Disclaimer: Amy owns everything but my season one, two, and three DVDs.

A/N: This is not AU, but its alternate-everything else that happens in the show. This takes place beginning of season three. Lorelei knows that Sherry is pregnant, but Chris never came to dinner like in "Haunted Leg"

P.S. I have to admit, I'm definitely not a Chris fan.

Summary: What if speed dial rescue worked both ways (only early in season three)?

Chapter Three:

Previously: There came a furious knock on the door. She paused the movie and made her way to the front door. Who she saw when she opened it made her heart sink into her stomach and a gasp escape her throat.

"Christopher." She could barely get the words out as she stared in wonder at the man who was currently slumped in her doorframe, his eyes held a glazed over look of…desire? The man who had all but abandoned her several times in the past. The man who, up until a week ago, she thought she might have some kind of future with.

"Lor…" Chirs stumbled into the house, a bottle in his hand. "…I really, I just, I need to talk to you. You know? We need to talk," he slurred, almost incomprehensibly.

Lorelai was incredulous. "Chris are you drunk?"

He continued his drunken diatribe. " I just, you won't return my calls and, I want things back to how they were before…before…"

Now, Lorelai's incredulousness turned into pure rage and her eyes filled with tears. "Before you got your girlfriend pregnant, Chris? Before you backed yourself into a corner with promises to me and Rory that you had to go back on because you were stupid enough to bring another life into this world with a woman you claimed you were done with?"

Chris dropped his eyes for a second, but the level of alcohol in his bloodstream stopped all thought that would've prevented him from continuing. "Yes, but…"

"But? Christopher, there is no 'but' in this situation we've got going here! You and I have nothing to discuss…." And with this remark she physically turned him towards the door wich was still hanging open. "I think you should go."

Christopher advanced towards the door, took a couple steps that made her think that he was taking her advice and just leaving. Little did she know that inside his head, the wheels were turning. Not of his volition, mind you. No, Jose Cuervo and Captain Morgan were up there giving the wheels a hand, but they were turning none the less. And suddenly the thoughts of what they had once had between them (particularly the night before Sookie's wedding) and what could never be again were combined with the alcohol in his brain. And he got mad. Mad that he had screwed up his chances with her. Mad at himself. Mad at her for not wanting him. And so instead of leaving through the open door, he reached an arm out and slammed it shut.

Lorelai had been walking back into the living room when the bang made her jump. She turned around and gasped partly when she saw that Chris clearly wasn't leaving, but mostly when she saw the maniacal glint in his eye and the way he was looking at her, partially enraged and partially hungry.

"Christopher?" She breathed out of fear.

He growled his response, never once taking his eyes off of her. "I'm not going anywhere."