herself wanting him to fly all the way from Hartford to Paris, to hold her… Just for this last time.

He was never the kind of men who would say beautiful and conforting things, his romantic side slowly faded as the years passed. But he was always there, and that's why she loved him the most. Even in his silence, he would hold her when he thought he ought, and when she needed. Never the one who would yell, or even help her out…

Her sixteen year-old daughter was out of coltrol, she was lost, and she knew he was lost too. But she was always the one to yell and cry… And he was the one to hug and whisper "It'll be fine". Even if it never did.

While she watched her daughter eat her dinner quietly, excited to be in a typical Paris' café but hiding it for respect, Emily watched the night through the window, and found herself yarning for her husband's company… And she felt more alone than ever.

With that feeling, she said:

"I miss your father, you know…"

Lorelai looked at her. Her blue eyes never cesead to amaze Emily. Hope's eyes, of all people. So much energy… Could she see Emily's soul? Sometimes it seemed like it…

"I know you do, mom." She nodded and grinned a little.

Emily moved a little in her sit.

"Sometimes, I have the impression that you think I can't love anyone… Or feel anything, or that matter…"

Lorelai blushed, feeling embaressad. She didn't have a reaction to that… For the first time in a long time, she didn't know what to say. Or think.

"Mom… I know… You can… You love Rory." She babbled a little. She loves Rory…

"That's right… I love my family, Lorelai." She sighed. "And I'm sorry that you never felt that… I failed you."

"You didn't, mom. It's not your fault… You know that."

"Oh… Well… It is not entirely my fault… But sometimes I wonder how you would have turned out… If I was there, the way you wanted me to be."

Lorelai smiled a weak smile, and said:

"I would be society queen… I wouldn't be me, mom."

They looked at each other for a few. Lorelai had a glimmer of sadness in her eyes now. And Emily wanted to rip it off.

"Yes, maybe you are right…"

Emily stared at the space, thinking about that.

Lorelai looked at her for a while. Her mother was probably the only person in the world she couldn't read. Never. It was impossible to know what she was thinking or what she was going to do. To Lorelai, Emily was like a big book with confuse sentences, and dificult words. A book she could never read, because she felt too stupid to do so.

"Can I ask you a question?" Emily said quietly.

"Sure…"

"How does it feel… To be a mother like you?" Her face deadly serious. Her eyes pleading for a answer.

"How did you felt when you first saw me?"

Emily wondered about that. She smiled remembering the first time her little girl stared at her. There were no words that could describe that moment.

Lorelai smiled gently:

"I feel like that for twenty years now… I love her like I loved her in that first moment, and she loves and needs me like she did back there."

Emily smiled, and felt a wave of love for Lorelai. Proud sinking in for the first time in a long time… She gave birth to that woman. To that strong and amazing mother… She was the mother of Lorelai Gilmore, and nothing could take that title away from her. And she felt proud.

Silence took over again. But not for too long.

"You know, mom… Dad misses you too… A lot. He is shattered since you split up."

"Yes, well… I miss him too, like I said. But I miss him for a long time now… Years, Lorelai." She stopped a little and sighed again "It is very hard to be with a man like your father, they tend to slowly forget you with time… But, well… you are his daughter, I believe that you feel it as much as I do"

Lorelai nodded and whispered:

"I used to…"

"I love your father, you know. Even with his faults, he is a good man, he tried to give me everything that he judgeded to be the best."

They stared at each other again, never breaking eye contact.

"Well… Sometimes I wish you would understand that your parents love you very much, even with all of our mistakes from the past… Our mistakes. The three of us were wrong, and now I can see that clearly…Of course you would have been better if we were more able to show and give you love as you were growing up…Oh, well…" She sighed again. "I have to go to the ladies room. I'll be right back."

She left a stunning Lorelai behind. And for the second time is less the thirty minutes, she had no reaction.

Part II - Come to me...Somewhere there my fate revealed

"Your life sounds quite amazing…" He whispered. They were walking through the campus for at least one hour, and Emily was impressed to see how easy it was to talk to him… Like it was easy to dance with him.

"Believe me, not amazing at all." She smiled.

"Well, you have a father who never speaks, a sister who has the incridble capacity to screw up and yet be the most amazing person ever…"

"Don't forget the French guy."

"Of course not!" He smiled into the night. "Sounds at least interesting to me."

They walked in silence. It was getting cold as time passed.

"So… Who's the girl that yelled at you back there?"

"Oh, that's Pennilyn Lott."

"She seemed pretty mad at you."

"Well…" He sighed "I would be mad at myself too."

Emily looked at him.

"What did you do?"

"Let's just say that I'm not caring for her properly, for some reason I can't bring myself to commit to her… I just… She annoys me, I think…" For the first time she saw a little bit of sadness in his eyes. "My mother aproves her, you know… I should be happy to have someone like her in my life, she is amazing. But well… I think I don't love her like I should…"

He sighed again, heavily this time.

"I suck with the ladies" And he gave a sad laugh.

"Yeah…" she said looking down and than at him "I know you do…"

"Hey, college girl!" Emily opened the door to find a delighted and proud Hope. Her sister hugged her tightly, and kissed her cheek several times.

