-1Title: Awakening

Author: Kenora H. Saul

Pairing: L/L

Rating: T

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Author's Note: It's been a year and a half since I touched this story, but I got a sudden inspiration, hence my update, hope you like it and that you review it. Thanks to all those who reviewed in the past and I hope you're still around to review now.

A whole month had passed since Lorelai had been in a coma, it was now Oct. 21, 1992 and Luke came to sit by her bedside faithfully every night for three hours. He held her hand and talked about his day. He hadn't talked to Rachel since the day after the accident.

She'd shown up to Lorelai's room, taken one look at the pale individual in the bed and complained that Lorelai had hurt herself deliberately.

Luke had personally escorted her out of the room and to the elevator and told her to stay away from him and Lorelai. He'd threatened her with an inquiry into Lorelai's accident and that had shut her up.

He pulled his baseball hat off his head and rubbed his eyes, willing the tears to abate until he'd left. He couldn't help it though, with all the shit he'd been through in the last month.

His biggest worry and nightmare was that Lorelai would never wake up again. Just to hear her voice one more time, the musical lilt of it, to watch her head tilt to the side as she tried to get her point across, watching her use her hands to emphasize her points.

He buried his head in his hands and gave into a silent cry, a few tears leaked out of his hands and softly fell on her cheek. Through the blur of his tears, he froze when he thought he saw her hand move slightly on his knee.

Wiping his eyes clear, he watched her for a second. Feeling his hope deflate, he turned to look out the window. His mind wandered onto the times that he and her parents had crossed paths. They came every morning to see her.

Her father would hold her hand and read her the paper and her mother would stand by the window and look outside as if looking for answers.

Releasing her hand, so he could leave to go to the lavatory. He stopped when he heard a soft sigh. Looking down at her, he watched the slight ripple of movement as she swallowed. Her fingers started to move slowly and then seemed to dance across the sheets lightly as if tracing a pattern.

"Lorelai, can you hear me?" Luke whispered in her ear.

Her brow furrowed in response and then smoothed out. Her lips opened slightly and a soft breath exhaled.

"Luke." Her shallow whisper emerged.

Luke feverishly pressed the call button for the nurse, he took her hand in his and lightly kissed it reverently with his soft lips.

A white clad woman bustled into the room. "Yes?"

"I think she's waking up," Luke said.

"Ok, let me check," the nurse checked all Lorelai's vitals.

"I think you're right, something seems to have jostled her out of her deep sleep." The nurse smiled up at him.