Disclaimers: We own nothing because if we did, we would be able to write this fic in the same continent.

Writters: Laurence and Marie-Eve, or JJlolotte and Meve, or The Evil Twin and Mimimoon (choose the one you want).

Special thanks to Angela, our betareader who had a lot of job.

Translation from french: Laurence

Choose me Tonight

The situation was bad, really, really bad. Rory was in the hospital, Luke didn't know where Jess was, and Lorelai was following him everywhere yelling hysterically that everything was his fault. Luke couldn't believe that she was blaming him. How could it be his fault? He wasn't the one who drove the car, he didn't ask Jess to drive this car, he didn't even know they took the car and if he had known, he will never have let Jess go. The only thing he did was give a chance to a kid who needed it.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to find out where Jess is."

"Well, I'll tell you where he is not – he is not in the emergency room having his arm plastered up!"

"Hey, I'm sorry about Rory. You know I care more about her than I do myself, but at least you know where Rory is and at least you know that she is okay. Now, I have to find Jess and I have to make sure that he's okay, and if that cuts into your screaming time, well that's just too damn bad."

"GO TO HELL."

"Right back at ya."

Luke was so angry that he couldn't think anymore. He walked away to go find Jess and picked up his pace, playing and replaying tonight's events in his head. "Go to hell... right back at you", picturing Lorelai's face. He had really hurt her. Suddenly he felt waves of regret coming. It was true that Lorelai didn't have to treat him like this, but she was frustrated and full of emotion and didn't know what she was saying. He turned to face her, and what he saw broke his heart.

Lorelai had difficulty holding back her tears. First Rory in the hospital and now, Luke. There were too many emotions for one night. When she realized that Luke was going away to find Jess, she turned around in the other direction to head home. Then she saw it. Passing right in front of her, she saw Rory's totally destroyed car being towed to Gypsy's. The front of the car was totally crushed, and she was sure the car wouldn't run anymore. Seeing Rory's car was too much to stand. She lets a few more tears fall, then opened her purse and took out her cell phone to call someone, anyone.

Luke saw Lorelai, totally devastated. He was ashamed of what he said earlier.

"Lorelai..." he shouted, hoping that she would look at him.

But Lorelai didn't answer; she kept playing with her phone to make the call. Luke just came close to her, took her cell phone away, put it back in her bag, and then took her in his arms.

"Lorelai, I'm sorry."

"Luke... my baby..."

" I know," he said, drawing her closer.

"My baby... she could have been... things could have been so much worse."

"Shhh… calm down," whispered Luke, caressing Lorelai's hair.

"And if it were worse? If Rory was... I couldn't... Oh Luke, she could have died!"

"Lorelai, please calm down, Rory is fine, she is in the hospital; she's safe. She's going to be fine," he articulated again.

Luke hugged her tenderly for a few minutes longer when he finally felt Lorelai's body start to relax. He had dreamt a lot about taking Lorelai in his arms, but certainly not under these circumstances. She seemed so fragile at this moment. Luke's heart was broken to see her this way. Rory was the only person in the world for whom Lorelai would give her life.

Of course this accident wasn't that drastic, nothing irreparable but as Rory's mother and best friend, Lorelai played out every conceivable scenario in her head.

Lorelai pulled away from Luke and dried her tears with the back of her hand. She realized what she had said to Luke earlier, the words that she used:" Go to hell!" She was so angry that she didn't think about what she was saying. She kicked herself for what she had said…Luke didn't deserve that, he had always been there for her, and for Rory. How could she yell at her best friend that way? He always made time for her and what she needed. Lorelai knew that Luke loved her and Rory as much, or even more than his own family… his own family: Jess.

Lorelai was ready to apologize, but Luke spoke first:

"It's late. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"No, thanks. I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"... Oh my god, what time is it?"

"Nine-thirty."

"I have to go back to the hospital, Rory had to have some X-rays. She's probably done by now."

"Oh, of course, go... do you want me to drive you?" Luke asked. He didn't want to let her go in this state.

"No, no thank you, I have my car."

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah, I really need to go now," she said, knowing perfectly well that they would have to talk about tonight's fight. But not now. Rory came first.

"Bye", she said. And without thinking, Lorelai gave Luke a sweet gentle kiss on the lips and went to her car.

Luke stood there frozen, unable to move.

"Okay, you've got your TV, you've got your books, your magazines, your refreshments, you have your CD player, your assorted CDs. Stan Freberg, Ash, you have your Sinead O'Connor – because when life really gets you down, Sinead's really the one to teach you some perspective. You have a pad of paper in case you decide to write the great American novel. And over here you have a tiny but annoying bell in case there's something here that you need but you don't have and you want to summon the common but lovely house wench who will promptly leave her talking mice and come to fetch the Contessa whatever she may require."

"I think what Contessa requires right now is sleep."

"Is your arm hurting you?" Lorelai asked, a bit worried.

"Unh uh, but the stuff they gave me at the hospital made me a little dopey."

"My little Marianne Faithful. Scooch down now and go to sleep."

Lorelai started to move a chair and put it in the corner of the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Just a little feng shui; go to sleep." she replied, taking a pillow and a blanket.

"Mom, you don't have to sleep in here tonight."

"I know, I just think the chair looks nice here."

"And what's the blanket for?"

"In case the chair gets cold."

"And the pillow?"

"To keep the blanket company."

"Uh huh."

"Okay, everything's in its place. Chair seems warm, blanket seems happy, just one thing missing. . .oh, yeah. Goodnight."

"Freak of sideshow proportions."

"I love you, too."

"Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry."

"Shh, the chair is trying to sleep," Lorelai said sleepily.

"Mom, you would tell me if something happened between you and Luke tonight, right?"

