Let me reiterate that I am a Luke/Lorelai girl one hundred percent. But this is fanfiction and there are so many Luke/Lorelai stories out there that I wanted to do something different. And I am sort of doing this for the shock factor.

Lorelai woke up the next morning to birds chirping outside her window. She rubbed her eyes and as she sat up a blanket fell off of her. She looked around, she was in her living room but she couldn't remember why. Then with a groan, the past day's events came back to her. Michel's teasing, the fight with Luke, the disgust on the faces of all the customers. Lorelai half wanted to pull the blanket back over her and hide from the world. But then she heard something at her door. With extreme déjà vu, Lorelai got up and grabbed her umbrella again. The scraping continued at her door and Lorelai made a mental note to get a new lock. Then the door swung open and Lorelai held her umbrella up.

"What are you doing?!" Logan demanded of her.

"Nothing."

"Going to Mar…" but Logan didn't finish his sentence because Lorelai put her hand over his mouth.

"Don't finish that sentence." She put her hand down and then laid the umbrella on the table.

"If I knew you were going to be this testy I wouldn't have come back." Lorelai gave him a look. "Kidding." He walked towards her and pulled her to him. "There's nothing that could keep me away." And with that he kissed her and all Lorelai's qualms about their relationship fell away.

"Coffee," Lorelai said as she pushed him away.

"What?"

"Well you see I can't be the brilliant and beautiful woman that you know and love without my daily jolt." Lorelai walked into the kitchen and began pouring beans into her coffee maker.

"Ah yes the infamous Gilmore addiction. I remember all the times that I had to take Rory out to get coffee." Lorelai stopped pouring when she heard her daughter's name mentioned. She thought she was over the fight, but she was suddenly blinking back tears. She poured more beans into the maker and then with shaky hands she filled it with water and turned it on. But she had put too much in and the maker began to hiss at her. Lorelai hit it once, but it continued to hiss.

"Give me my coffee damn it!" Lorelai began to beat the maker repeatedly. Suddenly Logan's hands grabbed hers.

"Hey, hey." He wrapped his arms around her. "You miss her don't you?" Lorelai tried to speak, but all she could do was nod her head. "I know it's hard." Lorelai began to cry for what felt like the hundredth time in the past two days. Logan stroked her hair. "It's ok," he repeated over and over. Finally Lorelai's sobs slowed and she pulled away from him. Logan wiped her eyes with his thumb. "How about we go out for coffee?" Lorelai hesitated and Logan noticed. "We can take separate cars and I promise to walk exactly five steps behind you."

"No, it's fine. The town's just going to have to get used to it. I'm dating you and that's that."

"Well where did this new found confidence come from?" Logan looked impressed.

"If everyone knew why the Mona Lisa was smiling would it be nearly as appealing?" Logan laughed.

"My aren't we…cultural."

"I need coffee."

"Yes maam." Logan saluted her and then led her to his car.

They drove by Luke's. Lorelai peeked in the window and saw Luke taking orders. He looked up and Lorelai suddenly wished she was in a less noticeable car. Of course his eyes immediately went to the only Porsche on the road and then to the people in it. First he took in Logan in the driver's seat and then he noticed Lorelai. They made eye contact and he tried to give his most disapproving look. Lorelai ducked her head and then mumbled to Logan.

"I don't think we should go to Luke's."

"Well then where do you propose we go?"

"Take a left up here."

The whispers started as soon as Logan and Lorelai entered the pink laced bakery. Determined not to falter in her newfound confidence, Lorelai grabbed Logan's hand. Logan seemed to sense why she had done this and gave a reassuring smile. The two of them walked up to the counter and waited for Sheila to come to take their order. When she turned around, Lorelai saw the surprise in her face as she quickly looked over the two of them, noting their joined hands. But she quickly composed herself and tried to make her face look as blank as possible. "Hello Lorelai." Lorelai immediately noticed that she was colder than usual. Normally Sheila never referred to Lorelai by name, always "dear" or "sweetie".

"Hello Sheila."

"What can I get you…two?" Sheila shot Logan a look and he smiled back. Sheila turned her gaze back to Lorelai.

"Well I would like to order two coffees. One for me and one for my boyfriend." Sheila gave a nod and then walked to the back to get the coffee.

"Nice word choice there," Logan whispered to her. She smiled.

