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A/N: Hmm, just to be clear, this does veer au from the episodes—there was no pre-chilton first dinner. Mwahaha.

Buffy walked into the house only to be met with screaming. She'd only stepped out for a short jog and coffee for Lorelai and Rory. Today was Rory's first day.

"Seven ten," Buffy heard Rory exclaim.

A door closed and opened before slamming shut after more yelling. Buffy sipped her coffee. After three minutes, Lorelai came jogging down the stairs, her outfit more than enough to make Buffy cringe. A pink tied-dye t-shirt, ridiculously tight blue-jean shorts, and cruddy cowboy boots, Lorelai looked just as offended about her outfit.

In the rush out the door Buffy was entirely ignored. Until she stuck one arm out.

"You look like you could use this," she murmured softly. "I'll pick up your laundry, and have it here for you. And if you need a cover story for that outfit—say you have a themed party you have to get to at the inn."

Lorelai moaned, "You're a god."

Rory took her cup of coffee before correcting her mother, "Goddess."

Buffy smiled and sighed, "It's a curse I have to live with. Now go!"

And they went.

"You know, this is your third cup," Luke told Buffy.

She shrugged and readjusted the laundry on the stool next to her. Luke just kept frowning at her over the counter.

"You had one this morning, one to go, and then this," Luke continued. "Please, let me make you something, anything else. Hot chocolate, lemonade, tea."

Buffy scowled, "My coffee."

Her arm went protectively in front of her cup. Luke rolled his eyes.

"What if I lace you're next cup of coffee with strychnine?"

"Then I'd be in heaven before I go to hell," Buffy smirked.

"You," Luke snorted, "You're a huge badass."

"Totally," Buffy nodded her head before taking a gulp of her coffee. "I'm jail bait."

"Jail bird," Luke corrected.

Buffy licked her lips and winked, "That too."

Luke's mouth snapped closed and he shook his head, "I'll leave the pot."

Buffy laughed to herself, "So where's Jess?"

Luke rolled his neck, "At school, supposedly. Although, knowing my luck, he's behind it smoking."

The diner was empty. It wasn't yet time for the lunch rush, or the mid-morning coffee boost. It was just Buffy and Luke in the dining room, Ceaser had gone out to get fruit from the fruit guy.

"I knew a girl like that, Sheila," Buffy agreed pouring herself more coffee.

Luke moved around the counter and sat down beside Buffy, "Yeah? How'd she turn out?'

"Dead."

"Well at least I know the worst case scenario," he nudged Buffy. "In fact, it doesn't really seem like such a bad scenario."

Buffy smirked and gently kicked his leg, "Well aren't we just Bonnie and Clyde. Though I call Bonnie."

"Then call me Clyde," Luke grinned and topped off Buffy's mug.

"But seriously," Buffy told Luke, "At least Jess hasn't stabbed a horticulture teacher with pruning shears, he hasn't, has he?"

"Okay, now I'm feeling better about my parenting skills," Luke snickered. "Pruning shears, really?"

"Yeah. Mm, I've got to go," Buffy checked her watch before gathering up Lorelai's laundry and headed out the door. "And Clyde, I'll take you up on that tea next time."

Luke waved his hand dismissively, but he was smiling. At least someone in the damned town got his humor.

Lorelai stamped into the house, "My mother was there!"

"What," Buffy stammered. "At Chilton, with you, and Rory?"

"Yes and then I just found out that there were a couple of idiots outside trying to install a DSL line," Lorelai whimpered and flopped down onto the couch.

"Sorry, I must have been sleeping," Buffy dropped her head onto her aunt's shoulder. "You're flippy blue suit is in your room. Tell me you didn't go to Luke's like that."

"No," Lorelai sighed. "I couldn't take any more shame. Besides, if I pout, Sookie will give me coffee."

"That's the spirit. So, go get your behind dressed," Buffy ordered with a little fist pump.

Lorelai jumped up off the couch, and clapped her hands with a plastic smile, "Okay!"

"Buffy, this is Michel Gerard, my second in command. And yes, we've tried to get the stick out of his butt, they say it's inoperable," Lorelai said with a little sniff.

Michel scowled a little deeper, "At least your niece is sweet, unlike you, you bitter prune."

Lorelai's nose wrinkled up, "You just met her!"

"Yes," Michel smirked, "But I already like her."

"Fine, Buffy, I leave you in Michel's semi-capable, and scaly hands," Lorelai huffed and stomped into the kitchen.

Michel looped his arm with Buffy's, "Do you do yoga?"

Buffy looked up at the Frenchman, "I know my way around a vrschikasana pose."

"Jealous," Michel pouted. "Lorelai mentioned in a rant on my answering machine that you might like to help out with the yoga class here at the inn. The teacher, Eric, is ridiculously flexible, I hate him."

"Fair enough," Buffy shrugged. "So what else could I do here at the inn?"

