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"Jump in my nightmare! The water's warm!"
(Jerry Macguire)

Several hours later, Lorelai found herself driving aimlessly through the quaint little town called Star's Hallow on a desperate hunt for any thing coffee related. At this point, she'd settle for coffeecake. She should have made some before she left the apartment, it was stupid to think she could find a decent cup on the road.

She scanned the sides of the streets, it was funny, this town had a story entirely devoted to feline worship, but she couldn't mange to find a little diner or burger place? And to make matters worse she had forgotten her CD's, again, and was left to her fair-weather friend: the radio. And this being her worst nightmare, after all, it had a Christian Rock power hour. For the past three.

Then she hit the big time. She had to stop her car for a light. She hadn't seen a light for miles, let alone another car. But there is was, smack dab in front of her car beaming it's bright red color proudly.

"There is such a place as hell. This is it. I've finally found it. I guess mom and dad's is just his summer house," she rambled on to herself.

Her eyes scanned the area around her, seeing as how the light didn't seem to be changing by her staring directly at it. She really had to work on her mind powers, if she couldn't get a simple traffic light to change, how was she supposed to lift inanimate objects including several million in cash from her local bank?

Then, she found the silver lining. The Heaven humanitarian effort down below, and not just down below, but down, down, down below.

There it was, it big, bright yellow letters: Luke's Diner. A diner that would have coffee. It was like a rule ors something. And it wasn't just any old diner, it was Luke's Diner. And Luke was a pretty dependable name. She was pretty sure there was an apostle named Luke, and Luke must be short for Lucas, and there's George Lucas, God to cinema. Well, classic geek cinema, but cinema none-the-less.

Without waiting for the light to change, she swerved across the intersection, and pulled into an awaiting spot in front of the diner, following the bright yellow letters like she was in a trance. Her car stuck out of the spot because of its haphazard diagonal placement, but she didn't car. Hit the thing. She'd blame it on the company, after all she was on official business, and they'd buy her a new car. A better car.

She jumped out of her car in lighting speed, and dashed into the diner without losing her womanly charm. Swinging those hips had gotten her out of a lot of possibly bad situations in the past, and if a cop was perhaps standing nearby, hopefully she had swung enough to distract him.

She walked up directly to the counter, not even bothering with the sit at a table formality. She needed coffee. Then she'd sit at a table.

"Whatda want?" The gruff, but attractive she noted, looking man from behind the counter mumbled out, raising up a pad of paper to write down whatever she said.

"Coffee," Lorelai whined out, "The biggest you got! Grande! Tall! Whatever that last one is, I'm really blanking out right now because of the lack of coffee in my system."

He looked at her, "Okay, one coffee," he scribbled down, "Is that all?"

She paused in thought for a second, "Yep, for now, anyways. Depends on how much I like your coffee if I'll want anything else. You know you can tell a lot about a place from their coffee."

"I'm sure," he mumbled, as he tore off the sheet of paper and set it on the counter in front of her. "So are you new in town or just passing through?" He asked casually, as he went about making her cup of coffee.

"Passing through-ish," she answered, "I'm giving a speech tomorrow at the high school, so I'll be in town for a couple of days, then I'll be out of your guy's hair."

He pushed the now full cup of coffee in front of her, "Oh? Really? Sounds like fun," he forced out his words obviously.

She cracked a small smile at his antics, "Do you act like you care for all your customers, or am I just special?"

"What, no! It really does, it sounds nice. That is a nice thing you are doing."

She sat down on the empty stool besides her, "Nah, I don't wanna do it. You don't have to pretend, but you know, you were really good at it. Somebody's had some acting classes."

He gave her a look, "I just don't care for most kids that age. They're out of the jam hands thing and into the 'I'm too cool for that' stage. Trust me, I see most of them at least once a day and while usually I have my Rory-buffer, right now I'm completely open."

"Your Rory-buffer?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yea, she's a kid that works here. She's the one person that can stand them long enough to actually serve them their food so she's earned the nickname the Rory-buffer."

"Creative," Lorelai smiled, "I'm Lorelai Gilmore, by the way."

"Luke Danes."

"Ooh, so your Luke. The owner of the diner Luke. Well, this is a damn good cup of coffee Luke, you should expect a lot of business from be in these next few days, Luke. Whatda think about that, Luke?"

"Is there a reason you're using my name at the end of every sentence, or just plain insanity?"

