AN: I don't own the Gilmore Girls, much to my disappointment, I didn't create it, and I don't star in it. Even though my name is Lauren, the last name isn't Graham. So don't sue...

This is one of my first attempts at a full scale fic, so be kind and please leave reviews.

I didn't really like Pulp Friction, it left a bad aftertaste in my mouth so I am here to remedy that...and now let's get on with it.

Previously on gilmore girls...

Lorelai is sitting on her worn-out couch. She is begining to watch but mostly listen to Judy Garland sing "Man who got away"...she is off in thought of her own 'man who got away' when the sound of someone knocking on her front door jars her from her thoughts. Right after placing her chinese carton on the coffee table, she slowly gets up and walks to the door...

As she opens the door, she looks at the man standing on her porch, its none other than Luke. Suprised, she just stands there watching him as he rushes her and pulls her in close and traps her in one of the most mind blowing kisses she has ever experienced. As they continue to kiss she readjusts her arm so she can be even closer to him, the man she thought had got away.

He hadn't gotten away because he was there standing in her foyer kissing her senseless. But as quickly as the door closed the kiss stopped. He slowly backed away but had not yet released her hands. They were standing there inside her front door with their lips still swollen with the kiss. Luke spoke first.

'I missed you.'

It was simple and direct. Lorelai stood there, not sure of what to say not sure of what to do, something completely unlike her. She of course missed him, but why was he here?

'I really think we need to talk.'

Luke grunted in response and followed as Lorelai went into the kitchen. Luke watched her as she set a pot up with water to boil on the stove, and he continued to watch her as she went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water for him. She finally sat down, sliding the bottle across the table to him. She then sat there willing the pot to boil. As quickly as she had sat she was up again looking for the ingredients. She first opened up the cabinet which made Luke curious because that was not where the coffee was, she then pulled out a box of peppermint tea and got two bags out putting the rest away, she then went to another cabinet and pulled out two mugs. She placed the teabags in the mugs. Then sat again waiting for the pot to boil. Luke was now staring at her in amazement.

'I started drinking tea at night...it reminded me of you.'

Luke smiled slightly and joined her at the table. Lorelai smiled back. They just watched one another in silence. Both wondering what the other was thinking. Soon they were both snapped from their thoughts as the water began to boil. Lorelai and Luke both started to stand.

'I've got it.'

Lorelai sat again and smiled as she watched him replace his water in the fridge. His movements were being watched by two curious blue eyes. He continued to move around her kitchen, he poured the two mugs full of water and grabbed two spoons and then sat them on the table, one in front of her and the other in front of him and then he took his seat. each sipped their tea in silence.

Richard was watching as Emily pulled up and he went to greet her at the door. He hugged his wife, she looked positively drained. He walked her up the stairs and once in their bedroom they each took a side of the bed and sat down.

'All should be okay now.'

Richard looked at his wife.

'I hope so Emily. I really hope so.'

'She won this time Richard, we can't chose who she loves, but why him?'

'I don't know dear, is he really that bad?'

'Is he really that bad, Richard how can you say such a thing. He works in a diner. He lives above that diner. He has nothing to offer her.'

'Emily, he owns that diner, and if I am not mistaken the property next door also. He may not have what we think he needs to offer her, but he apparently has enough to offer her, she picked him. We tried Emily, but we failed. Our daughter again has made up her own mind, and I think this time we need to just let her be.'

'So you think she will come to Friday night dinner?'

'Emily, she is as much your daughter as she is mine, and I have no idea when it comes to that girl. I do hope she will be here. But I make no promises that she will actually show up.'

'Richard I don't want to lose her.'

"I know Emily, I know.'

Emily's words hurt Richard, he didn't know how to help his wife or his daughter. He wished he didn't feel so helpless. Maybe now his daughter would be happy, maybe now she'd consider coming back to Friday night dinners, maybe now everything would go back to normal. These thoughts plagued him until he fell asleep holding his crying wife.

Luke and Lorelai both still sat at the kitchen table, their teas now almost gone. A word had yet to be spoken. Luke was enjoying just being able to see Lorelai though he really wanted to talk though he could see that she was still processing everything. Her hand gripping her mug and her eyes staring at her fingertips. She didn't know how to start she decided to keep it fairly simpleshe didn't want to lose him again.

'I missed you too.'

Her voice was steady. He looked up from his mug and she continued.

'I have been a wreck here without you, I didn't know what to do.'

Luke looked at her, she was looking back at him. He could read the fear in her eyes. He wanted to comfort her but he knew he had to let her speak.

'After...you left me in Doose's...I just came home and cried...I couldn't face you. I didn't think you'd want to see me. I thought you hated me...so I wrote you...'

Her words failed her as tears escaped her eyes. She brushed them away trying never to break eye contact. Luke wasn't sure what to do.

'You wrote me? I never got a letter...or anything.'

'Yea, I know. I never gave them to you...I didn't think you wanted to hear from me but I had so much I needed to say so I wrote you...everynight.'

'Everynight?'

'Yea. Remember in Doose's, I told you. I told you I had so much to say. But you couldn't deal and at the time I didn't understand and I kept pushing you...I didn't give you the space you asked for I just pushed and kept pushing and then all the sudden it was over. But I still had something to say because you know I don't know when to shutup so i wrote what I wanted to say. But i didn't know how you felt and I didnt want to push so I left it alone. I know I called you and you came like I knew you would because like I said that's you, your amazing and I love that but it wasn't what you needed, you needed space and I wanted to respect that. It's the reason I did the costumes at home. I knew that i signed us both up and that you would help, because in a way I asked you to. So I knew you would be there. I wanted to respect your wishes and then you took the boat...I thought it was really over. I mean before everything we were friends but then you took the boat and I didn't know what to do. It was killing me. People started noticing that I didn't look well and commenting on it and all the pity stares it was just too much to take...'

It was at this point Luke stood up and Lorelai's rant stopped. She looked at him and fear overwhelmed her.

'No, don't go...oh god, please don't leave.'

Luke put his finger to her lips, silencing her.

'I'm not leaving.'

He sat down right beside her and held her hands in his, she looked at their hands.

'Lorelai.'

He touched her chin and lifted it so her teary blue eyes were staring straight at him, piercing his heart and drowning him in their pools.

'Im not leaving.'

He stated again. She scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, he hugged her close to him. She shivered a bit from the contact. He then backed away a little, she just stared into his eyes.

'I know we have a lot to talk about, and I promise we will get to it. But right now you look exhausted and I know I am. So let's sleep and talk in the morning.'

He raised her hand to his lips and gentle kissed the top of her knuckles and then began to stand. She though did not let his hand out of her grasp. He looked down at her. Her voice cracked as she spoke.

'Will you stay the night?'

He looked down at her, her once strong demeanor was nothing more that of a fragile shadow of what used to be, he lifted her and craddled her to his side.

'I thought you'd never ask.'

She smiled slightly and they walked up the stairs to her bedroom, leaving the mugs till morning.

When they got to her room he took off his jacket, boots and flannel. It was then that she noticed that he had been wearing "her" flannel and she grabbed it from the bed. Stripping out of her own clothes and then donning his flannel. He smiled at the action and then took off his jeans. They both slipped under the covers, she scooted as close to him as she possibly could and he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her hair and whispered 'goodnight' as he heard her sigh contently, his eyes began to close and soon they were both asleep.

That's all for this chapter...what do you think? should I continue or leave it there.

LP