Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Gilmore Girls

A/N: hmm, a little bit of a quick look at life with the girls. I have not abandoned this story, I've just been writing other things lately. Blame my muse—I actually have a lot of ideas for this story…they just don't get done.

"Ow," Lorelai groaned, "Remind me what insanity made me come up with this?"

Buffy giggled softly as she quickly pushed her needle through the cloth and back up again.

"We're freaking Rory out?"

"Oh, yeah. Ooh, so how does my lace look," the older woman pushed her chest out to indicate the lace tucker that was barely visible.

"Entirely scandalous. How's your finger?"

Lorelai sucked on the injured digit and pouted, "I'm fine. This is why I like sewing machines. Me and needles are not friends." Buffy's aunt leaned over to look at her cloth, "What the hell, how do you do that?"

Buffy smiled as she looked at the stitching she'd done. The beginnings of a crescent moon hidden by clouds.

"Home-ec in eighth grade we did samplers nearly everyday," Buffy groaned.

In truth that class had come in handy only a year later. Being called as the slayer tended to have a need for the know how in sewing. Both with wounds and ripped clothing.

"I don't care if you took twenty home-ec classes. Nobody gets that good that fast!"

Buffy blushed, "Alright, I dabbled with making my own clothing after that Christmas."

"Ah-ha," Lorelai smirked triumphantly. "Where is that child of mine?"

"Lying in a ditch somewhere," Buffy asked casually as she went back to her stitchery.

"Meh," Lorelai shrugged as she poked her fabric with the offending needle. "Then we can go clubbing!"

Buffy shook her head, "Nope, we'd be in Texas meeting cowboys!"

Lorelai moaned a little before wiping her chin off, "Drool."

Buffy froze and her ears pricked up, "Shh, I think I hear Rory."

That was all the time the pair needed to return to prim and proper ladies.

The front door opened, "Mom, Buffy, I'm home!"

"We're in the sitting room," Lorelai called attempting to hold the British accent.

Rory shed her coat and backpack as one, letting them fall to the floor with a thump.

"Mom, what are—oh my god," Rory stared openly.

Buffy and Lorelai rose simultaneously and curtsied elegantly—well, Buffy did, Lorelai attempted one but shook her head at her muscles protest.

"Screw it, why can't chicks just bow?"

Buffy gasped, "That would be indecent."

"Oh yeah, little Ms. Propriety over here," Lorelai snorted as she flopped onto the couch.

Rory licked her lips slowly, "So does one of you want to explain why there's a pair of women on the couch dressed like they just walked out of 1820?"

"1812," Buffy and Lorelai corrected.

"Well," Lorelai continued at her daughters confusion, "Tonight, we're cheering up Buffy. You're dress is in your room, shoo. And when you come back, you should have the manners of a lady."

Rory rolled her eyes but walked down the hall to her room, "Wait, but how am I supposed to eat and act like a lady?"

Buffy twitched her nose, "Good question."

"It is," Lorelai frowned. "Let's ask my mother, she would know."

"No," Rory and Buffy exclaimed.

Lorelai stuck her tongue out and rubbed her stomach, "Ruin all my fun, oh, let's ask Luke!"

Rory nodded, "I'm not going to dignify that with an answer." She closed her door with a sharp thud.

Buffy nodded as she sat back down, careful to cross her ankles, "It's not a bad idea. Well, okay, it's not a good idea, but there could be worse."

"Here, here." Lorelai cried with a tired grin.

What could she say, being a lady was hard.

"I'm sorry," Lorelai moaned, "But Darcy is sex on a stick. I mean look at his ass. How does he not expect Caroline to be tripping over herself to get to him?"

Buffy shrugged, "Maybe's he's still at that awkward phase."

Rory slapped her hands over her ears, "Shut up, don't ruin this for me."

"Aww, Ror," Buffy laid her head on her cousin's shoulder. "I promise, you'll find your Darcy…in like 30 years," she finished after a look from Lorelai.

A heavy knock on the door cut off Rory's protests.

Lorelai jumped up from the couch, "Food's here!"

Buffy and Rory followed her to the door, if only to stop her from eating all the food before they could get any.

The door opened to reveal Luke laden with bags from Doose's Market. All three girls descended on Luke, snatching the bags and some clothing as they went.

"If you're done mobbing Luke, I'm getting a little tired of playing pack mule," a voice groaned.

Lorelai's lip twitched into a smirk, "Well at least you found something you're good at, Jess."

Between Rory and her mother they managed to take the huge box of food from the pack mule. Luke rubbed his head for a moment before smoothing his baseball cap back on. Buffy patted his arm consolingly. Luke was always second to the food, maybe even third if there was coffee involved.

Buffy pulled Luke into the house, Jess followed, but Buffy ignored him.

"So why'd you bring the third wheel," She asked with a bright smile as she watched Lorelai and Rory dig through their new food supplies.

Luke sighed and crossed his arms but smiled at the younger woman, "I figured I'd need help if you eat half as much as those two do."

Buffy bit her lip, "Actually, I eat twice as much."

"Fatty," Jess snickered.

"Hey," Buffy glared at him.

"Ow," Jess exclaimed when Luke's hand connected with the back of his skull.

"My hero," Buffy sighed laying the back of her hand on her forehead.

Luke leaned down and frowned, "So what's up the outfits?"

"Ah, yeah, we were trying to freak Rory out," Buffy trailed off.

"Say no more, no really, no more," Luke shook the confusion off. It was just one of those Gilmore things.

The television screen was black, and the lamps were glowing faintly. The table was covered in half empty cartons of Chinese food and empty bags of candy. Three period costumes were draped over the stair rail.

The only noise came from the gentle breathing of the three women snuggled up on the couch. Lorelai's arms were wrapped around Buffy, and Rory's head was pillowed on Buffy's lap. Lorelai stirred lightly, her hand brushing her niece's hair behind her ear. She smiled blearily, Buffy looked so peaceful. It gave Lorelai hope. Readjusting the blanket, Lorelai sighed happily and whispered goodnight to her two girls.

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