Never will own GG.

I'm really glad everybody is enjoying my story. I hope this satisfies some of you.

Seconds after Lee waltzed with the Grim Reaper, the three interns, two attending and a resident began to revive her. They had pulled out the defibrillator and charged it to two hundred and shocked Lee's pale skin. Her chest rose erratically and lifelessly. The doctors looked at the heart monitor in dismay as Lee was still flat lining. They charged the defibrillator again, this time to two hundred sixty. Again Lee's chest rose and fell in a quick uncontrolled motion. The doctors kept trying to revive Lee, but her body wasn't responding. The doctors were giving up hope, they kept glancing at the clock to see if it was time to declare her dead.

But then the miracle happened. Lee's heart starting beating right when the head doctor was about to announce her time of death. Her eyes fluttered open like she had just been sleeping the whole time. She looked confused and sad. Sometime during the code blue the doctors had intubated her, meaning they put a tube down her esophagus to breath for her.

When Lee started to become aware of what was happening she panicked. The one doctor who had stayed was telling her to calm down. He explained to her what happened and that she was okay now. But Lee wasn't paying attention, she couldn't hear him. Her vision was cloudy and she couldn't breathe. She couldn't wrap her mind around the tube in her throat, which was dry and sore. She tried to breath on her own but all that led to was her not getting enough oxygen into her lungs which led to more panicking. The doctor had no choice but to sedate her.

Meanwhile in the waiting room Tristan was getting the third degree from Mrs. Perry who, in his opinion, would fit in perfectly with high society Hartford because of her ability to belittle the younger generations and gossip like an old bitty at the same time. In any other situation he'd have mock bowed to her, in theory. He didn't actually have the balls to do so.

"So Blake? How'd you meet Lee?" She asked him putting extra emphasis on their names. Tristan almost wanted to run for the hills. He didn't know how far into this Lee was, he didn't know if what she was doing was illegal or not. For all he knew this just a story she told her neighbors, he hoped she wasn't doing anything illegal.

"Mrs. Perry I just want to know where Lee is?"

"Look young man, I don't know what your playing, but I am most certainly not going to tell you where she is until you tell me what I want to know." Mrs. Perry looked hard at Tristan and he shivered under her glare.

"I am an innocent bystander okay. She ran away after her love was killed in an accident. She was pregnant and hurt and just wanted to run. I found her on accident. I didn't know anything until last week." He told Mrs. Perry. She looked skeptical and then quickly told him Lee's/Lorelai's/Rory's room number. He rushed up the stairs because the elevator was taking too long.

When he entered, tired and out of breath, he was mortified. She was lying motionless on the bed with several tubes everywhere. The only noise was that of the machines monitoring her. He cautiously stepped in, like he was afraid the giant ball from Indiana Jones would come rolling in his direction. He sat next to her and slowly took her hand in his like he was afraid touching her would render him in the empty hospital bed beside her.

Lot's of people were afraid or hospitals. Tristan wasn't one of them. He had been on a battlefield and seen more death than he would have liked. And for that he suffered. Besides the obvious lack of sleep he developed a fear of guns. He was traumatized by what he had seen, and he had been working as a medics assistant, and the medics guard. But in this war, everywhere was a battlefield. So when the army shrink came to examine him, he was said to be inadequate as a soldier. He was discharged immediately. The army didn't want him.

However just looking at his past crush lying so helplessly almost killed him. He wanted to take her place. It made him want to cry at the thought that someone who had had everything in high school now had nothing. It made him furious that she chose to give it up.

"This is ridiculous!" He exclaimed to the empty room, excect for Lee. He stood up so fast and let go of her hand so quickly. He couldn't just sit by and do nothing. He stormed out of her room and marched down the corridor to the payphone. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some change. Fifty cents for a ten minute phone call was ridiculous.

He dialed the numbers furiously and waited impatiently for it to be answered. When it did he was met by a very loud, jaded, angry, and frustrated voice that seemed to calm him down.

