This is all me, but only thanks to ASP's characters and stories.

Luke is sick. Luke and Lorelai are together, no fighting just happy L/L fluff without the drama of the 6th season.

My first FF, please review. Should I quit my job and go back to being a junkie. Java Junkie of course. Appreciate the suggestions/reviews.

Sorry it took so long but i'm back at school now so they will be even more sparse. I hope you enjoy it though!

Lorelai walked into the oh so familiar apartment and smiled. It had been a while since they had slept over here. Her house was beginning to feel like their home. It wasn't like when Luke and Nicole "moved in" together. Here the bed was made, there were no dirty dishes in the sink. At her house Luke's stuff was thrown (well maybe her stuff was thrown, his was in drawers) about. His laundry was in the washer right now, his toolbox was on the porch and his spatula was in the kitchen. As Lorelai thought back she couldn't remember the last time Luke had slept in his apartment.

It had to be weeks ago, she had finally figured out how to convince him to stay over on early delivery days and, just as she told Miss Patty before Luke's dark day, it included extremely high heels and all of Jessica Simpson's bath products.

Luke walked in and sat at the table, head in his hand. Lorelai sat down and turned her chair to face his. She could see the pain he was feeling through his closed eyes. It was almost as if she could feel it herself. Before Luke she had never felt this connected to anybody, except Rory but you can't help feeling connected to something you've created. Luke was different, he was the grumpy coffee guy, the guy she called Duke. The guy who she overlooked for 8 years. They'd always been friends she supposed but was it normal... or possible to be so attached, so connected, so in love to a single person. Now she knew she had to help him. And as far off from Florence Nightengale she was, she was going to do her darndest to help.

She leaned forward and touched his hand. His eyes slowly opened to reveal the dull blue eyes which were normally bright around her. He brought his hand down from his head but he kept holding hers.

"I'm sorry" Said Luke slowly looking at his and Lorelai's intertwined hands "I just, I hate being this guy". Lorelai looked at him a little confused but urging him to continue. "You know the weak guy. I'm not used to it, I don't like asking for help"

"Oh Luke" said Lorelai squeezing his hand, causing him to look up "You are the Websters' definition of the opposite of that guy. Well,...you know what I mean" Luke laughed at this. "I love that you help me and so does everybody else. I've never met a more humble and helpful guy. But theres nothing wrong with needing some help every once in a while I mean just look at Burke and Christina. They both realized that there were things they couldn't handle alone." Luke interupted

"That's the doctor show right?"

"Yes" said Lorelai "But, do you get my point."

"Yeah" Luke sighed "It's just hard I guess, something i'm not used to."

"Well you'd better get used to it." Lorelai said with a smile. Luke smiled, he realized she was implying that she'd be here for a while and for Lorelai he knew that was hard. Lorelai realised she had just told Luke that she was comitted, sure she was all in but this was different she wasn't scared, she was excited. Mybe i'm growing up she thought...but quickly dismissed the thought.

"Alright, let's start getting you healthy." Lorelai sad as she walked over to the fridge. When she opened it she was even more shocked then she was when she discovered Luke was sick. Inside was a head of lettuce, and almost empty bottle of orange juice that didn't look to good. 3 beers some margarine. A bottle of ketchup and jam. " Oh my gosh, you are not Luke Danes" He flinched at the register her voice had reached which was working wonders on his migrane.

"Well" he started "it just so happens that for the last couple of weeks I haven't actually stepped inside of my apartment for more then 10 minutes at one sittting. So i should be blaming this on you,"

"Oh no" said Lorelai "this is all you" When she looked at luke and realised he wasn't laughing she sat back down beside him.

"Come on" She said "let's get you to bed" He stood up and slowly walked down and sat at the edge of the bed. As he undid his boots Lorelai pulled down the covers and grabbed some sweat pants and a tshirt out of his dresser. That was looking a little empty too but then she remembered how many flannel shirts had been in her laundry today. Hmm, she thought, if I put a flannel shirt in a load of whites would everything go flannel? Luke put on his sweat pants but he was having trouble with his buttons. Lorelai walked over and slowly began unbuttoning them. She looked up at his his eyes were closed but he looked more serene then before. As she pulled his shirts off and helped him put another on she noticed how hot his forehead was.

"Do you have a headache?" Lorelai asked

"Just a little"he said

"How little"

"Like a little sledgehammer is persistently beating my brain." Lorelai laughed and went to get Ibuprofen tylenol, advil whatever(no copyright). She poured a glass of water and brought both the pills and the water over for Luke.

"Thanks" he said after he had swallowed them.

"No problem" Lorelai said, smiling as she sat beside him on the bed."So,...do you have a thermometer?"

'Lorelai, I don't need a thermometer" Luke said, "I know i'm sick. Plus, I don't own one anyways."

"Fine" Lorelai huffed. "But you better not be too sick i don't want to have to take you to the doctors." Luke laughed his eyes were closed and he was laying down. "Ok" she said, "I'm going to Doose's to buy some food and maybe some medicine, is there anything you want?" Luke smiled at this.

"You"

"I'm sorry, I should rephrase that" said Lorelai laughing "is there anything would like me to buy or say to someone outside of this room."

"Lorelai," Luke started slowly "if you could not tell anyone i'm sick, you know if they don't already know." Lorelai smiled

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me... Umm ok I'm leaving my phone on, i'll be back soon." She leaned forward and kissed him.

"Lorelai" he said "I'm sick"

"I know" she said smiling and kissed him again, lingering for a moment. "I'll be back soon."

She gave him a last smile, closing the door behind her, ready to buy a thermometer for the man she loved.

Bonus Point: In season 6 Paris is ranting about the jurnalistic work place and says "do you think Solzenitsyn could have written One day in the life of Ivan Denisovich on a yoga retreat?" Have you ever read this book? If so did you like it?

I know that was boring but it's the nerd in me coming out