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a/n: I just wanted to thank everybody who took time to review.

Now I thought about what I knew about Luke's family history. Frankly very little was revealed during the first sixth season. The seventh season, as you may have noticed, I refused to knowledge or even see it. So to suit my purpose, some of the things that I am writing may be AU, but please do bear with me.

So here goes...

Vivienne POV

Coming back to this state brings so much memories, more than I care to actually remember. We always lived in Virginia. McLean to be exact.

My parents, were the apotheosis, of the good, wealthy family. Principles were instilled in me and my sister since the very beginning. Love, loyalty, respect, family etc... And although their upbringing, we never felt neglected by our parents. But some things, for us. were just unexplainable. Sending me and my sister to a prep school, in another state, was one of the things that I never really understood.

Being the daughters of the one Stephen and Sophia Berger, was not easy. Dad, with the family company and mom, with all the commitments that come with it. Organizing parties, and charity events, was not all that she did in a day. She was like the energizer bunny. Never sitting and drinking tea, longer than necessary. She hated sitting around and gossiping, about others, she always said that who did such things, maybe needed a job. It was not only a waste of time for who was talking, but also for whom decided to listen. Writing, riding, managing not only, the house, but also keeping up, with the banking etc. She wasn't called the Queen for nothing. Everything moved, because she decided so, otherwise, not even a nail, would go, without her blessing.

About dad, well he loved us dearly, really, maybe not demonstrating it everyday, like we would have liked, but he was good. Cold on the outside. Everybody was frightened by his persona. Square shoulder, very muscular, lean,and tall. Business was something, where he never really kid around. Acquiring companies, and rising them from the bottom to success, was his favorite accomplishment, and he did it every day, until he died, almost 27 years ago. Mom I remember died shortly after. The doctors, told us that she let herself die, not being able to deal, with the loss of her partner. If from the outside, you would have thought that our family was made of marble, you would have been sorely mistaken. They were in love with each other, until the last hour, and now that I think about it, maybe, in heaven, they are still together, joking around, and cuddling, like they used to.

After dad and mom's death, the family decided to trust the company, to a board of administrators, who to this day, made a wonderful job.

My dear sister, Veronica, was send when she was 14 to this boarding school, the Cheshire Academy, of course one of the best, according to my parents. When three years later, I entered the school, the same day, I met, Emily Fletcher, idiotic girl at the time, if I do say so myself . Just because her parents were reach, she thought of herself as the best in that school, until of course my sister. Being a Berger, and the position that used to occupy in having in your family three, the royal English family, made Emily, try everything to be friend with my sister. Bat Vee, really didn't care, about those things, she hated the society, and every little hypocrisy that came with it. Therefore, told Emily exactly like it would be. That she could be the queen bee of the school if Emily cared to be so, but to not involve her.

She wanted to be a teacher, not a housewife, she wanted a husband not a business partner. And she found it, during my first year of school. During a night out with her friends, at a swing dance club, near Cheshire, she met what would be the love of her life. Twenty two year old William Danes, half Irish, and half English. I remember the first time that I met Will, at dinner at my parents house, after the coming out ball, that my sister took a part in. My parents, were less than thrilled, with his, family, oil tankers, they were beneath my family, and their status. Everybody at that table knew it. My father, at the time had been stoic regarding Vee's relationship, with William. But things were about to change. Not bearing any importance to what seemed nothing more than a crush, my mother brushed the all thing all too easily.

Three months later, tired of the family interferences, Vee and William, decided, to elope and get married. And that they did. Friday night, it was December 14th, I was sleeping, in my dorm, when I was woken up, by my sister, that told me, very sternly to get up and dress myself, because something important had happened: so I did as she said, thinking that maybe, mom or dad had been in a accident or something, instead, I was going to my sister's wedding in Martha's Vineyard. One of her best friend was there to be a maid of honor to her, none other that a younger Pennilynn Lott.

Of course once we got back to school, all hell broke loose. Discussing her own marriage, with Pennilynn in the bathroom, was not the smartest thing to do, especially if non other that you archenemy was behind the toilet stool, listening to every word, being spoken. Of course Emily, told everyone.

