A/N: Just to let you know how much I suffer for my art: I rewatched To Live and Let Diorama without fast-forwarding for research purposes., then discovered I screwed up the timeline. Personally, I think my story is better than TLALD. Thanks to dimeoreien for the continued support, and to all the readers wholeave reviews.

She Always Take Me Back

Chapter 17: Can You Believe He's Dead?

"I'm sorry I had to do that to you, Daddy, but you must understand you cannot defeat me," Gigi said as she walked over to Christopher. "You will do as I say or next time, I won't show any mercy."

Christopher was in a clump on the floor. He felt like all the blood had been taken from his body through his eyes then returned through his ears. Sweat covered his entire body and his veins had just returned to normal. Gigi had not actually touched him, but the pain he endured was greater than any he had ever felt, and he had been in a lot of pain recently.

"Now, Daddy, I am going to fix you so you won't scare anybody because you look terrible."

Gigi placed her hands on Christopher's face and began to chant in a strange dialect. Christopher felt a stinging pain all over his body, but it was soon replaced with a feeling of warmth. When she removed her hands, Gigi's childish voice had returned.

"Stand up, Daddy."

When he stood up, all of his aches and pains were gone. He walked over to the mirror and discovered his face had returned to its normal coloring, with no trace of his encounter with Lorelai's attic insulation. He pulled the bandage off his nose to discover it was no longer broken and discolored. He was back to his pretty boy self.

"What did you do?"

"I just fixed you so you wouldn't draw any attention to yourself with your looks or your limping. If you are going to do what I need you to do, you have be at 100 percent. Will you stop looking at yourself in the mirror?"

"Oh, sorry," he said as he returned to the sofa. "Thank you for fixing me. I guess I owe you one."

"Then kill Mr. Lucas Danes so I can reign over this world. When you do, Daddy, you will be justly rewarded. Now, listen to me and I'll tell you exactly what to do. It will start with you buying a black ski mask."

Babette was finally ready to believe that Christopher was not going to return to eat her brains. It had been a few days, and there had been no sign so far. As she went out that morning to fix the part of her garden upturned by her and Morey's attempt to bury Rory's dad, she caught Lorelai and Rory leaving.

"Hey, dolls, how are you doing?"

"Good, Babette, and you?" Lorelai said as she and Rory walked over to Babette.

"I'm fine. Hey, Rory, have you seen your dad recently?"

"Yeah, he was in the hospital a few days ago so I went to see him."

"He was?" Lorelai and Babette asked simultaneously.

"Yeah, it was the weirdest thing. He had been beaten up, and something else had happened, but he wouldn't say what. I told him to stay out of your life, or I was out of his."

"Hon, I've told you, you don't have to …"

"No, Mom, I never ask him for anything, but I want him to stay out of your life. He hasn't done one good thing for you."

"That's not true, he gave me you."

Lorelai hugged her daughter, and walked her to her car.

"I have a date with Logan tonight, and finals are fast approaching, so I don't know when I'll be back," Rory said as she started her car.

"It's okay, I'll see you when I see you. Bye, hon."

"Bye, Doll" Babette said as Rory drove away.

"So, Lorelai, did you hear about Old Man Twickham? It appears he's dying again."

The news of the death of Old Man Twickham spread faster than Kirk running through the town square naked. Most townies couldn't believe he had finally kicked it since he had been dying for 20 years. The fact that he actually died this time had a few of the townspeople mad since they didn't get there before he finally died.

Luke was in the diner going over back issues of American Travel when Kirk delivered the news. He left Lane in charge of the diner, and headed over to Old Man Twickham's house. While some townspeople were mulling around talking about what a great guy he was.

Luke, however, did not feel this way. He couldn't stand Joshua Twickham. Twickham and his dad had gone round and round about town issues over the years. Twickham was a lot like Taylor, always trying to turn the town into a tourist mecca of quaintness, while his dad wanted Stars Hollow to remain the village it always was, a down-to-earth place for families to live.

As a teenager, he had done odd jobs for Old Man Twickham, and that had only fueled his hatred of the man, but it had introduced him to his beautiful home. It was a dream home, built in the early 19th century with many of its original features. It had handsome hardwood floors, magnificent banisters, lots of bedrooms for children and beautiful columns outside.

Old Man Twickham had paid him to help with the house's upkeep, but he got fired at the age of 19 for shooting off his mouth at him. Twickham was one of the most unpleasant people he had ever met, with rarely a kind word for anybody. Luke was sure he had stayed alive this long just to piss off people.

Luke walked up the steps to Twickham's home and stopped at the door. He could see himself living here with Lorelai and their kids. Kids. He thought they would have great kids together. There would be room for Rory as well since the house had six bedrooms. He envisioned a room for Lorelai to sew. He'd have a workshop in back to work on the boat or build stuff, like a crib for their first child. It would be a boy, since Lorelai already had a girl. He had always felt this overwhelming need for a son, but he never knew why.