Lorelai opened her eyes. The kiss thing, which she had tried not to think about after leaving Luke earlier, came back to mind. She felt her face turning red. Had she really kissed Luke? Oh no no no no no, I will not start this now. I shouldn't be thinking about Luke… just stay focused on Rory.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Luke… when we came back from the hospital we passed by the diner, and he stared at our jeep for a long time."

"Nothing happened between me and Luke."

"Mom, did you fight?"

"No."

"Mom!" said Rory doubtfully.

"Ok, yes, we fought."

"Oh mom! What did you tell him?"

"Hmm... I told him to go to hell."

"NO!"

"Hey! I wasn't alone in that and I was desperate! I needed to yell at someone. The someone should have been Jess, but I couldn't find him so I just yelled at his uncle instead."

"Mom!"

"It's not bad, we are... we made up, I apologized, he apologized, everybody apologized, everything is good."

"And that's all?"

Lorelai hesitated a bit before replying: "That's all. It's late. Go to sleep. You had a big night... and so did I."

"Night mom, I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

A bit reassured about her daughter, Lorelai settled comfortably in the chair and fell asleep.

Lorelai woke up very stiff. Sleeping in a chair wasn't the best idea, and all the thoughts rolling around in her head didn't really help her sleep well. When she turned around in the chair, she felt someone next to her. She opened her eyes, half asleep, but quickly woke up when she realized that there really was someone asleep on the chair next to her.

Luke. Luke was there, sound asleep, sitting on one chair, his foot propped on another. "How can he sleep so peacefully in that position?... Wait a minute! What the hell is he doing here?"

"Luke," she whispered, nudging him a bit.

"What? What's happening?" Luke replied, startling awake.

"Shhh, come on," she said, taking his hand in hers and leading him into the kitchen slowly to not wake up Rory.

The feeling of Lorelai's hand in his felt familiar to him. It reminded him of earlier that night, when he had Lorelai in his arms, he caressed her hair. He kissed her… No, Lorelai Gilmore had kissed him, but why?

"What... what are you doing here Luke?" Lorelai's voice brought Luke back from his thoughts.

"I just wanted to know how Rory was, but everything was dark. I threw some rocks at your window but you didn't answer."

"You threw rocks at my window?"

"Uh, yeah… I was worried about Rory, I thought you might stop by the diner when you came back from the hospital, so when you drove by without stopping I thought that maybe Rory wasn't okay."

Oh no. Rory was just a little bit dizzy from the meds they gave her," and also because I kissed you, Lorelai added to herself.

"Okay, well, I'm sorry to barge in like this, but the back door was open and …well sorry... I should have come at a more appropriate time. But I had some stuff to take care of...with..."

"Thank you for coming." Lorelai cut his rant short, looking at him very gratefully.

"You're welcome," Luke replied with a sincere smile.

The silence that followed seemed to last forever before they both started to speak at the same time

"Luke..."

"Lorelai..."

They both let out an awkward laugh.

Oh my god, this situation is so weird. Please let him speak first, Lorelai said to herself, so sure that Luke would ask for some kind of explanation about the kiss.

"You go first," she said.

"Hmm… okay." He paused and said with a sigh, "I sent Jess away."

"What?" She asked, absolutely disappointed about what Luke just said; On the one hand she was disappointed because she hadn't expected to hear about Jess, and on the other hand because she wasn't sure about what "I sent Jess away" meant.

"I... sent Jess away."

"Luke, no."

"In fact he wanted to leave town."

" Oh Luke, no."

"It's just better like this. It will be better," he said swallowing hard, "It will be better for everybody."

"Luke - is it because of what I said earlier?"

"..."

"Luke?"

"Well, let's just say that I didn't really ask him to stay."

"Luke! I didn't really mean what I said earlier, you know? I was... I was sad and panicked and lost. I didn't know what I was saying; I just said the first thing that came to mind."

"But you meant it, didn't you?"

"... ," Lorelai stayed quiet, staring, at the floor.

"That's what I thought," he said, making a move to the front door.

"Luke, no! I'm sorry. I know it's not Jess's fault and even less yours, but it's true that I meant some of the stuff I said. You should have asked me before asking Rory to help Jess, and you shouldn't have left them alone in the diner."

"They are 17 years old; they are able to take care of themselves without breaking their arms."

"Apparently not. Listen, Luke," she said coming closer to touch is arm. "I would be lying if I said that Jess is my favorite person in Stars Hollow, and you know that, but that's no reason to send him back to New York."

"It was his choice," Luke managed to say, his eyes looking at the floor, totally distracted by Lorelai's hand which was still gently but firmly holding his arm.

"But you should have stopped him. Can you imagine how sad Rory is going to be when she finds out that Jess is gone?"

"I... I didn't think about it! Idiot!"

"Hey!" She said taking his jaw in her hand to force him to look her in the eye. "You are not an idiot. Everything is going to be all right, I promise."

Lorelai's hand was still on his face, but her touch had changed into a slow caress. Their eyes hadn't left each other's since Lorelai started to speak. They were saying more in this simple look than had been said in a lifetime. Every stolen moment, every interrupted kiss, every unspoken word was now coming to light. Lorelai broke eye contact first, but only to look at Luke's lips.

Luke couldn't believe the situation he was in now. He knew perfectly well what was going to happen, and he knew that Lorelai knew it too. Slowly, simultaneously, they closed the space between them and their lips met.

Luke had dreamt about this moment for years. The moment when he would finally be able to kiss Lorelai Gilmore. And he was doing it with passion, his body tight against hers, his lips caressing and tasting Lorelai's, his eyes closed. He had never experienced something like this before, never in his whole life had felt so good. It was too good to be true, too good to last forever and he knew it.