A/N: This takes place abouttwo days after Chip has died. There is a short flashback that I forgot to add in the last chapter. A little of it will be his memorial service and the bulk of it will be...well you'll see. Enjoy guys and keep the reviews coming. I like to see your reactions to what I have going on.

Chapter 29: In a Flash of Anger

Lorelai rolled over in her bed reaching for the husband that wasn't there. They were still fighting. She had never forgiven him for putting Christian on the ventilator. She hadn't even spoken to him since their second argument at the hospital after the nurse to the baby away to be prepared for burial.

"He's gone. My baby's gone," Lorelai cried. In a moment of pain and greif she forgets her anger towards Luke and clings to him. "He's gone. He's gone. He's gone."

"Shh, it's ok Lorelai. It's ok. I'm here. Your knight is here," Luke whispered rubbing her back and letting her cry on his shoulder. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Shh."

Suddenly Lorelai shoves Luke away. The reason in her head why her son is gone replays in her head. It was his fault.

"You promised! You promised me that you wouldn't let them put him on a machine! This is your fault! If you hadn't let them put him on that damn machine Christian would still be here! This is all your fault!" she screams.

"Lorelai don't do this please. I'm hurting just as much as you are," he counterd. "He was my son too. Please."

"No! This is your fault! You killed Christian! I told you! I told you I didn't want him put on a machine. I told you! You heard me say it not once but several times. You promised! You promised."

She pounds her fists into his chest reapeating it over and over. Luke encases her in his arms and together they cry over the loss of their son. And that was the last time he held her. When they got home, she stormed into their room and slammed the door shut.

It was an icy day in the Danes-Gilmore house the morning of Christian's memorial service. Just like their wedding the entire town came out for support. Luke and Lorelai were very cautious around each other. Rory knew that her parents' were fighting. She knew because she had seen her father asleep on the couch last night when she got up for some water. It broke her heart to know that she was leaving them to deal with the loss of Christian alone.

Thank God for Marty though. He was on the next plane to Hartford after Rory called to tell him that Chip was gone. Rory got him a room at the Inn so he wouldn't have to be in the icy home that was hers. Rory was the firrst to leave for the service. She was going to pick up Marty and go together. once Lorelai heard her daughter leave, she actually spoke to Luke for the first time in two days.

"We can't let the town know that we're fighting," she said. "We should at least put on a façade that we are all right. Even though you know we're far from it."

"Whatever you want, Lorelai. I love you, please remember that," he said, wanting to break the wall she had built up towrds him.

The service was somber. Tears were shed, fod memories were shared and the parents of the child clung together. Rory knew that it was all a mask. She knew that they were just acting. Holding her baby sistershe whispered goodbye. In a moment the tiny casket would be lowered into the gorund next to Avery, William and Louie Danes. A life taken too soon. A life that was supposed to bea starting pitcher for the Yankees, a life that was supposed to go to Chilton and do all the things that his father hadn't been able to do.

The Danes-Gilmore home had never been cleaner than in those days after Christian's service. Lorelai had gone cleaning crazy and everything was fair game. She started in the twin's room. She took apart Christian's crib and packed into a box all of his clothes, toys, blankets. Next she threw in all the pictures of him and Audrey. Audrey was going to be an only child. She would have no memory of her twin and Lorelai planned to keep it that way. She set the box of his things by the front door to be put in the garage so it could be out of the house and out of her mind.

Lorelai tackled her and Luke's room next. She got rid of things she never wore and packed them away. Lorelai mopped, dusted, swept, everything she could think of to keep herself from wallowing in the loss of her son. It was two days later in the living room was when Luke chose to try to get her to open up to him again. She was busy dusting the living room. Luke followed her around.

"Lorelai, talk to me! Yell at me! Talk to me!"

"I have nothing to say to you," she said coldly, as she movedanother lamp to clean under it.

"I'm sorry. Lorelai, I'm sorry! What else do you want me to say? I made the wrong choice. It wasn't the wrong one when I made it but I know that it was. Please, Lorelai, baby I'm sorry."

"You lied to me! All the apologies in the universe won't bring my son back. I hate you Luke. I hate you." She throws the rag she's been cleaning with at him to emphasize her anger.

"Lorelai no. You don't mean that. You're just angry and hurt. I understand that. You're not thinking clearly."

"You, I can't. This is too much. I can't take this anymore. I want out."

"Damnit Lorelai! Don't you push me away. Don't you do it! We're in this together. You and me. Forever. Damnit Lorelai! Christian was my son too! He was my son too!"

"A lot good that did him!"

The anger he had felt over the last week of sleeping alone on the couch, of her pushing him away and the loss of his only son boiled him over. In a flash of anger he slaps Lorelai. They stand staring at each other for a few seconds before they realize what had happened. He is the first to react. He sees the tears forming in her eyes. He is unable to look her in the eye. He hangs his head in shame and walks for the door. Lorelai's hand goes to her stinging cheek. The front door slams shut and she hears his truck start up. Lorelai runs to the porch with tears streaming don her face she screams after him.

"Luke! Luke! No! Luke please come back!" she screams. Then in a whisper only she could hear, "Luke, come back."

Rory came home from the airport to find her father's truck gone and her mother sobbing into the couch.

"He's gone Rory. He's gone and I don't think he's coming back."

"Who's gone? Mom? Who's gone?"

"Luke. He's gone."

Rory saw the red impression still on her mother's face. Rory didn't need another word. How could she leave now? She would call the school in Paris and let them know that she wasn't coming anymore.

"Rory I know what you're thinking. You go to Paris. You don't stay here. I'm a big girl Rory. I can take care of myself. I'll be fine. In a week, you will get on that plane and you will teach those French kids all about how to write."

A/N: I can see the hate mail pouring in even as I am writing this now. Please bear with me guys. Things are going to get better. I promise. Please don't raid my diner with torches and pitchforks quite yet.