A/N: I'm gonna do a little explaining for this chapter…in the movie "It's a Wonderful Life," it takes us through important or heartwarming moments in George Bailey's life. That's what I tried to do here. I also included a bit about her Guardian Angel. In the movie, it also shows the "head" of Guardian Angels assigning Clarence to George Bailey, so I included something like that here…you'll just have to see. Hopefully it's not too confusing! Oh, and did you know that Donna Reed played George Bailey's wife in the movie? I thought that was funny, considering the Donna Reed episode. THANKS a million to all my faithful reviewers! You make my heart smile!
sapphirestar820: You pointed out that the 6 year marriage of Dean and Lindsey would have them around the age of 16 when they got married…so let's just pretend I said 3! My mistake:D
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing…except for Carrie. Imagine her as Nia Vardolas. You know, the woman who wrote and starred in My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Connie and Carla? Brilliant movies!
Chapter 5
Meanwhile, far, far away in the clouds, Head of Guardian Angels, Lorelai Gilmore I, more fondly known as "Trix," was sitting patiently at her desk, awaiting her visitor. She hated waiting. It made her feel old and despicable. According to her, if you had an appointment to make, you made it on time. Not one minute late, rushing in with your hair astray. Which was exactly what Carrie Buchanan did as she flew into the office, four minutes and twenty-two seconds late.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gilmore," the woman said apologetically, out of breath. She was a younger angel, having died in a car accident at the age of 42. She wasn't bad looking. The simple white robe she donned brought out her brown eyes and dark brown hair. In a way, she reminded her of her granddaughter. She had been a schoolteacher on earth, and had just received a promotion to teach at a prestigious private university weeks before her death. She had raised two children, 22 and 16 at her death (which was 54 years ago), on her own. She had been engaged to a sensible man when her accident occurred. Many believed the fight the two had gotten into over something silly before she jumped in her car contributed to the accident. Either way, she had died with a broken heart.
For that sole purpose, Trix had finally landed on her to be Lorelai's Guardian Angel in this troubling time in her life. She figured she could relate to her and help her, possibly point her in the right direction and back to Luke. Even though he ran that despicable diner place, Trix appreciated anyone who worked hard and supported themselves. Lorelai and Luke were destined to be together, it was a fact. Plus, Carrie had yet to receive her wings. She had had many failed attempts, but, no victories. And, quite honestly, Trix found it a disgrace to reach the age of 100 (in her Angel state) still wingless. Therefore, she was trying to help her as well.
"It's no problem," Trix said, as nicely as she could, motioning for Carrie to take a seat. Carrie obliged, tripping over her feet twice before finally making it to the chair. She exhaled deeply, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Trix surveyed her for a few seconds, trying to keep a smile on her face, before saying, "Well, you probably know why I called you in here today."
"I'm guessing it's not because I won the lottery," Carrie said, smiling mischievously. Trix sighed. Ever since Heaven had decided to invest in an entertainment center (which was really not that much trouble, all that had to be done was for God to wave his hand and there it was), Angels left and right had become consumed with the damn thing. She found the whole idea useless and a waste of time. The Power Ball and game show network had become one of the more popular stations, causing the most respectable Angels to lose their head over a stupid TV show.
"No, it's not," Trix spoke through a thin-lipped smile. "I have another assignment for you."
Carrie's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yes. Really." Trix said, resisting the urge to say something sarcastic. "You'll need to go down there for this one."
Down there was earth for the Angels, not Australia or the Outback. Cases varied when it came to an Angel being assigned to a human as their Guardian. The good, the bad, and the ugly. The good was usually just a minor case, such as a severe eating problem or extreme wallowing over the loss of a boyfriend. In those cases, the Guardian Angel assisted in subtle ways, such as having everything go their way for a week or so, but never actually coming down to earth. In "bad" cases, the person was usually depressed or experiencing serious abuse, etc, and the Guardian Angel would, again, try to lift their spirits in some way, or give them signs that pointed towards seeking help if they were being abused. Again, no earth.