"Well I thought if they were going to be mad at me I might as well have some fun with it. I mean did you see how many shades of purple her face turned. Must have been at least twenty. I think next time I'll shoot for thirty." She stifled her giggle as Sheila returned with two cups. Lorelai handed her the money and Sheila shoved the cups at her. "Oh no these are to go cups, we're going to drink them here." Lorelai looked at Logan and she could tell that he was trying not to laugh. Sheila grimaced and then poured the coffee into mugs

"Anything else?" she asked, sounding if she'd much rather not get them anything else.

"That's it thanks." Lorelai smiled and then she and Logan walked to the nearest table.

"What do you wanna bet she poisoned our coffee?" Logan asked Lorelai as he sat down opposite her. Lorelai stared into the depths of her cup before she took a sip.

"Tastes ok to me."

"Well we should write a note just in case. That way if we die everyone will know who did it." Logan sipped his coffee. Lorelai looked around the bakery. Each time she turned it seemed someone turned their head in the opposite direction, to avoid eye contact. Clearly people wanted to keep their disapproval to themselves. Or at least they didn't want Lorelai to know about it because it seemed as if they had no trouble discussing it in a whisper with the others at their table. Lorelai shook her head and then leaned across the table to kiss Logan.

"Ah," Rory sighed contently as she sipped her coffee. "A little piece of heaven. Thanks." She smiled at Marty and then walked over to the nearest picnic table. Marty followed her and sat beside her.

"I'd forgotten how addicted to coffee you were." Rory smiled as she continued to sip her coffee.

"I can't believe you'd forgotten that about me. It's one of my more endearing qualities."

"It's certainly not the only one." Rory flushed a bit and Marty took a nervous sip of his coffee, sorry that he had voiced that thought. A couple passed, holding hands. Rory sipped her coffee. "Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?" Rory liked to think that she was over the whole Logan break up, but there was no denying the truth.

"Sure." Rory stood up and followed Marty.

Marty pushed open the door and held it open for Rory. She walked into a dingy apartment. It was dark, the only light coming from a lamp that Marty had just switched on. The couch had a hole in the side and stuffing was beginning to come out. A tiny television stood on a small end table in front of the couch. But other than that the apartment was sparsely furnished. "Welcome to chateau Marty."

"Now this is more what I pictured you living in."

"What, a crap shack?"

"No, a…well loved apartment." Marty laughed and then took Rory's coat, draping it across the back of the couch. Rory walked over and situated herself on the couch, Marty sitting beside her. They sat in awkward silence for a moment.

"So have you talked to your mom, since that night?" Marty asked as if he was continuing a conversation from before.

"What?"

Marty seemed a little bit more flustered this time. "Have you," cough. "Have you umm talked to your mom since." Throat clearing. "Since that night when I found you well crying."

"No."

"Do you think you might talk to her again?"

"Why does it matter?"

"I just don't like to see you like this." Rory smiled at him.

"I'm fine. I just feel a little betrayed."

"Well that's totally understandable given the situation."

"I never thought that she would do something like this to me. I mean normal mothers wouldn't even do this to their daughters and well we have something different. Something more you know. So I thought of all mothers she wouldn't do this to me. And we tell each other everything. So I don't know I thought that she would have told me if she was attracted to Logan even if it was a little awkward. And then when I saw them together I thought that she would try to deny that anything happened, and I probably would have believed her. I mean not truly but I would have accepted it because I would want to believe her. But she just admitted it to my face and then she tried to make me feel bad for her. After what she did to me you know." Rory had started to cry and she put her head on Marty's shoulder. He put his arm around her.

"How about we watch some TV ok?" She mumbled a weak mmhmm and Marty turned the TV on, flipping through channels until he found some old eighties program on. The two of them watched it as Rory began to drift to sleep.

"And you know the worst thing?" she muttered groggily. "After all she did to me, I still miss talking to her."

"I know you do, I know you do." Marty pulled her closer and that's how she fell asleep; her head on his shoulder and his comforting arm around her shoulder.

I know that most of this story is really out of character for Lorelai, but you must realize that her only daughter is graudating from college. She's going through changes. She thinks she's getting old. So she's bound to have crazy emotional issues. Please review, even if you don't like the story. I love to get feedback. Plus I've decided not to update until I get at least five reviews on this chapter. (Just because I'm evil like that)