"I still can't believe you entered in Yale, I always knew you were the brain of the family…"

"Lot's of women would love to be here…You could go to any Ivy League you want, you know."

"And then what? Have a degree and that's it? I'd rather die, sis. But, anyway, show me everything!"

Emily smiled and they went to explore Yale, their arms etwined.

"So, how is Claude?"

They were walking through Yale's campus, both loving that feeling.

Hope hadn't seen Emily since the night Hope dismissed their father's bless.

"Oh, well, he is nervous, like any man would be. But he'll be fine…" She said with her blue eyes betraying her words.

"Did something happaned, Hopey?" Emily asked in concern.

"Yes, well… Dad happened." Hope closed her eyes and raised her head to the sky, smiling at the sun.

"Oh, well… You know, he will get used to it, you'll see. Besides, it was about time."

"What was?"

"You know… For you to get married, I'm sure he saw it coming."

"I believe so, yes…"

Hope passed her arm through Emily's shoulder and pulled her sister to her.

"I miss you at home, little girl. Dad and I discovered why we used to talk." Emily smiled a little.

"Well, you used to talk when mom was alive."

"Yeah, but that was a long time ago."

Hope looked at Emily and stopped to turn her sister around. She runned her hand through Emily's cheeks.

"Oh, look at you, all beautiful."

Emily smiled shyly. Hope put her hair behind her ears and smiled.

"You remind me of grandma sometimes, I don't know if anyone has ever told you that"

"Grandma?"

"Yes, the one and only, Susan Everit. Your father's mother. We all have her eyes, but you got her manners… Her hair… Well, it is a shame you do not remember her. She would like you better than she liked me." Hope turned around and continued to walk.

Hope was visibly loving Yale's campus. The huge gardens and corridors were fascinating her.

"Everit!" She heard someone scream. They both turned around and saw a frantic Richard Gilmore.

"Oh, boy…" Emily said. Hope smiled as the boy got closer.

"Hello, ladies." He said with a charming voice.

"I believe we weren't introduce." He said to Hope "But you must be Hope, the Future French Bohemian lady."

"Yes, I believe I am. Nice nickame by the way." She said looking at Emily who was staring at the ground, still wantingo to kill him or kill him.

"I am Richard Gilmore, I take some classes with your sister, though we only truly met last week."

Hope's eyes chaged from kind to angry in less than a second.

"Richard Gilmore? The jerk escort, Richard Gilmore?"

"Yes, the one and only." Emily said. "I'm trying to get rid of him since last week, but he is not in the mood to leave me alone."

"I see… Leave my sister alone, you jerk." Hope said turning around.

"Ok, what is the matter with you Everit girls? I said I'm sorry!" He yelled.

"Dude, you could write an apologise letter and put it on the radio,it wouldn't make up for four years without any alcohol." Hope said turning her head.

Emily followed her smirking to Richard.

"Meet Hope Everit." And runned to catch up with her sister.

And when she finally did, Hope turned to her exasparate.

"I can't believe you are dating Richard Gilmore!"

"Dating? What?" She munbled confused.

And for the first time, the idea of dating Richard passed through her mind. It horrified her for a second, but then she remembered his smile and surprised herself making no objections to that thought.

"I just can't believe you are dating a guy like him!" She pointed out at the stunned Richard they left behind.

"I am not! I am not dating Richard Gilmore!" She yelled desparate.

"But there is obviously something going on… 'Truly met'?"

"He stalked me for one hour last Friday, and that's it, haven't seen him since."

"One hour? He just stared at you for one hour? No talk? No kiss?"

"A little bit of talk, no kiss, for the love of God."

They kept walking, Hope munbled things that Emily couldn't understand through at least two minutes.

Emily smiled a little with that, and hugged herself, raising her head to the sky. She felt home with her sister, and that's something she hoped it would last forever.

"God, I can't believe you are in love with Richard Gilmore!" Hope finally yelled.

Part III – I hear but how will I see?

"Hey, mom…" Lorelai whispered, entering in the guest room of Hope's house her mother was sleeping.

Emily was staring at the space, and looked surprised to see Lorelai in her pijamas on her door step.

"Still awake?" She asked smiling kindly.

"Yeah… Couldn't really sleep, and french TV sucks. Especially if you don't know how to speak french." Emily laughed a little and Lorelai grinned at that.

"I called Rory a few days ago, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all…" Emily looked at her with her eyebrows raised.

They stared at each other in the dark for a little bit.

"Come here… Lie down with me for a while."

Lorelai processed the invitation and quicly accepted it. She put her arms behind her head and then looked at her mother who had turned herself to look at her.

"Hey, mom." She said teasing.

"Hey." Emily answered back.

Both smiled. Lorelai saw her mother's eyes become teary, then she moved to put her head on her mother's chest. And they just stood there for a while, enjoying a mother-daughter moment they never knew they could have. Lorelai hugged Emily and smiled a little when she felt her mother's hand caressing her hair.

"Mom…"

"What?"

"Did I ever tell you how I met Luke?"

"No, you didn't."

"Can I tell you now?"

Emily smiled at that, and kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Of course you can."