The professor and the board of the school, called our parents to discuss the situation, and Vee got expelled. Tears that day, were like a pattern that you could not avoid. My mom, was too shocked, to say or do anything. As for my dad, well he wanted to kill Will and then annul the marriage. But, being already consumed, there was nothing he could do.

Will's parents, as I remember, come to our house a few days later, and none of them were thrilled about the situation, but nonetheless made an afford. An Irish/English man, married to an Austrian, it was unheard of. The most unlikely couple, people said.

Support of the couple, did not came form my parents of course, too closed in their pain. Because appearances were never the real problem, but the fact that their own daughter, defied them, to a point of no return, without giving them the benefit of the doubt hurt them to no end. Of course blame came to me too, since I witnessed the ceremony, without doing nothing to stop it.

At the end, Vee, left home, to live with Will, in this small town, full of crazy, caring, incredible people, bought a lend, and built a house for themselves. The name? Stars Hollow.

In the following months, Will had bought the building next to the gazebo, and opened that store. Not that money was an issue, because Will was rich enough, but of course he wanted to do something with his days, while Vee had every intention of going to community college to receive her degree. Of course she was stopped literally from a little bump on the road. That bump name being Lucas, after our grandfather, to appease our dad, and for being the first boy being born, in more that forty years, in mom's family, to appease mom.

The relationship, from the day Lucas was born, had been better, and my parents slowly had healed, from the heartache. It did helped them, focusing on me.

Back at the school, after my sister was expelled, I had every little intention on taking revenge, on our resident school queen bee. And that I did! how? Well, research always was one of my favorite things in school, and researching, through the school community students, I had found out about a little dirty secret that our dear Emily had. Was I going to exploit her to the whole school? No that is certainly my style, but humiliating her in front of her friends? That was a little too good, and maybe too evil, but hey? What the hack! After what she did, she was lucky that I didn't deck her! So at lunch two week from the end of the term, I made my way, to her table, without saying nothing and sat next to her and whispered in her ear, but loud enough that everybody sitting there, heard it, about her little adventures, in the school gym, with one resident football player, Spencer Cross. Not that they have done nothing, but kiss, this I know, but the secret was out. Oh the whining. The funny thing is that the gossip all around school didn't began with me, but with one of Emily's friends Betty nee Carter, married Charleston. Well that was quite the day.

As years passed, I met my husband during, one of my mom's parties: George Anderson, the son of one of the greatest contractor of the east coast. A couple made in heaven, my mom had said, since I was an architect. As my husband took over the family business, I took over the architectural department of the company. Project and designs, was something that I always was comfortable in. As I grew and also my career, my sister, in the mean time had became, a teacher at the local high school, and had another child, a daughter, who's name was Elizabeth.

And then the phone call. My sister was at hospital. I took the first plane out to help Will with the kids, but found out, more that I even cared to. My sister, was not only sick, but had been fighting off cancer for the last three months. Leukemia, they said, nothing was worth doing, if not keeping her more comfortable. That literally destroyed William, he was almost incoherent, from the shock. She was too young, too vital, my sister! For God's sake I couldn't bear that, and my parents well they were our parents and did the best that they could try not to show, their emotions but failing miserably. The day that my sister died, in the house, I was alone, with her, next to her bed, reading to her.

I remember what she told me as if it was yesterday!

It was a Monday. The day before, my parents were here, and the kids. I don't think,that Liz knew what was about to happen, so my parents took her, for the day, and William, agreed to finally leaving my sister side for a bit, to spent sometime with Lucas. Oh was he aware of his mom condition. So defeated, eight years old, and already having to deal with the hard facts of life.

I stayed there, sat in a chair, next to her, reading the newspaper for her. She was so pale that day.

- Vivi stop reading for a second OK? I want to talk to you !

- What is it, are you tired?

- I want you to look out for Lucas, Vivi...

- Vee...

- promise me that you will look out for him, promise me, Vivi!

