See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and summery

A/N: Back by popular demand (HONKHONKHONKHOOOOOOOONNNNNKKKKK I hope you were hearing trumpets like I was) Chapter 2 of my story! I'll try to do my long a/n's at the end of the chapter, because if you are anything like me, you scroll past all the inside jokes authors include to their reviewers since you don't understand them anyway. Thanks to all my reviewers, you are all beautiful people and you all gave me that warm fuzzy feeling. Love ya! This chapter is dedicated to LL Lover, my very first reviewer. Enjoy…

Chapter 2: The Morning After…

Lorelai shot up in bed, her breath coming out in a gasp. What the hell is that noise? OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW! My head! She felt like she was in a haze. For lack of a better word, she felt hazy. Foggy, Ha! Another word to describe how she felt. Too early! Head hurts! GAH! That noise! Oh my God! I'm not in my room!

For the second time that morning she gasped. Lorelai was definitely not in her room. It was dark. She sat still and let her eyes adjust and her head clear. It looked familiar…Luke's! I'm in Luke's apartment. I'm in Luke's bed. Where is Luke? Why do I keep saying Luke? With her eyes properly accustomed to the light she looked over to her side. Then she saw it; Luke was next to her in the bed! Luke was next to her in bed with his shirt off! She quickly ran her hands over her body. Thank God, she was fully clothed. But she was flannel-clad. Luke's flannel. This is not good. Definitely not good. Oh my God, did we… No, we couldn't have. Well, we very well could have but we didn't, right? Wait, what's the last thing I remember. Beer! I remember beer. Lots and lots of beer. Damn! She could have screamed. And she did.

Luke practically leapt out of bed when Lorelai screamed. He scrambled up from his position to face the direction of the scream. He saw Lorelai and tried to get up from the bed. Unfortunately, his feet got tangled in the sheets and he fell out of the bed with a thud. Lorelai rushed to lie across the bed to check on her strange bedfellow, but the sudden action made her head throb.

Luke, his feet still wrapped in his most recent foe, lay on the floor head in hands. If that seemingly piercing scream wasn't enough to make his head ache, the jump and the fall from the bed did him in.

"Luuuuuke," she groaned, "Are you ok?"

"Mmmmmm," he responded, and if Lorelai was in the mood, she would have made a reference to the monster on Young Frankenstein. But, she wasn't.

Luke managed to raise himself up slowly. Very slowly. He leaned his back against the bed and rested his head on the mattress. Lorelai rolled over on her back slowly. Very slowly. She placed her hands on her forehead and preceded rub her temples. Owwwww. Their heads were parallel to each other.

"We were in bed together," Luke managed, but it ended up sounding like a muffle groan.

"Yeah, kinda got that memo."

"Ow, keep your voice down. You are extremely shrill in the morning."

"I'll stop being shrill if you stop talking in my ear."

Both hangover victims stopped talking and held their head in their hands. After a few minutes, Luke decided that he had gained enough courage to ask the question that had haunted him since he realized that he was in bed with Lorelai. In fact, it was the only thing running through his brain, beside the obvious 'Ow, my head hurts,' and 'What the hell happened last night.'

"We were in bed together," he said again.

"Thanks Captain Obvious," Lorelai responded. She didn't mean for it to sound so harsh, but at lease Luke wouldn't be complaining that she was shrill.

"Did we…"

"I don't know," she said, exhaling as she spoke. Her response was breathy, in sharp contrast to Luke's part grumble, part scratchy morning voice. Is this his after-sex voice? Did I just think that out loud?

Luke sent a message to his hands to check his clothing situation. Pants, no shirt. "I don't have a shirt on."

"No you don't."

"Are you fully clothed?"

"Yeah, but I'm wearing sweat pants and a flannel shirt, which is definitely not the getup I had on for Sookie's wedding."

"Ah," he voiced. She's clothed and I'm half way clothed. This could either be very good or very bad. On the other hand, haven't you always wondered what it would be like with…STOP IT, DANES! Bad thoughts, very bad thoughts. I REALLY wish I remember what happened. "So we are wearing clothes, but we were in bed together."

"'Bout the same situation I found myself in when I woke up."

"Do you remember anything from last night?" he asked, accentuating anything, mentally flinching even though he didn't know how she was going to respond.

"Beer. Lots and lots of beer. Beer up the wazoo. Wait a minute; I remember starting off with an Irish coffee. Hey, you drank coffee!" she said too excitedly for her current hung-over state. Her arm reached up and pointed down and toward Luke's face that was somewhere near hers.

