I know that some of the references are out of date but that's because I wrote this a while ago and just haven't gotten around to posting it.
"Ah man's four least favorite words."
"Well actually it was five."
"Ok so talk." But the confidence that Lorelai had before was now drained from her, she hesitated. "Something did happen at that stupid meeting. You can tell me."
"Well they attacked me."
"Like crazy townspeople with pitchforks attack?"
"No like, how could you do this to Rory attack. And they all seemed really disappointed in me and unhappy with this."
"With what?"
"This!" Lorelai pointed to herself and then Logan. "Us! They don't like it!" Logan began to get angry.
"Well screw them."
"No Logan." Logan's face fell. "The more they talked the more I understood. Our relationship is far from normal, in fact it think it's far from healthy. And how can I do this to Rory?"
"Ok, addressing each of your points. First of all normal is overrated. Second I haven't felt this healthy in years. And last, you aren't doing anything to Rory. It's already been done. And continuing this relationship is not doing anything more to her."
"That's where we disagree because I think that by continuing this it's telling her that I would choose you over her."
"That's ridiculous! Rory's more rational than that!"
"Is she? Did you live with her through her crazy boy faze? Or the let me see how many colors I can dye my hair faze? No because if you were you would know that at times Rory can be far from rational. And I'm talking from the sun to Pluto far." Logan chose to ignore the point of her words instead latching onto an argument that he knew he could win.
"Pluto isn't a planet."
"Well neither is the sun." Logan sighed, so much for that.
"So Rory's not rational, but she will come around. I know that."
"When Rory was in second grade a kid knocked her perfect solar system model off the science fair table, breaking it into a thousand pieces."
"Your point?"
"The last time she visited me, minus the whole her finding out time, she saw him at the diner. He smiled politely and waved and you know what she did? She walked right over to his table and shoved his food to the ground."
"Well I guess I can't win then. You clearly know your daughter much better than I do! Happy now? But this isn't about her. This is about us."
"Logan…" Lorelai didn't really know what to say to him. She dropped her head so that she was facing the floor. "I don't really think there can be an us anymore."
"Are you breaking up with me?" Logan didn't sound really surprised. Lorelai nodded to the ground. She followed the line of the hardwood floor as silence filled the room. "Look at me and tell me!" Logan finally said.
"We're over Logan! I can't do this anymore. I don't think it's right." Lorelai was now facing him and breathing a little heavier than normal.
"That's all I needed to hear. I'll go now." Logan put his jacket on and walked out the door, but he had some parting words. "Call me when you finally get the townspeople out of your head." He slammed the door a little harder than necessary and moments later Lorelai heard the sound of his engine turning over and gravel crunch as he drove off. That was two men in her life, gone. Lorelai got her keys and her purse and was even in the car, prepared to go after him when she realized how desperate that would seem. She couldn't do that to him or to herself. So she drove to the only place she could think to go.
"Hello Lorelai." Paris opened the door to let Lorelai in. "I haven't seen you around here in a long time."
"Yeah." Lorelai tried to force a smile, but deserted the attempt after realizing that her face just wouldn't smile.
"I think Rory's in her room."
"Thanks." Lorelai padded across the floor to the bedroom door. She glanced behind her at Paris, whose eyes were locked on Lorelai, clearly in need of entertainment. If she stuck around long enough she just might get some in the form of a wrestling smackdown. Thinking that she had come all this way for a reason, Lorelai raised her fist and knocked on the door.
"Come in Paris." Lorelai wavered a bit and then pushed the door in. "Paris if you could make this quick…" Rory stopped as she turned and noticed who it really was.
"Surprise?" Lorelai sounded like it was more of a surprise to her that she was standing in the bedroom.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" Rory spun around from the mirror to face her mother.
"I came to talk."
"I thought I made it pretty clear that I didn't want to talk."
"Rory please just listen to me…"
"I don't think so mom." Rory spat the last word out. "See now that I live on my own I don't have to listen to you anymore. And it also means that I get the pleasure of doing this, get out!" Rory held the door open for her.
"Rory just listen!"
"No! I've heard enough from you to last a lifetime. Now I have to get ready for a date so go!"
"With who?" Lorelai tried to steer the topic toward familiar territory.
"Marty, but that's really none of your business. So get out." Lorelai looked at her daughter, pleading with her eyes but Rory stared back stony faced. Then Lorelai walked out of the door, shaking her head and wondering how she had raised such a vindictive daughter. Rory slammed the door and seconds later angry rock music could be heard blasting from behind the door.
"If you want someone to talk to I've got time," Paris offered. Lorelai shook her head and then glided out the front door. "That makes me want to call my mother," Paris mumbled to herself.
"Ah sweetie what's wrong?" Sookie asked Lorelai when she walked in the following Monday.
