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. Lorelai 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 again for all the great reviews! Sorry the last chapter was so short. I'm gonna get them together soon, I promise. I have to, otherwise some of you are going to hunt me down!

Previously:

"We'll deal with everything in the morning, for right now, just try and get some sleep."

It had been a long night. She nodded her response, nestled closer to her protector, and just before she drifted off to sleep, had one last conscious thought. He said "we" not "you" or "I." For once in her life, Lorelai Gilmore had a partner. Well, a partner that wasn't related to her, at least.

Luke awoke for the second time, but the light streaming in through the windows alerted him to the fact that it was no longer night, it was morning. Wait a second, those aren't my curtains or windows, this isn't my bed! Then he remembered the events of last night and shuddered at the though of something happening to the object of beauty he was currently holding. After recalling the terrifying reasons that he was currently in bed that wasn't his own holding Lorelai, he calmed down gave a sigh of relief that she was sleeping soundly and okay. Glancing at the clock he saw that almost five hours had passed since Lorelai's mid-night breakdown. At least she got some sleep, he thought, relieved. Then he heard it. A noise from somewhere in the house, somewhere downstairs, a noise that sounded like…a doorknob jiggling. Guess he wasn't the only one awake. I should take care of this before she wakes up, he thought. I don't want her to have to see him or deal with it until she's ready.

Heaving a sigh of disappointment that he had to leave this nest and this woman, he began to untangle himself from her. She moaned as he got up at the loss of her life-size teddy bear and it was all he could do not to jump back into bed with her. So not the time, Danes, he mentally scolded himself and went down stairs to deal with "Christopher".

He reached the bottom of the stairs in a few steps, grabbed the keys from off the coffee table where he had tossed them last night and went to Rory's door. The pounding had increased in volume and now the idiot was yelling, like that was going to unlock the door.

"Lorelai! Let me out, I know we can talk about this! I'm sorry for last night! You have to know that I mean it! I was just really drunk and…" Luke opened the door and the force with which Chris had been pounding landed him on the floor right in front of Luke's feet. Luke suppressed a chuckle at just how idiotic this guy was. And this idiocy was all before he spoke again.

"Who the hell are you?" Chris questioned accusingly as he brushed his jacket and his ego off and stood up.

Luke looked baffled. "Who am I? You honestly don't remember?"

Chris narrowed his eyebrows with an air of superiority that he had acquired through his years of training to be a proper gentleman. "Aren't you the diner guy? What the hell are you doing…"

Luke grew tired of the idiot's babbling and held up his fist to silence him. "This ring any bells?"

Chris's eyes grew wide. "That was you? You asshole!" He lunged at Luke, but before he could do any damage, Luke grabbed both of his arms, twisted them behind his back with little difficulty, and started to walk him towards the door.

"You know as pleasant as your little visit's been, I think it's time for you to leave now."

But apparently Chris didn't know what was good for him. "I'm not going until I talk to Lorelai!" He tried to struggle away, but Luke got a good hold on him and kept forcing him towards the door.

"She's sleeping idiot, she's a little worn out from last night, thanks to you. Plus, do you really think she wants to talk to you after what you tried to do to her last night?"

But Chris wasn't going to take no for an answer. "I just need to talk to her! I need to tell her I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything I did last night! I…I love her!"

These three little words hit a soft spot with Luke, especially knowing who they were in reference to. He had been pretty gentle up until now, trying to just ease Chris out of the house and protect Lorelai from any more pain. But now he had reached a breaking point. He shoved Chris up against a wall, and stared right into his eyes.

"What the hell did you say?"

Christopher sneered, sensing he had hit a sensitive spot with this otherwise gruff man. "I said I love her. I love Lorelai."

Luke couldn't take it anymore. He shoved Chris up a little higher on the wall. "Like hell you do. I know what I saw last night. If you loved her at all, if you even remotely liked her, you would have never even considered doing what you did, you scumbag. You wouldn't know love if it came up and bit you in your ass."

"Oh yeah? Well then why don't you school me a little bit, Luke?" Sarcasm dripped off Christopher's slimy tongue as he sneered at the diner man. "Do you think you love her? Is that what this is all about? You just act like her little puppy dog, hoping one day she'll notice you?" He chuckled to himself mid-diatribe. "It's never gonna happen man. She'll always be hung up on me. No matter how many guys she sleeps with, she thinks we belong together. She wants us together. She always will…"

Luke couldn't stand it. He dropped his hold on Chris and slugged him again across the face. It wasn't as hard a hit as the night before, but it was Luke and it was pretty powerful. Chris doubled over in pain. As he stood, touching a finger to where his lip was now bleeding, his eyes got wide at the look he saw in Luke's. This guy meant business.

"Get out. Now."

But Chris was nothing if not idiotically persistent. "But..."

Luke roared now, forgetting that there was a sleeping person in the house. He was going to kill this asshole if he didn't leave soon. And he didn't want to be arrested. "Get the hell out of this house!"

Chris gave up the fight. This guy could kill him, and he looked like he wanted to. So he did what he did best. He ran out the door and drove away. As soon as the door was shut, Luke heaved a huge sigh of relief that the guy was finally gone.

As he turned to go into the kitchen to make Lorelai breakfast, he heard a noise from the stairs. He whirled around and saw on the stairs, eyes as wide as dinner plates and filled with tears, mouth agape…

"Lorelai?" Oh shit.