But, in "Ugly" cases, the Guardian Angel returned to their homeland. An Ugly case consisted of a suicidal person or someone wishing they had never been born, along those lines. Trix had been quite shocked when she saw Lorelai's name appear on the radar as "Ugly." She knew her granddaughter had suffered through many trials in her life, but she never thought she would be depressed enough to wish she had never been born. If anything, she would have expected this kind of thinking after Rory's birth and the struggles following rather than in her relationship with Luke. But, Trix knew she loved Luke with her whole heart, and that's why she was hurting so much.
She had called for Carrie almost immediately and now, here they were, about to take action. "One Lorelai Victoria Gilmore II has been suffering through major difficulties with her fiancé as of late, and has recently wished she had never existed. This calls for a plan of action."
Carrie cocked her head to the right when Trix mentioned Lorelai's name, and it was about three or four more long seconds before she finally put two and two together. "Wait, isn't that your name? Is she—?"
Trix waved her hand in the air, not wanting her blood relation to the hurting woman to get in the way, "A minor detail."
Carrie's mouth formed an O as she shook her head, at least pretending to understand.
"You will be sent to Lorelai's side within the hour. I have already granted her wish; she is still sleeping, but when she wakes up, she will find that she never existed. Give her some time to let this new reality sink in before approaching her. Help her as much as you can before leaving her to her own decision. Scare her a bit with the thought of never gaining her life back, but not too much. We don't want to get into anything too serious; it would be a horrible mess if she committed suicide when she didn't really exist."
Both Trix and Carrie shuddered at the thought. Sure, they could fix the suicide alright, since the person wouldn't really exist at the time anyway, but it was completely exhausting to give someone their life back when, in their normal reality, they had wanted to take it away anyway. The person wouldn't remember any of the events that occurred during the time they didn't exist. They would simply wake up from a deep sleep with a horrible headache and a few memories of a distant nightmare. Plus, it was the Angel's duty to save the person, not push them forward to making a fatal choice. They would just wait and try again.
Trix eyed Carrie, who was squinting her eyebrows as if having a hard time understanding the task before her. In a crisp tone, Trix said, "Are we clear, Ms.
Buchanan?"
Carrie snapped out of her daze, moving her eyes to Trix. She hadn't realized she had dazed off in front of Lorelai Gilmore I. That was a big no-no. She was a nice woman, sure, but only when she wanted to be. She was very worthy of her high position in Heaven and received much respect, but she was not one to show any signs of stupidity or inadequacy in front of. That only brought around sarcasm and dry humor. Sitting up straight in her seat, Carrie said, "Yes, Trix—uh, Mrs. Gilmore."
Trix emitted a tight-lipped smile. "Good. Now, before I send you, you must be brushed up on your facts about Lorelai Gilmore."
With that, Trix turned in her seat to face the back wall, which had evaporated, a big screen TV appearing in its place. On it, a picture of Lorelai when she was a baby was frozen in place. Trix motioned for Carrie to pay attention, and she glued her eyes to the screen. Trix kept her eyes narrowed on Carrie for a few more seconds. Strange creature, she thought, before turning to face the screen as well.
"Here we go," Trix said, as the screen sprung to life.
Lorelai, age 7
"Lorelai! How many times do I have to tell you! Quit mussing your dress!"
A young Lorelai growled as Emily Gilmore forced her to sit down in a fancy, wooden chair. Lorelai was wearing some ridiculous poofy white dress, her hair in big curls with a big white bow pinned in the back. Her mother, who was disgruntled and scowling, smoothed out the ruffles on the dress and straightened the collar. It was obvious that they were at some kind of function where spinning and giggling in the main hallway were inherently frowned upon. Which was exactly what Lorelai had been doing when her mother nearly snatched her bald.
"But, mommy, I'm bored," Lorelai whined, staring at her mother with a look of distaste in her eyes that seemed mature for a girl her age.
Emily simply glared at her as she continued to pull at her dress, straightening out wrinkles that didn't even exist. It was clearly obvious that she wasn't too pleased with her only child at the moment and didn't really care for her feelings either. "Lorelai,
quit behaving like a child."
Lorelai huffed at this comment, crossing her arms over her chest. Quit behaving like a child. That's what her mother always told her when she was trying to have fun, even when they were at home. She didn't get it. She was a child. Wasn't she supposed to act like one? At least being able to enjoy herself every once in a while would be nice. But, Emily was always hanging over her shoulder, like a vulture ready to attack.