Great! That's what she remembers. I'm never going to live that one down. He turned his head and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Lorelai's finger pointed directly at his eye. Seeing that he did remember Lorelai pointing her finger at his face last night and remembered his threat, he bit it.

"OW! What did you do that for?" She rose, one hand holding her head, her injured finger being shook violently.

"I warned you. You could've poked my eye out."

I need to get up. Luke thought. I have a diner to run. The floor does feel good, though.

The silence that enveloped the apartment after the great finger injury was broken by the same noise that initially woke Lorelai up.

"GAH, What the hell is that? It sounds like a freakin' jackhammer!"

The noise sounded familiar to Luke, but in his haze, it took him awhile to identify it. When it came to him, he practically shouted, "JESS! Jess is snoring!" He had almost forgotten that Jess was there. He was amazed that he had slept through the scream and the rest of the morning commotion. And then a flash hit him:

He and Lorelai were stumbling up the stairs and into the apartment. She was singing 'Livin' on a Prayer' at the top of her lungs. Luke joined in on the chorus, the only part of the song he knew. He managed to fling the door open with Lorelai hanging on him. He was surprised to see Jess standing in his room, rubbing his head groggily. "Jeez, you think you could keep it down." Oh, come on Thess," Lorelai slurred, then giggled, "Haha, Thess." Luke began to laugh like 'Thess' was the funniest joke in the world. And just as suddenly as the flashback began, it ended.

"Hello, loud! And that goes for both of you."

Lorelai tried to ignore the throb that she had every time that noise came out of Jess, and laid back down. Suddenly, she was overcome by a brief glimpse into her and Luke's night:

She and Luke were sitting on the floor of the diner. Lorelai had taken off her stilettos long ago and was wearing Luke's flannel shirt over her dress since she had complained about the cold. Luke was in his white undershirt and jeans. They were both nursing a beer, slightly buzzed, but not quite to the drunk stage. "We should play a game," Lorelai announced. "Ah, jeez, can't we just drink our beers in peace." "No, we are going to play a game! Do you have cards?" Luke relented, and found the place behind the counter where he kept cards for a rainy day. They tried to play a few rounds of poker but found that they couldn't focus on the game for more than two seconds. "Do you have any board games? You know, Clue, Monopoly, Pretty Pretty Princess?" "I believe I know what a board game is and no I don't have any." Lorelai stuck out her bottom lip and made it quiver. Luke turned away with a look of disgust. "OOOOO, I know! Truth or Dare!" "No. We are not in junior high and we are not at a 'no boys allowed' slumber party." Lorelai raised her eyebrow, curious about his previous Truth or Dare experiences. "What? I do have a sister." Lorelai smiled and asked, "Truth or Dare?" Not feeling like doing anything physical, he responded "Truth." And the rousing game began.

Lorelai's thoughts were interrupted by a shrill buzz and ring combination. Both her and Luke groaned and Luke absently leaned, reached, and hit until he found the off button on his alarm. Lorelai heard Jess shift and grunt in the other room. At least he's not snoring.

Luke rose to his knees and pulled the string on his lamp. Time to get up.

"Ahhhhhh, light. Too early. Too bright!" Lorelai screeched

"We should really get up," Luke stated practically.

"But we are soooooo hung over," Lorelai whined.

"Really, because that slipped my mind. I'm going downstairs."

"Bring me back coffee."

"No."

"Please."

"No, I'm making us my hangover remedy. It won't taste good with coffee."

"Oh, trust me babe. Anything can taste good with coffee."

"Stay in bed, I'll be back."

Ten minutes later, Luke returned, two glasses of his sweet remedy in hand. He cursed the blender for the God-awful sound it made, but his concoction had been made. He walked in and Lorelai sat up with her back against the headboard. Luke took a seat next to her, handed her a glass, and took a sip of his own. Lorelai made a disgusted face.

"What the hell is in this?"

"Trust me, ignorance is bliss."

"Good enough. Bottoms up," she said with a smile. She plugged her nose and drained her glass.

"Well, I feel better already."

"Good to know. You should probably get home to Rory before the diner opens and people see that you spent the night here and get the wrong impression."

"I think that we would have to figure out what happened ourselves before we can say that anyone has the wrong impression." Lorelai froze in sudden realization.

"What?" Luke questioned, part of him hoping she had a revelation about the escapades of the night before.

