An: Dear readers, as you know I was unbelievably stuck on this story. And I finally worked it out… yet this means that the first chapter suddenly isn't the first chapter anymore. What you see below is the first chapter of this story. A rewritten version of "New York, beware.." will be posted in matter of days. I'm sorry to confuse you… I confuse myself… hahahaha, but believe me it makes sense in my head. So in a few days this chapter will be moved to chapter one and "New York, beware" to chapter 2 and chapter 3 will follow in a normal fashion… I apologize. Please bare with me. :) read and review… hope you like it.
P.S. I did change the girls name :) Celie has become Louisa ... Lou for short.
Disclaimer: Do not own Gilmore Girls.
Chapter 1. An ocean apart
London, De Vere Gardens, Kensington, 7a.m.
"Huh? What?" Logan opened one eye and looked at the black-eyed girl standing next to his bed.
"I'm going to be late!" she stated putting her hands in her sides and tapping with her foot, like her mother used to do.
"It's Saturday, kid. No school."
She rolled her big dark eyes.
"Ballet class…" Logan sighed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"You promised to take me, today." She pouted.
"You forgot!" she gasped.
"No I didn't. I'm going to be there in a minute." He said closing his eyes again. Her tiny hands started shaking him and he growled.
"Louisa, let daddy sleep. Your ballet class isn't until 10."
"I need to prepare!"
"For what?" he asked exasperated.
"My ballet class. You have to braid my hair and…"
Oh good Samaritan, he thought.
"Izzysss' day off." She lisped slightly.
"I'm tired." Logan sighed.
"You should go to bed earlier." The seven-year-old stated.
"Hey! You can not tell daddy what to do, till you have as many teeth as he does." She showed him her teeth or lack there off.
"Exactly my point." His head was hurting due to lack of night rest, but there was just no ignoring the little person in the room.
"Fine, fine, don't get your knickers in a bunch. Dad is up." He slung his legs over the edge of the bed, putting on his glasses.
"I'm going to take a shower. You…"
"Make coffee. I know. Now, you go! Vite, vite!" she waved with her hand in the direction of the bathroom.
"Where did you learn that?" he asked.
"What?" she asked looking innocently at him.
"Izzy," she shrugged.
Great. It's 7 a.m. on a Saturday and my daughter is ordering me around in Frenchgoo, He thought padding to the bathroom, hitting his toe against a chair.
"Lou!" he yelled.
"Yeah!" her muffled response reached him.
"Make it a double espresso!"
New York, East 84th street, noon
"Morning! Or better good afternoon!"
"Rise and shine!"
"I'm not home!" she exclaimed.
"Come on. It's a beautiful day and you've already slept through half of it."
Rory opened one eye, looking at her smiling boyfriend.
"You are evil. I worked till midnight yesterday. I had my dinner at 1 a.m."
"I have to work at 5. So come out of bed and give me some attention." Rory buried her head under her pillow.
"Come on… I brought coffee…"
"Fine! I'm UP!" She got out of bed putting on her pink robe and padding to Peter to give him a kiss.
"Where is my coffee?" she asked.
"And I kept thinking it was me you loved."
"Hey behind every successful woman is a substantial amount of coffee. Doesn't mean I don't love. It means I have to prioritize." Peter grinned.
"Kitchen." She passed by him.
"OH MY GOD!" he heard and flinched. "PETER!"
"Yes…?" he tried sweetly.
"Don't you YES me! Decaf is the devils blend!" she was standing in the kitchen. Her hair sticking out in every direction!
"You are just drinking way too much coffee. As a doctor I think…!"
"Don't finish that sentence!"
"And don't but me!" She downed the contents of the cup through the sink. "I am drinking my coffee with caffeine!"
"Sorry…" Peter raised his hands in defense. "It's just not healthy."
Rory started the coffeemaker.
"Says the man who smokes!"
"Fine, fine! You win! What are we going to do today?"
"Mmmmm… I wanted to go to Stars Hollow… haven't seen my mom in ages."
"I thought we would spend the day together…" he said.
"Well come with me."
"I have to be at the hospital at 5."
"Oh… well we can drive back tonight." She offered.
"Then we will be driving longer than spending time there."
"Peter… please?" she pouted batting her eyelashes.
"Fine…. Get dressed already!"
Mortimer Hall, The Debra Bradnum Ballet School , London, 10 a.m.
Logan followed the bouncy girl into the ballet school. Her pink skirt dancing around her legs.
"Now, daddy, you can't go in there with me." She said once inside.
"No, parents wait in the lounge."
