AN: This is it everyone. A double-almost triple parter. Grande finale. Enjoy.

-s-

It was eight in the morning, when Lorelai stirred to a wake. She groaned as she glanced at the clock, realizing it was much to early to be awake, but still too late to go back to sleep. She flops onto her side and fixes her eyes on the closet. To go or not to go. She weighs her options carefully.

She goes, it's awkward, but Rory's right, he couldn't really throw her out. But would it be disrespectful to go? Maybe she should just stay away.

She doesn't go and maybe misses an opportunity to get back on track? And, as a wise lady once told her, always leave them wanting more. Don't show your hand too early. Did this logic even apply here?

So she doesn't go, would Luke care? Notice? Well he'd notice, but care? That is the question.

"Enough Hamlet." Saying Hamlet reminds Lorelai that she's hungry and a nice fluffy ham omelet comes to mind.

So the decision is made. She gets out of bed and heads towards the closet. She was going to show her hand, and get an omelet in the process. Win/win.

She descends the stairs to the smell of coffee. For a second, her stomach drops. Then she hears Rory humming.

"Is that Backstreet Boys?" Lorelai startles Rory and she jumps, turning towards her mother, snapping quickly, "No!"

Lorelai smiles. "It sounded like a Backstreet Boys song to me."

Rory pours her coffee and sits at the table, trying to be casual. "No, it was The Editors."

Lorelai strolls to the coffee maker, "So do The Editor's also want it that way?"

"I heard Hootie and the Blowfish coming from your room last night!" Rory quickly accuses.

Lorelai's hand flies to her chest. "I have never-"

"Truce?" Rory offers.

"Yeah okay." Lorelai pours her coffee and joins Rory at the table. "Hootie's so underrated." She grumbles and Rory smiles.

"So you're in a good mood this morning."

"Well, good, not great. I'm going to do it."

"It?"

"Climb the mountains, stare into the face of death, show my hand," Rory looks confused. Lorelai finishes emphasizing the unspoken meaning, "Go."

Rory smiles. "Really?"

"Yeah, I figured I should mount the horse, stop doing the cowboy thing-"

"Okay, enough with the metaphors." Rory pauses, "Wait, the cowboy thing?"

"Yeah you know when cowboys do the stand-off thing and they walk with their backs to each other and then spin around and do the draw. I feel like that's what going on here, but no one's turning around, and then they'll never be a draw."

"Been thinking a lot about this have you?"

"All morning." Lorelai confesses. "I woke up two hours ago. I've been up there trying to find something to wear, and amidst all the clothes changing, I went into large spells of reflection."

"Well I'm glad you decided to go."

"Yeah. I just hope it's not too early to be all in his grill." Lorelai smiles proudly at her pun.

"How long have you been waiting to say that?"

"Since I decided to go the Bridget Jones way."

"Big undies?"

"The ugly purple ones with the elastic that's coming undone."

Rory makes a disgusted face. "Aw Mom, I thought you threw those out years ago!"

"They're so cozy, we just couldn't part! And plus, Francine kept calling out to me when I started to trash her."

"Francine?"

"I named her after that traumatizing day in '95."

"Do I want to know?"

"Nope." Lorelai grins mischievously.

Rory scrunches up her face, willing all Francine scenarios to leave the building. "Well after today, Francine goes!"

"But-"

"No buts. Francine and all memories there of, go!"

"Can't promise the memory thing, that one's burned in."

"Mom!"

"You are no fun."

-s-

"How are you feeling?" Rory and Lorelai stand on the opposite side of the town square staring into the windows of their destination. Squinting, they could see Luke leaning against the counter and Liz running around taking orders.

"A little nervous, anxious, hungry."

"Well it looks like Liz is hanging around to help Luke out."

"An eye for an eye."

"Huh?"

"Last summer."

"Oh yeah."

"Maybe I should lend Luke some of my waiters for a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Does it seem too girlfriendy? I don't want to come off the wrong way. I just think it would help him out."

"And it would be a nice gesture of friendship."

"Yeah, that too."

"Hey, friendship is better than no ship."

"Yeah."

"So you ready?"

"I guess so. Don't abandon me."

"After that church stoop incident?"

"I came back and picked you up! Your father didn't buy the kidnapped plot." Rory smiles. Lorelai takes a deep breath. She wraps her arm around Rory, and squeezes. "Let's go."

"Let's."

They slowly approach the diner. "Be cool."

"I am the essence of cool."

And the bell rings above the door. Luke looks up, but doesn't seem surprised. He offers them, (especially Rory, Lorelai dully notes), a small smile. Rory leads the way to the counter. Lorelai follows, a bit tamely.

"Hey Luke!"

"Hey Rory." His gaze shifts to Lorelai who is seeking refuge in his foot, the tiles, a fork that had fallen to the floor. Preparing herself for a cold shoulder.

