Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N: Man. I would have had this up and written ages ago but I am just never home and when I am there is always someone on the computer. But here it is. This story goes backwards a tiny bit. It just shows Lorelai and Rory's side of the reunion because that is by far the most important. It's a bit cheesy so sorry! 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 Seventeen

"Pretty, pretty pony," Lorelai called softly as she crept up the stairs. She threw open the door and watched as Rory slowly stood up from reclining on the sofa.

"What are you calling me a pony for?" Rory asked, a huge smile growing on her face. Her mother gasped and placed a hand over her mouth. Rory took a step forward and Lorelai removed the hand.

"Rory!" she yelled. She took the two steps forward needed to hug Rory and pulled her only daughter into her arms. They both let out little squeals as they embrace, pulling each other tighter and tighter until Rory discovered she couldn't breathe. She pushed Lorelai away and took a half-step back.

"Mum, I love you but I couldn't breathe," she gasps, trying to get her breath back. "I apologise if you were trying to get me over here so you could kill me. I didn't mean to ruin your plan but I just need a little bit longer."

"Well, you do have some great shoes," Lorelai shrugged, unable to wipe the smile off her face. She goes to the fridge and pulls out two sodas before walking to the sofa and sitting on it. She patted the fabric next to her. "Come here. Sit. You must be exhausted."

"I am," Rory admitted. "There's only a few hours time difference but I feel out of place. I should be climbing into bed instead of waiting for dinner. But I'll be okay."

"Of course you will. Mama will take good care of you. So, what brings you here to Stars Hollow?" Lorelai asked. "Is it this stunning, ravishing creature with the supernaturally blue eyes sitting in front of you?"

"Oh my gosh, Reese Witherspoon is here? Why can't I see her?" Rory exclaimed. She laughed when her mother pouted and patted her leg. "Well, I didn't come to this crazy little town to go shopping. I have as many kitten shaped pot-holders as I'll ever need."

"I'll have you know that this 'crazy little town' as you call it or 'sleepy little hamlet' as Taylor calls it has some exceptionally good-shopping if you're into fast-food and snow globes. And whenever there's a festival, you can buy great souvenirs from Kirk."

"Oh, how is Kirk?" Rory said, her face practically melting.

"It turns out he's a multi-millionaire," Lorelai said. "The $250, 000 he had when he wanted to buy the Twickham house was apparently not the least of it. He just bought a mansion in Hartford and then sold it because he didn't realise you couldn't move 100-year-old houses that are made of stone and marble to different towns and he wanted to raise little Lurk in any other town but this."

"Lurk?" Rory asked, a confused look crossing her face. "And I can't believe you didn't tell me all this."

"Oh, that's what he and Lulu called their son. It's a mixture of Lulu and Kirk," Lorelai explained, her face completely composed and straight.

"You're joking, right?" Rory laughed hysterically. "When you say son, you mean cat? Or their car even. Not a real live baby."

"He's three months old on Saturday," Lorelai shrugged. "I tried to talk them out of it, being godmother, but it just didn't happen."

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe you didn't tell me any of this. What else did I miss? Did Sookie dye her hair green or did Jackson finally figure out a way to make tomatoes purple? Did Gypsy and Andrew hook-up? Did Patty and Taylor get caught making out in the back room at the dance school? Did the basketball team actually win a game?" she burst out.

"I think it's rather strange that the least plausible option you gave me is the one about the basketball team winning a game," Lorelai mused. She made a face and then shook her head. "Yuck. Rory, please don't ever give me a reason to visualize Patty and Taylor making out ever again."

"Yeah, I know," she agreed, tilting her head to one side. "It's all red lipstick, glitter and tweed."

"Gross," Lorelai added. Rory laughed lightly and leant her head against her mother's shoulder.

"I've missed it here."

"Oh, hon, the town has missed you," Lorelai sighed. "How did you get here without anyone blabbing to me?"

"Oh, only Luke knew. He picked me up from the airport a few hours ago," Rory explained. "I had to get him to drop me off out the back and climb in through the store-room window but I did it. I knew it wouldn't be a surprise if even one person saw me."

"Wow. You did incredible," Lorelai grinned proudly. "It's not quite up to Lane's standards but you did well for you."

"What are you trying to say?" Rory asked with a pout.

"Oh, nothing. Just that you aren't really adventurous and clever when it comes to secret plans and rendezvous. You should have called me and asked for tips," Lorelai said.

"Right. Because that wouldn't have ruined the plan," Rory replied dryly.

"Well, I'm very surprised and I'm thrilled," she answered.

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It didn't seem like long until the rest of the town knew Rory was present and it seemed like less time until she had been greeted and greeted and had eaten and found herself at home on her old lumpy couch, sprawled across it with her mother.

"How long are you here for?" Lorelai asked, handing her a bowl of M&M's.

"I don't know. At least two weeks," Rory shrugged.

"Is Logan coming too?" Lorelai asked. "I haven't seen him in awhile."

"Umm, no. He's not coming," Rory said softly.

