Michael awoke the following day with restored vigor. After going through three hours of Michel's "training" it felt good to have had the nap.

He soon found out that Lorelai, who he had met at the Swap Meet and the Town Meeting, was, in fact his boss. He felt they got along ok. Their taste in music was somewhat off but when it came to movies it was right on the money.

Michael had found the job, itself, interesting. The people he met were very nice and tipped very generously, however, Michael felt he treated them better than Michel and was tipped more handsomely; something Michel, sourly, called "beginner's luck".

Sookie, who he met the first night he had stayed here, was a very jolly person, he thought. A lot of her cooking was good, but Michael, because of his diet, always passed it up, much to her disappointment.

There was one person he hadn't met, who came by. Well he had, briefly.

Rory came in and was startled, seeing him.

"Whoa. Hi…" She looked at his name tag, "Michael. Nice to see you, again."

Michael smiled, "Under better terms, this time. Right?"

Rory nodded, "Too true. So, you're working here now?"

Michael nodded.

"Huh. Who would have thought? Paris' going to love this."

Michael grinned, "How is Miss. Snake tongue, anyway?"

Rory smiled, "Oh, she's well. Doyle, her boyfriend, is always making her life interesting."

Michael laughed, "I'll bet it's vice-versa, as well. Well, tell her if she feels like anymore sparring matches, she now knows where to find me."

Rory nodded, smiling, "Will do."

Lorelai, walking out of the kitchen, stopped as she saw the two of them sitting and chatting in the area. She then resumed walking inside, causing Michael to stand up straight, and at attention, after seeing her.

"At ease, soldier. Rory, could you join me in the kitchen?"

Rory nodded and said goodbye to Michael as she followed her mother inside.

Once inside, Lorelai took a deep breath.

"I think you should know. Miss Patty and her clan have their minds set on hooking the two of you up, so beware."

"What!" Rory said, shocked, while amused.

Lorelai nodded, "Straight from the Kirk's mouth. So, be careful talking with that guy, otherwise the locals might set your honeymoon up for you right away."

Rory laughed, "It's absurd. Everyone knows I'm dating Logan."

Lorelai shrugged, "What can I tell ya, kid. This town loves you and they aren't that thrilled with Logan right now."

Rory sighed, "Sometimes, I'm glad I'm at Yale. You know what the funny thing is? Michael likes Paris."

Lorelai widened her eyes, "Excuse me?"

Rory nodded.

"Wow. Is that boy in for a world of hurt! But, then again, he's really quite the contender for Paris." Lorelai said grinning.

"Should we sell ringside tickets?" Rory said, also grinning.

"Only if I get the cut on the T-shirt sales. Does Paris know?" Lorelai asked.

"He asked her out the day he met her." Rory replied.

"Wow. Well, I know she's already seeing someone, so that's good news. That'll mean we won't have to relive another Paris drama here."

Rory nodded.

Chapter Three: Wild Paris' can't be broken…or can they?

Emily Gilmore was pacing back and forth in her room. She was told by Richard to call up Lorelai and ask her if she could find out where Michael Truman was staying and invite him over for Friday night dinner. Richard was going to be out of town on business and he promised Emily he'd take over the second step into helping get Michael back together with his family.

Emily, however, was hesitant.

She had always welcomed the idea of having other people other than the immediate family, or Christopher, over for dinner but this dinner made her nervous. What was being asked of her, made her nervous. Nervous, because, there was a risk. The risk of losing Lorelai, again.

She held her thoughts to herself when Walter Truman had came over and laid out the plan with Richard and her. Being brought up to never voice her opinion when it wasn't necessary, Emily felt, though, that time, she probably should have.

This boy, Michael, was a lot like Lorelai. From what she understood, he was doing the exact same thing Lorelai had done to them twenty-one years ago.

Now, Emily was going to ask him to do something she knew he'd probably be against. The same way Lorelai would be against it.

And by asking him, she'd risk losing Lorelai out of spite.

Emily sighed. No matter how much this family meant to her, it was never going to be easy. The Gilmore's were stubborn, easily irritated, and sometimes ridiculous.

Picking up the phone, she dialed.

"Dragonfly Inn, Michel speaking."

"Hello, Michel. It's Emily Gilmore. Is my daughter available?"

"No, I'm sorry, she isn't. She and the ape-man, Luke is his name, are at lunch together. Shall I tell her you called?"

Emily sighed, "No. Tell her I'm coming over there and I'll be there soon."

