A/N: Thanks for all your wonderful reviews. I appreciate every single one of them. You all help my ego as a writer. This chapter is a little bit outlandish at times; so, just go with it. I hope I gave you all what you requested. I'll say it again at the end, but review!

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On with the story . . . .

It was your typical Stars Hollow morning. Typical, in all sense of the word, of course. The Diner was a mad house in more ways than one simply because it seemed like every one of the town's bizarre citizens came for Luke's famous and delicious breakfast. A sight so entertaining that one might purchase tickets and a jumbo tub of movie theater butter to enjoy it. Taylor was whining about some inane building code — Article B, Section C, Paragraph 4 apparently stated that no more than 37 people could be in a building in Stars Hollow at the same time. Kirk was yammering on about how Caesar used the wrong cheese on his tuna melt, minus the tuna, of course, nor was it cut into half-moon shapes like he had specifically requested. Babbette seemed to be incredibly upset; either Butterscotch had gotten herself once again stuck under the house or Pierpont had the flu, no one was really quite sure. On top of it all, the newest gossip, according to Miss Patty, was that Al was actually adding MSG to his food, despite what it said on all the take-out menus. Amidst the madness, the Gilmores paraded into the Diner and took their seats up at the counter.

"I cannot argue with you today. I am in desperate need of . . .What am I saying? I'm always in desperate need of coffee!" Lorelai exclaimed.

Luke Danes grunted. "It's gonna kill you."

"Yadda, yadda, yadda . . .dying happy . . .Pour, Flannel Man!"

"Must we have this conversation every day? It would definitely save you time, energy, and a few grunts if you would just pour the coffee, Luke." Jess suggested, while watching Luke pour hot coffee into two mugs.

"That's just not logical!" She explained in her own quirky manner.

"Says the woman with the Hello Kitty waffle iron." Her son challenged.

Lorelai merely stuck her tongue out at him.

"Now, that's attractive." Luke added.

"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful." She advised, sipping her coffee.

He raised his eyebrows. "Please! Are you two going to order?"

"Two orders of chocolate chip pancakes. One with a side of hashbrowns. The other with a side of bacon." Jess quickly rattled.

"We're out of chocolate chips." He told them.

"No!" Mother and son cried, simultaneously.

"'Fraid so."

Jess looked at his mother. "Do the lip."

Lorelai then turned her head and looked at Luke with pouted lips and welling tears.

Luke just huffed, "Fine. There's an emergency bag upstairs in the apartment, but I'm not the one going to get it."

"Taken care of. Go get it, Jess."

Following his mother's orders and severely needing chocolate pancakes, he eagerly shuffled up the stairs in search of Něstle Tollhouse. Opening the old office door, he found that changes had been made. A long curtain, hung ceiling to floor, cut the room into two sections rather than one. Curious, he opened the curtain to find an unmade, single bed and several opened yet unpacked cardboard boxes. The first box he noticed contained what he thought looked like over one-hundred jewel cases, containing music of several genres old and new. His eyes widened when he knelt down and saw the contents of box number two. A Farewell to Arms, The Last Tycoon, The Sun Also Rises, The Grapes of Wrath, War and Peace, The Bell Jar, The Dharma Bums, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Pride and Prejudice, To Kill A Mockingbird, The Hobbit, On the Road, The Picture of Dorian Grey, and the list went on. He just became tired of digging. He then opened a third box and then a fourth. Journey to the Center of the Earth, I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings, The Homecoming, Little Women, The Lovely Bones, East of Eden, Oliver Twist, The Beautiful and The Damned, Great Expectations, Animal Farm, Captains Courageous, Dr. Zhivago, The Scarlet Letter, Catcher in the Rye, The Great Gatsby, A Tale of Two Cities, Emma, Visions of Gerard, and again, he stopped digging. He smiled, he had found her secret.

"Looking for something?" A voice behind him asked.

He jumped, swiftly moving his head where the voice called. He saw her there standing with wet hair, obviously just out of the shower, a wry expression, and raised eyebrows.

"You are one hell of a liar." He opined, rising from his crouched position on the floor.

"You are too damn . . ."

"Nosy?"

"I was gonna say snoopy, but that works too. What are you doing up here?"

