A/N- So… this isn't the longest chapter. It may have been longer if I wasn't under so much pressure to get it finished! (You know who you are.) So… thanks SO SO SO SO SO much for all the reviews guys:D

Disclaimer- Guess what? I now own Gilmore Girls! I blackmailed the new guy that writes it! Wimpy idiot, he is. Only because I had a picture of him in drag. .:shakes head in total disbelief:.

Fine. I don't own it. Just stop looking at me like I'm crazy.

Lorelai groaned and rolled over in her bed. Looking over, she panicked when she saw Luke wasn't there. He had left, she'd screwed up, she'd done everything wrong again- but then she heard the sound of breakfast. Her heart felt light with relief. He hadn't left… the love of her life hadn't left. She got up, feeling better than she had in months. After showering and dressing, she walked down to Luke.

"Breakfast, eat up."

She went over to him and kissed him. At another point in this relationship, she may have complained about something- it wasn't the same at home and not at Luke's, her coffee was decaf, there were vegetables in her eggs. But now… she just wanted to make sure she wouldn't screw this all up. She wanted everything to be perfect. Every little detail. And that included Rory knowing about everything… but not too much. She didn't want to jinx a single thing about this. So she poured herself a cup of decaf and ate her vegetables.

Rory took a deep breath as she walked into class. She had applied make-up so that no one could see her eyes, puffy from crying, and she had pulled herself together. But her father didn't want to see her any more… not ever. How could this have happened? He was drunk. He was supposed to have been drunk. Not thinking straight, not right in the mind, he loved her! But it was all just a lie.

The phone rang and rang and rang. Finally, a slightly hung-over voice answered with a

"'Lo?"

"Hey, Dad…" Rory's voice trailed off.

"Rory?"

She would have made a sarcastic remark like, "No, your other daughter, she learned how to use the phone and imitate my voice perfectly!" if the situation wasn't so serious. Instead, all she said was, "Yeah."

"Rory…"

With this, almost all hope she had of last night being a lie drained away.

"Last night was the truth, wasn't it."

"Yeah, Rory, it was."

"Dad, come on, please."

"I'm sorry Rory."

And with that he hung up.

She felt the tears coming again. But she blinked them away and walked into the room.

When class was over, she felt a little better. But when she started thinking about it again, that same feeling came back- her heart sinking, her stomach hurting. It had to all be a dream. But she knew it wasn't. She finally just went back to the apartment and lay in her bed. She finally gave up on all hopes of sleeping after a while. She picked up the phone and dialed Lorelai at the Dragonfly.

"Hello?" asked Michel in his strong French accent.

"Hi, Michel, I'm looking for my mom."

"Hello, Rory, I'm afraid she cannot come to the phone right now."

Rory heard her mom yell at Michel to give her the damn phone. There was some more swearing, a couple crashes, but she finally heard her mom's comforting voice on the line.

"Hi, Rory, what's up?"

"Mom."

"Rory? Sweetie is everything okay?"

"No… Mom, can I come over?"

"Yeah, of course Rory, what's wrong?"

"I'll tell you when I'm there."

"Okay, I'll go home."

Lorelai sat at home, waiting for her daughter to get there. Hearing a car pulling up, she jumped up and ran to the front door, opening it. Rory got out of her car and went directly to her mother's arms.

"Rory? Rory, what's wrong, did you and Logan break up?"

Rory sniffed. "No… Dad, he… he cut me out of his life."

Lorelai gasped. "What!?"

"He… he showed up at Yale, drunk, and I saw him talking to a security guard, or, more like the security guard telling him to leave… I brought him back to his apartment, and there were- there were bottles everywhere, Mom. And he told me that he didn't want to see me that much anymore. He said he'd email me, but he's moving to where Gigi and Sherry are… maybe their getting back together, I don't know. And I called him, today, to see if he remembered it all… and he did."

"Oh, sweetie… I'm going to kill Chris…"

Rory just cried. Lorelai hugged her while imagining all the different ways Chris could go. There were the boring things, like strangling and shooting, and then there were the poisoned ice cream cones, and slipping of sprinkles in his drink (in her mind, he had a sprinkle allergy), and… she was out. But she would have thought up of much more if she wasn't so worried about Rory. Leading her inside, Lorelai power walked over to the phone and called Satan himself. Chris's voice came through sounding tired and hung-over. "Hello?"

"Wow, he speaks… and are you aware that the hell in the hello is where you're going?"

"Lorelai-"

"Don't even speak, Christopher. You haven't even earned that. I cannot believe that you would ever be as bad of a father to stoop that low. I just can't believe you."

"Lorelai, I did what was best for Ror-"

"Go to hell, Chris."

She hung up, furious out of her mind. She walked over to Rory and saw that she'd fallen asleep. She gently put a blanket over her and walked into the kitchen. Picking up the phone, she dialed Luke.

"Luke's."

"Luke. You would never believe what the asshole that's called a. Fucker b. Rory's father c. Chris, did. He cut her out of his life."

"What!? How's Rory?!"

"Not so good."

"Oh, my god. I'm going to kill that guy."

"I've already come up with some ideas of ways. His sprinkle allergy, we could always use that against him, poisoned ice cream cones, send him a card that says 'for everything you've done' and a bottle of drugged alcohol and set his office on fire…"

"I'll bring over a supply of fries, burgers, and everything that'll kill you."

Lorelai smiled. "Thanks Luke. For everything."

Luke smiled too. "Don't mention it."

Lorelai hung up the phone and walked over to Rory. She kissed her on the forehead and smoothed her hair back. "I'm so sorry that you had to have such an asshole father."

A/N- You know what? I think I'll bribe people again, because I like reviews. If you review, I'll give you a cyber-hug. Who can resist hugs?