Title: "You're not alone"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Just borrow them for my story.
Summary: Lorelai is having a cold and there's no one to take care of her except Luke. Will this friendly gesture lead to something more? Read to find out.
Okay, I decided to start a new story. It's JJ all the way. How could you expect something else, right? LOL All
I can say is that it's not going to be as long as my first one lol, but I hope you'll like it as well.
Please read it and tell me if you like it, so that I know if I should continue or not. :)
"Mom, you sure you're okay?" Rory asked her mother when they entered Luke's Diner on Monday morning.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." They sat down at a table in the middle of the Diner.
"I could stay, you know."
"Don't be ridiculous. You were looking forward to this trip for weeks." Lorelai shook her head, followed by a sneeze. "It's nothing."
Rory looked at her mother in disbelieve. "Yeah sure. I can see that."
"Rory, stop it. I told you I'm fine." she sneezed again, and rummaged in her purse for a handkerchief.
With his notepad in his hands, Luke came to their table. "What can I get you?"
"Blueberry pancakes and coffee." Rory answered, looking up at Luke.
"'kay." he scribbled it down and shifted his gaze to Lorelai. "And you?"
Achoo !! Lorelai turned away and sneezed in her handkerchief again. "Uhm, coffee."
Luke looked down at her with a frown. "You okay?"
"Really? Because you don't look okay."
"Geez, you really know what a woman wants to hear." Lorelai said, lifting her head up to look at him.
"No it's just..." he paused for a moment when he noticed her glazed eyes and flushed face. "Maybe you should've stayed in bed."
"My words." Rory threw in. "But she wouldn't listen."
"I promised to take you to Hartford. We're not going to see us for a week. I can't just say 'Bye. See ya.' and let you take the bus."
"I told you it'd be no problem."
"Where are you going?" Luke asked.
"We're making an excursion to Washington with our class, for political research. I wanted to stay but..."
"I think a cold is something I can handle myself." Lorelai said, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples with her fingertips.
Rory rolled her eyes at Luke and whispered. "So stubborn."
"I heard that." Lorelai opened her left eye to look at her daughter.
"Then lay down after you took her to Hartford." Luke suggested.
"Can't. Work. Inn. Staff meeting." she mumbled before she took a deep sigh.
"You should bring me that coffee of yours or I'm not sure if I'll survive the day." She coughed and reached up to her neck, waiting for the pain inside her throat to go away.
Luke looked at her for a moment before he walked behind the counter, giving Cesar the order to make some pancakes for Rory. A few minutes later he came back to their table, placing a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of Rory and filled her a cup of coffee.
Lorelai held out her mug as well but Luke reached for another pot and filled her mug with hot tea.
She blinked twice before she started. "Wha-, what's that?"
She wrinkled her nose as she looked at it. "I didn't order that."
"I know but it'd be good for you. You'll see."
She let out a small laugh, "Says who?"
"I'm saying that. Drink it."
"I want coffee." She shoved her mug away, pouting at Luke. "Coffee please."
"Tea is what people drink when they're ill."
"God, you sound like my mother." Lorelai groaned and tried a sip of tea.
"See, it's not that bad, isn't it?"
"Yeah, delicious." she faked a smile and waited until Luke left their table before she grabbed Rory's coffee.
"Hey, take your hands off my coffee. It's mine."
"I need it. You know I'm an addict. I need that stuff." she pleaded, having her fingers around Rory's mug.
"No." She removed Lorelai's fingers from her mug and took it away from her. "You don't want to pass it onto me, don't you?"
Lorelai bit her lower lip and sighed, shifting her gaze to Luke who was standing behind the counter, watching her with an eye.
He told her with his look to finally drink her tea.
Sighing, she gave in and sipped it. Ewwww. Hate herbal tea.
Independence Inn - Afternoon
Lorelai stood at the reception, checking the reservations when Michel walked up beside her.
"Michel, can you..." Achoo!!
He made a few steps back and cringed his nose. "I dare you to pass your cold onto me."
"I turned away." Lorelai said and pulled a handkerchief out of the box beside her on the counter.
"Your germs are flying around everywhere. That's disgusting." He walked away from her to keep enough distance.
"What's the matter Michel? I'm sure your immune system is strong enough." she sneezed again but this time in her handkerchief.
"That's enough. Go home."
"Go home. You're absolutely useless when you're like that."
"Go go, get!"
"But the staff meeting and reservation check and... and..." she reached up to her head. "...there was something else I wanted to do."
Michel sighed, "I can do that."
"How can you do something I don't even remember myself?"
"Lorelai, do me a favour and go!"
"But..." she studied him for a moment but she had no good reason to stay. She felt miserable. Her head was pounding, her eyes were burning and the dizziness just won't go away. "'kay." She finally said and grabbed her purse on the way to the door. When she slipped into her coat, she turned to him again. "If there's something..."
"I give you a call." Michel rolled his eyes and picked up the phone to call the delivery guy.
Without a word, she opened the door and walked out on the street and into her car. On her way home she stopped in front of the Diner, considering that a cup of coffee would probably make her feel better soon.
The Diner was pretty empty because of the everyday afternoon lull. Luke was checking the bills when he heard the bells above the door jingle. He lifted his gaze up to look at the door and saw Lorelai coming in.
"Hey, I thought you'd be in bed. I called you twice."
"You called me?"
"Yeah, to check on you. If you're okay and everything."
Lorelai slowly closed the door behind her before she turned back to meet Luke's eyes. "I am."
He put the bills down and walked around the counter. "It's 4pm. I thought we agreed that you'd go to bed after you brought Rory to Hartford?" He was now standing in front of her, looking at her in concern.
"I... I just wanted to go to the Inn and check on some things and..." she opened her coat. "Whoah, it's warm in here, isn't it?"
"Uhm no, not really."
"Sure it is." she slipped out of her coat and threw it over a chair.
"You should go to bed, Lorelai."
"I will... I just..." Suddenly she grabbed Luke's arm. "Oh god, why is everything spinning around, Luke?"
"Hey hey." Immediately Luke reached under her arms to give her support.
She clinged to him tightly, slipping her arms around his neck, her cheek slightly touching his neck.
That was when he noticed that her skin was burning. "Geez, Lorelai. You're hot."
"I am? That's a compliment, I guess." She giggled, still leaning against Luke's body.
"No, I... I mean, you're burning." He thought for a moment before he took her hand and walked with her toward the staircase.
"Where are we going?" Lorelai mumbled, still clinging at Luke's arm.
"Upstairs. C'mon." He put the curtain aside and led her upstairs.
"But I just came for a cup of coffee. You told me to lie down, remember?"
"I know and that's what you're going to do now." He opened the door to his apartment and led her in....
To be continued...