Title: Alien Ships, Underalls and a Third Use for Telescopes. Summary: Chapter 2. Another important moment in Lorelai and Christopher's relationship. Rating: PG-13 (Just to be save)
Disclaimer: Since I didn't have one last chapter, let me say I down own anything but the first three seasons on DVD.

Alien Ships, Underalls and a Third Use for Telescopes

Lorelai remembered sitting at this same desk years ago. Emily had given up trying to square Trix's things away. So Lorelai had done it. Now it was her turn to do it again.

This time for her own mother. Richard's death years ago left Emily with boxes and boxes of things from his study and office (he had never quite retired) that she didn't want to see again.

Boxes of things covered with dust that had been put away long before Richard and Emily's death. Boxes of her own things they had closed up after she ran away from home with baby Rory. Lorelai the third.

One thing not boxed was a black telescope. It was the first thing Lorelai counted on her list. This telescope was part of her balcony… part of her childhood. This telescope was witness to some of her favorite memories of her childhood- of her whole life.

Young eyes that twinkled with love pressed against the lens, peering at stars, among… other things. There was another night that had nothing and everything to do with stars that, try as she might, she could never forget.

The sky was cloudless. Moonlight embraced the balcony and the girl standing upon it. She was peering down at the ground currently, tucking a brunette curl back behind her ear. She tapped her foot impatiently. Checking her watch again, she snickered.

Late again.

She wasn't worried. The boy racing to the Gilmore mansion on a shiny red motorcycle wasn't either. He knew she'd wait for him forever, name the place… and she'd be there, waiting diligently. That was her.

Funny how some things never change.

He'd cut the motorcycle off a block away, and parked it against the side of the huge fence, struggling to remain unheard. He shed his helmet as he ran. He wasn't a very graceful boy, so hopping the fence had been quite a feat to watch. Lorelai did enjoy the show. By the time Christopher finally hopped over the balcony wall after climbing her tree, Lorelai's hand was clasped over her mouth as tight as she could, suppressing giggles.

"Hey." He said, moving her hand aside.

She had barely enough time to offer a "hello," before his face was pressed against hers. She smiled, pulling at his tie. They were both still in uncomfortable school uniforms.

Finally time to do something about that. Lorelai thought in the moments before. She hadn't had time to consider any of this. She was pressed against the wall of the balcony, beside her old telescope.

"You're late again." She teased.

"Am I?" He said, and kissed her again.

And then, all of the sudden they were kissing in a way no one should ever kiss another person. All of the sudden, they were out of control… weren't they? Maybe it was something that was just meant to happen. Maybe it was time. Either way, the moments that followed changed Lorelai's life forever.

But you knew that.

It had taken all of ten minutes, she joked later, but it was true. Not as much about romance as it was about curiosity or… need.

Next Chapter: Lorelai comes home with baby Rory. If that goes over well, maybe a chapter of her running away. Basically, everything we didn't see in Dear Emily and Richard.