"Is there a reason for that traffic light out there?"

"Hey, wasn't my idea."

"I'm sure, it's just right outside of your diner and you didn't get any say in it what-so-ever."

"Pretty much."

"I'm sure."

"Apparently you haven't met Taylor yet."

She blinked, "Taylor? I thought we were talking about traffic lights? What does this Taylor guy have to do with anything? Is he the local yahoo drives at, gasp, thirty miles an hour through the town?"

Luke cracked a smile, "I wish he was here to hear that."

"Glad to be of service," she looked at him strangely. They both sat there in a comfortable silence for a moment, Lorelai sipping, or rather gulping down, her coffee while Luke stared at her with a confused look on his face.

"What's up, Einstein? Proving that ol' theory of relativity got you down again?"

Luke shook his head, brining himself out of his short trance, "What?"

"You're staring at me. It's kinda creepy. I mean I could understand if I had something written on my face like 'stare at me' or something, but I'm pretty sure I don't. It'd be pretty hard for my car to do something like that to me, but I wouldn't put that past it. It's got quite the keen sense of revenge, and it's really looking for opportunity since that off-roading trip I took a couple of weekends ago."

"No, no, you just seem kinda familiar, that's all. I was just trying to place you, sorry."

"Oh, it's okay, I don't mind. I just needed to check that my new coffee supplier is in a slightly more sane state of mind then my own or else I don't know if I should be drinking this."

"No, no, the coffee's fine," he mumbled out half-heartedly, having returned to staring at her.

"Well?" She asked, "Anything coming to you?"

He shook his head, "Maybe you just look like somebody I met once, or something. Hey do you know a Lizzie Danes?"

Lorelai shook her head, "Not ringing a bell, sorry. Who is she? Your wife or something?"

"Oh god no, ew, my sister. I've met a lot of so-called friends of hers, I thought, maybe you were one of them."

"Oh, okay." She tipped her head back, and sipped up the last of her coffee, "Hey, Mr. Coffee Man, can I get a refill?" She held out her empty mug, smiling brightly.

"You know, this stuff will kill ya."

"Then why do you sell it?"

"Because there are people like you out in the world that keep me in business when I sell them massive amounts of coffee."

"Ooh, like a dealer. Just minus the drugs."

"Sure, whatever. My way's just more legal."

She smiled, "Then that'd make me your junkie." He smiled back at her, while he filled up her cup of coffee. "Angel, you've got wings, baby."

The bell rang behind them as the door swung open quickly then slammed shut, "Sorry I'm late, Luke! Paris was going all Donald Trump on me! I swear, I was like Nikki to her Paris!"

Luke looked up, "Oh, no problem, Rory. Things were slow around here anyways." He stared at her for a moment, then back at Lorelai sitting in front of him, then back to Rory.

"What?" Lorelai and Rory said at the same time.

"Weird," he mumbled to himself.

Lorelai turned around to look at what exactly was going on, then she saw what he had seen. Her mouth dropped open a little ways, and words came out like gibberish, none of them making any sense, or actually forming words for that matter.

Rory wasn't doing much better on the other side of the diner. At first she looked surprised, then maybe a little happy, then at the end she ended up looking more hurt then anything else.

"I-II've gotta go," Lorelai mumbled out, shooting her head down so that she couldn't see the girl standing in front of her anymore. She jumped out of her chair, and ran out the door, not even making eye contact with her daughter once as she ran out of the diner.

"Wait!" Rory called, apparently more brave then Lorelai could ever be.

Lorelai stopped mid-breath, her hand was on the door, waiting to be pushed open. She was just one more step forward to freedom and her perfect life, and one step back from the one thing she wanted most.

"Are you?" Rory breathed out, Lorelai didn't even need to turn around to know that tears were welling up in the young girl's eyes.

Lorelai bit her lip, and attempted to keep her own tears in check. She nodded her head slowly, still keeping her hand on the door, and her feet firmly planted in no-man's land.

"I've gotta go, I shouldn't be here. I've just gotta," Lorelai rushed her words out, not even bothering to finish her sentence before dashing out of the diner and towards her car just trying to keep the slightest bit of her composure behind.

That was her little girl back there. She could have delt with that so much better if she hadn't looked so much like her. Or hadn't talked so much like her. She could have delt with it if her daughter hadn't recognized her.

But this was hell after all. And kindness in hell was like a sinner in heaven.

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