- OK, OK, you know I will...

- he's taking this, me dying,, so hard, it's changing him, I don't want... I don't want him, to let this change him, OK...he's such a bright boy - and than she took a deep breath and continued – I want you not to cry, OK? William, I know he well need help, please, just don't let him do everything on his own., and Lizzy she's so little I can't... a sob escaped her.

- Oh Vivi I promise you OK but now, really you should rest...

She fell asleep, after Will and Lucas come home. While they were having lunch, at the kitchen table, i was reading a book, up in Vee's bedroom, I don't even remember the title, when I looked over her, and a sense of dreading, caught my breath, as I saw her face, being emotionless, without any distress, like it had not been for the last four months or so. I made my way to bed and called her softly, no answer. I moved my hand to her wrist to feel some kind of pulse and nothing. A strangled cry, treated to come out. I controlled myself, and kissed her forehead, as a goodbye, and made my way down the back staircase to the kitchen. I lingered, in the doorway for a few seconds, before William looked at me, and quickly got up, and run to the bedroom. As I sat at the table, Lucas, my dear nephew told me this words " mommy is gone isn't she?"and then he leaped from his seat into my harms crying his eyes out on my shoulder.

The day of the funeral was a beautiful, sunny day, go figure. My mom , was nothing of the composed woman that I had come to love. I never saw her cry, but that day had been like a part of her, of all of us, was lost forever. Dad, was just, holding Liz, firmly, like she was the only part of Vee he had left. Will, held Lucas hand, all through the ceremony, not a tears, down the little face of my nephew. I knew at that point that, despite, what Vee had desired, Lucas was a changed person.

As for myself, after everything was said and done, I went back to my room, with George, and I remember, giving, out one pained yell, and the last thing that I remember was crying myself until had no more tears to cry, and George rocking me trying to calm me down.

Four years later dad left us, for an heart attack. The doctor had said that he hadn't suffered, very quick, he said. My mom, she was distraught at that point. Eight months later she died in her sleep. The maid found her. Called me up, I remember, staring into space for quite sometime, until George, my loving husband, brought me to reality. I didn't really cry, nor it was unexpected, to me. She missed dad so much. Lucas, through this, had been the light on mom and dad, and their deaths impacted on Lucas life once more.

Liz's pregnancy, was somewhat a shock, but not really. I had tried numerous time, to persuade her to come and live with us, just to get her away, from the company, but no, she was too stubborn and too immature, to have a child of her own... if only I could turn back time...

William got sick, four months after Jess's birth. Very quickly for lung cancer. Too late to do anything, terminal they had said to Lucas. William, had refused, to undergo another of the torturous treatments, and Lucas, my sweet boy, wanted to do everything on his own, refused help, from me, and from the town citizens.

A cold morning I received a call, from Lucas. Will was gone. Buried near Vee, a day later. I've never saw so many people on a funeral, like Will's. Everybody had something to say, about him, as I looked at Lucas, grown man, now, clench his jaw, try not to cry. Lizzy was not there. I could have strangled her with my own hands that day. As George, was holding Lucas Shoulder, for support, out of the corner of my eye I saw behind a three, waving at me my sister and her lifelong love. Turned back, never saw anything of the sort again. I like to think, that they were together from that moment on.

Lucas than decided, to go to community college, of course without any of our help, god forbids, and graduate real quickly, actually, I was very proud of him. Turning Will's Hardware store into a diner, was the next step for him, as well, as lease the house that his father had built. Living, in Will's office, for me was utterly ridiculous, but it's Lucas, and stubborn as a mule, what he decide he did so well.. .everything in the end turn out well. The business, never failed, and he built a life there for himself. Until recent events of course!

As I look out of the windshield, of the jet, I recognize the all too familiar site of Hartford.

After landing, there is a car waiting for me. I climb into the SUV, while the driver, is loading my luggage. I turn to the car phone and dial a number...

- Dragonfly Inn, Michele Gerard speaking

- yes, this is Vivienne Anderson, I was wondering if you have a suite available...

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