"Looking for chocolate chips."

"I don't think you're gonna find any in there, Sherlock. I'd try the fridge."

He took her advice, walking over to the kitchenette. He opened the fridge, and from the bottom shelf, pulled out a bag of chocolate chips.

"What do you know! How did you do it?" Rory playfully inquired.

"Elementary, my dear Watson. Elementary."

They smiled at each other and padded towards the door. The two padded down the stairs together. Lorelai glared skeptically onto the sight before her, and Jess noted his mother's expression.

"How long does it take to find chocolate chips?" She quizzed.

Rory jumped in. "He was looking through the cabinets, and when I came out of the shower, I told him that they were in the fridge." Jess peered at her, marveling at the fact that she took up for him.

"Too late now! So, much for pancakes. And after all that probing! Here I was thinking all those episodes of C.S.I. were paying off." Lorelai replied, never failing to put an eccentric spin on anything.

"What about C.S.I.?" Asked a cutesy, blonde in a pink polo waltzing into the Diner.

Jess grinned, "Hey you!"

"Hey!" She exclaimed, closing the gap between them and softly kissing his lips. "I was hoping to catch you before your bus."

Rory's soft features became callous at the sight, before the blonde's eyes fell on her.

"Your Luke's niece, right?"

"Unfortunately." She stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm Dana. Dana Forrester. Are you coming to Stars Hollow? High school, I mean."

"Maybe."

Dana grinned uncomfortably. "Well, maybe we'll see each other then," She turned her attention to Jess, "We're still on for tomorrow night, right?"

"Of course. I call you tonight after dinner in Hartford." He assured her, not forgetting the weekly Friday Night Dinner with Emily and Richard Gilmore.

"Great! I gotta get going," She kissed him good-bye, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He answered, watching her as she left.

"Romeo, you've got a bus to catch." Lorelai reminded.

"Right, see you later." Jess took one last sip of his coffee, grabbed his backpack, kissed his mother on the cheek, and ran out of the Diner, hoping not to miss his bus.

"Oh..." Lorelai could barely contain herself she was laughing so hard. "My . .God. That is one image that will be ingrained in my mind forever. We're talking double infinity."

"If that exists, me too!" Jess closed his eyes, chuckling once more. "We didn't even get to see it all. Can you imagine his version of Stranded at the Drive-In?"

"Oh no! It couldn't be any worse than Summer Nights or God forbid . . ." She stopped mid-sentence and looked at him slyly. "'Why this car could be systematic,' she slid off her leather jacket dramatically, 'hydro-matic!' She spin the jacket in a circle and hurled it across the living room floor. 'Why it could be grease lightning!'"

Jess was rolling on the sofa, laughing hysterically at his insane mother. He wondered if Luke had been right. Maybe they should commit her? Where were those nice men in white coats when you needed them?

"Please don't finish that! I don't need that image too!" He exclaimed.

"So," Lorelai began to propose, " how many times do you think we can watch the real thing to get the image of my father saying 'The chicks'll cream' out of our heads?"

"It will take hours. Days. Months even." He supplied

"We gotta start somewhere."

"You make coffee and get the movie ready. I'll go to Doose's for our Grease marathon junk food extravaganza!"

"Go! Go! Good God go! I can only take so many minutes of flashing images of my father dancing with Cha-Cha de Gregorio!"

"Well, she was the best dancer at St. Bernadette's!" He furthered her torture. .

"With the worst reputation! Go!"

He was still laughing when he ran out the door.

The Diner was completely deserted when Luke Danes came downstairs. He walked behind the counter, picked up a damp rag, and began to wipe the tops in a bartender-like manner, and while he was cleaning, spotted his niece perched up, in the fetal position, in one of the booths with her nose stuck in a book.

"What are you reading?" Luke asked her, continuing to wipe down the already spick and span counter-tops.

"Tender Is the Night." She answered coldly and monosyllabic.

"By who?" He asked.

"Whom and Fitzgerald." She never looked at him.

"You're correcting my grammar now?" He queried, still curious about her reading a book he had never heard of before.

"If the shoe fits. . ." She flipped a page.

