A/N: I own nothing, but I'd gladly accept a six figure check if ASP decides to take on a consultant for her rumored Gilmore Movie. This fic is in response to a challenge by gilmorefanforever. The challenge was to write a fic about what would happen if Lorelai came across something that made everyone around her tell the truth. It takes place right after "Forgiveness and Stuff". Telling any more would give it away. So, read, review, enjoy!
Lorelai shut off her bedroom light and crawled under the covers, attempting to fall asleep. She stretched and yawned, trying not to worry about her father. She knew he'd be okay, he'd only be in the hospital for a few days, and he'd be home. She was so relieved that Luke helped her out when she needed it. She sighed, closed her eyes, and let her mind wander as she drifted off to sleep.
"Remind me why we are doing this again?" Michel droned in his annoying French accent.
Lorelai rolled her eyes and groaned. "Because, Michel, for the thirtieth time, a guest's engagement ring is missing, and we need to find it. That is what we do. Now would you please help me move the cushions of this couch?"
"I don't see you getting on your hands and knees to look for this ring, and I refuse to take part in this scavenger hunt," Michel stated curtly.
"Michel," Lorelai barked, "I am wearing a skirt. I refuse to flash my paying guests. Now please, help me look for the ring, and once it's found, you're free to go."
Michel sighed. "Fine," he consented, sincerely lending a hand in the search for the engagement ring.
"I'm going to look in the supply closet, see if it rolled underneath the door or something," Lorelai said. "Please make sure to watch the desk as well."
Lorelai walked to the supply closet and opened the door. She didn't expect a broom to fall over and hit her in the arm. She jumped back as an avalanche of cleaning supplies came tumbling down. She shook her head, cursing her luck, and vowing to have a talk with the cleaning staff. She attempted to re-organize the closet when she found a piece of paper.
The paper was old and torn, yellowed with age. She unfolded it to reveal the message, "To Tell the Truth". She shook her head, not wanting to think about the significance of it at the moment, and crumpled it into her hand, heading to the lobby to catch up with Michel.
"Michel, did you find the ring?" Lorelai asked.
Michel nodded. "Yes, I found the ring. Now may I go home? An episode of 'Passions' is starting, and I have no more room on my DVR to record it."
Lorelai scrunched up her nose. "You watch soap operas?" she confirmed.
"I am an addict," Michel confessed. "And I am also in love with steak."
"You see, Lorelai, I pretend to loathe anything with fat in it, but to be honest, steak is a meal I cannot live without," Michel admitted.
Lorelai raised her eyebrows. "You're free to go, Michel," she said, hoping his fever would go away soon. She waltzed into the kitchen, attempting to communicate with someone normal. "Sookie?" she called.
"Hang on, I'm just looking through this Rachael Ray cookbook," Sookie answered.
Lorelai groaned. "You're supposed to be the normal one here! You've always said you hate commercialized cooking… Emeril and all of them."
"Well, Rachael's food is just so… yumm-o, I suppose it's a guilty pleasure. What do you mean by normal?"
Lorelai reached for a cup to fill her coffee into. "Sookie, everyone's just coming up to me and admitting these weird and crazy things! I don't know why, it's just so weird. I didn't expect people to suddenly spill their guts to me on the third Wednesday in January. What is it, national 'admit to your lies' day?"
Sookie shrugged. "I don't know, sweetie, but I do know I have eggplant to cook."
Lorelai nodded, excusing herself from the kitchen. She looked at the piece of paper in her hand, and assumed that everyone was playing a trick on her. It wasn't April Fools Day yet, but that doesn't mean that a gag war wasn't raging without her knowledge. But then again, it could be some weird science fiction-ey happening that she'd be the only one to believe… The only way to find out was to head to Luke's.
She always knew Luke would be the one and only person through which she could judge her sanity. He was her guidepost. If she seemed crazy compared to Luke, all was well. But if she and Luke seemed to be on the same page, something was definitely up. She wondered if Rory would be spilling the beans on any secrets she had after school… was the same thing going on at Chilton? She threw on her jacket and her scarf and started the brisk walk to Luke's.
As her teeth chattered from the cold, she heard footsteps behind her. "Lorelai?"
She turned around. There was Kirk, with a pained look on his face. "Yes, Kirk?" she asked.
"Why am I jealous of Taylor?"
Lorelai wasn't sure how much more craziness she could handle. "You're jealous of Taylor?"
"I'm power hungry, Lorelai! I don't know why, I just am! I've been yearning to run against him for town selectman, but I just can't handle the pressure. He's the incumbent, meaning I'd surely lose!"
"What is it that makes everyone think that the town psychiatrist is now me? I don't get it!" Lorelai said, flailing her arms in frustration. "I'm starting to think I'm going crazy!"
Kirk shrugged. "You're the town psychiatrist? Can we schedule a meeting? I have to discuss the severity of my night terrors with you."
"No, Kirk!" Lorelai said, walking away as quickly as possible.
Lorelai opened the door to the diner and sat at the counter. "Please tell me you're going to keep me sane," Lorelai said, taking off her gloves and turning her attention to Luke. He turned to her, and looked into her eyes. It was a feeling she'd never gotten before. Her heart began pounding as his eyes met hers.
"Can we talk?" he asked, pouring her a cup of coffee. "In private?"
She shuddered, attempting to regain composure. "Uh, sure, Luke," she said, unable to get past the tingling in her spine. She followed him up to his apartment and took off her scarf. He motioned to the table, where she sat, waiting for him to begin the conversation. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black box.
"Lorelai, my life has been so much better since you've been in it. And since the day I met you, I was completely unable to stop thinking about you. And seeing you with other people kills me. I've said and done lots of things in my life to prove otherwise, but deep down, I want a family, and I want to be happy. I know you're the key to my happiness. It sounds so stupid, but it's true what everyone's been saying about us lately. I love you more than I could possibly say."
Lorelai's mind raced through emotions of happiness, confusion, relief, fear, and confusion again as Luke opened the box and got on one knee. He was proposing to her. She'd thought about Luke's reaction to certain things she'd done or said, and it all suddenly made sense. Luke Danes had been pining for her since the day he met her.
"Lorelai Gilmore, will you marry me?" he asked.
Bursting into tears, unable to reply any other way, she simply nodded as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
Lorelai shot up from her bed, immediately looking to her left hand. It was bare. She took a moment to catch her breath and got out of bed, walking into the kitchen to find a note stuck to the refrigerator. Lorelai took it and skimmed it, learning that she'd slept past nine and that Rory was already at school. The dream doctor couldn't help her on this one.
She slipped on her coat and walked to Luke's, not knowing where else to go.