The boy would have his athletic talents matched with Lorelai's verbal talents. He'd be unstoppable. Then, they could have a little girl he would spoil rotten, but still teach the value of an honest day's work. Plus, he and Lorelai would get free workers for their businesses once they were old enough. He smiled at the thought of his son behind the counter of his diner telling Taylor where to stick it while his daughter was driving Michel crazy at the Inn with asinine questions.

The one thing Luke was sure of his kids would be raised in Stars Hollow because there was no one else he'd rather be. He felt like there was no where else he could be.

Lorelai didn't know what had gotten into Luke today. He wanted to go to a town meeting, he volunteered to help Taylor with the Twickham house, and he paid $110 for a meal at a swanky restaurant that Luke usually avoided like the plague. He said he wanted to celebrate her first magazine cover, but it still seemed excessive to her.

After four courses of some of the richest food she had eaten, Lorelai was happy she didn't have to drive home. Luke rested his hand on her leg, something he always enjoyed doing. Before they began dating, she never suspected Luke was a "leg man," but she found it incredibly erotic. She loved the way his hands felt just absently moved in circles across her thigh.

In her reverie, she hadn't been paying attention to where they were going, until they came to a stop. They were in the Dragonfly's employee parking area.

"What are we doing here?"

"Well, since we are celebrating the Dragonfly's success, I thought the celebration should end here," Luke said, a smile crossing his lips.

"What did you do?"

"I just asked Sookie to whip up a little something. It's in your office."

The inn was still bustling with a few guests eating in the dining room and reading in the library. Marie, the night manager, was at the front desk.

"Hi, Lorelai. Hi, Luke. Everything is all set in the office," she said. "You guys have a good time."

Luke escorted Lorelai into here office where her desk had been transformed into a candlelit table. There were two pieces of chocolate cake and a bottle of wine with two glasses.

"Wow, I can't believe you did all this."

"Well, I didn't, your staff did. I just asked nicely."

Luke and Lorelai sat down while he poured them each a glass of wine.

"To the Dragonfly and to you," he said.

"I'll drink to that," she said as they clinked glasses.

Christopher's day with Gigi had been exhausting. She forced him to the sporting goods store to buy a ski mask and gloves, then to McDonalds for a Happy Meal. Why his demon daughter wanted Chicken McNuggest was beyond him, but he wasn't about to contradict her. She then made him go over the plan over and over again to make sure he would not screw it up.

Gigi's plan was very simple. Christopher would walk into the diner the following night before closing with his gun under the premise of robbing the place. When Luke made any type of move, Christopher would shoot him in the head. Gigi was very adamant about the head thing.

"Haven't you ever seen a movie, Daddy?" Gigi said with an eerie calmness. "They never shoot the people in the head, and they never die. If you shoot someone in the head, they are going to die."

"Okay, shoot him in he head."

"Just aim for the baseball cap. It's an easy target. Or better yet, get him to lie on the floor, then shoot him. Moving targets are hard to hit. I'll be waiting at the gazebo with a can of gasoline and some matches. The minute he is dead, I'll set fire to the gazebo and this world will become a much better place. My first order of business will be eternal damnation for any person who has been on a reality dating show. They are such a waste of television."

"That's a nice priority, Gigi, as the queen of the world. Shouldn't you be bringing pain to priests or something like that?"

"No, I respect those who are willing to fight for their faith. I have no patience for those who are willing to sell themselves to make out in a Jacuzzi on national television."

"Okay, what about me and my daughter?"

"When I ascend, this body will be freed as I will take my true form. Your daughter's soul will return. I would suggest you take her and get as far from Stars Hollow as possible. I will spare you for your diligence to me as long as you kill Mr. Lucas Danes."

"I'll do as you wish."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Oh my, that was the best cake, I've had in my entire life," Lorelai said as she rubbed her stomach. "I can't wait to get home to sleep this off."

"Well, I hate to tell you this," Luke said as he got up from his chair. "You're not going home tonight."

"Ooh, are we going back to the diner?"

"Nope, I got us a room at the Inn tonight."

"What?"

"What better place to end our celebration than a night at the Dragonfly Inn, the sight of our first kiss?"

"You know, if Kirk hadn't run down those steps naked, this place would have been more than the sight of our first kiss."

"Really? You would have slept with me that night?"

"I was ready to rip your clothes off the second your lips touched mine."

"You know, we've never slept together here?." he said, pulling her up from her chair and wrapping his arms around her.

"I know, and I've often thought where we should do it here. I've come up with behind the front desk, my desk, the hall closet, the freezer, the stables and every single room in the inn," she said kissing him on the lips.

"Well, how about we start with room number 7?"

"Lucky number seven? Oh, that's perfect, and that room has an awfully big bed."

"I know, I was the first person to sleep in it."

"But wait, we don't have any clothes."

"We won't need any," Luke said as he led her out of the office and up the inn's back stairs.

Christopher couldn't sleep. He was torn. He knew he couldn't stop Gigi, but he really doubted he'd be able to fire that gun again. He needed help, and snuck outside to call the only person he could think of that could be of any assistance, outside of an exorcist.

"Hello," a sleepy voice said at the end of the line.

"Mother, I need your help."