"I'm going, Jeez, pushy are we? Break a leg!" he yelled after her. A dozen shocked parents stared at him.
"What? It's a figure of speech… an idiom. I didn't mean for her to really break her leg."
Still the staring. It made him nervous. They were like a pack of wolves.
He entered the lounge and was met by ten pairs of women eyes.
"Morning." He greeted, taking off his leather jacket and sitting down on a chair.
"Morning," the women sang in unison.
Christ, he thought, so there is a reason why I avoid places like this. Hartford suddenly wasn't an ocean away anymore. Ladies… do not look at me like you are going to eat me.
He got up… and walked to the coffeemaker.
"So by whom are you taken?" one of them asked.
"The little girls… Which one is yours?"
"Oh.. Lou. Short, pink dress, big eyes, long hear."
The ballet moms giggled.
"So you are…" another one asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Awwwww…" The yelled all at once.
Logan knew he had charm… but he started to get scared of sexual harassment.
Why did I leave my ring at home? Why? Why? Why did I chose today to leave it off?
"She is cute as a button."
"That she is." God, weren't they married?
His cell phone rang and he thanked God, Josef and his camel for this save.
"Ladies, I have to take this one," he excused himself and fled to the cloakroom, that resembled a big closet.
"Logan… what a surprise, you are up."
"Yes, dad." He couldn't remember the last time he was over the moon that his father called. "I'm up and about. Lou's ballet class."
"How is my granddaughter?"
"Alive and kicking."
"Everything good at home?"
"Funny that you call it that.."
"Home… you've been living in England for the past 8 years."
"So… Is this about New York again?"
Mitchum Huntzberger chuckled.
"Yes. Did you think about it?"
Logan was silent for a while. He had.
"Come on, Logan, what is holding you back?"
"Don't bullshit me, son. You said yourself that Graham was ready and eager to take over."
"It's Lou. She grew up here. It would be crude to take her away from the environment she knows. She was born here, raised her, buried her mother here. This is all she knows. She's so British that tea is running through her veins instead of blood."
Mitchum took a breath.
"She is the daughter of an American and a Spanish woman, born in England. She's a cocktail! She has your blood running through her veins not … tea. Plus she's seven! She'll adapt everywhere. The US, Spain, Norway, the frikkin' North pole!"
"Well there is an idea, dad…" Logan rolled his eyes.
"I mean it Logan… Louisa…"
"Needs a stable environment. Especially now. Her grandparents and aunts live in Spain. I can't put an ocean between them."
"Well she has grandparents and aunts living here too. By God, buy a jet, but come home."
"Well you sent me here in the first place."
"For a year, not 8!"
"Well I like England. And I like the British… Hell I adore Harry Potter! And the queen… Brittan has a queen. I can buy a jet, yet cannot buy a queen." He retorted with a heavy British accent.
"You are impossible, you know that…"
"I've heard once or twice…" he took a deep breath. "What is in New York?"
"The NYDN… I need a new wind there… someone with balls who turns the place inside out. That paper has a name, but is getting rusty… The Post is catching us…"
"Why don't you do it?"
"Because… I need someone young… And I trust you with it. Of course you'll fly in first for negotiations… I don't expect less from you. You love New York, Logan, and deny it all you want, but you are itching to get your fingers in a paper like the Daily News."
Logan sighed. Just then a stream of little girls in pink costumes filled the hallway and the cloakroom.
"Daddy!" Lou exclaimed. "Why are you in the closet?"
"Hiding…" he mouthed and she theatrically rolled her eyes.
"Dad, I'll call you back about this. Monday, first thing."
"Fair enough." He hung up.
"Was that grandpa?" Lu asked pulling on her coat.
"Does he miss you?"
"I don't know…" Logan answered fixing her scarf.
"Do you miss him?" she asked tying her shoelaces.
"Why not?" she asked again taking his hand, while they were walking towards the exit. "I miss you when you are away."
"I'm glad, Pinky."
"Daaaa-aaaad, stop calling me Pinky! I'm a woman now." She whined.
Logan rolled his eyes leading her out the door into the typical London autumn.
Stars Hollow, Luke's diner, 3p.m.
"And then Michel turned this shade of pinkish purple. I thought he was going to strangle him! That child is probably scarred for life! I mean traumatized! It will look upon the French people with fright!" Lorelai rambled.
"Shouldn't you fire him?" Peter asked, "He molested that child."
"He did not molest him he just made him pee his pants and that kid so had it coming!
Swinging on the lamp in the lounge! And me fire Michel? The Dragonfly wouldn't be the same again."
"Yes!" Rory added, "Michel is like old furniture."
