AN: Sorry it's short, this is just something I quickly threw together on my phone today. Ace5492 gave me the idea for this chapter. I want to take it further but I just don't seem to have it in me at the moment. I might have the sixth sign coming off of this one. Please R&R. I don't know if you like it if you don't tell me. My hit count isn't enough.

I smiled as I watched my little girl run around the playground in Hartford. Her smile faltered every time she spotted a new piece of play equipment. Decisions, decisions. Always, without fail, she would spend all of thirty seconds observing the new discovery before turning around and once again, climbing the ladder to the slide. I turned to show my smile to Luke and he quickly returned it. Only one word could describe Luke amongst a regular setting; stoic. When he is with Rory and I though, it is a completely different story. The only word I would use is; joyful.

The birds were chirping, a breeze slightly ruffled the leaves and the sun shone down on us. As unseasonably warm as it is today, it's good.

Turning my attention back onto Rory I saw something catch her attention. Following her line of sight I finally noticed what had her so enthralled. School uniforms. High school uniforms. Their plaid skirts very softly moved with the wind, white button-up shirts had folded sleeves and navy blue blazers sat, folded over school bags. Great, just great. The last thing I wanted was for Rory to get her hopes up about going to a big school like that. No doubt could be found anywhere within me that she would get in. Our budget just wouldn't allow it. Not now, not in the future. I sighed resignedly and looked to Luke, wondering if he'd made the same discovery as Rory and myself. He hadn't. His eyes were on his hands in his lap.

I shook my head with a small chuckle and turned back to the playground, my eyes immediately searching for Rory. I spotted her, standing at the top of the ladder, small hands gripping onto the handles with everything she had, just trying to keep herself stable as she continued to watch the highschoolers. Behind Rory was a lineup of impatient kids, each voicing their annoyances to my oblivious daughter.

I stood from the bench and made my way over to her. She continued to ignore my existence. Finally I reached up and pulled her from her spot atop the plastic slope. Her slight jump didn't surprise me in the least, she was in a completely different place. As soon as she was in my arms she spun to look at me, wonder shining in her bright blue eyes.

"Mummy... Did you see that?" She asked and pointed back over to the retreating forms in blue and white.

I nodded, suppressing a laugh at the size of her eyes. "Yes sweetie, I saw it."

She looked back over my shoulder again. Searching for what wasn't there anymore. They would be home by now. The school has a very strict policy on who is allowed to attend, I should know; I didn't make the cut. You either have to be a super genius or live within a very limited radius of the campus. "Where were they from?"

"Chilton prep. It's a very big, fancy school." I told her and it looked as if she deflated. Smart is an understatement. Rory could already understand money, write and read. She knew, deep inside her that she wouldn't be going to Chilton anytime.

She looked as if she was thinking for a minute and then quickly resumed the interrogation, "is that where you went?" It must be the similarities between uniforms; they all consist of button-up shirts, plaid skirts and blazers. The only difference was the logo and the colour. Rory had seen my old uniform many times. I kept it in my closet as a reminder.

"Nope. I went to Huntley college."

"But isn't that college? What about high school?" Her curiosity was beginning to frustrate me. The endless questioning and general want for information that made up my gorgeous little girl was starting to chafe at my brain.

"No, that's just what they call some private schools. I didn't go to college, I had you remember." I tickled her stomach lightly and a loud giggle erupted from her small form. By now we had reached the bench and I sat with Rory on my lap, slightly curled into my torso, relaxing after a big day of play.

"What about you, Daddy?" Rory inquired as she looked up at Luke.

Finally, Luke looked up from his hands and paid attention to what was going on around him, his attention snapping to Rory immediately. "Hmm?"

"What big school did you go to?"

He looked at me, silently asking what 'big school' meant. "High school." I whispered over her head.

After nodding in understanding he looked down at Rory, "I went to Stars Hollow high."

"Really?" She looked stunned. This surprised me as we'd only ever know Luke in Stars Hollow. I thought she would have gathered that he went to SHHS.

With a glance at me Luke shrugged his shoulders and muttered out, "Really. I went to Primary school there too. And I didn't go to college."

"Why not? Did you have a baby too?" For Rory it must be incomprehensible for somebody not to go to college. That is, unless they were in the exact same circumstances as myself.

Luke let out a whole hearted laugh and then finally looked back down to Rory. "No, but I did meet you pretty soon after you were born." A huge smile lit Rory's face and she climbed from my lap, into Lukes. "And I'm sure glad I did." She curled into his side and hugged him with everything in her.

"I'm gonna go to college." She finally declared.

"Really?" I teased.

"Yeah." She said firmly. "I'm gonna go to college after I go to the Chilton big school."

R&R please. Xx banana flavored lemonade.