"Oh…My…God…RORY! I left her all alone. I told her I would be home probably before she came home. Oh no, she doesn't know why Christopher is gone. I'm going to have to go home and tell her about Christopher. I had almost forgotten. She's probably so worried about me. I have to get home!"

Lorelai jumped up and pulled her things together as she unbuttoned the flannel. It seemed like she had either forgotten that Luke was in the room or didn't care. He looked away, out of respect. She slid the dress over her head and took off the sweat pants. Luke followed her downstairs, as she collected her stuff from around the diner. Always being one to multitask, she strapped on her stilettos as she checker her phone messages.

"Oh no, she called and left a worried message last night. I feel awful. I was so concerned about wallowing in my own self pity that I didn't even think to call her."

It was like Luke was tying to set a record of doing things that he would never do in his normal everyday life. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Lorelai in a comforting hug.

"Thanks. I needed that." For the first time that morning, she allowed herself to really look at Luke. He was no longer shirtless, but had slipped on a tight-fitting sweater, which accentuated his well toned body. Huh. Luke has muscles. Who knew? He looks kinda…nice. Whoa there. Lorelai needs to sleep more. Or get coffee in her system. Mmmmm, coffee.

"Do you think we will ever figure out what happened to us last night?" she asked tentatively.

"I think it will come to us eventually. I remembered going up to the apartment earlier this morning when I was on the floor."

"Do you honestly think we…uh…you know?"

"Honestly…no." I would've remembered something like having sex with Lorelai

"That's my gut feeling too."

They spent a few moments just staring and smiling, slightly relieved that they both didn't think that they had taken their friendship to a whole new level. Lorelai was the first to speak:

"Well, uh, I should go before Rory disowns me." She took a breath and added, "I want to thank you for last night. Well, the stuff I can remember anyway. I really needed a shoulder to cry on and a person to get drunk with. I don't think I have ever told you how much your friendship means to me, but, uh, its very important to me. So…thanks."

Luke smiled and was surprised when Lorelai hugged him.

"Your friendship means a lot to me too," he said in his low, gruff voice, as they let go, "Will I see you for breakfast?"

"Yeah," she smiled, "Save me some pancakes?"

"Sure. Hangover food?" he questioned, eyebrows raised. She nodded. "And coffee, I assume?"

"Well, you know what they say about people who assume…"

"What?"

"Well, they, uh, have large feet. Wait, no, wrong ending. I'll get back to you at breakfast."

He grinned at the woman before him, the only person who could have that effect on him. Weird. I never thought of that before.

"See you later, crazy lady." Just as she opened the door and the diner bells rang, he added, "And, don't worry about Rory. When you tell her about Christopher, she'll forgive and forget."

Lorelai smiled a 'thanks' and waved as she walked out into the dawn. The sun was just lighting her beloved town. Luke watched as she got in the Jeep and drove away. A strange, yet familiar feeling gripped his heart as he stared and waved, but he brushed it off, like he did thousands of times before.

A/N: Well, that's Chapter 2. I wanted to have Lorelai talk to Rory in this chapter, but I got a little carried away, as you can see. I just had a faint idea about where I wanted this chapter to go and when I started writing, this chapter came out. I hope you liked it. I loved everyone's reviews, you guys are so sweet. You guys encouraged me to write another chapter, and I did it all tonight. Don't be afraid to drop suggestions or criticism too. I won't bite. Your reviews were the highlight of my day, so don't be a stranger, and please drop by the review area.

So, I have an idea for another story, like I said in the last chapter, but I want to run it by you. It's set in Season 6. Lorelai is saddened by her rift with Rory, so Luke suggests that she take a trip to get away from all the constant reminders and let her think about how to mend her broken relationship. However, the story is going to start a little over two years in the future, with Lorelai coming back to Stars Hollow after being gone for a long time. It will be a mixture of the future (which will be the present, if that makes sense), and the past. Lorelai's trip will take her to Christopher's in Boston, where she tells him about what had been going on in his daughter's life. It is while she is in Boston, that she realizes that she is pregnant, but before she can tell Luke, he gets mad that she is at Christopher's house that they get into a fight and she loses her nerve. Lorelai drives across the country to Santa Barbra and finds Mia. She also severs her ties with Luke, except for a letter on his birthday, where she still doesn't mention the baby. When Lorelai returns to Stars Hollow, the baby is 1 ½. Wow, that's a long summery, lol. What do you think? A good or bad fanfic? I would appreciate your feedback. I think it's a Luke and Lorelai break-up w/ a kid story with a twist.

Tell me if you think I should keep going…