A/N: Your encouragement keeps the me bringing the pain. I only wished I had remembered to include a vignette about Luke buying that copy of Reggae Fever in an earlier chapter. Also, this chapter has a little more sex, violence and foul language, but it's not too bad.

She Always Takes Me Back

Chapter 10: Four Stories, Three Houses

Georgia Christina Hayden hated being called Gigi. Her name was Georgia. Her stupid mother had insisted she have a name like her stupid sister's. She also hated her middle name, Christina. Again, her mother's idea.

"Well, your sister was named after her mom, so I wanted you to be named after your dad," her mother had told her.

Georgia thought her mother was stupid, and was happy she was gone. She liked her grandmother. She called her Georgia. She didn't baby talk her. She punished her when she was bad. And she was bad, a lot.

Grandmother Hayden, as she liked to be called, had lots of pretty things that Georgia liked to play with. Her favorites were the figurines with the names she couldn't pronounce. She liked to race with the figurines, and see which ones would hit the ground faster from the top of the stairs. So far, the lady with the sheep had won. For that, Grandmother Hayden had put her to bed without supper.

Georgia did, however, miss her dad. He wasn't really her dad, but more like a playmate. He let her do whatever. He let her wear whatever, and she could have sweets whenever she liked. Plus, he was the only one who could help her return home. She had been here too longer. It was time to go back home and be with her father. It was time for her to go to Stars Hollow.

Christopher watched Lorelai shut the door. He could see them through the frosted glass of the door. They were still in their embrace in the foyer. He was torn. His head was saying to get out of there now. It was too late, but his heart was saying something else. He moved closer to the house.

He climbed on the porch using the side stairs. He still couldn't hear if they were talking since the television was so loud. When he looked in the window, Luke had Lorelai pinned against the hall closet and would not take his lips off hers. Christopher thought he was going to suffocate her.

When he stopped kissing her mouth, he practically ripped her jacket off while she pulled off the God awful jacket and gloves he was wearing. Lorelai was now wearing only a tank top and jeans. She grabbed his hat and threw it on the floor.

Christopher thought Luke looked ridiculous with his hair all over the place, but Lorelai didn't seem to notice. She smiled and ran her hands through his hair while saying something Christopher could not make out. He pulled her hair free of its ponytail.

He tried to look away, but the sight was like a train accident. It was the most horrible sight he had ever seen. The one person he loved more than anybody else was kissing someone else right in front of him.

Just then, Lorelai laughed and ripped open Luke's shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. He responded by ripping open her tank top and exposing her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra.

When Luke's mouth moved to her breasts, Lorelai began to moan and Christopher winced. He felt tears in his eyes. His heart was breaking, and it was a far worse pain than the fiberglass or Lorelai's knee to his balls.

Lorelai whispered something into Luke's ear and a smile came across face. He kissed her as she leaped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. Luke slowly began to make his way to the staircase. As Luke started to climb the stairs with Lorelai wrapped around him, Christopher had seen enough.

"I have to stop them," he said to himself.

Christopher tried to formulate any plan that would bring Luke and Lorelai back downstairs. He could ring the doorbell, but he figured they would not stop what they were doing to see who was paying a visit. He could set off Lorelai's car alarm, but then remembered Lorelai didn't have one.

He tried to think of that movie he and Lorelai saw as teens, and mercilessly mocked, where the guy wanted to gets the girl's attention and did something really stupid and ended up in the mental hospital. It was Endless Love. He set fire to the girl's porch, so he could "save" her. Unfortunately, it got out of hand. It wasn't that bad a plan, however. If he was right there with a fire extinguisher, he could be the hero and stop what ever they were doing.

He ran to Lorelai's garage.

Babette was pacing. She had a feeling something bad was about to happened. Morey told her she was paranoid and went to bed. After feeding Apricot, she went back to her bedroom and looked out the window.

Lights were on both up and downstairs at Lorelai's house.

