A/N: First off, to answer a question in a review from the last chapter, I'm not going to say that Lorelai did or didn't consider an abortion. I just said that Emily said no abortion, and I wrote that for a reason. If you're curious about whether or not she considered it, take a look at the character I've built her to be and hopefully it will become a little clearer. Now, I KNOW this chapter is not what you're expecting or hoping, but like I said before, this is a different story than the others' and I'm exploring a side of teenage premaritial sex and its' consequences that may or may not be how you want it to be. I can only hope you'll take it with a grain of salt and keep reading because I'm really loving this storyline.

Disclaimer: Don't own them, just own the story line.

"Lorelai!" Emily called up the stairs. "We need to go!" Emily couldn't understand what was taking Lorelai so long. This was her appointment for her baby, and it seemed as if Lorelai didn't have a care in the world whether or not she was late for it.

Emily climbed the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. "Lorelai, you don't have to do your makeup for the appointment. That isn't what they're checking for." Emily was starting to get exasperated with her daughter, but she didn't want it to show. She wanted Lorelai to trust her, and right now, being calm and cordial was the best way to do so.

"I'm not going Mom," Lorelai said, wincing in pain. Emily was taken aback. Why would her daughter not want to go to the appointment to see her baby and confirm her pregnancy.

"Lorelai, it's a part of being pregnant, you have to go." Emily stated.

Lorelai opened the door, tears in her eyes. "Cancel the appointment."

Emily looked at her. "What?"

Lorelai held up her jeans to show the bloodstains on the back of them. Emily gasped. "I'm not pregnant." Lorelai stated, her voice quivering.

"Sweetheart, I don't know what to say," Emily started, shaking. She couldn't believe this was happening to her daughter. She didn't want her daughter to be pregnant, but now that she was she certainly didn't want her to have a miscarriage. Even with all of the pain and uncomfortable situations it would have caused her, Richard, and Lorelai, Emily was getting excited about being a grandmother.

Lorelai shrugged and walked past her into her room and laid face-down on the bed. Emily went into the bathroom and straightened it up. She picked up Lorelai's underwear and jeans, soaked with blood. She sent them down the laundry chute and looked at herself in the mirror. Oh God, what am I going to do? She wondered. She was in pain. Her heart was torn apart by the child her daughter had lost, but she knew that no matter how much pain she was in, Lorelai was in even more pain. She needed to be there for her daughter. Nobody would quite understand Lorelai's pain, but she would understand it most.

She walked into Lorelai's room and closed the door behind her. She sat down on Lorelai's bed and ran her fingers through her hair. She heard a muffled sound coming from Lorelai's direction.

"What was that, honey? I can't hear you." She said softly.

Lorelai turned to face her. "I'm a horrible mother. I killed my baby…" Emily gasped and pulled Lorelai into her arms, patting her back.

"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, this is not your fault. Don't you ever think this is your fault." She said fiercly, holding the girl close to her. "It just happens sometimes. It's nobody's fault." She felt her shirt getting wet as Lorelai sobbed into it, gripping her mother as if she was the only tangible thing left on the earth.

Emily ran her fingers through her daughter's hair. She was glad they hadn't told Richard yet. She wasn't sure how he would have reacted not only to the pregnancy, but to the miscarriage as well. Emily ached inside for her daughter. She had her future back, but she knew that nothing would ever take away the pain that now consumed her baby girl.

That night, Lorelai lay in her bed staring at the ceiling. She had nothing on her mind. She felt completely alone, helpless and alone. She had no desire or motivation to do anything except lay in her bed and stare at the ceiling. Was this God's way of punishing her? Had she not pleaded forgiveness seventy times seventy seven times? Was she not remorseful and full of guilt? Why was this happening to her? It seemed like a cruel joke to her. Scare the shit out of her by letting her grow a baby inside of her, and then take it away like nothing had ever happened.

Emily knocked on the door. "Lorelai, Christopher's on the phone. Are you sick?"

Lorelai sighed. "I'll take it, mom." She hadn't talked to Christopher since she'd told him the news a week and a half ago. He'd said he needed time and would call, and true to his word he did. But her certainly did take a long time. She picked up the receiver.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hey Lor." He said. "I've been thinking a lot and I want to be there for our baby. I want to help you out. I'll get a new job, one that pays more, and I'll help you support this kid."

