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: Okay, I really need to get better with updating. It’s taking me way too long. Btw, “Paheli” is hindi for “riddle”, and it’s also a really good movie with Shah Rukh Khan and Rani Mukherjee! I’m actually choreographing a dance to Phir Raat Kati (Phir – Again, Raat – Night, Kati – I forgot what it means). Thanks to my awesome beta, OkGoPrettyMuchRules.

Scott and I walk to the gym together after the whole “my dad was in a car crash” act we put on, talking and laughing. Okay so we aren’t actually walking…more like meandering.

“So where were you going in such a hurry?” Scott asks, inconspicuously moving closer to me.

“Oh, I got this letter from somebody saying to meet them behind the gym at 8:30 and I’m already like fifteen minutes late…” I reply, blushing.

“Oh, interesting…” Scott takes my hand in his, and we walk the rest of the way holding hands.

About halfway to the gym, a thought occurs to me. “Hey, Scott?” I start.

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any idea who S. M. A. is?” I venture. It’s a long shot, but what the hell?

“Why?” Scott shoots me a puzzled look.

“That’s the person who left me the letter and a yellow rose,” I explain.

“Ah…wait, a yellow rose?” He does a double take.

“Uh…yeah, why?” I inquire, wondering what he is getting at.

“Doesn’t a yellow rose mean eternal love?”

“How did you know?” I ask, suspicious. Could Scott be S.M.A? No, it can’t be. I quickly push the thought out of my mind, regarding it as ridiculous even to consider.

“Alexis told me Milo gave her a bouquet of yellow roses for their first year anniversary,” Scott states.

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” I exclaim. Click.

8D

“Hello?” I call out when Scott and I reach the alley behind the gym. No one is there, but what is there is a note on the pole of the floodlight.

“What does it say?” Scott asks, leaning over my shoulder. From the corner of my eye, I see him grin slightly at my sharp intake of breath.

Six words:

Try again

Bertoli’s at 9:30 tonight

“What? What does this person mean by try again? Try again for what?” I inquire to no person in particular. I mean seriously, try again! What is there to try again? God, this is bugging me to no end! When the hell will I see Scott, Milo, and Alex? I turn around, finding that Scott is AWOL. “Scott? Where did you go?”

8D

In front of Bertoli’s

Okay, the downside to this new letter is the fact that Bertoli’s is like on the other side of town, so I had no time to change from my jeans and green “You Wish You Were Irish” t-shirt. Now here I stand, in front of this Italian restaurant at which I’ve never eaten, so I have no idea how the food is.

But that isn’t the point of tonight…I think.

“Miss Graham?” a waiter asks as I approach the entrance.

“Yes, I—” I begin.

“Right this way.” He leads me to the back of the restaurant to the “celebrity” seating. I feel so important!

The room is empty.

Perfect. Now I get to wait.

Luckily, I don’t have to wait for long before someone enters the room. But, strangely, it isn’t a man. It’s Parmindar Nagra (for those who don’t know, she was Jess Jaswindar in Bend It Like Beckham and is in ER).

Nope, definitely not a man.

“Hi,” I offer, standing up to hug the ER star (haha it rhymes!), confused as hell. What happened to Scott, Milo, and Alexis? “How are you?”

“Hey, Lauren, I’m great, what about you?” She warmly hugs me back before sitting beside me.

“I have very few complaints. I’m meeting some friends here for a double date re-do. What are you doing here?” I ask, not having seen Parmindar since she visited the Burbank lot a year and a half ago.

“Same here, but it isn’t a redo…and it isn’t a double date, just a single,” she laughs heartily, her brown eyes twinkling.

I open my mouth to reply when the door opens yet again. I turn to look, and again I’m disappointed. It is not Scott or Milo or Alexis. It is…Patrick Dempsey!

What the hell is going on here?

Paheli (Riddle/Puzzle) goes click: one piece falls into place while like eighty others go flying all over the place. I gotta hand it to S. M. A.: they’re certainly unpredictable.

8D

Okay, so maybe it’s going a little differently than I expected.

Fine, it is going differently than I expected.

Turns out that Parmindar, Patrick, and I were not the only people invited to this little soiree. There is also Ashton Kutcher (who brought Demi), Jennifer Aniston, Courtney Cox, Lisa Kudrow, Matthew Perry (finally! A friendly face!), David Schwimmer, Matt le Blanc, Debra Messing, Jerry Seinfeld, Maura Tierny, Ray Ramano, Patricia Heaton, and a whole host of other celebrities of the “little screen”.

Scott has to be here somewhere.

Scanning the room, I go toward the entrance of the room, where I have the most space.

I shriek at hands suddenly grabbing me from behind, drawing amused looks from nearby party-goers. Oh, did I mention Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie came too?

Turning around, I see a Scott doubled over in fits of laughter. I punch him to get his attention. “Ow!” he exclaims. “What the hell was that for?”

“What do you mean, what the hell was that for? You scared the living daylight out of me!” I respond, yelling over the music. “Where are Milo and Alexis?”

Scott, cornered, tries to cover. “Why would they be here?” Haha, Scott looks really cute when he’s panicked. I guess he can’t act for shit when he’s nervous and about to be revealed. It’s fun to watch him squirm. I almost laugh out loud. Keyword being “almost”, but that doesn’t mean my face lights up with glee. I’m not happy that he’s squirming, even though it’s entertaining; I’m happy because this proves he keeps trying to ask me out.

“Never mind…wanna dance?” I ask, leaning toward the dance floor. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

“Uh…sure…”Scott answers, completely thrown off by the request. I offer to walk hand in hand to the dance floor again. He takes my hand, and it feels just like it did when we walked the exact same way to the dance floor last year for the dance scene in Luke’s sister’s Renaissance wedding. It feels wonderful.

On the way to the dance floor, I, inevitably, trip and fall backwards again. And, once again, Scott comes to my rescue.

“Lor—Lauren, am I so awful that you attempt to kill yourself every time I’m near you?” Scott teases but he has a hint of sincerity behind his eyes…a hint of desperation. I laugh a bit at him almost calling me Lorelai.

“Haha, sure, that could be one scenario. Another could be that you enjoy catching me so much that you purposefully try to trip me so you can save my life and be the hero!” I flirt.

Scott rolls his eyes as he sets me straight, but he still holds me as close as I hold him. Our eyes lock, our breath becomes heavy and labored, and our faces get closer and closer together.

Kissing Scott when we’re acting is one thing, but kissing Scott when we’re not is another thing entirely. I wonder if anybody can actually see the fireworks going off around us, because I know I can. I feel Scott’s tongue running along my lips, asking for an invite. I open my mouth and our tongues clash for like a minute before oxygen becomes a need so dire we’re both about to pass out.

“Wow…” we exhale simultaneously, both of us panting. The party going on behind us completely disappeared as soon as our lips touched. We hardly notice Alexis and Milo jumping up and down in delight and smooch in celebration. Laughing, we lean in for another kiss. And another. And another. And another.

A/N: They’re finally together! Yay! Review please!