Pearls and Tattoos – A Scott/Lauren Fic

By Gigi

Disclaimer: I own nothing (DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT) relating to Scott, Lauren, or anybody else concerning the cast of Gilmore Girls. So don’t sue. It ain’t write.

A/N: Hey, guys! I know this is way too long to wait. I can’t even blame this on India, since I got back on the 11th. I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me!

Walking into Luke’s Diner, I stand beside the stool opposite Scott, who wipes a table.

“Hey, what brings you here?” Scott asks when I enter the diner.

“Caffeine withdrawal and I like looking at you.” I smirk in his direction as I lean on the counter. Scott goes behind the counter to get coffee.

“To go?” he asks.

“To go,” I affirm, pulling out my cute white purse. Seeing me do this, Scott tells me not to worry about paying him. “Luke,” I begin, acting like the wacky but sensible mom that is Lorelai Gilmore, “this is your business. I’ve always paid, and I always should pay,” I reason.

“Fine, but don’t tip me. Tipping now is weird.” Scott—or shall I say, Luke—is right. Tipping your boyfriend just sounds dirty…

“Okay, besides—” I give Scott and extremely exaggerated wink when I sit down on the nearest stool—“I can tip you later!”

“That was weird, too.” Scott makes a face.

“I’m a very awkward winker,” I declare, staring at Scott, who maintains eye contact for about three seconds before bursting out laughing. Laughing myself, I ask, “What the hell are you laughing at?”

“It’s nothing…It’s just…BAHAHAHA!” Scott takes five minutes just to control himself enough to speak. “Jared, he was going to his place outside the diner…and…and…and, he decided to wave like a crazy person right after you said that winking thing!” I look back toward the entrance, and I see Jared, who hadn’t realized we started laughing, turned around as soon as he saw me looking at him.

“Uh, huh…I don’t know about you, but I’ve never worked with two more mature guys my entire career!” I say sarcastically.

8D

“Coming, coming, coming!” I say, getting up to answer the door of my trailer. Swinging open the door, I look to see…uhhhh…no one. “Hello?” I look down. A yellow rose and a folded piece of paper addressed to Lauren G. Picking up the paper and rose, I shut the door and retreat to my couch.

Opening the note, I see two lines.

Meet me behind the gym at 8:30. I have a surprise for you.

P.S. Yellow roses stand for eternal love.

“Eternal love…” I repeat, smiling to myself. Flipping the paper over, I search for any indication as to who wrote this. No luck. I scrutinize the stationary for a name, initials, anything.

Jackpot!

S. M. A.

S. M. A.? Who is S. M. A.? I don’t know anybody named S. M. A...ugh! This is going to bug me!

I spend the next hour or so obsessing over S. M. A. when I really should be reading over my script for the next scene. Every minute or so, I glance at the atomic clock on my desk.

I grab my coat and race out my trailer, almost immediately bumping into Scott. “Oh! Sorry!” I apologize, but I keep falling.

“Lauren!” Scott catches me once more by my waist. “Geez, you really need to learn what balance is!”

“And you need to realize that you don’t have to actually be Luke when the cameras aren’t rolling!” I mock, smirking. I fight back a laugh as he fights back another “Aw, geez!”

We don’t move. I am still four inches from the ground, in Scott’s arms. He is still bent over, his nose and mine almost touching. I stare into Scott’s crystal blue eyes, and he stares into mine. For a minute, I completely forget about S. M. A. Scott’s eyes are so…nice to look at.

My arms, which hang around Scott’s neck, tense at the closeness of our faces. Scott finally sets me upright, feet planted firmly on the ground, and we resume staring into each other’s eyes. It takes me a minute to realize how close we’re standing: my hands are resting on his chest, and his arms are still around my waist.

“Quick, rest your head on me!” Scott whispers urgently. “And start crying!”

“What? Why?” I ask, bewildered. He can’t be telling me to do all that, no matter how much I want to…do I want to? The answer comes immediately: yes. I want to.

“Brooke!” Scott answers, and he switches gears into comforting mode, soothing me, rubbing my back. I think of the saddest memory of my life to make myself cry, but I’m enjoying being in Scott’s arms far too much. Nothing happens. I can hear Brooke coming closer, so I start to sound like I’m crying. I need something to make myself cry. Think, Lauren, think!

Before I know it, tears are falling out of my eyes. Scott, pretending to whisper soothing things in my ear, instead whispers the saddest things I’ve ever heard: my father dies in a tragic accident and such. Most of it just makes me sad, but I’m pushed over the edge when Scott, joking, says he’s moving to New York and won’t be Luke anymore, and that Scott Cohen will be Luke.

“I just can’t believe it!” I cry out hysterically against his chest. “I mean, how could that happen?” I continue sobbing.

“I know, Lauren, I know. It will all be okay. It’s hardly bound to happen again…” Scott replies, rubbing my back again.

“But it’s awful! I mean, how could-how-h…” I break down into sobs.

“Shh…it’s going to be alright, Lauren. Deep breaths…” Scott calms me down. Brooke is getting near, now.

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do!” I pull lines from an episode from last year, where I cried into Scott because I couldn’t see my daughter and the inn was falling apart. My voice becomes very tiny. “I…I don’t know what to do…”

“What happened?” Brooke’s voice genuinely startles me. I turn around (still in Scott’s arms), sniffing. My eyes feel all puffy and no doubt my mascara is running. “Lauren, are you okay?”

“Brooke!” I exclaim, wiping off my tear streaks. “What are you doing here?” My voice cracks from the crying.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Brooke asks, actually concerned. Oh, shit! Now I have to come up with a reason! Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!

“Uh…well, you see, I just heard that my father was in a car crash…” which is technically true. I mean, I did just hear that my father was in a car crash, even if Scott only made it up.

“Oh, my God, Lauren, I’m so sorry!” Brooke replies. “When did you find out?”

“Just now…” I trail off, sagging against Scott, tears streaming down my face.

“Aw, that’s awful! Is there anything I can do?”

“Um…yeah, could you not mention this to anybody? I don’t want anything out until I know everything…” I request. Knowing Brooke, she would tell every tabloid in a 100 mile radius that my father was in a crash, even though he wasn’t.

“Sure! Of course, I won’t tell anybody!” Brooke reassures me. “I have to go, but I hope everything turns out alright, Lauren!”

“Thanks,” I sniff out, and I continue crying until she is well out of earshot. As soon as she’s at least fifty feet away, Scott congratulates me.

“That is the best acting I have ever seen!” he says.

“How many times do I have to tell you I am an actress?” I ask, exasperated but smiling.

A/N: Well there you go! Review please!