Sorry this took so long to get up. I was having issues deciding how I wanted Rory and how I wanted Lorelai to react. There were some where they were more accepting, ones where Rory was more pissed off, so on and so forth. I finally decided on this version, because it really shows how their characters different when they were taken away from each other.

Anywho...

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"You were a big fish in a small pond, but this here is the ocean and you're drownin'. Take my advice, go back to puddleville, you'll be happy there."

(Amos Calloway, Big Fish)

For the first time in her life, Rory had forgotten how to move. She just stood there, trying to figure out how to walk again. But her mind was flying at such a fast speed that finding those basic little blueprints within the chaos was near-to impossible.

"Rory?" Luke's voice came over the chaos in her brain, soft and timid.

She shook her head, jarring herself back to reality. "That was her," she mumbled out softly, "Oh my god, that was her, Luke."

He nodded his head slowly, "Yea, Rory, yea she was."

She breathed in deeply, "Oh my god."

"No shit," Luke mumbled back.

"I gotta," Rory breathed out quickly, "I gotta go!" She shouted as she turned quickly on her heel and ran towards the door. She shoved it opened, almost nailing Kirk in the nose in the process, but thankfully just missing him, and ran in the direction of her so-called mother had run off to.

She didn't have to go far. Just feet in front of her, standing besides a car, her arms wrapped around her small waist, her shoulders visibly shaking.

"What do you want from me?" Rory burst out, not even bothering with agreeting.

Lorelai jerked her head towards Rory, her eyes were bloodshot, and her once perfectly pulled back hair was now a mess of loose strands. She opened her mouth slowly, waiting for any words to come to her. "I just," she started, but nothing came after that.

"What?" Rory shouted, "You just what?"

"I can't do this," she said flatly.

"Why?"

"I just can't, okay!"

They both just stood there, completely ignoring the confused stares from the townspeople around them, and continued their own staring match.

"Why are you even here!" Rory matched Lorelai's anger with her own, "What do you want from me!" She could feel her whole body shaking, her face drenched with tears.

"I can't do this. It's too big." Lorelai sounded like a small child, which was something she never saw herself sounding like. She had always been the big fish, and all the sudden she found herself drowning in the pond.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I can't do this!" Lorelai repeated, her voice finally returning to her. She turned sharply on her heel and climbed into her awaiting car.

"Wait!" Rory called after her, "Just hold up a second!"

Lorelai didn't listen that time, she had learned her mistake the first time around. She just turned the key in her car, slammed her foot on the gas and took off without even bothering to check first.

"Wait!" Rory shouted at her retreating figure. But her words fell on death ears. "Wait, dammit!" She croaked out again, before breaking down completely into her hands. The street had fallen into a sudden silence, all the people of Stars Hallow stunned by the interaction between their beloved Rory Grayson and this mystery woman.

"Rory," Luke's voice came hesitantly from behind her, braking the silence. "Just go home, okay? I can manage without you for one afternoon, cross my heart." His poor attempt at humor did little to ease the situation, but he didn't know what else to do. Humor had always been a good way of avoiding things.

Rory didn't even bother looking up, she just shook her head, "No. It's my shift. I'm working. I'm fine. Fine."

"Rory you're not fine, it's okay. I can manage. It's slow today, anyways."

She shook her head again, "No," she lifted her head out of her hands, "You need me, remember. The high schoolers will be around any minute, and I don't know how you guys will survive without your Rory buffer," she plastered on a fake smile to hide her tears.

"Rory," he said slowly.

"No, Luke," she said shortly, "I'm working." She marched inside of the diner without so much as another word, not even bothering to look at the stunned faces of the other townspeople around them.

Luke stood there for a moment, trying to play out the last few minutes inside of his head. They had gone by so quickly, it was hard to comprehend exactly what had happened. He turned around to look inside of the diner, watching as Rory went about her daily work like nothing had happened, ignoring the stares and awkward questions, and just being Rory.

And even though everything else seemed to say, she's okay, it's over. No harm, no foul. His gut disagreed with a vengeance. Then he felt it. The soft raindrops came down, hitting and bouncing off his shoulders like miniature bouncy balls from heaven.

Lorelai sped through the town, ignoring every traffic law known to mankind as she did so. It wasn't how she had thought they would met. She always imagined it going better somehow in her head, but then again, she had always been a coward and in that daydream she was brave. She was wonder woman.

She drove up to the small, quaint, little inn that she was supposed to stay in while she was in town. The Independence Inn. Funny name, really. She was an independent woman, staying at the independence inn. Nothing holding her back. No one tying her down.

This was it. Everything she had always wanted.

She pulled up to the front of the inn, pulling her jeep into the vacant front spot. At least something was going her way today. She grabbed her small bag from the seat next to her, along with her purse and cell phone, and slid slowly out of the car.

Once she felt pavement below her feet, she leaned forwards and closed the car door behind her. Then she meandered towards the door, dragging her bag carelessly behind her. Once inside the homey inn, she made her way up to the front desk to a very disgruntled looking nearly bald man.

"Hello," she plastered on her best fake smile, hoping her eyes weren't blood shot from her tears.

"Hello and welcome to the Independence Inn," he mumbled out in an extremely strong French accent, "How may I help you?"

"Ah, check it," she mumbled, "Lorelai Gilmore," she began rummaging through her purse in search of ID and credit card.

"Ah, here you are, Lorelai Gilmore room thirteen. I do hope you aren't superstitious."

"Ah-ha!" She pulled out her wallet, producing her ID and credit card, "What was that?"

"Number thirteen, superstitious! You don't get it?"

Lorelai nodded, "Oh, yeah, sorry, I just didn't hear you right I guess. But very funny, Mr. French man, guy, dude, what is your name?"

"It's foo-foo-head," he deadpanned as he grabbed the ID and credit card she held out in front of her. "Alright, you should be all set, Ms. Gilmore." He handed back the ID and credit card, "Now this is your room key," he handed her a key, "And you should be all set, so bye-bye now."

She grabbed the key from him, "Why thank-you Mr. Foo-foo-head," she managed in a thick yet extremely fake southern accent. She shoved her ID and credit card back into her purse, then walked off in the direction of the rooms.

Seconds later, she found her room, the so-called unlucky thirteen, and walked inside. It was a nice sized room, not to small, but not too big either. It was just like in that Three Bears story, 'just right'.

She dropped her bag besides the bed, then let herself fall onto its soft mattress, letting the blankets surround her in an inanimate hug. And then, dropping her famous smile, she let the days events show.

I hope everyone liked how they reacted, and nobody was too over dramatic or anything (that's always been one of my pet peeves, and if I've done it, please inform me immedently!)

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