The Incredible Rising Lorelai

By Gigi

Author’s Note: This takes place after Lorelai sinks into Luke, crying in The Incredible Sinking Lorelai’s

A/N 2: Lorelai’s POV. Lorelai and Jason are not together in this

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to ASP and the WB.

A/N: by the way, I’m not sure if I’m gonna include Lorelai finding out Rory and Dean did it like in the show…I might but I’m not sure.

I smile at him, not noticing Rory practically beaming at the two of us, and start to drift off to sleep or ‘beddy-bye land’ as Vin Diesel likes to call it. I’m on the border of dreamland when I hear a voice I’d like to prefer I was dreaming about in the background…ugh, not now!

As I hear Emily charging down the hallway, coming closer with every “Let me see my daughter, dammit!” I will myself to go back to sleep, to escape a confrontation with my mother. The last thing I need right now is my mother telling me I’m not taking care of myself.

“Lorelai Gilmore!” I hear as my mother bursts into the room. Groaning, I turn around to face her, still lying down.

“Yes, mother?” I ask in a tone that makes it seem like it’s completely normal to be sleeping in a hospital room.

“What were you thinking going off and getting raped!” My mother did not just blame me for being attacked.

“Almost, mom, I was almost raped.” I cut in. All that gets me is a glare. “And it wasn’t like I chose to get attacked!”

“You!” Emily starts in on Luke. What?

“What did I do?” Luke looks like a deer caught in headlights. Poor Luke

“You did this!” Are you kidding me?

“Mom, you don’t know what you’re talking about! It wasn’t Luke!” I argue.

“Oh, really? Then who was it?” I’m not sure I should tell her. Should I lie? No that would be really bad…oh, god, I’m turning into Rory.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.” I say, trying to stall.

“Try me,” my mother tests.

“It’s…uh…it’s…Christopher,” I end sounding like a question. So when did I suddenly become an eighth grader?

“Oh stop lying, Lorelai. It’s incredibly immature!” Emily scoffs. Do I know how to call it or what?

“See? I told you! I’m not joking about this.” I sit up; this is not a conversation to be having while lying down. “Christopher tried to rape me. Deal with the disappointment that the perfect little picture in your head about me with Rory’s dad is not going to come true!” Emily is speechless. That’s like the third time in my life I actually got her to shut up. “Now, please, just go. I have the test run at the inn tomorrow and I need my rest if I want to stay conscious for the next 48 hours. If you still deign to come, your room will be waiting.”

8D

After I’m free to leave the hospital, I rush home—okay, so Luke rushes me home, then bolts…no idea why—to change. I have to be at the inn in like five minutes ago. I hear a knock at the door. What; is the entire world against me opening an inn?

“Who is it?” I yell, coming down the stairs attempting to put my shoes on. “Okay, stairs, then shoes. Stairs, then shoes,” I tell myself before rushing to the door, getting major Max-proposal-night déjà vu. I open it and nobody is there. Hmm…what’s that about? I am about to close the door when a flash of white catches my eye.

I bend down and pick up the envelope addressed to me in a flowing hand. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Sticking my thumb underneath the flap, I jerk it upwards and open the letter.

Hey, I have a lot to say and it’s not an easy feat to talk to you without you interrupting with anecdotes from movies and TV, so I think this is easier…and I know that you will read this. So, here goes. First, I hope that you’re not too sore from last night—dirty!—and that you’re up to a surprise. Don’t worry it’s a good surprise. Second, I know you’re wondering who wrote this note, well, I think you’ll remember this better if I leave you hanging. You will find out in due course. See you at the test run!

I’m standing out on the porch reading this anonymous note, smiling. I look at my watch, oh crap! I’m ten minutes late now! I rush back inside, stuff the note in my purse, grab my keys, coat and purse and stumble out the door.

My jeep pulls up at the employee parking I was smart enough to think to put behind the Dragonfly. I get out after checking that my hair hides my GINORMOUS bruise that peeks out of my hairline. According to the doctor, I have a bruise that covers like half my head. Thank you, Christopher, thanks a lot.

“Save it, Michele, I know I’m late. The doctors took their sweet time completing the forms to let me go,” I warn as Michele opens his mouth to begin what I assume is another complaint. I head back to the kitchen. “Sookie, I’m sorry I’m late! How long until Rory gets here?” I say, bursting through the door.

“15 minutes,” Sookie announces, emerging from the storage room. “Now tell me again why she didn’t just come with you?”

“She had a couple more boxes to move before she can officially declare that she is completely rid of Yale for three months. I told her she reads too much. Maybe if she wasn’t so much of a bookworm, she wouldn’t have so many boxes, heavy boxes at that, to move at the end of the year,” I quip. “Hey!” I exclaim when Sookie once again snatches the coffee mug away from me.

“Hey, don’t have sex if you can’t deal with going without coffee for nine months,” Sookie admonishes. Well, she’s got a point, but it’s coffee I’m talking about here.

“Hey, I can’t stop drinking coffee. Then I stop walking and driving and talking sense—”

“You never talk sense,” Sookie interrupts.

“Well, you know what I mean. I need my coffee. It’s my elixir of life, my life support, my if-I-don’t-get-some-inside-my-system-now-I-will-go-crazy!”

