Note: mis-attributed the Elliot line in the last piece which is what happens when I quote poetry from my very spotty memory. Realized that at three a.m. last night. Maybe I'll fix it sometime.
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5.11: Women of Questionable Morals addition. Picks up right afterLorelai skates back to Luke.
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She skated right into his arms then, snaking them around his neck as he absorbed the impact of her momentum with his body. She leaned in and kissed him softly...
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Another kiss...
"Okay, look, I can't do this any longer, Luke."
"You've only been skating for two minutes... "
"No, that's not..."
"Does your foot still hurt?"
"No, Luke, that's not it..."
"Oh. Your headache! I forgot. Do you want to sit down? Or I could go get you some Tylenol or something...?"
"Luke, it's not my head! I mean, yes, it does still hurt, but that's not it."
"Oh. Okay."
"Could we sit for a minute?"
"Sure. Is the rink okay?"
"The rink is wonderful. Perfect. It's me. I am neither wonderful, nor perfect."
"Is this where I'm supposed to argue with you and tell you how wonderful you are? Because I'm pretty sure I made that point clearly around midnight the other night."
"Yes, you did. But, no, you're not supposed to argue with me about it."
"Then what is it, Lorelai?"
"You were right earlier."
"I was right?"
"Yes."
"Could you say that again, please?"
"'You were right,' okay? Wipe that smile off your face, please. Don't you even want to know what you were right about?"
"Not really. Just hearing you say that in a general way is satisfying enough."
"Ha.ha. But I need to tell you."
"Then, shoot."
"I was lying. Before, I mean. That's what you were right about."
"You are getting sick?"
"No, I was hungover. Still am a little, I think."
"Hungover? Why? How?"
"The usual way. Okay, this is where I have to tell you something. And I don't want to. I really don't because we're so good, you know? So happy. And...."
"Lorelai, what is it?"
"I wasn't home last night."
"Okay..."
"I went to Christopher's... Well, to his mother's. She was upstairs under the influence of her 'happy pills', and Gigi was asleep, and so Chris and I were downstairs alone all evening."
"I see."
"Luke, his father died."
"Oh."
"His father, Luke. Who had been horrible to him. Not like your father. He never built him a rink. I mean he was a really awful man. He told Rory she'd been a mistake once. To her face."
"What?! What kind of sonaofabitch does that?"
"Focus, Luke. So I went over because for all that is wrong with Chris he has been in my life forever. And I'm sorry if that bothers you. I really am, but there it is. So I took a bottle of tequila and we drank it, and I listened while he talked about his dad. And that was it."
"Wow."
"Yes. Wow. Luke, I am so sorry."
"Rory said you were girl talking."
"Yes, she did."
"Did you tell her to lie?"
"Luke..."
"Did you?"
"Rory adores you Luke. You've always been there for her. And she knows how happy I am with you. She's afraid Chris will screw things up."
"Only if you let him."
"Well, I won't."
"I don't understand why you didn't just tell me."
"I know... it was stupid."
"Why didn't you?"
"What?"
"Just tell me. Why didn't you?"
"Luke, we don't need to go into all that. Can you forgive me? is the real question."
"No, it isn't. The real question is why you didn't tell me."
"Luke..."
"Why didn't you tell me, Lorelai?!"
"Luke, I really don't think..."
"Tell me!"
"Because I was afraid to, all right?!""
"So you do have feelings for him!"
"No, you big grumpy.. Rink-giver, you! I mean, yes, of course I have feelings for him. He's Rory's father..."
"He's a stupid irresponsible jerk who doesn't deserve her!"
"Yes, you're right. Okay? He is. But he's still her father."
"Who you have feelings for!"
"Not in the way you're thinking."
"Then why didn't you tell me the truth about last night?!"
"Because I'm afraid of you, okay?!"
"What? Afraid of me? What the hell? That's crap! Tell me that's crap, Lorelai!"
"Well, not afraid-afraid. It's just... you tend to go off, you know. And that's scary. I mean, for godsakes Luke, I watched you beat up a car! I watched you beat up a sixteen year old! I've watched you beat up Kirk about forty-seven million times!
"Lorelai... My God, you don't think I'd ever....?"
"No, Luke! No! Of course not! That's not it. It's just that you, despite that razor sharp chin exfolliator that you sport, are a very sensitive man."
"Come again?"
"You take the things you hear and just... react. With no processing in between. And I don't want to hurt you. I don't. Ever. So when Rory jumped in with the girl-talk thing, I was almost convinced that I was protecting you in some way. But maybe I was just protecting myself. I don't know, Luke. I really don't. I just don't want to screw this up. So I had to tell you now. And please don't beat anything up, because I really really like my new ice rink."
"Wow."
"Please, please don't be hurt... Luke?"
"I don't know what to say..."
"I'm sorry. Really sorry. Just forget that I said..."
"Nothing happened between you and Chris?"
"I watched him puke into a Waterford bowl. That's it. No, Luke, nothing happened. Of course not. And nothing will.
I love... that you gave me this rink. That you are who you are... I don't want anyone else."
"Wow. Well, I..."
"What?"
"I love... that the rink makes you happy."
"It does, Luke. You do too."
"Well, good. But you're scared of me. You said you were scared of me."
"No. I'm frightened by how easily hurt you can be and how you react to that sometimes. And I'm a big screw-up. Famous for hurting people, and I just can't bear the thought of hurting you."
"Or making me angry?"
"Luke, sometimes it's sort of part of the same thing."
"I see. Wow."
"Yeah, wow, again."
"Lorelai, you know I would never hurt you, right?"
"Oh, Luke. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I am so stupid! Please don't take this too much to heart. Of course you would never hurt me. I know that, sweetie."
"I mean, Dean and I just wrestled."
"I know. I know."
"And I didn't leave a mark on that car."
"I know that too."
"And I only chase Kirk for his own good."
"And it totally builds his character, Luke. I know. You're right. Even when you're violent you're a sweetie. I know that. It's just that..."
"It scares you?"
"A little. Sometimes. Yes. I'm sorry."
"Okay. Well, we can work on that. I don't want you afraid. But you lying is not going to help with the making progress issue here."
"I totally agree. I totally agree.Which is why I'm fessing up now, Luke. I am so sorry."
"Well, I am too."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Good. So Luke, are we good then?
"We are. I just need to process a little."
"Okay, Luke. You do that. Take all the time you need."
"All right. I will."
"I'm sorry again."
"I know. Just gonna process now."
"Good. Do you wanna watch me do a Hammil Camel at the same time?"
"Will you be wearing those jeans while you're doing it?"
"Yes."
"Then I might get a little distracted from the processing."
"God, I love you."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I really think I do. You probably need some time to process that too..."
"I think I might."
"Okay. I'm going to skate now. In these jeans. You watch. And process. If you can."
"Right. I'll do that."