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Chapter 4

Lorelai woke up the next morning to a baby crying. Opening her eyes slowly, she peered around her in confusion. Where was she? She remembered falling asleep on her couch, Rory kissing her good night before heading off to sleep herself. And god, was sleeping on that couch an awful idea. It still had yet to be broken in to normal Gilmore comfortableness, which the crick in her neck was telling her at this very moment. Stretching, she sat up slowly, looking casually at her surroundings.

That's when she recognized it. She was not in her own house. At least not in her house as she had remembered it. It was her house, alright. But, the furniture was completely different, and it was actually clean, as opposed to the comforting clutter she liked to keep around. Magazines and baby books were spread everywhere, and a plasma TV covered the wall where the fireplace had been.

Throwing off the blanket, which she quickly realized wasn't hers either, she headed in the direction of the kitchen. The house was painted this god-awful green color with flowers everywhere. Pictures covered the walls, but she was too distracted to try and make out the faces in the pictures. She stumbled through the kitchen, which was a light shade of red (puke red) and shoved Rory's door open.

She nearly jumped in shock. Instead of Rory's single wooden bed and old posters, she found a yellow baby room, with teddy bears everywhere. Lorelai gasped at the sight. Inching into the room, she noticed the screaming baby in the corner.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Okay, Rory, joke's over now!"

No response.

"Rory! This isn't funny! Quit messing with Mommy and get your ass in here!"

Still no response. The baby, on the other hand, only started wailing louder.

"Rory! I mean it! How the hell did you manage to pull off something like this anyway? I mean—" Lorelai came to a halt, jumping when she noticed a young blond girl standing in the doorway, motionless, staring at her. She had a sun hat perched on her hand and was clutching a baby bottle in the other, eying Lorelai as if she was the Black Plague.

"Oh!" Lorelai said, clutching her hand to her heart. "God, you scared me."

The blonde remained motionless, her eyes fixated on Lorelai. Her eyes were a mixture of confusion and frustration. She spoke evenly, her mouth hardly moving. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house."

Lorelai jerked her head back when she said "my house." My house, she thought, this is my house, not hers! What was she talking about? She had lived in this house for more than ten years, and she knew for a fact that she hadn't let strange people wonder around inside of it, redecorating the rooms and painting the walls colors Martha Stewart would inherently discourage. If only she had her paint sample thingy with her, she could give this girl a listen on how to really paint a house. But, before they became bosom buddies through the help of a paint brush, she needed to found out who this chick was and what the hell she was doing in her house.

"Um," Lorelai said, giving the girl her best 'you're an idiot' glare, "This is my house."

Upon hearing these words, the blonde pulled her head back, staring at her in shock. When she didn't say anything, Lorelai continued babbling.

"Yeah, has been for more than ten years. When did we move into this house? God, I can't even remember. I just remember we had to save up for it for ever and ever, and when we finally moved in, we had to borrow furniture from the Inn and…" Lorelai trailed off when she noticed the blonde was glaring at her. "Anyway, so yeah. I've lived here for a while, so I think I would know my house."

The blonde snorted in disgust before speaking. "Well, I've lived here with my husband for six years, so I think I would know what my house looks like," the blonde retorted. She walked briskly by Lorelai, looking her up and down, before cooing at the baby in the corner, picking her up and hoisting her on her shoulder. Well, at least Lorelai assumed she was a girl, she was dressed in all pink. Hopefully not some kind of twisted joke. Giving the baby the bottle, she turned to Lorelai. "Besides, no one had lived in this house since 1995 before we moved in, so I think you must be sadly mistaken."

Well, Lorelai thought, she certainly has a stick up her ass. But, 1995, wasn't that the year the Stocktons had moved out? Taylor was so appalled by their desire to live in a big city, away from his insane festivals and the town gossip, that he had refused to mention their name for years. And, when he finally did, it was with a tight-lipped expression. God, he was a strange man.