She looks up from the cast and realizes that they are both looking at her. Luke, with intense curiosity and Rory, humorously. "Broken huh?" She finally breaks the uneasy silence.

Luke awkwardly nods. "Yep."

"You okay to be standing down here? Shouldn't you get a stool or something?" Lorelai offers a smile, hoping to clear the air a bit, one more touch of an apology that has resounded off of his ears over and over again.

He returns the smile, and then waves his hand, gruffly stating, "I'm fine. No big deal. Liz is doing most of the footwork anyway."

Lorelai nods and Rory motions to a table. "Let's go sit!"

Lorelai nods as Rory starts to walk off, and she turns back to Luke. "You okay?"

Luke motions to his foot, "Yeah it'll be fine in a few weeks."

She eyes him curiously. Gauging his somewhat friendly attitude. Well Luke is never friendly, per say, but he did seem a little less gruff than she expected. "No I mean, with us, me. Here. Is this okay?"

Luke nods his head, lips pursed together, realizing. "It's okay."

Lorelai smiles and goes to the table. Luke sighs and watches her to her table. He limps to the coffee maker, using the counter as support.

Liz approaches the table smiling. "Rory! Lorelai! You guys came!"

Lorelai smiles thankfully to Liz and Rory nods, "Of course. We couldn't live without this coffee."

Lorelai smiles, again relieved by the Dane's reactions. "So how are you doing Liz?"

"Pretty good. It's been years since I've been a waitress! I forgot how much work it is!"

Lorelai and Rory smile.

"So what would you ladies want?"

Lorelai starts, "Two coffees, ham omelet, side of bacon, side of fries."

Rory follows up, "Four pancakes, sausage, and extra syrup."

"Coming right up!" Liz turns and goes to the counter; Luke has two cups of coffee waiting. "You're good."

Luke grunts, "Doesn't take a genius."

"So…"

"So?"

"She's here."

"Yeah so."

"Good sign."

"Don't read anything into it."

"Just saying…"

"Take the coffee."

"Okay, okay!"

Luke limps to the other side of the counter and sits on a stool. Sighing.

Liz returns to the table with the coffees.

"Great service." Rory cheerfully states.

Liz smiles.

Lorelai leans into Liz, her tone hushed, "So how long are you going to be able to stick around here?"

"I don't really know. I need to get back next weekend for Ren Faire stuff, but I don't want Luke to feel like he has to do stuff. You know him; he won't really accept injury easily. I had to force myself into this apron." Liz smiles.

"Well I have a few waiters that are always looking for extra shifts, I could send them this way if you want."

Liz smiles, "That would help out a lot Lorelai."

"But you'll have to work on Luke. I don't really have much persuasive powers anymore." She smiles sadly.

Liz nods. "That I can do. I know his pain killer schedule." She grins mischievously.

Lorelai smiles. "I'll get them to come by sometime tomorrow."

"Thanks Lorelai."

"No problem. But hey Liz?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to tell Luke they're from the Dragonfly. I don't want him to put him in an awkward situation."

Liz smiles and nods understandingly. She motions zipping her mouth shut and walks

away.

Rory smiles at her mom. "I like her."

"Yeah she's nice." Lorelai smiles sadly, as her gaze shifts momentarily to Luke who is sitting on the stool, sifting through receipts.

"So it's going okay. Still happy you came?"

Lorelai smiles at her daughter, "Yeah. It was a good idea."

Rory follows her mom's glances, noticing Luke on the stool. "Poor Luke. He must hate being out of commission."

"Yeah. I give him a week before he rips the cast off and returns to business as usual Luke."

"So he was pretty friendly to you."

"Yeah." Lorelai leans in, "I'm a little perplexed."

"Perplexed?"

"I was flipping through your old SAT book and found it. Good word. I vowed to use it more often."

"Okay, continue."

"He seems a little too pleasant."

"Painkillers?"

"Maybe. I thought for sure that he'd give me the cold shoulder. I mean yesterday, our conversation, it wasn't pretty."

"Well this is good."

"Yeah." Lorelai nods and glances back at Luke; he is looking at her, but quickly diverts his eyes. "Yeah." She repeats, a little less convinced.

-s-

They finish the last bit of their coffee and Lorelai walks up to the counter, check in hand. Liz stands behind the cash register and Lorelai glances over to where Luke is sitting, she meets his eyes and looks away quickly. Liz hands her the change and sidetracked, Lorelai misjudges her purse, and it splashes to the floor.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Liz comes around to the other side of the counter to help Lorelai pick up the change.

"Oh it's my fault! I'll get it." Flustered, Lorelai sees Luke starting to get up and she looks up at him. "No, you don't have to get up. We got it." She smiles, embarrassed.