"Oh, I see," Lorelai answered, pursing her lips. "You're running away so you thought you'd come to mummy."

"Are you mad?" Rory asked tentatively.

"No, not mad. Just a little put-out. I've tried to get you to come home for two years and it didn't work. Suddenly you're having some boy trouble and you come home," Lorelai shrugged. "I just wish I was enough."

"Mum, you are enough. It's just that it's taken me this long to get over my memories and finally come. You know, when I found out about Dad and what Grandma and Grandpa did, it really threw me. It killed me," Rory explained.

"I know, baby."

"And it hurt and I was scared that if I came back, I would feel the hurt all over again and I didn't want that," Rory said. "But then I realised that the hurt I felt is exactly what I caused Tristan and I guess I figured that I should get over it and haul my ass over here to see my poor, lonely, beautiful mother."

"I am sorry about Christopher. I didn't know," Lorelai said sadly, appearing to accept her daughter's explanation.

"It's okay. I should never have believed that he wanted to be part of my life anyway," Rory said. "He never did before. I wanted to be angry at Grandma and Grandpa but I just couldn't. I knew they only did it because they loved me. How is Grandma?"

"She misses Dad but she's doing okay. She keeps busy with the DAR and her thousands of committees. I'm a little bit worried that she's squandering my inheritance away on orphans and hospital wings."

"Like you need her money anyway," Rory retorted. "From what you say the Dragonfly's doing well and the diner was never a money-eater."

"True, true. But I want to be so insanely wish that I can be the entire Jimmy Choo company if I wish," Lorelai said seriously. She yawned and looked at her watch. "Wow. Its past one am. You must be wiped, kiddo."

"I'm kind of wired," she admitted. "I think I've warped my sense of time for good."

They heard the soft footsteps of Luke padding down the stairs and seconds later, his head poked around the corner.

"You coming to bed soon?" he asked, wiping his eyes sleepily.

"In a minute, baby," Lorelai replied, smiling at him. "You look so cute when you're tired."

"Good night, Rory," he said, ignoring his wife. He plodded back up the stairs and Lorelai laughed.

"It's strange having a man in the house, isn't it?" Lorelai asked.

"Not really. I mean, I've lived with two men," Rory shrugged.

"I know but having a man in this house, in our house. It's strange," Lorelai continued.

"A little bit, I guess," Rory admitted. "It's not even a man though. It's Luke and it's a-okay with me. I'm just happy you two finally got things together."

"You and me both," she agreed, dreamily. Rory's phone began to ring and she scrambled to get it and shut off the loud ring. She frowned when she saw the name on the screen but she picked it up anyway.

"Hey, Tris," she said. Her mother shot her a confused look but kept quiet.

"Hey, Mare. I only just got your voicemail. You said you had something to ask me," he greeted her.

"Yeah, I was just wondering if you wanted me to renew the lease on the flat for you. Logan and I are, umm, moving and I wondered if you wanted to move back in," she explained.

"Actually, I need to talk to you about that," he said. "I won't need the apartment anymore."

"Oh, that's good. I'm in the States with my mother but I can call the agent as soon as I get home and we can discuss what to do with the furniture and all our stuff too," she said. "I'm glad you found somewhere to move. Have you been staying with Laurie? I tried to call him but his phone was always engaged and he never returned any of my messages."

"I haven't been staying with Laurie," Tristan said and Rory heard a slight hesitation in his voice. "I've been staying with Cass and I think I'm going to be staying with Cass for awhile."

"Oh, right," Rory said. "Wow. She never said anything."

"We both decided not to tell you until we had figured out where this was going. I really like her and she really likes me," he explained.

"Tristan, I think it's great. Really I do," she said and she meant it.

"Really?" he asked sounding relieved.

"I'm thrilled. I think you'll be good for each other," she replied automatically.

"You're not mad at us?" he asked. "For not telling."

"I'm not mad just a little bit weirded out," she sighed. "I understand why you didn't say anything."

"It is a bit strange, huh?" he mused. "The ex-boyfriend and the best friend. Cass was really worried you'd be mad. The whole 'never date a friend's ex' rule and all."

"How could I be mad when I left you for someone else?" she asked.

"How are things with Logan?" Tristan asked.

"A bit weird. I freaked out when you moved out. I ended up asking him to leave the house. I guess I've been pushing him away. I feel so badly for what I did to you that I didn't feel like I deserved to be with him. He's been so good about it but, Tristan. So good," she said. "And I feel awful because I've been so mean."

"You were always the good one and it got a little bit annoying," Tristan said, a slight tinge of anger sounding in his voice.

"Yeah, I know. Never took a chance and when I finally did, look what happened," she sighed. "Anyway, I don't want you to make me feel better so can we please move on."

"You said you were in the States?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah. Visiting Mum."

"I'd better let you go then," he said.

"Can you tell Cass that I'm happy for you?" she asked.

"Sure," he said. "I'll see you when you get back?"

"That'd be nice," she smiled.

"And I'm sure things will work out with you and Logan," he said.

"I hope so," she replied. "Sleep tight."

"Good night, Mary."