Suddenly, Lorelai gasped, looking straight at the blonde's face. She knew this girl. The last time she remembered seeing her was by the gazebo, her face crushed, as her mother pulled a one over on Rory. Cocking an eyebrow, Lorelai said, "Lindsey?"

Lindsey's mouth dropped in shock. She stared at Lorelai for a few seconds before saying, "How do you know my name? Who the hell are you?"

"Lindsey, Lindsey, it's me, Lorelai!" No look of recognition crossed Lindsey's face when Lorelai said her name. She just continued to stare daggers at her. Lorelai, however, wasn't giving up so quickly. "Lorelai Gilmore, my daughter, uh, Rory, is your age."

Lindsey stared at Lorelai for a few more seconds, bouncing the baby on her hip, before saying, "I've never heard that name before."

Lorelai gasped in disbelief, also insulted. "What? No, that's impossible! I've lived here for 20 years! You went to school with my daughter, you bought her that stupid Mark Twain magnet, she was always talking about that Mark Twain magnet!" Lorelai could tell Lindsey was completely lost as she threw these memories at her, but she continued babbling. Nothing was making sense. How could she not know her? "And, then you had the wedding and you and your mom would bring Dean something to eat everyday while he worked on the Inn and then he cheated on you with Rory—"

"He WHAT?" Lindsey's features had altered when Dean's name was mentioned, and they had exploded when Lorelai threw cheating into the mix. She was fuming, her face was heating up so fast she looked like a red tomato with a blonde bob. Finding the situation probably rather inappropriate to laugh, Lorelai ignored the color of her face.

"Dammit," Lorelai muttered as Lindsey exploded in front of her. She hadn't taken time to consider that, in whatever crazy mixed up universe she had just been stuck in, that Lindsey and Dean were still married. It would make sense, sort of, considering Rory didn't seem to exist. Lorelai quickly pushed that thought to the back of her mind. No, she was missing something here. Someone was playing a practical joke on her. Well, not really practical. If any joke was not practical, this was it. Lindsey making it sound as if she had never existed was not practical.

"So," Lorelai said uncomfortably, shifting her feet. "Dean is your husband."

Lindsey, still fuming, retorted, "Yes. And what do you mean he cheated on me?"

Lorelai could tell that there was going to be no easy way to get out of this one. Had could she tell Lindsey that his husband had cheated on a girl that didn't seem to really exist to her? And, from the look in her eyes, even as she tried to feed her baby, she seemed to be very possessive of Dean. Well, I guess she had a right to, he is her husband. God, that sounded so weird to say again. But, she could also see that ounce of fear in her eyes; the same look Lindsey carried whenever Rory was around. The feeling that she wasn't good enough. Guess she didn't need Rory around to still feel that way with Dean.

"Um," Lorelai started, fidgeting nervously with her hands. She wanted nothing more to get of this house and find out she was just dreaming or losing her mind. Losing her mind would be much better then to hear that Lindsey had apparently never heard of her before, or her daughter. "He didn't cheat on you—"

Lindsey cut her off. God, she was really angry. "Well, then why did you even say that?"

"Because…" Lorelai stalled as she tried to come up with a good excuse. Or a good lie. Either would be appreciated. "Because…I got you mixed up! Yeah, with my cousin Dean. He's, um, married to a girl named Lizzie and, so—"

"So, your cousin cheated on his wife with your daughter? What kind of twisted story is that?"

Dammit. She hadn't thought of that. Lindsey was way smarter than she remembered her. And she was just digging herself into a bigger hole with her pathetic lying skills. Why had she never been a good liar? That had always been something she had failed miserably at. The longest lie she had ever been able to keep was when she was pregnant, and that was 21 years ago. Her skills had gotten rusty since.

Lorelai looked back at Lindsey, her baby still on her shoulder, still glaring at her with that freakish piercing stare. She had to get out of this house. She had to figure out what the hell was going on, and Lindsey certainly wasn't helping.

"Well, we're originally from Arkansas, so you know how that goes…just add the no shoes habit and you've got yourself a real life remake," Lorelai was babbling again, but she didn't know what else she could say that wouldn't earn her a disapproving glare from Lindsey.

