As thunder shook the ceiling over her head, Rory Gilmore lay awake, clinging to the man next to her. Her whole life seemed to have been shaken by thunder lately, and as she stared out the window, she shuddered at the thought of what could have happened that very night.
The memories came flooding back to her in the darkest hours of the night. "A toast to our graduate!" yelled Logan as he tapped his fork to his champagne glass. The large crowd of friends and family cheered with him. He turned to Rory, a huge grin on his face. "Rory, we all have extremely high hopes for you. We know you are going to make a difference in this world, whether it be as a journalist or a clown! But, Rory, I have one request. . .instead of making those differences as Lorelai Lee Gilmore," he said, putting emphasis on Gilmore, "I'd like you to make those differences as Lorelai Lee Huntzberger. Ace, I'm asking you to marry me! I love you, I have since the moment I met you. You've pushed me further than anyone else ever has, you realized my potential when no one else could. I owe my life to you Ror, but I'd like you by my side through it as well."
Rory stared at him in disbelief. This was all coming too fast, they were still so young! "Logan, I-i-i. . ." she stuttered, for once in her life at a loss for speech. Her eyes traveled to the door at the back of the hall, which was, at that moment, open wide, revealing two late-coming guests. Her jaw dropped at the sight of them.
"Rory! Wait!" the younger newcomer shouted as their eyes met. This was not someone she was expecting to be there. Someone who had helped her immensely, but whom she assumed she'd never see again. The one her heart truly belonged to. . .
As Lorelai lay in bed, transfixed on the rain streaming down the window panes, she thought about many things. She thought about the mistakes she'd made in her life. The things she'd done right. The things she wished she'd done. That night, her mind seemed to be a highway of Wrong Turns, What If's, and a whole hell of a lot of Twists and Turns. She grabbed the arm of the man next to her, making sure he was really there and not just another of her dreams. When she realized he wasn't, she let her mind wander to the night's events.
As she sat listening to Logan's proposal, her eyes had teared at the thought of having to give away her daughter. She sat next to Chris, feeling very akward as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. Their daughter had come so far. She'd turned out to be Lorelai's proudest accomplishment. She wanted to turn to Chris, to say something to him to tear down the wall of awkwardness between them so that they could be friends again. For some reason, she couldn't think of a word to say; something the rarely happened to Lorelai, Queen of Babble.
She heard Rory's hesitation as well, wondering what her replay would be, when she hear a door close behind her. She gasped as she stared at the two men standing, soaked, in the doorway. Maybe things were going to be ok. Maybe she could fix her broken life and maybe Rory could as well. . .Maybe life was helping them both out a little.