"Well," Michel thought. "We have nature hikes, and horseback riding, we have picnics and best of all, a masseuse."

"Masseuse," Buffy smiled and allowed Michel to lead her behind the desk and onto 'his' chair.

"Masseuse," Michel confirmed. "Why don't I get Eric. I'm sure he could use help with the next class, it is man heavy."

Before Buffy could interject anything, Michel was on the phone, "Yes, Eric. I have an assistant for you at the front desk. She's absolutely darling, and flexible to boot. Alright, bye-bye."

"I must go check on Lorelai and be sure she hasn't fallen into the toilet," Michel smirked before air kissing Buffy's cheek.

After a moment of loneliness, Buffy's phone started to vibrate. Only three people had the number, Lorelai, Rory, and Spike. It was unlikely to be Spike, he probably wouldn't call for a day or so more.

"Rory?"

"How did you know," her cousin asked.

Buffy smirked to herself, "I'm psychic."

It wasn't a lie. Not really.

"Right."

"What's wrong, new girl blues?"

"I hate this place. Everyone is all 'I'm better than you' and I broke this one girls project and she won't let me help and I hate it here."

"Hey, I know what it's like to be the new girl. Everyone wants to know about you. Well guess what, don't care what they say. They don't know anything about you, you are kickass. The end."

"Yeah, but what they don't like me."

"Rory, listen to me, you don't need any of them to like you. I like you, Lane likes you, and Dean likes you. What more do you need?"

"Right, okay I have to go, thanks," Rory muttered.

"No problemo."

Buffy snapped the phone shut with a smile. Life was looking up. And it only got better when string bean Eric walked up to the desk. Smothering the snicker at the lanky ma Buffy stuck her hand out.

"I'm Buffy."

"Eric, so do you know much about yoga, I'm very advanced so don't feel intimidated."

Buffy frowned sweetly, "I've only been doing yoga for a year or so."

"Great, well class is about to start so we should head over and then there are two after that. I'm sure with my help you'll do fine," Eric smirked.

Buffy wanted to gag. No wonder Michel hated Eric.

Balancing precariously on her hips bones, Buffy arched her back, grabbed her knees and brought her feet to rest at the back of her head. The mat was cold beneath her stomach, but Buffy was oblivious to the goose flesh erupting along her tummy, the eyes on her, and the cat calls. Taking a slow, deep breath, Buffy relaxed her body. Allowing one muscle at a time to return to its normal position, once she was laying flat on the ground, Buffy swung her left leg around the ground until it was in front of her. She sat up, still in the splits and opened her eyes.

"That's hot," Somebody behind Buffy muttered.

There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh, "That's my niece you're talking about."

"Sorry Lorelai," the unidentified man apologized before retreating.

"Alright, c'mon Buffy, I have to go pick up Rory. I'm dropping you at the diner in case my mother decides to ambush me again."

Buffy popped to her feet and followed her still babbling aunt.

"Right, so I drove all the way to her freaking salon to tell her that she can't buy my kid all this stuff she doesn't need!"

"Pride," Buffy told her. Lorelai kept talking.

"And it's not like I hate her, I just have to take care of my kid and I don't need her help."

"More pride with a dash of self preservation."

"You get it right," Lorelai took a deep breath as the pair climbed into the jeep.

"I suppose. Rory is your daughter, and she's your responsibility. You'd do anything for her, which is more than a lot mothers would. By doing what you had to for Rory, doesn't make you any less of a great mother," Buffy glanced down at her hands.

Lorelai winced, "Aw, I'm sorry kiddo. I didn't mean to unload on you, Sweetheart."

Buffy shook it off as Lorelai pulled into town, "Rory called me earlier, school was hard for her, give her a hug for me?"

"Yeah," Lorelai grinned reaching over and smoothing Buffy's hair down. "So Friday night dinner, are you ready? 'Cause I'm really not looking forward to it."

"Oh yeah, I don't think grandma's forgiven us for the last time we were allowed to be in the same room together."

Lorelai snickered, "Yeah. But I'm sure grandpa will be delighted to see you, you always were his favorite."

Buffy snorted, "I must have interpreted his scowl wrong then."

Lorelai pulled to a stop in front of Luke's, it was still quiet. School was still in session and most people were working.

Buffy jumped out, "Chin up, we have a whole week to figure a way out of it. I'm thinking murder suicide—or we could use our cells in the diner for as long as possible until he kills us."

"Deal," Lorelai traded a conspiratorially grin with Buffy.

"Back again," Luke exclaimed.

"You know," Buffy frowned as she plopped down on a barstool, "When you say it like that, I feel like you don't love me anymore."

"Aw, shut up," Luke rolled his eyes and set a cup down in front of her. "Cinnamon Apple tea, great for an afternoon slowdown, which I suspect you seriously need."

"And I seriously suspect that you're not as uptight as you seem—I bet under all that flannel there's a…"

Luke nodded as she trailed off, "Drink your tea."

"Sir, yes Sir."

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