Luke started to say something but decided not to. He was desperately trying to spark conversation but failing. He had never lived with kids, especially teenagers. Female teenagers. All he knew about was fishing, baseball, and running a diner.

"So, um, what's it about?" He attempted, unsure of what the response would be.

She sighed and flopped the book pages down on the table, marking her place. She glared at him with quirked eyebrows before speaking, "What do you want, Uncle Luke?"

"I was just curious about your book." He stated flatly.

"No, you weren't. What. Do. You. Want?"

He sighed, feeling it was time to give. "Forget it."

"If you must know, its set in the South of France, and the main character is a young American actress named Rosemary Hoyt. She's quite young. She even has her eighteenth birthday in the story. It's basically about her estranged love for this couple. Nicole and Dick Diver. It's one of Fitzgerald's greatest accomplishments."

"Sounds interesting. I talked to the principle of the high school today . . ."

"And the truth comes out."

He struggled to let out his next sentence. " I registered you for school today."

"Why the hell would you wanna do that?"

"Don't kids your age normally go to school?"

"Not me." She replied before, once again, picking up her paperback and started its pages.

Luke exhaled. "Well, you're going whether you like it or not."

"Easy for you to say."She challenged, getting up from the booth. Marking her place and sliding it safely in her back pocket, she walked to the door. She then grabbed her leather jacket just before walking away.

Luke furrowed his brow. "Where're you going?"

All she said was, "Out!"

Like a rebel without a cause, she darted passed the Diner, but not before stopping outside of the Market to have a quick chat.

"Fancy running into you!" She exclaimed to the male Gilmore carrying a large, brown paper bag full of essential sugar and carb-filled goodies.

"Hey!" He greeted with a genuine smile.

"Going on a diet, Little Debbie?" She asked, peering inside his grocery bag.

He chuckled. "We watched my Grandfather dance in leather on an old, homemade video. We're watching Grease to get the image out of our heads. We needed serious amounts of junk food."

"Now, I understand so much better," She replied, always with her quick wit, " So, how's the girlfriend?"

He winced. He should have told her. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason, he felt like he should have told her. "Dana? She's good."

"How long?"

" As a whole? About a year and a half. From the last time we broke up? Not quite sure. I'm sure she knows. I don't. I'm a guy. What else do you expect?"

She smiled knowingly. "I wouldn't expect anything else. So, have you heard that Al is adding MSG to his food?" She was trying her best to change the subject.

"Great. No more Moo Goo Gai Pan. Right. Anyway," the way she was standing, he noticed the paperback, " What are you reading?"

"This must be a trend," She muttered to herself before answering him, "Tender Is the Night."

"Fitzgerald. One of my absolute favorites."

"Really. Favorite character. Please don't say Rosemary."

He smirked. "Not on your life. I hate even the idea of her. You're supposed to feel sorry for her, but I just can't! Abe North, by the way."

"Me too, but I like Nicole better. She's the one I feel sorry for. Though, Abe was the first to suggest that something was going on between Rosemary and Dick, even after the dual"

"True, but do you like or dislike Dick?"

"Quite ambiguous. I'm mean he's supposed to be this arrogant doctor, but he's not. Then again, he's also supposed to be madly in love with his wife, but he's not."

"Right. I sit on the fence there myself. Anyway, I gotta go. My mom is waiting for me."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're having show tunes night. Call me if you're up for a little Oklahoma! or Briggadoon."

He chuckled. "Will do. Though, my mom does like singing Von Trapps. Be prepared for a rousing round of The Lonely Goatherd."

She raised her eyebrows. "Right. Later, Gilmore!"

"You're quite the enigma, Mariano!" He opined, brusquely.

She turned around and looked at him, smiling, "So I've been told."

They stood there a moment, studying the others features, before turning around and walking away.

So? What do you think? This chapter was really fun to write. I hope I answered all your questions. I also tried to give you everything you wanted. You'll see more of the Lorelai/Jess and Luke/Rory interaction as the story continues. I also promise you that Dana will make more appearances, and Lane will be in the next chapter. Anyway, I hoped you liked as much as the last. Please R/R! I always need, love, want them. Peace — moi!

PS: I don't know where that came from, but could you really see Richard Gilmore as Danny Zucco? I bet that will give you nightmares!