Luke nods, and raises an eyebrow amused. He remains seated. Liz hands her the change and Lorelai places it in her purse. "Sorry about that." Liz smiles and Lorelai spots another glimmering spot over near Luke. She glances to it, and almost decides to leave it, but Luke has followed her eyes, and sees it as well. Leaving it now would be a silly idea, perhaps giving off the wrong impression, Lorelai decides. So she walks over, nervously glancing at Luke's face. She slides her foot under his stool and slides the wayward coin to open floor.

She bends down, and grabs the coin, awkwardly showing Luke. She turns to leave and Luke grabs her wrist. Surprised, she looks up at his face, he looks a little nervous she notes. She looks at him questionably, and notices his thumb grazing back and forth on her forearm.

"Come back, okay?"

All she can do is nod, barely keeping the tears of relief at bay, turning and walking out of the diner.

-s-

There's a black tinted sunset, with the prettiest of skies. Lorelai and Sookie sit on the porch of The Dragonfly, sipping wine, staring into the sky.

"So you think you're going to go?"

Lorelai tears her gaze from the sky and rubs her finger around the rim of her glass. "I guess so. I just don't really understand why he's being so nice."

"Maybe he just needed to sleep on it. Maybe he feels bad for being so dismissive to your apologies yesterday."

"Yeah." She sighs. "Rory thought it could be the painkillers."

Sookie laughs, "Or that."

Lorelai grins. "Aaron and Tim are going there tomorrow. Going to see if Luke needs some help."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I told Liz. I think she's going to try and convince Luke to let them help for a few weeks."

"Good luck to Liz." Sookie looks over to Lorelai. "Is she going to tell him they're from here?"

Lorelai grins sadly, "I told Liz to, if possible, leave that little fact out. I just don't want him thinking he owes me anything, or thinking that it's just me feeling bad for all that's happened."

"Yeah." Lorelai looks back at the sky as the sun makes its final bow into the trees. Sookie continues, breaking the silence, "So…"

"So?"

"You want me to go with you tomorrow?"

Lorelai ponders this. "Maybe."

"Just let me know."

"Thanks Sook."

-s-

"Order up!" Liz runs to the counter and grabs the plates. The diner is crowded and she's struggling to keep up with the endless cycle of customers. Luke is helping customers at the counter.

Tim and Aaron walk into Luke's and look around. They see Liz running around and approach her as she leaves a table.

"Liz?"

"Yeah?"

The taller one leans in, speaking lowly, "We're from The Dragonfly."

Liz smiles. "Oh. Good, good."

"I'm Tim, this is Aaron."

"Hi."

Liz conspiratorially speaks a little louder as they approach the counter. "So you guys just dropped in to see if we are temporarily hiring?" Luke looks on suspiciously. "I'll have to talk to the boss, but your assistance may be needed." Liz looks over to Luke who meets her with a glare. Liz smiles innocently.

"Can you guys take over for a few minutes?"

Luke starts to protest but the two young men jump into action and Liz takes Luke's arm guiding him into the storage room. She shuts the door.

"What the hell are you doing?'

"They can handle it."

"How do you know? They could be thieves for all we know. We'll go back out to an empty cash register and a diner full of angry customers."

Liz grins. "They aren't thieves."

"How do you know?"

"You sort of develop a sixth sense with these things after you've been ripped off by six or seven guys."

Luke rolls his eyes. "Well we don't need their assistance. We have everything under control. I'll be back to normal in a few days."

It's Liz's turn to roll her eyes. "A few weeks Luke. And I as much as I love you and would love to help, I can't stay here too much longer. You're going to need someone to help you."

Luke puts his hands on his hips and sighs in defeat. "So these guys just came in off of the street?"

Liz smiles, "Yep. And they only want something temporary."

"That seems a little too convenient don't you think?" Luke eyes her suspiciously.

"Pure coincidence."

Luke sighs again motioning to his foot. "Guess a little extra help won't hurt." He pauses and looks at Liz. "How do we ever know if these guys can wait tables?"

Liz walks towards the door, opening it, motioning to the calm, smoothly running diner. "That was one hell of an audition don't you think?"

Luke looks impressed and she knows she won.

-s-

Lorelai walks up to the diner and through the window sees Aaron waiting a table. She smiles. She walks through the door, and Luke looks up at her. She smiles tentatively, and he nods to her. She walks to a table and sits. She's barely in her seat when Aaron approaches her table.

"Hi Ms. Gilmore."

Lorelai gives him a stern look. "Shh."

Aaron immediately shoots her an apologetic glance. "Sorry." He clears his throat. "So, what will you have ma'am?"

Lorelai smiles nervously to him, "I've barely sat down sir. Can I have a minute?" She speaks quietly, and trying to advert suspicion.