Emily finished adjusting Lorelai's dress and stood up, brushing off her own dress. Sending one last glare at her daughter, she said, crisply, "You will sit here until we leave. Any more twirling and you'll hear from your father."
Emily turned on her heel and sauntered off. Lorelai stuck out her tongue at her mother's retreating back. Her mother always used that empty threat on her, saying her father would hear about whatever horrendous thing she had done that time, whether it be running in the house or painting her nails or touching the Baccarat unicorn. Her father didn't have the heart to punish his only daughter. Unlike Emily, he was nice.
Lorelai hated living in that house. Her mother never gave her time to just be. She was always rushing her off to some function or "play date," which was really an excuse for her to chat with her DAR friends while their children schemed of running away to foreign countries. Even at seven, she knew she wanted out of that house and the society she was being raised in. She was suffocated.
Humming softly to herself, Lorelai picked at her dress, smiling at what her mother's face would look like if she tore off one of the flowers. She was about to find out when she heard footsteps and looked up to see Francine Hayden dragging young Christopher, who was about her age, by the ear. She knew Christopher from the many play dates and found him quite amusing.
"That will be enough!" Francine said, angrily, throwing Christopher into the chair beside Lorelai. "Next time I find you sticking your hand in the stuffed turkey or stuffed pig or stuffed anything, you will NOT hear the end of it. Understood?"
Rubbing his ear, Christopher muttered, "Yes, ma'am."
Francine sighed, smiling. "Good. Now sit here with young Lorelai and don't make too much noise."
Francine stomped away and Lorelai giggled when Christopher stuck his tongue out at his mother's retreating back, like she had done not so long ago. Christopher whipped his around to face Lorelai, breaking out in giggles with Lorelai.
"You stuck your hand in the turkey?" Lorelai asked through her giggles.
Christopher shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to see what it tasted like."
This brought a fresh batch of giggles from Lorelai, as she said, "Nice."
Lorelai liked Christopher. He was just as oppressed as she was and, over time, she figured the two of them could leave the world they had grown up in for good.
Lorelai, age 15
Lorelai was sprawled out on her bed, a copy of The Bell Jar clutched in her hands. She read the wordsintently, seemingly engrossed in the book. Every oncein a while, she would wave her newly paintedfingernails around like crazy, trying to dry them,nodding her head along with The Bangles record thatwas playing in the background.
Lorelai was beautiful for her age. Her long brown hair fell in curls past her shoulders, and she was thin, with small hips. Her blue eyes could captivate anyone's heart. She had blossomed very well into her womanly beauty, catching the eye of many teenage boys at her snotty private school. However, she only had eyes for Christopher. They had formed a strong friendship over the years, as he was the only one that would mercilessly mock the society their parents so devoutly worshipped. They were known for their antics at the society functions they were dragged to, such as sneaking in flasks to recreating TV shows for entertainment or creating sub-parties, which included plenty of alcohol and lots of laughs. Their friendship had suddenly jumped up to the next level when Lorelai kissed Christopher "just wanted to know what it would be like." After that, they found themselves kissing each other quite a lot. Heavy make-out sessions. And, after losing their virginity to each other a couple of months ago, they found themselves enjoying that quite a lot as well.
Lorelai looked up from her book when she heard a thud on her balcony. Dropping her book, she walked over to the window and peered out to find Christopher sprawled out on the balcony floor, rubbing his head. Lorelai giggled at the sight before opening one of the windows and slipping out to join him.
Plopping down beside him, she lay on her side, supporting her head with her left hand. Snickering at him, she said, "Whatcha doin?"
Christopher glared at her, now rubbing his elbows. He sarcastically answered,
"Well, I thought I was on my girlfriend's balcony, but I found some crazy lady instead."
Lorelai pretended to be offended, "Oh, shut it, you."
Christopher smiled before laying flat on his back, moving his eyes to the stars. Lorelai followed suit, throwing an arm behind her head. The two stared at the night sky for a few moments, glancing at each other occasionally. This was something they enjoyed doing; silently watching the stars together, just enjoying each other's company.
