DISCLAIMER: Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Thank you for those of you who have reviewed, this chapter... it's dedicated to you!
I'm not so happy with the Luke and Lorelai parts, wish is basically all of it, so that means I'm not happy with most of it. Just give it a shot, I can promise the next one will be better, or at least I hope it is for you guys! And uh, the transitions are a little odd, it switches from LL to Rory, and I'm not sure if I'll do much on Luke after this, I only wanted to answer a few of your questions.
-Killing Me-
Luke remembered just how scared she had been. How she clung to his flannel shirt and sobbed into his chest. How she begged that she wouldn't be alone this time, not again. And he held her, delicately stroking her hair and caressing her smooth skin, hoping he could dry her tears. Hoping that he could make her believe that, unlike Christopher, he wasn't going anywhere. Ironically enough, it was her who had gone, and left him utterly alone.
Her body was numb, her face tear stained with a gentle pout written across her mouth. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she laid sprawled across the couch, wishing that none of this were true, that it wasn't really happening. She didn't know how to tell Luke, how to tell him that all the plans would change, all the dreams would be ruined. How she had done it again. How she had messed up everything, just when it had started to seem right. She just didn't know how to break his heart.
One epidemic.
"Luke," she breathed hastily, as she attempted to shove the contents of her hands under the blanket on her lap.
Luke approached her slowly, lifting her chin with his hand, so that he could get a glimpse into her beautiful blue eyes. But they were dark and stormy, washed out from the tears he knew had already been shed. She tried to turn away, but he held her still, wanting to look further into her gaze.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"For what?" he asked, brushing a dark strand of hair from her face. She shook her head as she let it hang fighting back the tears. "For what?" he asked again.
Her hand gently slid under the blanket, pulling out a used pregnancy test, "For this."
It's killing me, I can see it going down.
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Rory pressed her head against the chilly window as the bus sped along a desolate highway. Her cold eyes searched the road, toying with the patterns of the painted lines, trying to focus on something other than the thoughts racing through her mind. Yet, no matter how many times she turned her attention to the icy rain playing rhythms on the roof, she continued to think of everything she was trying so desperately to escape.
You've already been lost, too late to be found.
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Luke had held her the entire night, partially for her, but more so for himself. He needed Lorelai, and he needed her to know that he cared, that they were in it together. He needed her to stay, and the only way he knew to insure that, was to be her support, to catch her when she fell. It was only Luke who knew, that when she fell, he didn't catch her, he just fell along side her.
Luke smiled as he watched Lorelai's eyes gently flicker open.
"Hey," she whispered, furrowing her brow and looking around the room. "We're in the living room?"
He nodded. "You fell asleep in my lap, and I couldn't bare to move you." he teased, his lips curling into a smile.
Lorelai put her hand to her heart and gasped, "Are you calling me fat?"
"No, no, no! I wasn't calling you fat!" She smiled, noticing the haste in his voice.
"It's fine," she whispered soothingly, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips.
"Mmm, that was fine," he groaned back. She giggled and slowly settled back onto the couch, tenderly rubbing her heavy eyes with her hand. "It's okay you know," Luke said, breaking the silence.
She stopped and turned her head to his, silently thanking whoever had so graciously given Luke to her, "What's okay?" Lorelai asked, her question was gentle, and the answer already known, but ease was all that was needed in this situation.
"You know..." he gestured towards her stomach, "it's okay."
Is it coming? I cannot really tell.
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Rory's stomach churned as she stepped slowly into the darkened hotel room. Everything, no matter what pattern or style, screamed Lorelai. The sheets of her mother's day as a maid, the fake flowers of her nastily brown thumb, and the floral patterned curtains were sickeningly similar to those found in the so called 'quaint' bed and breakfast the two had stayed in after the Max fiasco. Now, in a fiasco of her own, Rory was running. Running like Lorelai had, like Rory had seen her do so many times before. She was running from the pain, from the hurt, from the fear, yet just as she had seen with her mother, the things she was leaving behind, had a funny way of catching up to her.
It's killing me to know that you already fell.
Rory roughly swallowed the five pills that rolled in her palm. It had become routine, something she could control, which gave power and meaning to her otherwise helpless life. Taking a gulp of water she collapsed on the bed, closing her eyes before quickly unfolding a crumpled note she held in her hand.
Baby names. Lorelai's baby names.
Tears mixed with the dark blue ink loosely scribbled on the paper as they dripped down from Rory's chin. There, so uniformly written by the number three stood the one name that hurt the most.
1. Avairy Franchesca
2. Trainer Drake
3. Isabelle Rory
4. Bella Kelsey
5. William Richard
Her name. After all, she was Lorelai's baby.
EL FIN
I know, a little short, sorry, I didn't even make it three pages, but it goes out with a bang, right?