"So, did he cheat on me with you?" Lindsey asked, sharply, shifting her baby to the other hip. The baby giggled and reached up to pull on Lindsey's hair, who didn't even seem to notice that her child was giving her a brand new hair-do.

If she had been drinking anything, that definitely would have qualified a spitting out the beverage moment for Lorelai. She quickly said, "God, no, no Lindsey! I'm 38 and—engaged—so, no." Noticing her explanation wasn't helping the situation any, Lorelai clapped her hands together and said, "You know what, I gotta go! So, yeah…."

With that, Lorelai exited the room and quickly made her way to the front door, Lindsey following her. She exited the house as fast as she could, not wanting to suffer under Lindsey's wrath any longer, closing the door behind her. She heard it lock as Lindsey stomped away on the other side.

Sighing, Lorelai walked down the porch steps, her porch steps, and looked out at the front lawn. Well, it certainly didn't look like the front lawn she remembered. There were flowers everywhere. She really had a thing for flowers, didn't she? Lorelai liked flowers, but Lindsey's amount of them was almost tacky. I wonder if she got them from Babette, Lorelai thought, smiling as she remembered her and Rory's experience with bulbs. They definitely weren't gardening people.

Looking over to the side of the lawn where she usually parked her car, she saw a minivan instead. That was not her car for sure, she hated minivans. She hated the women that drove minivans even more; they always acted like they were in some kind of freakin NASCAR race, zooming by you on the highway like nobody's business. Soccer moms. Jeez.

A thought hitting her, Lorelai ran over to the shed and peered in. Instead of finding Luke's boat and her decorated walls, she saw a lawnmower, weed eater, and a couple of bikes.

Sighing again, Lorelai covered her face with her hands. She brought them down to clasp across her chest as she tried to take in everything she had just witnessed.

Nothing made sense at all. This was her house, her front yard, her shed, except nothing was right. The chuppah wasn't even there. What had happened? Had she been stuck in some kind of time portable? What was going on? It didn't make any sense at all. And, the way Lindsey had looked and talked to her, it was like she had never existed.

Had never existed…the thought began pounding louder and louder in her head. It couldn't be. She had certainly existed; for 38 years, she had definitely lived a life, or something, at least. There was no way it could have all disappeared in the blink of an eye. There was no way she could have disappeared in the blink of an eye.

On the verge of a major freak out, Lorelai began digging in her jeans pocket for her cell phone, where she had remembered leaving it last. Not finding it, she searched in all her pockets in her jeans and then in her jacket. No where. Nothing in any of them, not even the slip of paper she had written a customer's name and number on the other day at the Dragonfly when they had called in with a complaint. It was as if none of it had ever happened. The only thing that remained was her clothes.

Frowning, Lorelai looked back at the house. Maybe she had left her cell phone on the coffee table. She was tempted to go back and look, but a gut feeling told her she wouldn't find it. She needed to call Rory to see what was happening, but another gut feeling told her nobody would answer, or that the number would belong to someone else all together. That was a scary thought. Her kid had vanished all together. And, from the looks of it, she had vanished all together.

No, it couldn't be, it couldn't be! Feeling tears coming again for the 100th time lately—honestly, she could give Johnny Depp a run for his money—she collapsed on the front lawn. Could she even call it her front lawn? What kind of twisted universe had she been stuck in? What was going on?

Kicking her legs in frustration, Lorelai lied back in what apparently used to be her front lawn. Had she got her wish? Well, it hadn't really been a wish, just a mixed up, sleepy mind wondering what the world would be like without her. But, she hadn't really meant it. She loved her life; Rory, the Inn, Paul Anka, Sookie, even Michel at times. And Luke, she loved Luke. She had never wanted to change her life for anything; much less be told that she had never existed.

No,it couldn't be. Lorelai sat up, running her hands through her hair. Glancing around her, her eyes set on Babette's house. Standing up, she brushed her jeans off. If anyone could tell her what was really going on here, it would be Babette.

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