A/N: This chapter, like chapter one is taken almost completely from the episode.

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LostMarauderx3: I'm glad you thought so.

mandeeangel: I'm glad you like it.

LostnStarsHollow: Yeah, I get what you mean by the banter, but the whole thing is wearing Lorelai down and she hasn't really been herself anyway.

Bookworm1214: I'm glad you're liking it. That scene was actually my own. The only chapter to this point using scenes from Dear Emily and Richard is the first chapter. Beyond that until this chapter has been my own creation.

cludia: It's funny you said that, because as Lissa and I were rewatching that particular episode, I made a comment on how young Christopher looked so different from older Christopher. I actually think the young one looks really geeky.

Shawn-n-Bell: It isn't a word, but I guess it is now. I'm really glad you're liking the story so much.

LukeNLorelaifanatic: I don't mind young Christopher just because he was a part in making Rory, but I'm really hating Christopher after the end of season 6.

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Chapter Six: Planning

Strobe Hayden stood in the Gilmore's living room. His wife, Francine sat on the couch and Richard Gilmore was, once again, in his favorite chair. "This is unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable." Strobe announced to the others in the room.

Francine, who had obviously been crying, moaned through her tears. "I feel sick."

"Everything's gone. It's been tossed right out the window." Strobe continued.

Francine burst into tears once again.

"Stop crying." Strobe said to his wife.

Emily reentered the room, holding a glass of water. "Here Francine, drink your water. Now we all need to calm down. Getting upset isn't going to get us anywhere." She set the water down on the table, the sat next to Francine on the couch.

"What'll we tell people?" Francine asked, the tears still evident in her voice.

"Who needs to know?" Emily responded.

"What do you mean, who needs to know?" Strobe yelled, losing his temper.

Emily looked up at Strobe. "You don't have to yell at me, Strobe." She was obviously as upset as he was, but there was no point in losing tempers. What was done was done.

"Everybody has to know, Emily. Everybody will know. We can't pretend this didn't happen." Strobe responded.

"We could send her away." Francine said as though she had just had a bright idea.

"Excuse me?" Emily responded. How dare Francine even suggest that!

"Aren't there places that take girls like that?" Francine asked, geniunely interested in pursuing this idea.

"Girls like what, Francine?" Emily asked, daring Francine to insult Lorelai.

"Well, girls in-" Francine was cut off by another burst of tears. "I can't handle this. I can't handle this at all."

"Stop crying, damnit." Strobe said, his temper still rising. Did he really have to listen to his wife's blubbering?

"Christopher is just as much to blame as Lorelai is." Emily reasoned.

"Like hell he is." Strobe's response.

"They're in this together." Emily added.

"I don't see why." Strobe continued. "Why should Christopher sacrifice everything we planned for him just because-"

Emily cut him off. "Choose your words extremely carefully, Strobe."

"Emily, you know we love Lorelai, you know that, but Chris is so young, he's a baby." Francine said, still unable to believe her son was going to become a teenage father.

"Well, Lorelai's not exactly collecting social security." Emily defended.

"Why doesn't she get rid of it?" Strobe asked, thinking his idea made perfect sense. The kids, were, after all, too young to have a child.

"What?" Emily asked, sure she had heard Strobe wrong.

"Strobe..." Francine said.

"It's an option." Strobe said, reasonably.

"It certainly is not an option." Emily said, appalled at Strobe's suggestion.

"Why not?" Strobe asked, genuinely wondering.

"Because I say so." Emily said, hautily.

"Then what the hell are you suggesting, Emily? What's your great solution to this problem?" Strobe said, beginning to lose his temper once more.

"They will get married. They will live here and Christopher will go to work at my company. That is the solution. Now we have a plan, so we can all stop talking about it. Please excuse me, I have work to do." Richard said, speaking for the first time since this ordeal began. Once finishing his speech, he stood from his chair and walked into his study.

"I think Richard's plan sounds very sensible." Emily said, commending her husband.

"I have just one question. Why his company?" Strobe asked. It was his son after all.

"What do you mean, his company?" Emily asked.

"I have a law firm. Christopher could go to school." Strobe reasoned.

Lorelai and Christopher were sitting in the stairwell the whole time, listening to the conversation their parents were having. Lorelai was sickened. They were planning their future. Her's. Christopher's. Their unborn baby's. All without even giving a thought to what they wanted. "I know we are all upset here, folks, but maybe we should ask the kids what they think? Lorelai? Christopher? Anything to add here?"

Christopher shushed her. "Quiet, they'll hear you."

"Not likely." Lorelai replied. "I don't know how much longer I can just sit here like this."

"It's okay, let them talk." Christopher said.

"They're talking about us." Lorelai responded.

"They're trying to figure out what to do." Christopher replied.

"What to do with our lives. Our lives. Yours and mine." She said. "And it's."

"We're going to need their help." Christopher told her.

"We can take care of ourselves." Lorelai answered.

"How?" Christopher asked her.

"We'll figure it out." She said determined to do this on their own.

"It's okay. It sounds okay." Christopher said.

Lorelai looked at him. "What sounds okay?"

"You know, working for your dad, living here. It sounds okay." Christopher said.

"Chris, no. What about Europe? What about sleeping on a bench in Paris?" Lorelai asked, refusing to let him give up on his plans.

"I can't do that now, I have to get a job." Christopher answered.

"No." Lorelai said.

""I have to make money." He continued.

"No." She repeated.

"It's okay. Really." Christopher said, looking at her.

As the chattering in the living room continued, Francine let out another wail.

"Oh my god, Francing, shut up." Strobe said, reaching the end of his rope.

Lorelai sighed and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes. She couldn't believe this was really happening. They were planning out her life, once again and she had no say whatsoever.

A/N: Yeah, this is pretty much entirely from the episode. All dialogue is exactly quoted. The thoughts are mine.