A/N- Oh, my. Has it really been over a month? I'm sorry! There was just this HUGE writer's block going for me, every time I'd go to write something… nothing would come to my mind. I couldn't write at ALL. But I sat down today and I wrote all of this! I'm so excited! I hope you guys like this new chapter! I've added in a bit of drama, per request/suggestion. Yay for drama.

Disclaimer- Still a huge writer's block going for me, I'm not thinking of anything clever/witty/original to say here, other than I simply don't own it. The story would be going in a much different direction if I did. And there'd be no hiatuses. Ever. Hey, maybe my writer's block is going away! Okay, anyway. Story:

Luke Danes wiped down a table in the closing hours of the night. He was doing his routine, wiping and thinking. For the longest time, the only thing on his mind was Lorelai. It had been ever since she first walked into his diner and left him speechless, just staring at the door. They had been through so much together, for so long. They had history. They had meaning. Sure, there were ups and downs, but that was all a part of any relationship. But she went off and married Chris. Even though it ended up they weren't married, she had still gone into it with a full intention of marrying him. Maybe it was because he had broken her heart, or that he stopped being the same person. But he had never stopped loving her, even for a second. He had tried to, as hard as possible. But he couldn't. He flipped the sign to closed and walked upstairs to his apartment, debating on whether or not he should call Lorelai to tell him what he had done while she had run off with Chris.

Lorelai and Rory were back home again, after having dropped Lane off with Zach. They were relieved to find the house empty again. There was no more crazy pregnant Lane, thank God. But the house was still semi-crazified, with Snickers' wrappers everywhere. Lorelai's bed was unmade, and the chairs were still pushed out from breakfast that morning.

"Mom, seriously, were you that crazy when you were pregnant?"

"Sweetie, we've been over this before: I am not crazy. I have never been crazy. I will never be crazy."

"You never know, what if I drive you crazy?"

"You could never drive me crazy, you're too sane to be crazy."

"Even when you were pregnant with me? The morning sickness, the hormones, everything?"

"I'm serious! You're way too sane! Are there mental hospitals for the overly-sane? I mean, everyone's got a little bit of crazy in them."

"Ha! So you admit that you've got crazy in you!"

"No, you see, I'm the perfect balance between sane and insane. I've got no sane, and I've got no crazy."

"Mom, that doesn't make any sense. You're nothing?"

"No, I'm perfect."

Rory just shook her head and muttered under her breath, "Oh my god, she's the craziest person I've ever met."

Unfortunately, Lorelai heard this. "What? Are you actually accusing me of being crazy? Not just crazy, but the craziest? Have you met Taylor? Babette? Kirk? Those are the crazies in this town!"

"Fine! Fine, you win, you are so crazy there's no winning for me!"

"Wait, I think that overrides the 'I win!' Because if you call me crazy, but you say I win, then that doesn't work. By saying I win, then you're telling me that I'm not crazy. But then you're calling me crazy. You know what, kid, I think you're crazy!"

Rory gasped. "What? No! You said I wasn't crazy!"

"Well, I changed my mind."

"Not fair!"

"Neither are you."

"Fine, we are both crazy! That means we both win! Can this be done?"

"No! Because we both win, but we lose too! So it's not right!"

"I give up!"

Rory walked into the kitchen from the living room and started making some coffee. Lorelai quickly followed, opening her mouth as if to say something more on the crazy topic. But she quickly changed her mind, as the entire fight had confused her senseless. "Rory, sweets, I'm going to Luke's.

"Okay, bye!"

"Bye."

She walked outside into her car and put her keys into the ignition. She tried to start the car, but no luck. It just growled and died, over and over again. Finally she just gave up and got out again, deciding to call the mechanic in the morning. Wait, couldn't I just ask Luke when I go over? She shook her head and began to walk in the direction of the diner.

Rory gave up finally on making coffee. She wouldn't be able to sleep that night if she made it now, and she needed the sleep. She needed to be able to just fall asleep right away, and not think about anything. Not Logan and his new business, or her father, or her mom and Luke together. She had already broken down for that. She didn't think she would be able to handle another breakdown. She just needed a cup of tea and a good book that night. She filled the teapot up with water and put it on the stove to boil. Figuring it would take at least a couple minutes to be ready; she went into her room and got out a pair of pajamas and a book. She pulled on the clothes and quickly ran a brush through her hair. Hearing a whistle from the kitchen, she ran over to the pot and turned the stove off. She grabbed a mug and a teabag from the cabinet, and made her tea. She brought it back into her room and curled up on the bed, sipping tea and reading the well worn copy of a book.

Luke was in his apartment, just finishing up his dinner, when he heard a knock from downstairs. He put his dishes quickly in the sink and went down the stairs, expecting to see some town crazy wanting food. He was surprised to see Lorelai there, and he started to get nervous. He knew that once he started talking to her, he'd have to tell her what had happened in the time they had broken up. If he hid it from her, she'd be more than mad when she found out on her own. And it's not like she was innocent, either, he hadn't done anything that was more wrong than what she did. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey, Lorelai."

"Hey Luke, what's up?"

"Nothing, how about you?"

He mentally cursed himself.

"Oh… my car died."

"Died?"

"Well, that's not why I came, I went to go here, and it made this sort of growling noise, so I was wondering if you could go and look at it in the morning?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, great. But I came over here just… to see you, I guess."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Well… about what happened while we were split up."

"What do you mean?"

Lorelai took a chair down from one of the tables and sat down. Luke just stood around kind of awkwardly.

"Well… Anna and I, we kind of hooked up."

"What?!"

"Yeah, umm… well, we were talking, about the custody thing. And that the whole thing was kind of stupid, I mean, I'm her father, and she kept that information from me. So we started to agree on things, and she apologized. And granted me as much custody as I wanted. I mean, as much as I asked for in the first place. And one thing led to another, and… it just happened."

"Does that mean… you lied to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't even tell me, that you got custody of her. When I talked to you, and told you that I still loved you, you told me you were trying to get custody. Trying, Luke. That you hadn't yet."

"I'm sorry; I just… didn't want to have to explain things."

"So you didn't. You lied to me."

"Look, Lorelai, it's not like you're so innocent in the sleeping with the parent with your child and lying about it!"

Lorelai looked at Luke.

"I can't believe you would say that to me. I can't believe that you would ever use that against me."

"Lorelai, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"No, Luke! I never lied to you about that, not once."

"I can't believe you're getting mad at me for this, Lorelai! I made a mistake, okay? I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad that you slept with Anna, okay? I, of all people, am not the one that should be mad for that! I'm mad because you lied to me, Luke."

"I told you now, didn't I?"

"I need to get out of here. I can't deal with this right now."

She got up and headed for the door.

"Lorelai, wait. You're just going to run away?"

"Well, that's what I do, best, isn't it?"

"Okay, fine, go off and calm down."

"Yeah. That's exactly what I'll do!"

Lorelai walked out of the diner.

A/N 2- Didja like it? I'm hoping so, even though I haven't really seen any Gilmore Girls lately. I went and watched five minutes before I wrote this chapter, though, to get in the mood. Not of the current season, though, God no. Fourth season. Okay, anyway, I love reviews! .:wink wink:.