"Paris." he breathed.

A day later Tristan was fingering a piece of paper in his pocket that held the number of Lorelai Gilmore II. He had hesitated in calling her. He wanted Rory to call herself, or to give him her mothers number. Suddenly he stopped in his place. It was the first time he had thought of her as Rory since he met her again last week. It was hard to believe how easy it was to believe her as Lee Waters. She should be an actress, he thought.

He carried on to her room and saw her staring at her laptop. When she woke up she only asked for two things, her baby and her computer. Sadly Tristan didn't know which she wanted more. She never seemed like the mother type when he found her last week. To him it seemed like any maternal instinct she had was forced. But he didn't know that for certain.

Tristan sat down in the chair next to her bed and leaned over to look at the latest chapter of her story. But he was surprised when he saw her staring at a blank screen.

"Ror?" He said her name so nonchalantly that he hadn't even realized it was her real name.

"It's Lee." She automatically corrected. After thirteen months of introducing herself as Lee Waters it had become an automatic response. And sometimes, in her dark hours, she liked to believe she was Lee Waters.

"Sorry. You got writers block or something?" He asked her, teasing her. She just looked at him. He couldn't decipher the look.

"Can't think of what to write to next?" He elaborated. She gave him the same look as before.

"No. The story writes itself." She told him. He laughed. Who wouldn't laugh at a response like that.

Lee closed the computer screen and moved the computer off her lap. She looked up at his blue eyes, the ones that she could have fallen in love with in high school had he not been an ass.

"You remind me of Logan. I think you always have." She declared. Tristan looked at her confused.

"Who's Logan?" He asked.

"Rupert." She carefully answered using the fictional name from her story.

"Oh." He didn't know what else to say. Lee and Tristan just stared at each other, afraid to ruin the moment, afraid of what might happen, just afraid. Tristan finally broke away from her gaze. This wasn't the time or the place to start to have romantic feelings about her.

"I'm going to go to sleep." Lee announced. Tristan was taken aback for a moment before removing the computer from her bed. He walked out of the room and sat down in those uncomfortable plastic chairs to read her story.

Alexia was so distraught she barely noticed the bus stop. Her money had run out, she had to stop here. She dragged her sleeping feet out the door and rested on the nearest bench. Alexia just sat and watched some travelers greet their families with a huge smile on each of their faces. She watched as one young man picked up his young son and spun him clockwise around in the air. The boy giggled and told his father he'd miss him. Alexia put her hand on her stomach. Her baby would never have that.

Alexia felt something warm and sticky on her hand, she looked down at all the crimson blood.

"Well that explains the dizziness." She muttered to herself. Some passer bys smiled sadly at her.

A woman sat next to her. Alexia looked up at her wishing that it was her mother. That her mother had followed her to this place and was here to take her back. But Alexia couldn't have everything. She couldn't run away and take her mother with her.

"You need a doctor." The woman stated and Alexia had a few sharp comebacks she wanted to use. But instead she looked up at the elderly woman and half smiled at her for her concern.

"I need a home. I need a job." She told the woman in a pathetic voice.

"What's your name, sweetie." If Alexia wasn't so overwrought she would have sharply told the lady not to call her such a derogatory name.

"Lorelei Gilmore." It was the first thing she thought of. She always wanted to be a mythical creature and why not the siren. Considering she has drawn so many good men into her life only to destroy them. Jared, her first boyfriend who she had betrayed and lied to and left him miserable and divorced to his wife, who didn't deserve any of this. Her second boyfriend Milo who she had driven away. And then there was Rupert, who was so entangled in her grasp that he died. She swore to never love again.

"How about your real name?" The woman asked her, interrupting her memories.

"What? That was my real name." She panicked. She was never a good liar. Everyone said she gave it away by blinking too many times.

"And I am Bill Gates. I know your lying, despite that blinky thing you do. All runaways lie." Alexia rolled her eyes. She had to learn to lie better if was ever going to pass off living as Lorelei Gilmore.