That girl wastes so much electricity, Babette thought. Then her eye caught movement. A man in black was on Lorelai's porch. He then jumped off and ran to Lorelai's garage.

"Morey, Morey," she said as she ran to the bed. "Get up, he's back again. He have to do something."

"Call the cops, Babe. They'll take care of it."

"Oh, the Stars Hollow PD doesn't know how to deal with crime. I'll settle this."

Babette put on her robe, but it took her a minute before she could find her sneakers.

Pierpont was still sitting in the living room since she thought he needed to stay out of the elements.

"Don't worry, Pierpont, I'll take care of that lousy, no good ex of Lorelai's."

Babette went to her back porch where Morey had left the shovel. She just hoped she didn't hurt Christopher too bad.

When Lorelai opened her front door, the next-to-last person she expected to see was Luke. She was just putting it behind her and now he was back to---

She didn't get to finish that thought before Luke had grabbed and kissed her. He kissed her so hard, she started to lose her footing. As his kiss continued, she repositioned her arms and closed the door, trying to give back as good as she was receiving.

Lorelai felt Luke's tongue asking for entrance to her mouth and she gladly acquiesced. This was the best feeling in the world, him kissing her senseless. He began to move slowly, pushing her until she felt something hard and round behind her. She had hit the closet and the knobs were in her back. She slid herself over to stop the pain, as Luke pushed his body flush to hers.

Luke finally had to come up for air.

"I'm sorry, Lorelai," he said breathlessly. "I've been a fool."

"No, Luke," she panted back. "This was my fault. I should have told you. It was so stupid."

"It doesn't matter. I just know I love you and I don't want to be without you."

"I love you, too, Luke. We can discuss this later. Right now, I need you to kiss me."

He began assaulting her again with his mouth until he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to touch her. But she was wearing that jacket.

"Do you like this jacket," he asked. "Because it has to go."

"Then take it off me, Luke."

She braced herself as he pulled the zipper down and pulled the jacket off her. She reciprocated, pulling off his army jacket and gloves.

"Now, let's get rid of the hat," she said as she pulled it off his head.

His hair stood up all over his head, and Lorelai let out a giggle.

"Your hair is so long," she said as she smoothed it down. "I like it."

"Good," he said, reaching up and pulling her hair free. "I like your hair better down."

Lorelai's hands were attempting to roam around Luke's body, but he on had far too many clothes.

"I really hate this shirt," she said. "It's getting in my way."

She grabbed the front of his flannel shirt and pulled, causing buttons to fly everywhere. He smiled as she began to run her hands under his t-shirt clad chest.

"I feel the same way about that tank top," Luke growled in a low whisper as he grabbed the bottom of her flimsy top and ripped it in two. He sucked in his breath when he realized she braless.

"Surprise," she said. "But now I'm getting cold, Luke."

"Can't have that," he said as he brought his lips to her left breast while fondling the right one.

Lorelai moaned and threw her head back which, unfortunately, hit the closet door.

"Damn."

"What," Luke said, lifting his mouth.

"Don't stop what you're doing. I just hit my head."

"Yes, ma'am."

As Lorelai reveled in the sensations Luke was giving her, she wanted more, much more. She wanted to feel him inside her, for it had been far too long. She brought her lips to Luke's ear.

"Luke, if you don't take me upstairs right now, and show me how much you've missed me, I might die."

"Well, I can't have that."

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her long legs around his waist. She could feel how much he had missed her through his jeans. After kissing her again on the lips, he repositioned her so he had a better grip on her and began to slowly walk.

"I'm so glad Rory decided to head back to Yale or this could lead to a very embarrassing situation."

"She's already gone back to school," he managed as he carefully maneuvered on the stairs with his limited vision and Lorelai sucking on his neck.

"Yeah, but it's all right. At least I can have you all to myself tonight, and I can be as loud as I want. I want Babette to hear me tonight."

