By Gilmoregirl1979 (the reigning Quote Queen)

Rating: PG-13

Hi this is your friendly disclaimer: I REJECT ASP's REALITY AND SUBSTITUE MY OWN! Once again, I don't own (DAMN IT! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue.

R/R: yes please I love reviews; I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)

LUVZ: I miss you!

FEATURED BETA: Localizy, big thanks for four updates…

A/N: This has been on my computer since last summer. I sent it to Localizy for her opinion and well that is why I'm publishing it now.

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Because I really love you guys

Where did they get this DR guy, days of our lives?

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Chapter 2

And Just Forget the World

Luke had impulsively bought the Twickham house and just as impulsively, Lorelai proposed to Luke. The next thing Luke knew they were in front of the justice of the Peace, with Jess and Sookie as Witnesses. Low and behold, they were married.

Luke thought about the whirlwind of the last few days, how they had quickly rushed into everything, but there they were, Luke and Lorelai Danes, well, umm Gilmore. Luke really didn't know where Lorelai stood on the whole name-changing thing.

That was just one of those major over looked details. In their excitement of their first 48 hours of marriage they couldn't have been expected to think clearly or even with their clothes on. However, now that the happy couple had to go back to the real world, go back to routine and jobs, to life in Star Hollow, a life without Rory Gilmore in it.

Lorelai never brought up her daughter's name; it was as if she didn't have a daughter. She was careful to avoid stories or anecdotes that involved Rory. Or if it couldn't be helped, she would say, "I knew someone", "an acquaintance", or other code words to hide Rory's involvement of the memory.

Then there was the issue if Luke and Lorelai did move into the Twickham house what would become of Lorelai's house. The house she and the daughter who will not be named spent half their life together in. Luke knew they could resell the Twickham house at a fair price if Lorelai felt sentimental about the Crap Shack, as Lorelai and Rory had named it.

However, Lorelai was quickly dismissive to the suggestion, insisting that they start their married life in their perfect new house.

Lorelai came home from work, only to find her husband in her living room. She liked thinking about that, Luke being there to come home to. "Hello husband, God I love saying that," she said as she kissed Luke.

Luke could tell she was in a good mood, she had been riding high since they exchanged vows and he hated to spoil the mood.

"I got you a present," Lorelai grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Lorelai, we gotta talk."

Lorelai already sunk, "Why do I sense this will be our first married fight?"

"Maybe we should think this through."

"Think what through? Our marriage, sorry mister, you said yes, the man said husband and wife, you're stuck with me now." She kissed him again, "…till death do us part, remember?"

"No, no. I want to talk about the Twickham house."

"What?"

"Well, we could just stay here."

"Luke, when we have kids, please note when… we aren't gonna have enough room. I want the Twickham house."

"Lorelai," Luke sighed.

"I want the Twickham house," she repeated.

"Just take a minute…"

"I want the Twickham house," Lorelai stood firm.

"LORELAI!"

"What?" she shrugged.

"You just want to give up your house…"

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"I don't need it any more," she said, looking at the ground.

"What?"

"I'm a married woman. We have the Twickham house we can start over."

"Start over? In the same town? We're not in the witness protection program."

"Well, we can change your name if you want, personally I'm a fan of Kapka . Luke please, I want this, I want my life with you." she said, hold firm to her ground.

"We can have the same life with your house," he said determinedly.

"I don't want it any more," she said as if she was a child done with a toy.

"But Lorelai this is your home. You and Rory grew up her." It was then that Luke saw how determined she was to get rid of any memory of Rory. "It's because of Rory. You only want to get rid of it because of Rory."

"No…just all the memories it has of Rory."

"Lorelai," Luke sighed, shaking his head.

"Look the Independence Inn had a lot of memories for me and I left that behind."

"Because it burnt down."

"No, Luke, it was a sign, it was obviously time to move on. I want to start over to things the right way this time. You and me get married with a house of our own, kids of our own…"

"Well they are going to have a big sister."

"Only if she wants to be involved," she said sadly.

"If you even tell her you are pregnant," he shot off sarcastically.

"Luke, you are not being fair."

"Fair? You kept her out of the wedding, the real wedding. You won't even call her and tell her we are engaged. What else are you willing to hide from her?"

"What about what she hid from me? You know what's not fair? She didn't even consult me with this whole Yale decision. Everything I've ever done, given up, and sacrificed was for her, all for her and her dream to go to an Ivy League school to become a journalist! All that I had to let go, all the pride I had to swallow for Chilton, all which was thrown in my face. I had to put her first, I was a mom and an adult, and it was my responsibility. I kept a roof over our heads, clothes on her back, and kept her well fed. And now she's over eighteen, she's made her choice. She chose my parents and their life instead of me. I've told her all about what its like to be under Emily's thumb and if she wants to be the caged bird then who am I to argue. Now I have you, I can be selfish, I can have what I want. I don't have to think about any one but myself and you and our kids. Our future."

"So you are going to completely shut out your first born?"

"Luke, I don't want to talk about it," she whispered sadly.