"Alexia Foster." She told the old woman who smiled at her response.

"That's a pretty name, Alexia. Why do you want to change it?"

"What's your name, Ma'am?" Alexia glared at the woman .

"Molly Gerard." Molly held out her hand for Alexia to shake. Alexia didn't take it. She didn't know if she was trying to be strong or if she was just stubborn. She guessed it was the latter. Fosters were always stubborn it was a character trait passed down through her family line. Her baby would undoubtedly be stubborn as well.

"You can trust me, Alexia. I just want to make sure you're okay. That's a lot of blood there." Molly pointed to Alexia's abdomen. Alexia didn't follow the finger, she already knew she was losing blood. Her vision just kept getting more and more blurry until she saw nothing at all.

When Alexia woke up she was in a hospital and groaned. Her mother would certainly find her now. She didn't even know if that was a bad thing or not. The thought of her mother storming into her pristine white hospital room and hugging her until the perfectly white sheets turned red from her stitches breaking put a smile on her face. When the door to her sterol room opened she was disappointed that it was only a doctor.

"How are you feeling, Lorelei?" The doctor asked her and she had to stop herself from telling him it wasn't her name. She quickly discovered Molly had covered for her when she passed out.

The doctor kept speaking to her in medical terms which she blocked out by the intense pounding in her head. She closed her eyes slightly and the doctor left soon after taking down her stats. When the door closed she opened her eyes again and began to count the tiles on the ceiling.

"Nice trick." A voice from the side told her. She turned her head and saw Molly sitting on a chair reading a trashy tabloid magazine.

"They're all lies." Alexia expressed to Molly referring to the magazine. Molly nodded her head and discarded the magazine to a nearby window seal.

"Not too many people accomplish the fake sleep act when the doctor is talking. They usually fall asleep."

"I'm just not special enough." Alexia retorted. Molly laughed and shook her head.

"Believe me, you are." She paused when Alexia rolled her eyes. "Not too many people come in with the internal wounds you have."

When Alexia still didn't say anything she continued. "The fact that you're alive is a miracle. The fact that your not still in the hospital you were treated in is amazing. And the fact that you are still carrying a healthy baby is extraordinary. You are no run of the mill girl."

"Thank you." Alexia told her. It was clear to both of them that she wasn't talking about what Molly just said. She put her hand on her stomach and tried to feel her baby. Molly stood up and walked over to the bed. She grabbed Alexia's hand and moved it lower down her abdomen where the baby was growing.

"Oh thanks." Alexia chuckled, feeling stupid for not knowing. Molly nodded her head.

"So what are you going to do after they release you? Go home? Try to live here?"

"Whatever." She shrugged off the questions. A thought occurred to her.

"I don't have any money. How can I afford this? I need to leave." Alexia started to squirm and thrash around in the sheets. She grabbed at the IV wire ready to pull it out when a firm hand grabbed hers and pulled it away.

"It's taken care of." It didn't seem to soothe Alexia but it did stop her from causing harm to herself.

"I hope you don't mind but I've taken the liberty to plan out the next stage in your life." Molly gave Alexia a look that told her not to interrupt.

"When you collapsed at the bus station I took you to the hospital. I told the doctors the first name you gave me, they didn't argue considering I own the hospital. I was just going to leave it at that but when I found out you were pregnant I decided to help." She paused and looked at the room. She made a mental note to get some flowers in here.

"I've been considering a move down to Florida lately but have been hesitant to do so. Lately I've been living in my parents old house, nothing too big, you know just three bedrooms and two bathrooms. I just haven't been able to sell the house because it means so much to me. So I thought I could give it to you, change the deed to have your name on it. You wouldn't have to pay me. And then I could get you a job in the local medical center there, candy stripping and such. Just enough to pay the bills." Molly sat down in the little chair in the corner of the room again.

"I just have one condition. You can't change your name. I think Alexia is a beautiful name." Alexia was about to protest but this woman was giving her everything.