"Yes… good ol' Michel… Baby! Coffee-refill!" Lorelai yelled waving her super sized cup.
"Ah…. Jeez! Don't call me that!" Luke groaned.
"Do you prefer: muffin oooor… sugarplum…or…smoochie poo. NO! Lady Bug! Perfect!"
"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore Danes! You are soliciting for a divorce!"
"Mean lady bug!"
"I'm going to turn myself in!" Luke mumbled filling the cup of his wife till the rim, "Some nice institution with an ocean view…"
"So Rory, your birthday is coming up," Peter addressed her.
"It is… October 6th"
"Well it's a Thursday and I have to work on Friday so I didn't have anything in mind. Friday I'm going to Stars Hollow… well we are…ok? I've always had a birthday here…"
"Sure, Peter smiled."
"What about I take you to dinner on Thursday then."
Rory smiled looking into his kind green eyes and nodded.
"I would love that."
"Good." He leaned in lightly kissing her on the lips.
"Oh knock it off you two!" Lorelai's voice chimed. "Didn't you hear… I'm getting divorced."
"Aw.. poor you." Rory hugged her mother. "Will I still have free coffee privileges?"
"I'll see what my divorce lawyer can do."
Café des Amis, London, noon
Logan watched his daughter carefully fish every olive out of her salad and dump them on his plate.
"¿Habla usted inglés?"
"No, disculpame, no entiendo" She didn't miss a beat.
"Lou… I'm serious."
"How would you feel about moving?"
"Moving where?" the girl asked stuffing a fork full of salad in her mouth.
"To New York…"
"That's in America." The girl remarked.
"You are an American."
He nodded again.
"Would we visit?"
"London? Of course, hon."
"What about grandma and grandpa?"
"Well you would still visit them too. I mean you're still going to Formentera on spring break."
"But school then?"
"Well they have good schools in New York too… ballet schools too." He added with a wink.
"And Vicky and Kate?"
"You can visit your friends during holidays… or they can come stay you. Plus you're a cool kid… you'll make new friends."
"But what about Hopscotch?"
"Well we can't leave him here, can we?" Logan laughed about her oversized grey bunny.
"But Hopscotch will miss London."
"I think Hopscotch doesn't really care where he is… as long as he's with you."
"And we can go visit uncle Finn and uncle Colin."
"Yes… we couldn't hide forever." He laughed. God, he missed those idiots.
"And Rory." He nodded. "So you wouldn't be upset if we moved in like 2 months?"
"I suppose it's ok…" She shrugged. "You like it there, don't you?"
"I love it there."
New York, East 84th street, 11pm.
Rory let herself fall on her bed. She was beat. After lunch with her mom in Stars Hollow and dropping off Peter at the hospital she met up with Stephanie and the two had visit an exhibit of Stephanie's October. The girl literally had a different man each month. Rory kicked off her shoes and smirked with a heavy sigh, when the phone rang. She rolled on her stomach reaching for the phone and nearly fell of the bed.
"'lo?" she tried to pull herself up grasping the comforter.
"Ace! Caught you in a bad time?"
"Logan. Hey! No!" With a thud her butt hit the ground.
"What are you doing? I told you that yoga was not your thing." She could practically see his smirk.
"Ha ha ha. I fell off the bed."
"It sounded as if you fell off of Annapurna."
Climbing on her bed again she installed herself in a pile of pillows.
"So how have you been, Ace?"
"I'm good. Tired, but good. Steph and I we went to this gallery. Her newest flame was the artist so…"
"It were lumps of clay, faintly resembling lumps of clay."
"That good, huh?" he laughed.
"Well the last guy she dated was a poet…"
London, De Vere Gardens, Kensington, 8pm.
Logan lay on his bed and laughed at Rory's stories about Stephanie's boyfriends, a cup of coffee steaming on the nightstand.
"Dad?" Lou asked from the dooropening.
"One sec." he told Rory and addressed his daughter.
"Can I watch tv here?" she asked.
"I'm on the phone, kiddo."
"Well I'll watch quietly." She reasoned. He sighed and motioned for her to come in.
She hopped on the bed and swiftly found the Disney channel.
"Sorry. Go on."
"I can't remember what I was saying. Was that Lou?"
"Yes… in the flesh… laying here, watching…" he glanced at the TV. " Impossible Kim."
"KIM IMPOSSIBLE!" she exclaimed laughing.
"…pardon me… As I was saying; impossible Kim."
"So how about you? Anything new?" Rory asked.
Logan smirked and leaned back against the pillows, playing with Lou's soft dark . He contemplated whether to tell her or not.
"No, same ol', same ol', Ace."