"Chris, you don't have to." Lorelai said softly, her heart breaking inside.

"Lorelai, I want to."

"Chris, you can't." Lorelai could feel the tears beginning to gather in her eyes, but she kept her voice calm and steady.

"Lorelai, I'm the baby's daddy. I deserve to be in it's life." He stated, and she could tell he was starting to become angry.

"Chris, I miscarried." Lorelai said, and pushed her hand to her mouth. The sobs escaped her body quicker than any cries had ever escaped her before. She hadn't said it out loud yet. It was still a silent knowledge between her and her mother, and nobody knew but them. To say it out loud was to admit that it had really happened. To admit that she was a failure. That she was unable of carrying and providing for the child she'd created. She'd never felt worse in her entire life.

Chris was silent on the other line. He didn't know what to think, or say, or feel. "I'm sorry, Lorelai." He said. When she didn't respond, he hung up the phone, leaving a sad and heartbroken Lorelai to mend the pieces.

The next day, Lorelai didn't go to school. She woke up at seven thirty, her normal time, but instead of climbing out of bed and putting on her plaid green, white, and blue skirt, she stayed in bed and stared at the ceiling. She half-expected someone to come and tell her she had to go to school, but nobody did. Richard had gone to the office early that morning with no indication of how Lorelai was feeling, leaving Lorelai home alone with her mother and the maids. Her mother, of course, had a DAR meeting and a few other random house calls she had to make, but she was insistent that if Lorelai needed her, she would cancel them. Lorelai had stared up at the ceiling until ten o clock when her mother knocked on the door.

"Lorelai, there's breakfast downstairs if you're hungry." Lorelai continued to look up at the ceiling. "I have a DAR meeting today… If you need me, I can stay home." Lorelai continued to just stare above her, not moving an inch. "I'm supposed to go over to the Dugrey's house this afternoon, but if you want I can go tomorrow." Lorelai continued to stare, not even acknowledging her mother's presence. Her mother sighed and came over and kissed Lorelai's forehead. Lorelai didn't move a muscle, so her mother left and went to her meeting, leaving Lorelai to stare at the ceiling. She kept looking at the ceiling for hours, and when her mother came home at four she was in the same spot she'd been before.

The next day was the same as before, her mother offering to stay home and Lorelai silently refusing. Two days went by and Lorelai stayed home still. When Richard finally asked Emily what was going on, she told him that Lorelai was simply sick. After being out of school for four days, Lorelai was finally interrupted from her staring match with the wall.

On Thursday afternoon, Lydia and Laura burst through the doors to Lorelai's bedroom. They found Lorelai staring up at the ceiling.

"Not uh," Lydia said. "This is not our Lorelai." She went and sat on the bed as Laura pulled up the shades and exposed the light from outside. Lorelai groaned and winced and turned over on her back.

"Alright, c'mon, Lor, we brought Ben and Jerry's. And we brought Sixteen Candles, and Cosmopolitan." Lydia said, turning Lorelai over.

Lorelai looked at her friends. "Do you know what happened?"

Laura sat down on the bed next to Lydia and each of them grabbed one of Lorelai's hands and helped pull her up. "Why don't you tell us, honey."

Lorelai looked at them for a minute and then, for the first time in nearly a week, opened her mouth and began to talk.

Emily knocked on Lorelai's door Thursday afternoon and smiled when she opened it to find the three girls laying on Lorelai's bed watching Sixteen Candles and eating a pint of Half Baked.

"We're having beef stew for dinner," Emily said, watching her daughter. "I figured you girls wouldn't want that, so what kind of pizza would you like?"

Lydia and Laura looked at each other. "Pepperoni and Pineapple," they said in unison. Neither of them really cared for that combination, but it was Lorelai's favorite and they wanted to make her happy.

Emily nodded. "I'll call your mothers and tell them you'll be staying here tonight."

Lorelai looked up surprised. "Mom, you never let anyone stay here on a school night."

"I do when you need them to, Lorelai." She said softly, smiled at her daughter, and went downstairs.

Lorelai dug her spoon into the carton of Half Baked and looked at Lydia and Laura. Maybe she could get through this after all.