Disclaimer-- I don't own them, just wish I was Lorelai's best friend!
Summary: A series of events that feature Lorelai falling off of something. You can tell which season eachchapter is in by Rory's age... I will mention it somewhere in the first paragraph. Happy Reading!
One- The Roof.
It had been a relatively quiet day in the Hollow. Birds sang little tunes, chirping and fluttering about, and Taylor Doose had been shanghaiing people into buying his ice cream all afternoon. Other then that Luke Danes had been having a very relaxing day. There were a few customers in the diner, but nothing major like the 6am crowd or during lunch hour. He looked up to see a seventeen year old girl running across the street frantically. It was none other then Rory Gilmore. Must be on a caffeine withdrawal, he thought as she practically ripped down the door to get inside. The bells over the door didn't even know how to react, so they just went mad, emitting numerous clashing sounds.
Luke was about to laugh, but as the angelic girl got closer, the look of terror her features had taken on reserved him. She stumbled up to the counter, heaving in an ever so delicate way from all the running.
"Rory, what is the matter?" He asked, dropping the infamous counter cleaning rag.
"Mom- gutters- roof- fall-" She said in-between huge gasps.
"What?" He asked, frantically trying to search out the gist.
Once she had calmed her breathing a bit, she looked up at him, piercing blue eyes swimming, "Mom fell of the roof!" She finally exclaimed.
"What?" He practically shouted.
"Come on!" She exclaimed, grabbing the flannel and dragging him around the counter, out the door, down the steps, across the street, down the street and finally to the crap shack.
Luke stopped in his tracks when he saw her. Lorelai Victoria Gilmore was lying motionless in the front yard, not moving, which, in fact, is the very definition of the word 'motionless'.
"Rory, call an ambulance." He said. Rory flew into the house immediately. Luke approached Lorelai slowly and to his surprise she was somewhat awake. "Lorelai?" He asked gently, crouching down next to her.
"Luke?" She groaned, attempting to sit up.
"No, don't move." He said.
"I fell off the roof." Ignoring him, she sat up and rubbed her ankle, then her head.
He stifled a relieved laugh, "Yeah, I know. The ambulance will be here any minute."
"Cool hand, do not laugh at me. Given my current situation I believe that it is totally uncalled for." She scolded, "I was only trying to clean the gutters, and if you had done it I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.
"Your right, I'm sorry." Luke chuckled as Rory bounded down the steps and back outside.
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