"Nothing, I just haven't had my coffee yet." Lorelai walked over to the pot. "Great it's empty. How come we never have any damn coffee in this place! Are you all inept!" she hollered at the staff. "Can no one fill a pitcher, pour in some beans and then press the damn button?"
"Lorelai! Have a seat. I'll make some coffee."
"I'm sorry." Lorelai put her head in her hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything. I didn't mean to yell. I just want my coffee."
"I'm making it right now." Sookie held up the beans to show Lorelai, as if she was a small child. "So are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Honey I've never seen someone get so worked up over coffee. I mean even with the addiction you have you've never been like that. So the way I see it you're either pregnant or something's wrong."
"Those are my options? Pregnant or depressed?"
"Well…" Sookie poured the coffee and handed it to Lorelai.
"Bless you!" Lorelai took a long sip from the coffee. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Sookie was giving Lorelai an odd look.
"I'm waiting."
"For what? Heather Mills to lose her leg on Dancing With the Stars because I assure you we're all waiting for that."
"No. Although I am kind of waiting for that, I'm also waiting for you to tell me what's wrong."
"I told you it's just my coffee addiction is all. I was going through withdrawal pains." But Sookie continued to stare at her. "Don't you have something to stir or sauté?"
"Ok, but you aren't leaving this kitchen until you tell me." Sookie turned and began to add paprika to a sauce. After about five minutes she heard a slosh followed by sobs. She turned and saw Lorelai, head on arms, sobbing, her mug tipping in her hand. Sookie grabbed a rag and shoved it at the nearest staff member, ordering him to clean up the mess and then went over to Lorelai. She took the mug from Lorelai's fingers and sat it safely on the counter, so that the remaining scorching liquid did not pour on Peter's head. "Shhh….shhh…" Sookie tried to comfort Lorelai, putting her arms around her the best she could with her extremely large stomach. Finally after a few moments, Lorelai's sobs slowed, but they were still there. "So are you still sticking to the story of withdrawal?"
"Yes," Lorelai whimpered and the small child analogy was more prevalent than ever.
"Try again." Sookie rubbed Lorelai's arm.
"Logan and I broke up."
"Did that little bastard dump you! Oh I don't care if I'm seven months pregnant I'll kick his ass from here to Timbuktu." Sookie had pulled back.
"I broke up with him."
"Oh." Sookie was confused. "Well if you broke up with him then why are you crying?"
"Because I didn't want to break up with him." Lorelai began to sob harder than before.
"Not following."
"The...town...hated…us…so I dumped…him…and…now... I...have...no…one... and...I'm…going to die…aloooone!" Lorelai said in between sobs.
"It's ok sweetie!" Sookie wrapped her arms around Lorelai while attempting to shoo the staring kitchen staff away with her hands. "Maybe you should take the rest of the day off." Lorelai nodded and then Sookie helped her to the front door.
"Where is she going?" Michel called from behind the front desk.
"She's going home," Sookie explained, still helping a sobbing Lorelai to her car. Michel followed them out the front door.
"When I had tickets to a Celine Dion concert I was not allowed to leave work early, but now that Lorelai cries she gets to go home well that is not fair."
"Michel," Sookie stage whispered to him. "I half expect her to pull out the razor blade and start cutting her wrist…"
"All the more reason for her to stay here where we can watch her."
"Michel as co owner of this inn I am demanding that she goes home, end of story." Sookie had now gotten Lorelai into the car.
"Fine! I'm going to go hang myself with a bed sheet, don't disturb me."
"Just don't use the good bed sheets." Michel walked back into the inn, still grumbling to himself. "You going to be ok to drive?" Lorelai nodded, her sobs had at least stopped. "Ok well you go home and get some rest, call if you need anything." Sookie waved as Lorelai drove down the road and then Sookie turned to go back into the inn.
Rory's phone rang. She sighed and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey Rory it's Sookie."
"Oh hi Sookie! How are things with you?" Rory held the phone between her shoulder and ear as she slid shoes on.
"They're fine with me, but the reason I'm calling is your mom. She's real bad sweets. I think you should come down here…"
"Sorry Sookie, but I don't think that's going to happen. She's not the only one hurting."
"Rory this should be bigger than your little fight."
"It wasn't little. We're talking World War III here."
"But Ro…" at that time Rory heard a knock at her door.
"Sorry Sookie but I have to go. Send me pictures when the baby comes! Bye!" Rory hung up the phone and threw it on the couch. She ran to the door and opened it. "Hey!"
"Hey," Marty smiled at her. He leaned down and gave her a quick peck. "Ready to go?" Rory looked back into her apartment as the phone rang.
"Yeah," she said and the ringing was muffled by the door as she shut it.