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.

P.P.S Thanks to all who pointed out my uploading mistake in chapter two. The full chapter is up now; I hope it makes a little more sense now. Thanks for all my wonderful reviews!

Previously: "Christopher?" She breathed out of fear.

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

Lorelei gulped down the fear that was slowly rising, most of it caused by the fiery look in Chris's eyes, and continued.

"Chris what are you talking about?"

Christopher narrowed his eyes, the fire still burning inside them, and sneered out his reply. "I'm not leaving that easy, Lor. I'm not leaving until I get what I want."

Lorelei thought that the best thing to do with a drunken Chris would be to reason with him, so she swallowed hard and tried her best. "And…and…what is that, Chris? More booze?" she suggested, trying her best to lighten the mood, which had suddenly become very uncomfortable.

However, her forced laughter only triggered more of the booze-burning madness that was happening inside of Chris's head. He walked up to Lorelei until he had her backed up against the wall in the foyer. She could feel his hot breath on her face and winced at the smell of alcohol on his breath. The look in his eyes had only intensified, and the combination of the two made her sick to her stomach. But her stomach was the last of her worries when she heard him speak:

"I want you, Lorelei," he sneered, and a gasp escaped her throat right before he shoved his tongue down her throat. He stumbled into the kitchen, presumably to get more alcohol, leaving Lorelei with a hand covering her mouth and a mind swimming with thoughts. And surprisingly all of these thoughts had a similar theme. The only thing that she could process was that Chris had kissed her. He had kissed her and she knew that kiss. It was the kiss that he had used the night before Sookie's wedding before…everything spun out of control, she thought. She knew what that kiss led to.

However this was different than the night at the inn. She had been lonely that night, she had wanted things between herself and her daughter's father to work so badly that she had made herself believe that sleeping with him could somehow make things good again. However she had learned her lesson since the events following that night. What was different tonight was…I don't want it. I really don't want it.

The clanging of glass in her kitchen brought her back to her present situation. She knew what Chris had planned, she knew she didn't want it, she didn't want him, she didn't want to put herself through it again. But she was scared. The amount of alcohol in Chris's bloodstream would make it hard for him to accept "no." She didn't think she could force him out on her own. She wasn't that strong, and he really didn't want to leave. In about five minutes he was going to come back to where she was and expect things to go his way. This made her stomach twist in fear.

She had three people that were always there for her when she was afraid. Rory was in Washington, Sookie was with Jackson, so she did the only thing she knew to do. She picked up her cell phone (which was charging on the mail table), held in the number seven and put the phone to her ear. It had rang twice before she heard Chris stumble back into the room. She laid the phone down out of surprise, and had no sooner taken her hand off the phone than she felt hands around her waist and Chris' booze-drenched breath down her neck.

"Don't you remember that night, Lor?" he slurred. "The night before Sookie's weeding at the inn? Don't you remember how incredible…"

But Lorelei had had it with this drunken bastard who had stumbled uninvited into her house wanting back what they both knew he couldn't have. She pushed him away and whirled around to look him in the eye.

"Get away from me Christopher!" she yelled, hoping to break through his alcohol-drenched stupor. Her voice didn't seem to get through to him, but it did connect with another Y-chromosome bearer. Less than two miles away, Luke had answered the phone at the diner, and when no one had responded to his gruff greeting, he was about to hang up when he heard Lorelei's cry. He knew immediately who it was but he was confused. He hadn't spoken to her in weeks, plus, she wasn't talking to him. It was like the phone was off the hook and he was overhearing whatever was taking place at her house. He listened closer, trying to grasp what exactly was going on:

"Like hell I'm going to leave here without getting what I want. I know you want me Lorelei, I know you want us to happen again." Luke overheard a voice he couldn't quite place, but assumed that it was this "Christopher" that Lorelei had yelled out earlier. From somewhere deep in his memory he recalled that Christopher was the name of Rory's father and guessed that that scumbag and this guy were one and the same.

Lorelei's voice was incredulous, bordering on a scream. "How can you even say that with a straight face, Christopher? You left us! Numerous times! You can't just come back here and expect us to just magically happen again! And at a time like this! Have you forgotten about Sherry?"

"But I don't love her Lorelei! I don't want to be with her!" Luke almost felt bad for this guy, slurring like a drunken teenager, begging for her. At least he had never done that. But who was Sherry? "Don't act like you don't know," the guy fumbled for his words. "I want you, Lorelei. I love…"

Luke heard a slapping noise. Apparently Lorelei had had enough of her drunken Romeo. "Like hell you do," he heard her say. She sounded as if she was bordering on tears. What the hell was going on here?

"Fine then," Luke heard the man sneer, rage was all that was evident in his tone. "I'll prove it to you." Luke only had to hear the crash that ensued to understand all he needed to know. This wasn't some lover's spat. She was in trouble. He sometimes grew tired of always being relied on, getting nothing in return, but that didn't matter now. She had called him, even thought they hadn't spoke in weeks, clearly she needed him. Who was he to let her down now, when that bastard could really hurt her? The last thing he heard was Lorelei's cry of protest before he slammed down the receiver.

"Caesar, I'll be right back!" he yelled to the cook in the kitchen.

"Ok, boss!" Caesar yelled in response, but the bells had already rung, and Luke was halfway down the street.