Title: Another Round
Chapter 11
Authors: This is a combined effort of two Fanfiction writers, myself, DarkAngl2025 and swimchic2.
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Pairings: Lorelai/Luke, Rory/Jess
Spoilers: Through the November 22nd episode.
A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Lorelai walked into the living room, "I got coffee too, and Luke is going to make a special dinner for us tonight. See dating diner man does have it's privileges. So what did you get?" Lorelai asked as she started putting the bags out on the coffee table. "Paul Anka, want a snack?" she called to the dog who was sleeping on Rory's bed. And then noticing Rory wasn't responding she asked, "what's wrong?"

Rory looked up at her confused. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking."

"About how the little man in the tv changes outfits so quickly?" Lorelai asked as she sat down next to Rory and began sifting through the bag of movies.

"Yeah, pretty much," Rory looked at the movies. "So what do you want to watch first?"

"Um..." Lorelai looked in the bag, "no 'cry me a river' movies? Ooh Fast and the Furious." Lorelai grinned big. "Paul Walker without a shirt, huh, huh, good choice there." Lorelai teased. She put the movie in and pressed play and then picked up the remote and pressed pause. "I know you've been away for awhile, but you do know you can tell me anything. I'm not going to get mad and go off the handle like well...before. No repeats of you leaving, I will do my best to be the cool, understanding mom." She paused, "so if there is something that you want to talk about or tell me or I don't know, whatever, I'm here." Lorelai said hoping Rory would say something.

"Jess and I are good," She said goofily. "Does it seem like deja vu, to you? Cause it certainly does to me. It's really weird. Really, very weird. I'm not really that sad over Logan, more like confused that he broke up with me, and kinda disappointed that I've yet to break up with a guy, but whatever..." She looked up at her mom. "And the rambling begins."

"Aww babe, I missed the rambling. And you have plenty of time to break up with boys." Lorelai said as she squeezed her daughters shoulder. "So, Jess. Really?" she smiled. "Still got a thing for bad boys?" she winked trying to be supportive.

"No. I don't have a thing for him. That would be absurd. We're just friends," Rory stated.

Lorelai nodded, "You know, if you wanted to maybe end up later on in the future...a lot later in the future, as...well more than friends, I suppose I could live with that." Lorelai said trying not to choke on the words, but to prove that she could be supportive.

Rory laughed. "It's okay mom, you don't have to fake it, really... feel free to hate him, just don't be mean to him in person, and i'm happy."

"No, really," Lorelai said, "if you're willing to be-friend him again, he must be different...so I can give him another chance to. Everyone deserves another chance right?" Lorelai asked her thinking back to that conversation they had so many moons ago where Rory had asked Lorelai to give him a chance.

"Yes, everyone does," Rory looked at her suspiciously.

"Okay good," Lorelai said as she went to the kitchen grabbed two spoons and walked back into the living room. "Shall we begin?" she asked handing Rory as spoon and holding the remote.

"We shall," Rory said, and popped the lid of the ice cream container. She lay back onto the couch and smiled over at her mom. It was just like old times.

Lorelai pressed play and leaned back to. She popped off the top of the container and dug her spoon in.

Over an hour passed in silence. They had devoured the ice cream within 15 minutes... and had moved on to chips. Rory now sat with a bowl of popcorn in one hand, and pickle in the other. She knew she was breaking a rule, but she reached over and paused the tv. "Don't pregnant women do these sorts of things?" She asked Lorelai.

Lorelai almost choked, "Please, tell me that this isn't your way of tying to tell me something!" She turned to Rory. "Okay, what's up?"

Rory leapt of the couch, spilling popcorn, as she yelled, "Ohmygosh! Mom, NO! I am soooo not pregnant! I was just wondering why I was eating so freakishly," She looked at her, "But now I remember, we ARE freaks."

"Well!" Lorelai yelled back, "I didn't know where you were going with that one." She clutched her chest, "Are you trying to do give me a heart attack?" Lorelai took a deep breath. "And we are not freaks, the rest of the world just does not appreciate proper eating."

"Sorry." Rory sat back down. She pushed the 'play' button, and continued eating her pickle. Seconds later she pressed the 'pause' button again. "What are we having for dinner?"

"I don't know." She said turning to her daughter, "have a craving for something?"

Rory shook her head. "No, not really." She started the movie again, waited a few seconds and stopped it. "Would buffalo wings be too difficult?"

Lorelai gave her a look, "Are you sure you're not pregnant. I cannot even remember a time that you ate buffalo wings."

"But I have had buffalo wings," Rory pouted. "I've had them." She pressed 'play' again.

"Ok." Lorelai said incredibly confused by Rory, "hand me the phone and I'll call Luke and tell him buffalo wings."

