Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N: Again, I'm sorry for the long time between updates. I have had no computer time and I've been really struggling with this. I'm just waiting for the writers block to go away. This is more of a filler chapter but I hope you like it. Happy reading! Evie. xx

Summary: The voice on the answering machine. The picture on the entertainment. Both are eerily, uncannily familiar. L/R/T in London.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Gilmore Girls in anyway.

Chapter Sixteen

"Luke!" Rory screamed. She ran across the white tiled floor, her large carry-on bag banging at her side, and threw herself so hard into his arms that he almost fell backwards. She squeezed him tightly and pulled back so they could smile at each other before she fell into his arms again. "I'm sorry. It's just been so long since I've hugged anyone or since I've seen anyone from home and I know you're not big on the hugging but I've just really, really missed you and… I'm babbling. I'm sorry because you must get enough of that from my mum and it must annoy. Does our babbling annoy?"

"It's fine," he said, with a barely hidden smile. "The hugging and the babbling, I mean. I can live with both of them."

"Good," Rory smiled. She flung her arms out and did a quick walk around in a circle. "It feels so great to be back on American soil. Does Mum know I'm here or did you manage to keep it quiet?"

"She doesn't have a clue," Luke answered. They began to walk towards the baggage claim. "This is a really good thing you're doing. Coming to visit your mum like this. I know she's missed you a lot."

"Well, I have to admit I'm not being entirely selfless. This isn't just for Mum, it's for me too," Rory admitted sheepishly. "I just had to get away from it all and I have months and months of holidays just piled up. I figured that while Logan was away it was the best time to take on. No one else can really take over like he can."

"Of course not," he replied dryly. "Where are your bags?"

"I flew first class so I didn't have to check them," she replied. "I don't actually know where they are because I only ever flew first class when I was with Logan and he always took care of things like that."

"I'm sure he did," Luke answered.

"I flew London Airways. I guess we could go to the counter and ask them," she shrugged. "I feel like a bit of an idiot but. You'd think I'd never flown before. I'm always on planes. I've been to half of Europe."

"In a company jet but," Luke reminded her.

"Yeah. That's true," she replied.

"Maybe you should just call him," Luke suggested.

"What? Call who?" she asked.

"Logan," he answered.

"Why would I do that?" she asked with a small laugh. "I can figure this out myself. I don't need him."

"How many times did you call him on the plane?" Luke asked. Rory shrugged and looked away. She shoved her hand in her bag, presumably looking for her phone. "Rory."

"I don't know. About five," she replied, a little testily. Luke grinned and held his hand out.

"Here. Give me the phone. I'll call him," he offered.

"Thanks, Luke."

-

"Has she really missed me that much?" Rory asked.

"There are days when she can barely say your name," he answered.

"I've been an awful daughter," she sighed.

"You've been going through a lot," he offered in comfort. She rolled her eyes and dropped her head against the glass window. "And Stars Hollow has a lot of bad memories."

"For the past two weeks, I've been going through a lot. What was wrong with me coming back before that?" she asked. "Man, I have got to grow up. People are going to disappoint me my whole life. What am I going to do? Avoid everywhere I've ever been in case I see something that's going to upset me? If I did that, I'd have nowhere to go. I couldn't go home to London, for starters and… All the good outweighs the few bad things that have happened. This is going to be fine."

"Rory, are you going to be okay going to Stars Hollow?" Luke asked. "Is it going to be too hard?"

"No," she answered finally. "Like I said, the good outweighs the bad and I want to see Mum so much and I really want to see Grandma. Plus I miss Lane and Paris and everyone. I don't know why I didn't go home sooner."

"Are you sure because it's not too hard for me to get your mother to Hartford or somewhere?" he suggested.

"No, it's really fine. You have been so good already, Luke. Really. Thanks for everything," she smiled.

"It's no problem," he smiled back. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

-

"Lor, can you run upstairs and grab something for me," Luke asked.

"What exactly am I supposed to get for you upstairs?" she asked. "There is nothing up there anymore. You live with me now. Unless you've only moved in with me like you did with Nicole. Is half your stuff still up there?"

"I don't know. Why don't you go up and look?" he asked. "And while you're up there could you bring down the receipts from the bread delivery guy that I keep on the desk in my office?"

"Oh, right. You're office," she said. "Sorry."

"It's okay. I knew you were a lot of work when I married you," he said. "Come here first."

She walked over to him and he gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Is that all I get?" she frowned.

"People are trying to eat," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, they don't mind. If they minded they would go to Al's or to the Soda Shoppe. Nothing romantic ever happens there. Isn't that right, Patty?" she asked.

"That's right, dear," Patty called out.

"If you're wife wants a kiss, doll, you go ahead and kiss her," Babette chimed in. We'll look away if you want."

"Babette, don't say that," Kirk butted in. "I'm trying to study their technique. You two have a very good technique and I'd like to recreate it with Lulu."

"Are you still sure you want a kiss?" Luke asked a grinning Lorelai. She nodded and widened her eyes.

"I want two," she replied. He sighed but leaned over and gave her a long kiss on the lips. He pulled away and she pouted. "That was only one."

"The other can you have when you come back downstairs. Trust me. You'll want to kiss me then," he said, knowingly.

"Oh, Luke Danes. You have a surprise for me up there, don't you?" she asked. "Well, why didn't you just say so?"

"If I knew it would get you upstairs faster, I would have," he muttered.

"Is it a pony?" she asked. "I've always, always wanted a pony."

"It's not a pony," he replied.

"Luke!" she gasped. "The whole idea of a surprise is that the person doesn't know what is going to happen. You've broken my heart on two accounts. One, I have wanted a pony ever since I knew what a pony was but my parents refused to get me one and two, you of all people should know what a surprise entails. It entails keeping secrets and things like that. And most of all, it includes not spoiling the surprise."

"You're parents really screwed you up by not getting you a pony, didn't they?" Luke asked.

"If only they could see that," she murmured, nodding her head in mock seriousness.

"Would you just go upstairs?" he asked.

"I cant now. The surprise has been ruined. Start again and this time, don't blab," she ordered.

"If you don't go now, you cant have it," he refused. "It might be something shiny."

"I hate that you know to use that against me," she pouted. She mock-glared at him and began to walk up the stairs. Luke grinned as he watched her ascending back. He moved closer to the opening of the stairs and he listened.

"RORY!" he heard her shriek. He heard a thump as the presumably fell on the floor, so passionate was their embrace. He could hear laughs and cheers and it felt good to hear Lorelai happy. Luke smiled as he leant on the doorjamb.

It was good to have Rory home.