"Very well." Michel replied and hung up.

Even though it was Saturday, Paris felt the need to go to campus and study.

Lately, having spent way too much time with Doyle than she wanted to, she felt like she needed another distraction.

That guy. That redheaded, slick, little, bastard was constantly on her mind. Hence the over time spending with Doyle, which Paris had always tried to avoid.

Her work on microbes and stem-cell research, for her Pre-Med work, was going so interesting to the point she caught herself staring absent-mindedly out the window.

You love Doyle, don't do this to yourself again. Don't do this to Doyle. You love Doyle…

Michael was rearranging the notes to hikers, when a woman came inside, looking around.

Michael immediately walked over to her.

"Hi, welcome to the Dragonfly Inn, my name is Michael, will you be staying with us tonight?"

The woman seemed to be taken back a little.

"Michael? Michael, who?" She asked.

"Michael Truman, ma'am." Michael replied.

This made the woman smile.

"Tell me, Michael, is my daughter Lorelai around?"

Michael nodded and led the elder Gilmore girl to the kitchen where Lorelai and Sookie were talking amongst themselves.

"Excuse me, Lorelai? Your mother's here." Michael said.

Lorelai's back was to them and she sighed loudly.

"You know, Michael, I really can't deal with her right now, tell her I'll meet her out near the horses."

"When should I expect you there, Lorelai?" Asked the woman.

Lorelai spun around and took a step back; "Wow, Mom. When did you get here?"

"Not too long ago. This nice, kind, young man helped me." She then looked at Michael and put his arm around hers as they walked out of the kitchen, followed closely by Lorelai.

"You know, it's rare to find pleasant men, such as yourself." Emily said, smiling her quintessential smile.

"Are you sure? Maybe the flea markets around here might turn something up." Michael said, grinning, which in turn also got a grin from Lorelai.

Not from Emily, however.

"Your humor aside, I would like to invite you over for Friday dinner, is that alright?"

Michael shrugged, "Yeah, that be okay. As long as I'm not working that night." Michael indicated to Lorelai.

Lorelai smiled, "No, I believe it'll be fine."

"Great, we'll see you around seven. Goodnight, Mr. Truman, see you at the dinner, Lorelai." Emily then left.

"See you, Mom." Lorelai lately responded. She then went over to Michael who was back behind the desk.

"Okay, out with it."

Michael shrugged, "I don't know what happened either. After hearing my last name she got really warm."

"Huh. You know, you don't HAVE to come. I'm sure me and Rory can make an excuse for you." Lorelai said.

Michael shook his head, "Nah, I don't want to stand out as an impolite person. Well, except for Taylor, but not to my boss' mother, Michel will never let me hear the end of it. It'll be fine."

"Alright, if you say so." Lorelai said and kept on looking at him as she went back into the kitchen.

Pulling outside of the Dragonfly Inn, Paris stood there in her car looking out at the Inn.

She had left the campus and had driven over here in an effort to get it out of her system, and to forget the whole thing entirely.

Now, she really felt that she should have consulted Rory on this than have drove here.

She sighed; Paris never knew what the appropriate step there was to take in any circumstance that wasn't associated with getting what she wanted in life. Well, that is, anything she wanted that wasn't revolved around love, that is.

The French guy came out and saw her then quickly turned back in, which prompted Paris to do the same.

This mind-numbing obsession had really put a strain on her. Better to leave now than turn it into something she wouldn't be able to handle.

With that thought in mind, Paris started her car and pulled out.

Friday night's dinner came and Michael, dressed in something borrowed from Michel, felt completely awkward.

He was standing near the elder Gilmore's door entrance with Lorelai, who also looked uncomfortable, both trying to find some sane reason for being there.

Michael thought that this would be a good chance to meet new people and maybe get involved with Lorelai's family which would lead Michael closer to her daughter's friend, Paris.

This was sleazy, Michael, knew, but if he didn't do this then he'd have to resort to something he never wanted to do.

Lorelai rang the doorbell.

"Hear that? That's the bell to the gates of hell, so be prepared."

The maid, who was short and blonde with a mousy haircut, answered the door.

"Boy, Lucifer has really changed his ways." Michael grinned, which got a return grin from Lorelai.

The maid took their jackets and led them in to where Mrs. Gilmore was.

"Michael, Lorelai, welcome. Michael what do you usually drink?" Emily asked.

Michael shrugged, "I guess a Manhattan, will be fine."

