Author: aynat (©Tanya Long)
Description: A funeral, a baby and a new beginning. To start over Lorelai needs to say goodbye.
Spoilers: One from the last eppy of season five on... in chapter four.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gilmore Girls characters, though I would kindly pay for Luke. I make no money from this, it's purely for fun!
"Dad, dad, what is it?" Lorelai asked as she moved the phone to her other ear. She was in a hurry and didn't want to have to do the run around thing she always did with her parents.
"Are you sitting down," her father asked. Lorelai rolled her eyes.
"Yes dad, I'm sitting down," she retorted as she ran into the kitchen to grab her purse off the table. "In fact I'm laying down, I'm tied down, you're on speaker phone."
"Lorelai please," he said and Lorelai stopped. His voice was quiet, and soft... he didn't sound like Richard Gilmore.
"Is it Rory?" she asked. "Dad, what's going on."
"Rory is fine," he assured her. "In fact, she doesn't know yet. I thought it would be best if you were the one to tell her."
"Tell her what dad?"
"Christopher died this morning," he said.
"Christopher who?" she asked as she grabbed the keys off the counter. "Is that a friend of hers from Yale or something?"
"Lorelai, Christopher died," he repeated. Lorelai stopped.
"Christopher?"
Lorelai couldn't remember any of the phone conversation after that. Everything had become a blur. She was griping her steering wheel so hard it hurt, but she didn't care. The pain was nice even, she had felt so numb for the past week.
She still couldn't believe Christopher wanted her to have custody of Gigi. But more than that, she was upset he hadn't told her. Of course, they hadn't talked much lately. She didn't think he'd talked to Rory much either. But that's Christopher, gone one minute, around the next. At least that was Christopher, now he was just gone.
Lorelai began to cry as she thought this. Everytime Christopher came around she would tell herself she wouldn't be able to say goodbye when he left, but everytime she found the courage to anyways. But this was different. This was the last time.
Rory looked over at her mother, at the tears on her cheeks. She thought she should be crying as well, but she wasn't. Surely one should cry when they're going home from their father's funeral. Rory felt so guilty though, because the only thought she had was that this wouldn't change anything.