Aaron closes his eyes, and probably would hit his forehead in realizing his stupidity, but his hands are currently holding two plates. "Yeah, yeah, sorry ma'am."

"And shouldn't you deliver those plates first?"

"Gosh, I'm sorry Ms.- ma'am." He leans into her, wincing, "I don't usually do this I promise."

"I know Aaron. Now go!"

He scurries off and Lorelai flashes a smile at Luke who had obviously seen the interaction. From his face, she deduced he had not heard.

Aaron returns to the counter and Luke hands him a cup of coffee. He looks on confused. "What's this for?"

Luke looks at him questionably, "Didn't that lady just order coffee?"

Aaron looks at him blankly. Lorelai jumps up and grabs the cup from Luke. "I did. Thank you." She flashes him a smile and Aaron grimaces.

"Yeah, she did. Sorry about that. Momentary lapse of memory." He explains and Lorelai smiles innocently. Luke looks suspicious but seems to accept the explanation.

He shakes his head, "Okay."

Lorelai takes a sip from the coffee and immediately pulls the cup away. "Ow!"

Luke immediately turns to her, "You okay?"

Her burnt tongue remains between her teeth, seeking out cooling air. "Yeah, just burnt my tongue."

Luke gives her a small smile and she returns to her table.

The rest of Lorelai's first official post-break-up-return-to-the-diner-alone excursion went okay. She had waved 'bye' to Luke, who returned the gesture. She leaves feeling a small semblance of normalcy returning to her and Luke's friendship. Key word: friendship. She sighs remembering that friendship is better than no ship, and continues her walk back to the inn.

-s-

It had been four days since Tim and Aaron had began working at Luke's. She had gone in everyday, sipping her coffee, exchanging a few standard "Hi"s and "How's your day going?"s with Luke. No mention, or even reference to the events past that clouded her memory everyday. She was glad that Luke had at least accepted her friendship, but couldn't help but blame herself daily for the fact that friendship was all he seemed to be accepting from her these days.

She was rounding off her daily cup of coffee, when she noticed Luke staring at her. She had caught him doing this before, everyday actually, but he usually looked away when she noticed. But today, he held her glance, and she was sure that her heart skipped a beat.

She rose from her seat, trying to ignore his gaze, writing it off as something stuck between her teeth, or worse, toilet paper on the bottom of her shoe. She checked her shoe just to be sure. But there was nothing. So she continued her journey to the cash register and he started moving towards it, ushering Tim towards table five who "needed refills".

He looked at her, who was desperately trying to mask her hopefulness. She looked back at him curiously.

"Thank you."

His voice caught her off-guard. It was more than his usual friendly-tone. It seemed sincere and, dare she think, sweet.

"For what?"

He smiles at her and she can't feel her knees. She subtly leans on a stool.

"For lending me Tim and Aaron."

She's surprised, and he smiles again.

"What?"

"Oh, I figured it out. Everytime you were in here they were tripping over themselves to impress you." He rolls his eyes playfully, "And I swear I heard them call you Ms. Gilmore a couple of times."

Lorelai winces, embarrassed. "Sorry."

Luke surprises her and covers her hand with his. "No it's okay. Thank you." Her breath catches in her throat. "I needed the help." He pauses again finding her eyes. "I can be sort-of stubborn from time to time."

She smiles weakly, feeling a rush and push of tears, holding them back desperately. "Oh."

"And I'm sorry about that. Being so stubborn." He squeezes her hand at the word, reassuring her of his intentions.

And she over the edge. Realization, and she finally allows herself to understand the true weight of his words, and a tear slips onto her cheek. She's paralyzed and numb with shock. The only word that slips through her lips is once again, "Oh."

He smiles and leans in and kisses her cheek. She closes her eyes, and another tear escapes.

He leans into her ear nervously. "Can we, maybe, try the talking thing again?"

She turns a places a small, reassuring kiss on his jaw. "I'd like that."

The End.

AN: I wanted to give you guys some huge gesture for your patience, but couldn't bring myself to do it. In the real show you got your big romantic kiss, and I didn't want to ruin this moment by writing anything more than necessary.

Well I hoped you enjoyed my first official series back to writing fanfic. In a small self-preserving manner, I didn't want to mention this earlier, but I've only been writing screenplays for the last four years. And as I'm sure most of you know, that's a completely different horse. Not a whole lot of inner-monologues and usually leaving a lot of details for actor interpretation. Simply put, only writing what you see. So I wrote this series as an initiation piece back into ff. Thanks for reading, and please let me know what you think!

Also, I would feel dirty not mentioning my lovely, patient readers and reviewers.

I had to do the shout-outs! Sorry those who don't care. (I waited for the last chapter, so you can just skip it if you want!) I feel a strong desire to thank those who helped me through the tough times. Quotes included as my official thoughts to you as individuals and wonderful people. I love you all dearly.

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