The Lady With Blue Eyes

Disclaimer: Um . . . I don't own it, okay? It's all the people who own Gilmore Girls who own this. Duh.


Lorelai Gilmore, a young, attractive woman, stepped into a coffee shop on the corner. Her hair was in a quick ponytail and she left a trail of strawberry scent after her. Her lip gloss was smeared and she looked as though she needed something.

That something was coffee. And she needed a lot of it.

Her hands dug into her purse, mumbling to herself as she walked to the counter. The hustle and bustle around her didn't faze her. She kept to herself, but seemed to be bursting to tell someone about her life.

A man walked up to her from the other end of the counter. He studied her for a second before grabbing his little notebook and pencil from his flannel shirt's pocket. His baseball cap was loosely put on his head and he needed to shave.

"How may I help you?" he asked the girl. She looked up at him with big blue eyes.

"Can you give me a new life?" she asked hopefully. "Because if I don't get one soon, then I think I'll die."

"Why?" he asked. She sighed and played with the hair rolling out of her ponytail.

"Because. I'm a 15 year old girl who's pregnant and the baby has no father," she said gloomily. "My parents kicked me out, and all I want to do is crawl into a ditch and have a garbage man drop all his crap on top of me."

The man thought for a moment before he answered. He was never very good at feelings and never completely understood women. But she just said she was 15, so teen.

That's even worse.

"Every baby has a father," he pointed out. The girl shook her black haired head.

"Not mine. My boyfriend broke it off when he heard," her eyes saddened. "All my friends . . . I don't want to tell them. But he will. And with disgust."

He wanted to say something along the lines of 'If you knew how much of a jerk he was, then why did you date him?' but she wanted advice, he could tell, not a prep talk.

"Why don't you talk to your guidance counselor at your school?" he asked.

"Hah!" she snorted. "He'll give me some rubbers and tell me to have an abortion."

"Um," he said, trying to find a way out of the conversation, "what can I get you?"

"Do you have coffee?" she asked.

"Sure," he smiled slightly. "What kind?"

"The kind that makes you less tired," the girl said, yawning.

Well, that narrowed it down.

"Right," he nodded, "I'll be back." He turned around and got a cup, but looked back at her. "What's your name?"

"Lorelai Gilmore," she replied automatically.

"I'm Luke Danes. Nice to meet you."

A/N: That was the prologue. In case you were wondering.
Now, all you avid Gilmore Girls peeps. I want to explain that I've seen all the first, second, third, part of the fourth and fifth, and all of the sixth season. And I've seen most episodes only once, so I'll have some stuff wrong.
And it's AU anyway.
-- Eternal Love LJ