This Precious Moments act was cut short by Lorelai suddenly breaking out in laughter. Her face quickly turned red as she clutched her stomach. Christopher stared at her like she was crazy for a few seconds before saying, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Lorelai managed to speak through her fit, "I just can't believe you wrecked your Porsche so quickly."
Christopher rolled his eyes, moving them back to the sky. He should have known that was coming. His parents had just presented him with a brand new Porsche earlier that night in honor of his 16th birthday, and he had returned the gesture by wrecking it two hours later. Hey, it wasn't his fault. Those trash cans had jumped out of nowhere, the fact that he had been driving at 80 miles an hour in a residential neighborhood a minor detail.
Lorelai laughed for a few more minutes before collecting herself and looking over at Christopher. Noticing her eyes on him, he smirked before turning to look at her. Her blue eyes were twinkling and he rolled her eyes as she feigned the horror she had experienced while riding with him.
He playfully shoved her, "Come on, you enjoyed it."
"I was completely horrified." Lorelai answered, matter-of-factly.
"Na-uh. You wish we could do it again.
Lorelai giggled. "Ooh, dirty."
Christopher rolled his eyes at her favorite line. Smiling, he flipped over on top of her, causing Lorelai to jump slightly before laughing again. "You want to know what's dirty?"
Lorelai tried to act innocent. "No, what?"
Christopher lowered his head to hers, kissing her deeply. When they pulled away, Lorelai was smiling widely. "I'll show you what's dirty."
And, thus, the "immediate vicinity of the spot upon which was Rory's initial emanations" commenced.
Lorelai, age 16
Lorelai rubbed her stomach as the baby inside of her kicked like crazy. She was ready to get this thing out of her. The baby had turned to kicking her routinely, and Lorelai was convinced her mother had bribed the baby to do so. She had three weeks until her due date, and she was ready to be due.
Sighing, she took a huge bite of ice cream, closing her mouth around the spoon. She had had killer cravings lately. She always ate a lot anyway, but being pregnant had sent that quota overboard. She knew she would hate herself later, but she didn't care. She was hungry. And depressed over the recent events.
Christopher had asked her earlier that day, for what seemed to be the millionth time, to marry him. Again, she had said no. It didn't matter that her parents wanted them to get married. She wasn't going to marry Christopher just because they were going to be parents. Although that qualified as a damn good reason to get married, she refused to do so. They were 16, for god's sake! She wasn't even sure she truly loved him! She didn't want to raise their baby in an environment that wasn't full of anything but love, from all three parties.
She knew that she would probably lose him, over time. He would move on with his life, and she would be stuck in the background, with a baby to take care of. But, she wanted him to live his life while he still had a chance, not tied down to a family that had appeared out of nowhere.
Emily and Richard weren't much help either. Especially Emily. She had definitely been in her element lately. Everyday, she found something to pick on her about. The most popular one was "Look what you've done." You being the key word. It never seemed to occur to Emily that it took two parties, preferably a male and a female, to form a baby. At least she wasn't as distraught as Francine was. God, that woman drove her mad.
So, she was going to have a baby. A baby. She still wasn't really sure what to make of the whole situation, even though her due date was imminent. She knew she would love and care for the baby, that was a given, even if it was a boy. She would prefer a girl, but losers can't be choosers. And one thing for sure: she was not, no matter how many times her parents bribed her, raising her child in the environment she had been raised in. There was absolutely no question about it.
Lorelai beamed as the nurse handed her her baby girl. After several hours of labor and threatening to seriously hurt every single nurse and doctor present, she had finally pulled through. And, looking at her small daughter, yawning and opening and closing her eyes tiredly, she knew it had all been worth it.
Smiling, she brushed her finger softly over her daughter's face. She was so beautiful. She didn't think she had ever loved anyone as much as she loved this baby. Her heart felt as if it was about to leap out of her chest. She had a baby, a baby that was all hers. She could love and care for her; she could also educate her on rock music, good literature, fashion, and all the other essentials. She was anxious for this new phase of her life to begin.
"Honey, we need a name for the baby," one of the nurses said. Lorelai didn't even bother to look up. She already knew what her baby's name was. To hell with men naming their sons after themselves, she was going to name her daughter after herself and her daughter was going to love it.
Grinning like a madman, Lorelai said, softly, "Lorelai. Lorelai Leigh Gilmore."
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