One Less Mistake
Summary: What if Lorelai hadn't gotten pregnant until she was 20? What if she had agreed to marry Christopher when she did? AU.
Pairings: Rory/Dean, Lor/Chris
Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB
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"Good morning," Topher said as Rory sat up in the other bed. They had gotten the last available room, and, luckily, didn't have to pay until they left. The Hadens were fairly rich, but they didn't spoil their children by giving them their own credit cards.
"Happy Boxing Day," Rory replied.
"Boxing Day? What is Boxing Day?"
"The day after Christmas. It says so on all the calendars."
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Lorelai woke up in a very familiar position; huddled under the covers in Chris' arms. She'd lived for over seventeen years taking that position for granted, and it had never made her happier than it did just then, in spite of her hangover. "Good morning," Chris whispered in her ear.
"Happy Boxing Day," she replied.
"Boxing Day? What is Boxing Day?"
"The day after Christmas. Just look on the calendar," she rolled over to face him. "Hey," she whispered.
"Hey."
"So, you woke up this morning...upset about last night?" she asked.
"No."
"Regretting last night?"
"No."
"Excited and hoping for a repeat of last night?"
"I can answer that, but first I have a question for you."
"Okay."
"It's a big question to ask before coffee, especially with a hangover."
"I'll have to answer it anyways, so I might as well do it now."
"Okay. Why did you leave?"
"I had everything I wanted. I wanted to want again. Then I thought I wanted Luke, but I didn't really know what it meant to want until everything caught up to me, and I realized how much I wanted my life back. But Chris, wanting hurts. I don't ever want to want again."
"Okay."
"Is that a bad answer?"
"Is it true?"
"Yes."
"And you won't do something like that again?"
"No, never."
"Then it's the perfect answer."
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Rory and Topher went to a little café for breakfast. Between them, they had enough money for two coffees, and nothing else. "Rory Haden," an appraising voice said behind them. Brother and sister jumped and turned to face it.
"Oh, I know you!" Rory cried excited. "You told me your name. You're going to Yale."
"Logan. Who's the guy?"
"My brother, Topher. Topher, this is Logan."
"Nice to meet you. I'm considering Yale, I won't need to decide for three years, but I'm thinking about it." Topher offered.
"Are all Hadens this interested in Ivy League colleges, or just you two."
"Dad graduated from Princeton, and Mom went for three years, but then she took a year off to take care of me after I was born, and did her final year at Yale, because it was closer to Hartford. We're the only Hadens that haven't been to college yet." Rory explained.
"Ah. Do you want something to eat? My treat?"
"Our savior," Topher replied dryly.
"Thanks," Rory added.