DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. If I was a powerful God, then Lorelai would be mine, ALL MINE...alas the sad reality... :(

People, calm down. I know some of you all a little lost and are dying to know what happened to this or that. But RELAX! everything will be clear at the chapters go...

CHAPTER 5 "I never meant to"

"You hit her?" Luke asked, completely taken aback.

"Yeah! Let me tell ya, it wasn't one of my proudest moment." Lorelai was in shame. How could she beat her daughter like this?

"She must've really took it bad."

"She did. She did. I didn't hear from her for over a week." Tears slowly started to descend on Lorelai's cheek.

Luke made a move to comfort but she held her hand in the air, motioning for him to stay where he was.

"Let me finish with this Luke." She wanted to make him understand that she needed space right now.

"I didn't hear from her over a week. Then at Friday night dinner, she wasn't there either. Mom told me Rory was sick and couldn't make it. I told her I knew to not make her suspicious."

"You didn't call her?" Luke looked at Lorelai softly.

Lorelai looked at him angrily, greeting her teeth.

"Of course I called her. I did. I left like a million messages. But she never called back. And every time she saw my name on her cell, either she wouldn't pick up or just hang up on me."

Luke stood up from the bed, and went to the kitchen. Lorelai looked at him somehow nervously. What she annoying him with her stories? He got himself a beer then came back to sit opposite her.

Lorelai breathed a deep sign of relief.

"After that Friday night dinner, I was sitting on my car. I didn't want to go home. You were gone. And I desperately needed to talk to Rroy."

"I was gone?" Luke's expression was curious

"Yeah. Remember. You had to go to New York to see something with Jess."

Luke nodded, then took another sip of his beer.

"So I drove to New Heaven, to her dorm. When I got in, she wasn't there. Paris told me she was somewhere and would be back soon. I sat on her living room and waited for her.

"Paris? Paris?" called Rory when she got into her dorm.

She stopped right away when she spotted Lorelai on the sofa.

"Rory! Hey!" said Lorelai softly

"Lorelai" replied Rory coldly

That one word broke Lorelai. Suddenly she lost all the courage she carried and a few tears slid down.

"What are you doing here? You wanted to finish the job? Last week you slapped my right cheek, this week the other?"

"Rory! No!" Lorelai tried her best to control the tears. But she couldn't. She had no strength for this. No strength to fight against her own daughter.

Rory's voice softened a little at sight of her mother crying. She dropped her bag, unsure of what to do. She wasn't ready to forgive Lorelai. Still, Rory knew she wasn't innocent herself.

She got a Kleenex and handed it to Lorelai who whipped her face.

"I'm sorry Rory. I'm sorry ok? I screwed up. I never meant to hurt you. I'm not one of these violent drinking parent. You know that."

Rory knew very well. Her mother was far away from this kind of people. Her mother was successful, independent and alive. Her mother was beautiful.

She didn't say anything, letting her mother talk. Maybe calling her Lorelai was too harsh.

"It seems like we can't stop fighting, you and me. No matter what happens, we're always fighting. And I don't like this Rory. I really don't like this. I can't loose my best friend."

Lorelai looked at Rory. Her daughter looked pale, her face sad and tired. She didn't want to fight either.

"Listen. I love you. You know that. But I think I'm doing us both a favour if I stayed away a couple of weeks, said Lorelai miserably. You don't have to feel guilty for nothing. And I won't show up on Friday night dinners either. You can enjoy a nice evening with your grandparents without the fear of me slapping you off.

Rory's eyes widened a little. She was always so surprised to see her mother sacrificing everything for her.

"Here, I'm sure you were looking at this the whole week."

Lorelai walked to Rory and handed her the necklace she'd found on the corner of her bed. It was a bleu necklace Rory wore almost all the time. She loved the necklace more any other of her jewelleries.

She took it from her mother's hand. Looking at it, she resisted the urge to smile.

Great minds think alike. She'd been looking for this necklace for over a week and was too stubborn to call home. Lorelai was so much like her.

"Okay. Then. I'm gonna go. And you can do whatever you want with your grandparents. I'm just sorry I yelled at you for it. It's your life. And I'm just Lorelai. Nothing else."

With a miserable face, Lorelai turned on her heels to leave.

Before Lorelai could exit the door, Rory called after her.

"Thanks...mom" she said sincerely.

Lorelai stopped, but didn't turned around and then left the room.

Rory looked over at her with a pained expression too. More than anything, she wanted to tell her mother everything there was to tell. She sat on the sofa, Paris was now out so she had the dorm for herself. She kept starring at the necklace.

Lorelai came all the way only to give her back this and apologize. Thinking about it, she couldn't name another person who would do such a thing for her.

"That was really nice. Mom'sreally nice. I just have to stop being a jerk with her."

"And we spend another week without talking with each other. I..." Lorelai stopped talking. The tears were now so much. Her face was swollen red. She couldn't talk anymore.

Luke made a move towards her and this time, she didn't push him away, she just lost herself in his arms. Maybe she could find some comfort and she did.

He jus stood there, patiently, not doing anything. Just holding her and telling her everything will be all right.

Lorelai's cries became hysteric. She couldn't resist herself anymore. Luke's flannel shirt became all wet and yet, she was still crying.

After five longs hours of shopping with Sherry, Rory was finally able to come home. To her big relief, Sherry couldn't drive her since she had to drop at her work and check on things. Rory took her car and assured her she would be fine.

Driving silently, Rory looked around her. People were crossing the streets. Some were talking and laughing quietly. Someone was holding what looked like a cup of coffee. Rory gazed longingly at it. She'd desperately needed a good cup of coffee right now.

Turning on the street at right, she saw what looked like a small coffe shop. She parked her car and went in. Maybe some decent coffee she could find.

She ordered a cup and a muffin, then sat at a table. The coffee wasn't that bad. Nothing compared to Luke's but that'll have to do it. She looked around her. Why was it so quiet suddenly? She wasn't that quiet normally. She was with her mother. Her mother talked so much, which made Rory talk a lot too. Even though Rory didn't talk that much, she secretly loved these sessions with her mother. She left save to say whatever she had to say without the fear of being laughed at. But now was different. Rory was alone, with no one to talk with.

Throwing the cup, she left the dinner.

"Sorry about your shirt" mumbled Lorelai from where her head rested on Luke's shoulder.

"Don't worry." replied Luke and then kissed her gently.

Lorelai lifted her head and looked lovingly at Luke. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"You're a beautiful, beautiful man" she told him tenderly

He blushed so hard that hishole face became red. He cleared his throat, trying to act grump but failed miserably.

Lorelai gently ran her hands all over his face, then pushed him on the bed and climbed on top of him...

For a couple of hours, she was able to get Rory out of her mind.

A/N: Any ideas or suggestion or anything that crosses your mind is greatly appreciated. Don't hold back people. Say whatever you think.