Lorelai sighed, "You know what I'll have, Mom."

Emily nodded and had the both of them sit while she prepared the drinks.

Michael looked around the house and smiled, the whole place bringing back less than favorable memories.

Emily handed him his drink and then sat on the otherside from the two.

"So, Michael. How do you like Stars Hallow?"

"Well, it's cleaner than New York, people are somewhat nicer. It's good." Michael replied.

"You know, Hartford is also a lot better than New York." Emily said.

"Yeah, but the muggings are higher." Quipped Lorelai.

Michael smiled, "So, I've heard."

"It has beautiful sites and it's near very prestigious places like Yale, for example. Did you know Lorelai's daughter, attends Yale?" Emily asked.

Michael suddenly found himself interested in the conversation and he turned to Lorelai, "Really?"

Emily nodded, "She does."

Michael took a drink, "Does her friends do, as well?"

Emily seemed a little surprised by the question. "Why yes, they do. Do you know her friends?"

Michael smiled, "Just one. I'm curious Mrs. Gilmore, was this invitation was to get me to move to Hartford?"

Lorelai smiled as she waited for her mother's reply.

Just then, the maid came in.

"Mrs. Gilmore, the dinner's ready."

"Wonderful." Replied Emily.

As they went in, Lorelai asked her mother the same question.

"No. I'm just curious, that's all." Emily said as she sat down.

After dinner, and waiting for the desserts to come, Emily decided this would be the best time to ask the question.

"You know, Michael, Richard and I have known someone you know for quite some time."

Michael shook his head; "I knew it."

Lorelai looked at him, "Knew what?"

Michael looked at her. "My father, Walter Truman, used to live around here. Now, he's rounding up the head hunters to get me back on his "path to greater destiny"."

Lorelai looked at her mother, "Mom. Is that what this dinner's about?"

Emily sighed, "Michael, your father obviously cares about you and wants you to be happy. There's nothing insidious about him wanting you to come back to live with him. He heard New York didn't turn out the way you wanted and he offering you a home and a chance to get back on your feet again, that's all."

Lorelai looked at her mother, shaking her head; "Wonders never cease."

Emily hadn't heard her and was more focused to see what Michael's response would be.

Michael sighed. He had really hoped he had escaped his father's clutches all these years. It was probably that damn private investigator, Ron, who had been following him since Idaho. Michael thought he had given him the slip when he was in Kentucky, judging by tonight's question, he guess he didn't. Mrs. Gilmore was expecting an answer at first Michael thought he had one to give, and now…

"Tell my father if he wants to talk to me, he can reach me at the Dragonfly Inn, I won't go any further than that."

This made Emily smile and feel content while Lorelai seemed distracted by the carrot cake that was laid out before them.

Sitting inside Luke's Diner on the particularly cold Saturday, Rory sat at a counter with her head in a book, until Taylor approached her.

"Why Rory, hi there! How are you today?"

Rory, a little surprised smiled politely, "I'm fine, Taylor."

"Great. Say, how are you and that boy are doing? What's his name, Loogie? Lucy?" Taylor stumbled.

"Logan, Taylor, his name's Logan."

"That's right, is everything okay? I've heard quite the shocking tales on the boy."

Rory sighed as she set her book aside, "Everything's fine Taylor. In fact more than fine. I hear one of his friend's is helping him pick out a ring for me."

Taylor could tell she was lying but knew she wasn't going to budge.

"Well sounds good. Enjoy your book dear." Taylor then went back to the table that Miss Patty and Babette were at.

A couple seconds later Lorelai came in and sat down across from her.

"Hi, sorry I'm late, anything interesting happened?"

Rory sighed, "Taylor had his chance today to use his "magic" on me, I think I can expect Babette around three."

Luke came by the table and gave Lorelai a quick kiss, "Hey, girls. Coffee?"

Both nodded.

"So, Lorelai, how's that new guy working out?" Luke asked.

Lorelai took a sip of her coffee before answering; "Good. Better than good, actually. I've been given huge heaps of compliments about our concierges because of him."

Luke than asked them what they wanted and then departed back to the kitchen.

Rory drank her coffee then looked at her mother. "So, how was Friday's dinner, I'm sorry I couldn't come."

Lorelai shrugged, "It was fine. Found out something about Michael that surprised me. He's actually pretty wealthy."

Rory almost choked on her coffee; "What?"

