The Gilmore-Grey Union

Book III: The Homecoming

By Michael Weyer

POV: Amy

What the hell am I doing?

I'm standing in the foyer of Vincent's new in-laws after a blow-up argument and I'm kissing my CSO.

Why am I doing this? We did this once before, years ago, and we agreed it was a mistake, a huge mistake.

So why am I doing it now? And why does it feel so right?

We break apart as soon as we kiss. We just stand there, staring at each other and he at least looks as thrown by this as I am. He backs up and turns away. "Bruce, wait," I begin.

"Judge Grey…I think I should leave."

"Bruce, we have to…"

"Judge Grey….Can we just…put this aside for now?"

"Bruce, you can't just ignore what we did."

"I can try."

"Bruce…"

He turns to me and shakes his head. "We've been this way before, Judge Grey. I…We can't do this. It's not right for our jobs or our families. It's just going to cause problems so we're better off-----"

"Ignoring how we feel?" I ask intently. "Bruce, if there's one thing I've learned in this family, that strategy really doesn't work well for very long."

"Judge Grey, I…respect you too much to put your career in jeopardy."

Respect? Is that all he really has? I sure as hell didn't feel respect in that kiss just now. I want to talk to him more but he turns and marches right out the door, leaving me standing there, trying to figure out just what the hell happened.

"Well, that was interesting." I turn to see Lorelai standing by the stairs with a slightly bemused look on her face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to turn voyeur but that's probably the most action this house has seen in years and hoo boy was that a visual I didn't want."

I rub my head. "Lorelai, what just happened wasn't what it looked like."

"Really? Funny, I was getting a vibe off you two for a while, all during dinner. It kinda reminded me of me and Luke to tell the truth."

I raise an eyebrow. "I think there's a slight difference between Luke and Bruce."

"Yeah, like how he doesn't seem to have a handle on your first name," she notes. "That can be a bit trying for a relationship. It'd be hell for Madonna or Cher."

I can't help but smile. I'm really starting to like her, despite any problems we're having with the families. "Maybe. Right now, it's just…complicated."

She looks at me, that smile fading a little bit. "How long have you known him?"

"Six years."

"You trust him?"

"More than anyone outside the family."

She nods carefully. "If you want my advice…and I'm probably going to give it to you anyway because that's just the sort of annoying person I am…Go find him."

I blink at that. "Excuse me?"

"Go after him, Amy. Don't care right now about the consequences, just take the opportunity as you can. Believe me, I had so many opportunities with Luke and I didn't take them. We could have been together years ago but I kept letting it slide. And when we did get together, we still had a lot of problems. I believe you've met one by the name of Emily."

I shake my head as I brush my hair back. "It's not like that with Bruce."

"You sure?" She presses. "Cause it sure seemed that way from the kiss I just saw." She moves in. "Look, Amy. I love my daughter. I know my daughter. And despite what you may think, I'm getting the feeling that this may not be the temporary union our mothers hope it is. Which means we're going to be seeing more of each other."

"And?" I ask, wondering where this is going.

"And," she goes on. "As a new family member, my advice to you is do what you think is going to make you happy. Trust me, Amy, you may get more than one shot at happiness but it won't matter if you keep missing it."

I bite my lip. "It's…I mean…it's Bruce. He's such a good friend."

"So was Luke," Lorelai replies with that nice smile of hers. "Sometimes…that's just the perfect guy for you." She leans in to rub my shoulder. "So maybe it's time you took that chance yourself."

She turns to walk out, leaving me to my thoughts. Bruce? I don't care what's she saying, it's too much. Bruce, the guy who's always there for me, who I see every day, who I…

I…

I race out the door and see him unlocking his car. "Bruce!" I yell out as I race to him.

He turns, frowning. "Judge Grey."

I grab him and I kiss him, longer than before. It takes him a moment before he answers back. It feels so right. I don't care about the job or gossip or families or any of that. All I care about is how it feels so right kissing him.

It feels more right when he kisses me.

And it feels more right than anything when we go to his place and make love that night.

It's just one right night over all. You can't find fault with that.