"Lorelai, Rory is apart of my life too! Okay, I've got like 10 years of happy memories with her and now you want me to just block them out and forget about them like they never happened."

"Luke…"

"No, I don't like it! You're going all Joan Crawford on me and I don't like it!"

"Joan Crawford?"

"My God! Miss Movie Maven hasn't seen Mommy Dearest? Let me tell you that movie scared the crap out of me. I thought God help me if I fall for a woman like that! This is just like that scene where Joan Crawford was cutting her ex husband's face out of all the pictures and putting them back in the frames like nothing is wrong. Then little Christina says 'if she doesn't like you, she can make you disappear'. Well, I don't want to be helping you purge Rory from your life!"

There was a long silence as Lorelai absorbed Luke's words.

"Fine," she finally said. "I'll tell her, about us. Well, the engagement."

"Let her know and let your parents know how you feel, okay. Tell them how hurt you are. Maybe that will start a dialogue."

"You really want to invite my parents back into our life?"

"Lorelai, they are where you come from, they are your family. As annoying as Liz is, she's all I've got left and consequently, I've had to accept TJ as part of that family too. Rory is now my step-daughter and I don't want her to resent me because we kept this from her."

"She won't, okay, look maybe in time a dialogue or whatever can be started, but right now, I need to digest everything. I just want to be happy and give you your present!"

Luke shook his head, as Lorelai held out the small gift bag. Luke frowned slightly because he never knew what to expect when Lorelai gave him a present. Luke opened it and found a ring.

"Lorelai?"

She held up her left hand to show a matching platinum band, "See, I got one too. I figured I'd still let you get me an engagement ring. But I picked these out…and look yours is engraved."

"Coffee please?" he read from the inside the ring.

"Yeah, if you want something piffy to engrave on mine, you can think of something and take it back to the jeweler."

"Lorelai," he said incredulously.

"Luke, we are married you have to have a ring. Now know you're not a big jewelry guy," she paused as Luke scoffed at her comment.

"But we're secretly married… if I go around wearing a ring Miss Patty will sniff us out in no time."

"Already thought of that," Lorelai smiled, and from the small gift bag Lorelai pulled out a chain. "Here," she looped Luke's new wedding ring on to the chain and clasped it around his neck. "This way we will wear our rings, but you can hide it under your layers and layers of clothes."

"Well, that means you will have to dress a little more conservatively to hide yours," Luke grinned.

"Well, I'm a married woman now I can't be turning every gentleman's eye."

Luke had to smile at the ring now hanging from his neck. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Luke took Lorelai in his arms, "So fight over?"

"Yeah, what's for dinner pookie?"

"Don't call me pookie."

"Okay apple honey."

"What is it with you and pet names?"

"Behave of you won't get dessert, husband," Lorelai nibbled on her husband's neck.

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The elder Gilmores had just sat down to dinner with their grand daughter Rory. What once was a weekly habit was now going go become a daily tradition for as long as Rory wanted. Emily was pleased with the arrangement, happy that Rory recognized she needed help, and that she trusted her grandparents enough to ask for it. Already she was more mature than her mother at the same age.

However, she didn't appreciate the doorbell ringing just as Carmina brought out the entrée. She looked towards the door and commented, "Who ever it is they should know better than to call during the dinner hour." Emily commanded, "Send them away Carmina."

Then suddenly, Lorelai appeared, "Hey mom, hope you don't mind I left my self in…"

Stunned silverware fell to expensive china, "Lorelai? Mom?" Emily and Rory said in unison. The maid stood nearby, looking nervous since she hadn't answered the door in time.

"Oh please don't get up, I'm not staying. I just wanted to give you all some news.." Lorelai stood behind the chair that was usually her designated seat, so everyone could see and hear her. She took a deep breath and attempted to steel herself for her impeding speech. "It really hurt that my own parents never really saw me. I have been alive for thirty odd years, nearly half of which was spent in this house, and you never wanted to accept me for who I was or the choices that defined who I was. However all this is moot, when what really hurt the most is when I did finally ask you for help there were always strings. I need money for Chilton? Have dinner with us every week. The one time I really needed you to back me up, all you did was stab me in the back. It's okay because I know why. You see Rory as the great white hope and you have to keep her close. So now she is now your responsibility. I've always respected her choices and she has chosen you. Here you go Mom and Dad, you get a second chance. You get a Gilmore who will live up to your every hope, dream, prayer, and whim."

"May I also say that it really hurt that my own daughter felt that she couldn't talk to me. For 20 years we could talk about anything and I do mean anything," she said, staring at Rory but trying to relay in her tone how no matter how Emily tried she will never understand Rory as well as Lorelai did. "However, now you feel you are up to making your own decisions and you have all these wonderful influences," she wavered and paused looking about the ornate world she left behind at seventeen before starting again, "like Logan and his charming father. It hurt that you couldn't even come to me, to let me know there was a problem with school, or with the internship or anything. You didn't give me a chance to let me offer help and advice that you in your own right could have refused. You didn't even give me the opportunity and you didn't even consult me when you dropped out of Yale, something that we worked and struggled for almost our entire lives. You shut me out Rory, gave up your dream, and that breaks my heart."