Rory paused the TV and pointed an accusing finger at Lorelai. "You just broke your own rule!" She exclaimed, and handed her the phone.

"You did it first with all the stopping and starting." Lorelai insisted as she dialed. "Plus this is an emergency, it involves food and that's in clause 2b."

Rory just looked at her.

"Hello?" Luke answered gruffly.

"Buffalo wings. We need buffalo wings," she looked over at Rory. "Lot's of buffalo wings."

Luke frowned. "Since when do you eat buffalo wings?"

"Ha!" Lorelai said to Rory while she continued to talk into the mouth piece, "I told you we don't eat buffalo wings." Lorelai paused, "Just get them and make them, apparently we eat them alot or a lot of them. Maybe you should bring home the whole buffalo just to make sure." Lorelai said.

"Whatever you say," Luke said with a nod. "I'll see you guys later, bye."

"Luke," Lorelai whined before he hung up, "Rory wants buffalo wings. Really." she paused, "can you make them for dinner? Thanks, I love you. Bye." Lorelai hung up before he could say anything. "Buffalo wings are taken care of," Lorelai told Rory.

"Thank you, and we so eat buffalo wings," Rory stated.

"Ok," Lorelai said thinking about it, "that time...in the place...with the thing...they had the...wait...no...those weren't buffalo wings, they were spare ribs."

"Oh, that time, yeah, those were ribs," Rory wrinkled her forehead. "What about that one time..." Rory trailed off. "We have so had buffalo wings! You'll see tonight!"

Lorelai looked skeptical, "Ok. If not after tonight we will have had buffalo wings. It'll be an adventure, because obviously if you had been here when you weren't we would have eaten buffalo wings at some point. So we are making up for lost time."

"Yeah, obviously we would have had them. So we'll have them now...and maybe then we'll remember the other time we had them," Rory agreed.

Lorelai laughed. "Yup. So, roll 'em?"

"The movie?" Rory asked. "Roll the movie, or the buffalo wings?"

"Martin would be so disappointed, has he taught you nothing?" Lorelai quipped, "Can you roll buffalo wings? Are they round?"

"Uh... I don't know..." Rory shrugged. "Next you're going to ask if they come from a real buffalo, right?"

Lorelai gasped. "They aren't? Next you're going to tell me the Easter Bunny isn't really a bunny."

"Uh, of course he's a bunny! If he was a horse they would call him the 'Easter Horse'," Rory said, logically.

Lorelai wiped her brow, "phew, I was so afraid you were going to tell me it's a horse in the bunny costume."

"That would be as ridiculous as the Tooth Fairy really being a cavity in her costume," She stated.

Lorelai looked confused, "What does a cavity have to do with the tooth fairy? She isn't a tooth, she's a fairy...who collects teeth. Hadn't she ever heard of stamps or coins or those stupid thimble things?"

"Or dolls, or feathers, or rubberbands, or candybars," Rory continued.

"Who collects candy bars?" Lorelai asked, "I mean, if I were to collect candy bars, I would eat them, and all would be left would be the wrappers, and the trash men already collect those."

Rory laughed. "Maybe people collect it like wine, by expiration date."

Lorelai laughed and made a mock wealthy stuck-up voice, "Well, Mrs. Miffy, we have this lovely candy bar for you, aged forty-two years. The price? Well darling, it's only $700. Shall I charge it to your account?"

"It's only 42 years old? Are you kidding me? Find me one that's at least 65 years, golly gee. And it must be more than a thousand dollars to really be a catch," Rory mocked.

"Well we have one flying in from Switzerland, and you know the Swiss are famous for their old chocolate...but we don't know what kind of shape it's going to be in. It was burned in Paris...during the Great fire, because of that Napoleon fellow." Lorelai continued to play along.

"Oh dear, that fellow was certainly never up to any good, I hope he got sunburnt on that island they sent him off too, and I really hope the chocolate is jolly good, cheerio," Rory said with a grin.

Lorelai laughed, "I missed you!"

"And I missed you too, now where is my chocolate?" Rory joked.

"Um...under the couch." Lorelai suggested.

"Eww, Paul Anka must have slobbered on it," Rory frowned.

"He doesn't slobber." Lorelai insisted. "He sniffs, and licks, and chews. But no slobbering."

"You trained him not to? Does he talk too?" Rory asked skeptically.

"Of course he talks, who do you think I've talked to for the past few months?" Lorelai asked, "he just doesn't talk around other people, he's really shy."

"Ohh, I got it," Rory nodded. "Maybe he doesn't like me...it's cause I stole his bed back, huh?"

"Well yes, but don't tell him you heard that from me." Lorelai said in her best spy voice.

"I'm here with your buffalo wings," Luke announced, as he walked in the door, Rory jumping at the sound of his voice.