"Just to ensure nothing illegal, as well. The house is located in a small town and although the gossip mills are worse then the tabloids they will only know what you tell them. If you chose to live a lie then so be it, I have connections and will make sure it is never questioned. Does this sound fair to you, Lorelei?"

All Alexia could do was nod. This woman was being more then fair to her. Suddenly she started crying. Molly made no move to comfort the girl. She knew when comfort was needed and when it wasn't. Now was one of the times when the girl needed to be alone to collect her thoughts. It was almost as if it was the first time the girl was realizing she had abandoned her family.

Months later Lorelei was mopping her kitchen floor when her water broke. Of course it took awhile until she actually noticed. She panicked for a few seconds, pushed away the thought of calling her mother and called her nosy neighbor Patricia. Patricia drove her to the hospital which was thirty miles out of town. She'd leave the house as a single young woman but the next time she'd come back she would be a mother. She hoped she'd do a decent job of raising her child as her mother had done for her.

Lorelei thought of Rupert. Had he been alive he would have been running around like a chicken without it's head. He would have been so afraid of messing up, of being a bad father like his was to him that he wouldn't even notice he was being the best father a baby could ask for. She wished he was alive. Every night she thought of him. She dreamed of him, of waking up next to him. She cried at night when she cold and he wasn't there to wrap his warm, strong arms around her. She craved for him to make love to her.

But it would never happen. Lorelei thought that even if he was alive, she would have run from him the second she found out she was pregnant. Well that's not true. She would have broken his heart first. She'd have done anything to be free from his grasp. If he found out she was pregnant she'd have lied to him, tell him it wasn't his. It wouldn't fool him, he'd see right through the fib but would step aside and let her run, because she so desperately wanted to leave him.

But since he wasn't alive. And she hadn't had the opportunity to break his heart and run from him she could only miss his smirk and blonde hair. She'd miss everything about him until it consumed her and drove her further and further to depression.

She'd never love again.

Tristan finished reading what Lee wrote and felt the need to smash his fist into a wall. He didn't know until then that he was secretly hoping he could date her. But he realized that this Logan fellow was the only person she would ever love when she wrote she would never love again. He hated this.

Tristan opened up the internet and started searching for the Logan he reminded her of. He thought that maybe he'd be able to win her back by acting like Logan. It was a stupid thought and it would never work, he knew this. It must have been hope that kept him alive all this time. He would love her one way or another.

He googled 'Rory Gilmore Car Accident' and found a few articles on her. He looked at the names of those in the car accident. Danny Z. Dregger was the drunk driver and he was killed on impact. That was the only fatality in the accident. Finn Porter, Rory Gilmore, and Logan Huntzberger had…

"Huntzberger?" Tristan said aloud. He had dinner with the Huntzbergers a few weeks ago. And Logan was present with some bimbo blonde at his side.

"DuGrey huh?" Logan had asked him after dinner.

"It's like they want to marry us off. All the fucking time they are setting us up with appropriate wives and we think of it as some sick punishment from our captors. And you know what really gets me, is that when we find someone on our own that we love, they disapprove and expect our hearts to stop loving. But I still love her…. And she's dead." Logan had slurred to him before being dragged off by his date.

"Well that's just not fair." Tristan said. As much as he wanted Lee for himself he had to reunite the young family.

So he barged into her room, slamming the door open and waking her up. She glared maliciously at him. He made no effort to apologize.

"Rupert. He wouldn't happen to be Logan Huntzberger? The very alive Logan Huntzberger?" He asked her. She paled at his mention of Logan. He heart started to beat faster, the machines started beeping louder, when she heard he was alive.

She grabbed the phone on the night side table and dialed Logan's cell phone number, hoping he hadn't gotten a new one. To her amazement it rang.

"Hello?" His voice was harsh and hushed.

"Logan?" It was silent on the other end.

"Is it really you?" They both asked each other at the same time.