Then Lorelai addressed the room as a whole, antiques and the three stunned statues at the dinner table alike.

"Oh by the way, my final gift to everyone is news. I'm getting married to Luke and there is nothing you can say or do about it. You don't have to pitch in, you don't have to force a smile, and you don't even have to come if you don't want to be there. It's a done deal," Lorelai smiled thinking of how they eloped a few days ago and her wedding ring tucked beneath her shirt on its chain. "You don't even have to mention our names in this house ever again. You can just start over with Rory, your do over daughter. I know that's what you've always wanted anyway."

Lorelai was about to head out, when she stopped and turned back one final time to her mother, leaning in close to Emily's ear, "Mom I promise you that tonight I will have really, loud, passionate sex with Luke, probably multiple times. At it like rabbits, you know, so many times you will think we are trying to repopulate the entire planet all by ourselves, with little Danes' roaming around everywhere. My final gift to you will be more grand-children baring the name Danes. More grandchildren you will probably never know or understand. It may take a few months for them to incubate, but until then I'll just have to be patient." Lorelai gave everyone at the table a final look, pausing briefly at Rory, "Goodbye."

Lorelai sighed as the front door closed behind her, taking a moment to soak in what she just did. After awhile she climbed into the green truck and stated to her fiancé/husband combo, "Well, I can't ever go in there again."

"I don't even want to know what you said."

"In summary, I've decided that the best revenge is to be happy."

"And are you?"

"Yeah," she lied.

Luke knew she was lying and looked at her out of the corner of his eye, seeing the sadness that she was still not ready to admit. "I love you, Lorelai. I just hope you know what you are doing."

"Take me from this horrible place, never to return."

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After Lorelai's announcement no one felt much like eating so dinner was adjourned. Richard sat in his study, Emily said she was going to retire for the evening, but Rory knew they both were going to contemplate Lorelai's visit and her conversation, which left Rory alone in the pool house. She tried to watch TV, she tried to go to sleep, she tried to make a snack in the kitchen, and everything made her think of her mother.

Like a voice in her head, Lorelai was commenting on everything on her TV screen as summer reruns took over the schedule. They were episodes Lorelai and Rory had discussed with each other in depth when they first aired. The movie channels provided no solace since Lorelai and Rory had seen nearly every movie ever made together, good bad and in between. In the still and quiet of her bedroom Lorelai's goodbye to her family played over and over again. Finally, Rory decided to get up and make a midnight snack, but every food combination that she enjoyed she had made up with Lorelai, even though they weren't gourmets they knew what tastes good together through their years of experimenting with junk food.

Rory decided to try PB&J, figuring Lorelai rarely ate sandwiches since she hated having to assemble them. That's why she had Luke; he would fix her burgers, BLTs, whatever Lorelai wanted. It was that thought that had Rory throwing her knife on the kitchen island hard and she sinking on a stool to pout.

How could her mother tell her she was going to marry Luke, the love of her life, her soul mate, in such a mean way? How could she treat her only child and her best friend so callously? To inform Emily of their mating habits so graphically, it was cruel, it was low, and it wasn't fair!

Rory kicked the island, her arms crossed as she stared at the jar of gourmet peanut butter. She didn't like how things turned out. Perhaps if she had gone to her mother first with her problems maybe she would be staying in Stars Hollow. in her own room, with all of her stuff in a space that felt like home, instead of alone in an foreign pool house that she was still becoming accustomed to.

Then she would have been there when Lorelai came home from her date with Luke with the big news. Rory could see her mother's happy glowing expression, as they sat up all night on Rory's bed, revisiting every detail of how Luke popped the question. Over the summer, Rory would have helped her mother plan for the big day. It was the same excitement they had when Rory told Lorelai about her first kiss with Dean or how they were each bouncy and giddy meeting in the street at the end of her first year of Chilton, when Rory had news of her and Dean getting back together and Lorelai had news of Max's proposal.

Thinking about how happy her mother was when Max proposed Rory became afraid for Luke. What if Lorelai ran away from him? What if Lorelai had a commitment phobia freak out and Rory wasn't there to talk her down from the ledge? Lorelai seemed confident in her decision and her announcements that evening, but then again, she had the same confidence when talking about Max and her merging their lives together.

Rory had to do something, she had to warn Luke. After all he had done for her over the years she had to protect him from getting his heart broken by her evil mother. Rory was half way to the door of the pool house when she realize she was in her PJs, it was the middle of the night, and Luke was probably occupied with said evil mother. Plus she didn't want to deal with an inquisition from her grandparents when she returned.

She would wait, but soon she knew she should brave Stars Hollow and the stares of her former neighbors for Luke's sake.

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It's going to get worse before it gets better, (if it ever can be better again)

Watch at your own risk, you will always be welcome here, the comfort zone.

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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you NON POD Luke!
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