“Fine, how about this: you only drink one cup of regular coffee a day, otherwise you drink decaf. That’s more than fair.”

I pout. “Fine,” I need some coffee at least. This is better than none. The second these babies come out, I am downing like a gallon of coffee and then getting this litter addicted to the heavenly liquid just like I did to Rory. Muahahaha!

“Lorelai?” Luke pokes his head through the kitchen door.

“Luke, thank god you’re here!” I rush over to him and give him a quick peck on the lips. I’m still getting used to the fact that I can do that in public now. “Follow me.”

“I brought my toolbox like you asked.”

“Dirty!”

“Ah jeez!”

“Oh, buck up, Luke. I need you to fix something. There’s this thing in my office that won’t shut up and I know for a fact it’s not supposed to be humming like that,” I look back at him and wink. I hope he really doesn’t expect anything to be broken.

As soon as we get inside the safety of my office, I close the door and turn around. “I have a…topic…to discuss with you,” I announce, placing my hand on my stomach and hoping he gets my point. Luke nods. “I thought we could go ahead and discuss names for the twins…”

“Okay…”

“I was thinking about Erica (A/N: after Erica from Friends) Lily Danes—”

“Wait, Danes? You’re using my last name?”

“Well, you are the father…and for a boy, I was thinking about William Robert Danes,” I say, smiling.

“William Robert?” Luke raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I thought we could call him Billy Bob for short!” I hope Luke knows that I’m not joking about this whole William Robert thing.

“Okay, and what if it’s two girls?” Luke interrogates.

“I thought we could do a tribute to Grey’s Anatomy by naming her Meredith.”

“I was thinking about Alexis,” that’s not such a bad idea!

“I like it! So how about Meredith Alexis Danes, it has a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah it does! Now, what if it’s two boys? I think, since we already have one named after my father that we honor your father the same way.” Oh, my god. Is he serious?

“Uh, Luke, have you not noticed that my parents and I don’t have the fluffiest of relationships? Whenever I don’t have to go to Friday night dinner I get a warm and fuzzy feeling inside.”

“Well, you and your dad have a better relationship than with Emily.” He does have a point there.

“Fine, we’ll name him Richard Lucas Danes.” Muahahaha!

“Lucas!”

“Hey, if you want our kid to be named Richard, then he’s also named after you,” I battle. I do my famous hair flip, which I know always gets him to give in, and flash him my thousand watt smile. I’m the humblest person in the world, aren’t I?

“Fine,” he concedes.

“Okay, now that we have the names taken care of, we should probably get back so Sookie doesn’t start thinking we are doing something dirty,” I wiggle my eyebrows at him, just to make him uncomfortable.

“Mom!” I hear Rory call from the reception area.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?”

“It’s two things…you’d think we were on CSI or something,” Rory answers. Okay, right away, bad!

“I think I’ll stick with being ignorant, thank you!” I say. Rory looks at me with a you-will-regret-not-knowing-this-for-it-has-to-do-with-you-greatly look. “Okay, hit me.”

“Um, they both have to do with the word ‘father’,” Rory hints. Oh yeah, big help.

“Okay, I’m at a loss other than Christopher and my father.”

“Well, you got one right!” oh I hate fake enthusiasm.

“Oh, and which is the other?”

“A certain teacher who was almost my father…” she trails off.

“MAX is here! You have GOT to be kidding me!” please let this be one of her cruel sick jokes. PLEASE let it be that!

“And Dad…”

“Ho—, wha—, ugh! This is so not the kind of thing that was supposed to happen today!” I say. This day just keeps getting better and better!

“Lorelai?” oh crap! Maybe I shouldn’t have shrieked so loudly…

I turn around. “Max, hi! How are you?” I slowly, discreetly, close the small gap between me and Luke.

“I’m great. This inn is beautiful!” How can he be so calm and nice when I am pregnant with another guy’s twins? Oh right, he doesn’t know.

“Lorelai, hey!” I whimper at the sound of Christopher's voice and rest my head on Luke’s shoulder, his hand automatically going up to comfort me.

“Are you okay?” Luke whispers in my ear.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little headache from last night. I’m gonna go get an aspirin. God, you’d think I had a major hangover from last night if you didn’t know I got injured in the head!” I wince; I might have said that last part a little too loudly.

“Injured in the head? What happened?” Max asks, sincerely concerned.

“Christopher can fill you in, seeing as he caused it,” I glare at Christopher and walk away, before turning back and adding one more thing. “If you guys are gonna go into this, please take it outside, in the back yard. I can’t have my guests scared half to death by the ghosts of boyfriend past. And it will do nothing to help my headache,” I give Luke one last sympathetic look that has I’m sorry written all over it and head into my office. This is going to be a long day.

Next on the Incredible Rising Lorelai: Luke has a question (nothing ring-related) for Lorelai, but is unsure how to ask it. Lorelai finds a package in her suite at the Dragonfly. Lorelai still has to deal with Christopher and Max, headaches and morning sickness, and, of course, Michele. The Dragonfly is still under the test run.

A/N: Ah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to take so long! But hey, I’m only two days late! I would have actually included the Luke and the question and the package and everything, but this was a really good stopping place. So don’t kill me! I made it long!