Lorelai nodded, "His father is Walter Truman. Michael, like me, ran away from home at sixteen and moved to New York. Apparently, his father's been hunting him down and recently found out about him moving to Stars Hallow and enlisted the help of the Gilmore's to bring him back."

"Well, if he's anything like you, he'll tell them no, right?" Rory asked.

Lorelai shrugged, again; "I don't know. He told Emily that he'd agree to meet his father at the Dragonfly."

Just then Babette came by.

"Hey, Rory, dear, how ya doin, sweetheart?"

Later that evening, Michael stood inside the Dragonfly Inn calmly waiting for his father. Who arrived later than planned.

Michael took a deep breath when his father walked in and hugged him.

Walter took a step back and looked at his son, "You're thin."

"Wow. That's one hell of a hello, I've ever heard." Michael replied.

"You really should come over so your mother can make you meals, son." Walter replied as the two sat down.

Walter looked around the area; "This is a nice place. Lorelai has done well for herself, despite the obvious."

"I could do this too, you know. Make my life better but still on my terms." Michael said giving his father a look.

Walter shook his head, "You need something better, Michael. You're a Truman. A Truman needs education and ground to stand on."

"So, you've told me, at least a dozen times, when I was growing up." Michael sighed.

"Why do you insist on being so stubborn? Is what we want for you so terrible?"

Michael shook his head, "No, it's not. I just don't feel like being apart of the real-estate game, like you. It's not me. I've told you before that I want to become a writer and I stick by that."

Walter sighed, "You know you need education and a damn fine one. Otherwise people will turn you out."

Michael nodded, "I know. That's the reason why I've agreed to meet with you."

Walter leaned forward.

Michael took another deep breath, "I want to go to Yale. I know you have all the ties to make that possible. In exchange to going to Yale, I'll agree to spend dinner's with you and Mom."

"But where will you live?" Walter asked.

Michael smiled, "Stars Hallow. I like this place, a lot, in fact, and I don't see myself anywhere else."

Walter stood up and paced and then sighed, "Alright, then. I'm happy to here you want the finest education on the East Coast. After all, I went to Yale. It'll be nice that you do the same. As for dinners, that'll make your mother happy and will see you regularly. As for living here, I'm against it. Maybe, in time, you'll see that this place isn't fit for you."

Michael stood up and shook his father's hand, "Maybe, but for now it'll do."

Walter nodded and then left.

It had been three weeks since Paris had thoughts about that vagrant and she was content to never think about it anymore. What with the paper and her classes, she was content about not letting this get to her. On her way to the mess hall, she stopped, remembering that she needed to ask Rory about the deadline. Doubling back, she walked in on a new session of the new introduction of potential writers who had to wear paper hats, a thing Rory decided to carry on even though Doyle had subjected her to it.

Paris grinned an evil smile seeing these fledgling writers, all of whom had faces of horror at the fact that they had to wear these until they had been selected positions on the paper.

As Paris was walking to where Rory was situated, a hand grabbed her by the arm.

Her Krav Magra, instincts kicking in, Paris put her hand on her attacker's head and forced him down to the ground. She then wheeled around and placed her foot against his neck.

Looking down, she saw something that made her heart stop.

Michael looked up at her, grinning.

Rory, amidst the onlookers made her way and pushed Paris off of him.

"Paris! What are you doing? Are you okay Michael?"

Rory helped him up and Michael retrieved his fedora paper hat.

"Never better." He replied

Seeing that everything was better, Rory went back to a layout artist about the cover, leaving Paris staring at Michael.

"Howdy do." Michael said tipping his hat off to Paris.

"How did you get in here, huh? Are you begging for bus tokens or is Yale taking every loser it can find who has a 3.0 average, nowadays."

Michael smiled, "You still need to work on those insults, kiddo. Start talking more like Sandra Berhard and less like Jeannine Garafalo."

Paris was so mad, she was shaking, thoughts in her head going at a mile a second. She exhaled a breath of air and then turned around and started walking.

Michael called to her, "Paris."

She turned around and yelled, "What?!"

In all her years, Paris could never have imagined what had came next. Michael took three steps toward her, put hand around her neck and drew her in for an abrupt kiss.

Outside, waiting with two coffees, Doyle watched the entire event. Neither saying anything or doing anything, Doyle turned around and walked away.

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A/N: Tell me what you guys think on how this is going.

A/N II: Loyalty is the key issue of this particular story and if Paris can abide by it.

Q-n-P