She nibbled on his earlobe while Luke slowly ascended. Luke stopped halfway up the stairs.

"Well, if you don't want an ambulance called after I drop you down the stairs in a tragic amorous adventure, you have to stop with the ear. You're killing me."

"I'm sorry, baby. I'll wait 'til you've got me on the bed."

Luke resumed his climb, and safely made it to the bedroom, where he climbed onto the bed with Lorelai. She grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

"Oh, I've missed this sight," she said as she began to lavish kisses starting at his clavicle and working her way down to his belt buckle.

As she was fondling his chest, his hands had found their way to her jeans, undoing the button and the zipper so he could put his hand inside. Lorelai moaned.

"We don't have time for this," she said. "Get out of your clothes right now and fuck me."

Luke was more than happy to oblige.

When Christopher got to Lorelai's garage, he found two of the three things he needed. Lorelai had stacks of newspapers waiting to be recycled. Part of her charm had always been the way she halfway took up a cause. She kept the papers for recycling, but it probably took her all year to actually recycle them. In the corner, he also found a half-full gas can. Now, all he needed was some matches.

He scrambled around her mostly empty garage, but could not find any matches. Lorelai would have some in her kitchen. Using the garage's back door, Christopher crept to Lorelai's back door. He was surprised to find, even after what had happened, it was unlocked. He opened the door and slipped inside.

The television was still blaring, but Christopher could hear Lorelai moan from upstairs.

"Oh, God…oh God… Luke…that's it….Yes," could be heard from her upstairs bedroom.

Christopher began opening kitchen drawers without shutting them until he found a box of kitchen matches. He opened the box, but dropped it on the floor when he heard Lorelai scream from upstairs, followed by a groan from Luke.

"Holy shit," he muttered to himself. He had never heard Lorelai sound like that before.

He picked up three matches from the floor and went out the backdoor, shutting it behind him. Re-entering the garage, he picked up the gas can and a bundle of newspapers. A fire extinguisher was in the garage, but he'd have to come back for that.

In a few seconds, he had placed the paper on the front porch and doused it in gasoline. He lit the first match on Lorelai's rail, but the wind blew it out.

"Shit," he said under his breath.

Apparently, Luke and Lorelai had gotten their second wind because he began to hear Lorelai moan again from an open window upstairs. He attempted to light the second match, but he broke it in half and dropped it in the gas.

"Fuck. Only one left."

He never got the chance to light it. As he pulled out the last match, there was a blinding shot of pain to his skull and then darkness.

As Babette came from behind her house, she saw the man in black, who she figured was Christopher, standing on Lorelai's porch, facing the door. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she smelled gasoline and saw a quick flash of light.

"He's trying to burn down Lorelai's house," she said to herself.

Suddenly, she heard sounds from emitting from Lorelai's home that she hadn't heard in a while. It was the sounds of Luke and Lorelai having sex. She smiled for a second, happy that those two kids had worked out their problems. Then, it dawned on her: he was going to burn down the house with Luke and Lorelai inside.

She ran as fast as she could, shovel in hand and did not stop until the shovel connected with Christopher's skull.

Christopher fell over the porch railing and into Lorelai's bushes. Babette ran back to her home, dropping the shovel as she ran.

When she reached her bedroom, she hit Morey until he woke.

"Morey, Morey, wake up."

"What is it, Babe."

"I think I killed him."

Lorelai fell exhausted to her pillow, as Luke wrapped his arm over her and pulled her close. She was so completely satisfied. She wanted to lie in his arms in this bed forever, but she knew they would have to face reality in the morning.

They hadn't discussed what had happened, why he had come back or the Christopher situation, but she knew it could wait. Tonight, she just wanted to sleep in his arms and maybe have another quickie as the sun rose.

Georgia woke and knew it had finally happened. He had taken the step. She had to get to Stars Hollow before it was too late. She would not miss her chance to get back home to her father.