Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or dialogue from the Gilmore Girls, nor do I own any of the song lyrics contained in the following story.
A/N: Ok here is the uber fluffy JavaJunkie song fic I promised. It came to me as I was making a little disk of my favorite 80's songs. Two of my favorites just SCREAM Luke and Lorelai…I think you'll agree too.
Now don't get me wrong, I love how Amy did things, I truly do. But these songs made me think of a way they could have come together and let each other know they were "all in" a little sooner, and I had to write it down. Just another romantic way to do this, damn it! TeeHee.
There was a bit of confusion from the end A/N of the last chapter. I am not 12. I am actually 31. I was just joking around, because "totally" was so totally the "in" thing to say when I was 12, and I used it, so I was joking and saying that working with these songs is making me regress to my former 12 year old self. Sorry for the confusion!
Everything up until the diner scene in Raincoats and Recipes is the same, but it veers off from there.
I know I usually use italics for thoughts, but we're not inside anyone's head today, so italics are used for emphasis and the lyrics of the song.
Sorry about the random sspaces between some of the lines...I tried to fix it, but had no luck :(
And now, for your pleasure… A Little Clarity: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3: Completion
Luke sighed as he parked his truck around the corner from the diner. Eight hours. He had taped the CD to her front door eight hours ago.
For the first two hours he was fine. He really didn't expect her to be home before two o'clock anyway. But as the third hour began, he found himself whipping around every time he heard the jangle of the bells. In hour five, when he dropped the fourth dish, he decided it was time to leave.
He went to Snuffy's for dinner. He talked business with Buddy, and let Maisy fuss over him, and by the time he left, he felt a little less on edge, a little more comfortable in his skin.
That is, until he walked through the door to his diner and saw her sitting at the counter.
She didn't look up when he came in. He saw her glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as he approached the stairs to his apartment, but she quickly dipped her head to sip her coffee when he looked in her direction.
He stopped halfway up the stairs, and his shoulders slumped. Maybe the song had been too much. Maybe he had read her wrong. Maybe she was only interested in being his buddy.
He sighed and continued up the stairs. He approached his apartment with his head down, and therefore almost missed the green CD attached to the door with Barbie bandaids. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he felt his heart rate increase.
Removing the disc from the door, he saw a message written on it in Lorelai's loopy scrawl:
Luke,
I'll see your REO, and raise you some Survivor.
Lorelai
He didn't remember opening the door, or crossing the room to play the CD. But there he was; arms braced on the counter, forehead placed against the cool metal of the player, as the first notes of the melody filled the room.
When the words began, and jogged his memory, he smiled.
How can I convince you what you see is real
Who am I to blame you for doubting what you feel?
He felt, rather than heard her enter the room, and turned to see that she had closed the door and was leaning against it, arms behind her back. He walked over to within a few feet of her and held out his hand.
I was always reachin', you were just a girl I knew
I took for granted the friend I have in you
"Dance with me," he whispered.
I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
She smiled and took his hand. He pulled her close, his right hand spread wide, riding low on her back. His left hand cradled her right hand against his chest. This was not the shy, hesitant dance of the week before. This was confident, this was sure, this was right.
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever, the search is over
"Great song," he told her, pulling her even closer.
You were with me all the while
Lorelai lifted her head from its position on his shoulder and smiled. "It's the product of hours of tireless research," she informed him.
His eyebrows shot up. "Really…"
Can we last forever, will we fall apart
At times it's so confusing, these questions of the heart
She nodded her head. "Oh yes. There were many 80's power ballads vying for the honor of being The Song."
You followed me through changes and patiently you'd wait
Till I came to my senses through some miracle of fate
Luke chuckled. Lorelai quirked her eyebrow at him and continued, "It's true. Lost in Your Eyes was a major contender in the beginning, but I decided it just didn't say enough."
I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
"Love of a Lifetime almost caused a riot when it got disqualified," she said ominously.
Luke tilted his head in confusion.
"It was released in 1990,"she sighed.
"Of course," Luke replied, rolling his eyes.
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever, the search is over
"But in the end, it was this song that--despite the gender confusion--just seemed--" she trailed off as her eyes locked with his.
You were with me all the while
"Perfect," he finished for her and she nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
Now the miles stretch out behind me
Loves that I have lost
Broken hearts lie victims of the game
They danced in silence, gazes locked, and he realized; she may have only recorded one song for him, but with her melodic babbles she was trying to create for him a medley of her feelings.
Then good luck it finally struck
Like lightning from the blue
Every highway's leading me back to you
To reassure him.
Now at last I hold you, now all is said and done
He raised her fingers to his lips, looking even deeper into her eyes, and nodded his head just once, letting her know he understood. She smiled and tucked her head under his chin once again.
The search has come full circle
Our destinies are one
He touched his lips gently to her forehead, letting them linger there, and his mind drifted to the dream she had once shared with him.
'We were, um, at my house. I got up, I went downstairs for coffee, and you talked to my stomach.'
'Why on earth would I do that?'
'Well, because I was pregnant. Twins.'
'Mine?'
'What am I, dream tramp? Of course yours.'
'We were married?'
'Um, yeah. Did I not mention that?'
So if you ever loved me
Show me that you give a damn
He remembered how upset she had been over his non-move to Litchfield.
'I wasted a week of my life adjusting to the idea that you had moved only to find out that you haven't moved.'
'How much adjusting did you have to do? Nothing's changed! I still see you everyday, I still cook your food, I still serve your coffee. What do you care?'
'I care.'
'Why?'
'Because I don't want you to move.'
'Why? Why don't you want me to move?'
You'll know for certain
The man I really am
Lorelai giggled softly at the incorrect gender, and his lips, still against her skin, smiled.
I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
He brushed his lips across her cheek and recalled a time in the past when 'Mimi' was lamenting her ability to find 'the whole package'.
'You'll get it'
'How do you know?'
'I know.'
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Then I touched your hand, I could hear you whisper--
"The search is over,"he whispered into her ear, joining the song.
--love was right before my eyes
As the music faded away, she raised her head a little, and he bent his, and their lips met for the first time.
Finally.
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A/N: Well! This chapter completely took on a life of its own and went way more chatty and reminisce-y (I know, not a word…like bloaty) than I had originally intended. But I must say, I'm kinda satisfied with the result. I hope you are too.
I hope to finish the final chapter of A Siren's Tears within the next week, but my mother-in-law is coming this weekend to help clean out the basement so…
For my next fic, I'm thinking I'll either do a Finn/Rory (cause Finn is so fun, and there aren't enough Finn/Rory stories), or a Trory (cause Tristan Rocks!). Any requests?