A/N: Wow. The time I thought would never come has finally arrived. Yup. That's right this is the next and final chapter of TippeGypsyDoo. Thank you to all my readers for your kind words of encouragement as I have embarked on this slightly twisted, slightly comical, slightly nutty, and sometimes ever heated tale of Gypsy's political journey. It's been a blast to write and I'm trilled to have had the opportunity to share it with all of you these past few months.

A huge thank you and many much hugs to Jewels12 the best beta and friend a girl could have asked for. Your suggestions and comments on each of these chapters have been something I've looked forward to and treasured. And I think some of those comma rules are finally sinking into this thick, idea filled skull of mine! But don't worry, you're not out of work yet!

I hope you enjoy this final installment of TippeGypsyDoo as much as I enjoyed writing it!


Lorelai rested her head on Luke's bare chest and traced lazy circles around his nipples as she listened to his deep breathing. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was relaxing and she felt more content than she had in a long time.

Luke smiled down at her and slowly stroked his fingers through her hair as he marveled at how open she had been with him about her emotions this evening. Any doubts or fears he'd had about the permanence of their relationship had been replaced with an overwhelming feeling of love and devotion. His smile broadened as he watched her fingers glide across his skin and his thoughts turned to their recent love making.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud gurgling sound coming from the vicinity of Lorelai's abdomen. She giggled slightly and shifted her body so she could look at him. "I think it's time for that dinner you promised me."

Luke chuckled, his own stomach churning noisily. "I think you're right." He leaned over and kissed the top of her head before sliding out from beneath her.

Lorelai rested her head on a pillow and watched appreciatively as he pulled a tight pair of jeans over the perfect curve of his backside. He walked around the room, searching for his shirt. He found it poking out from under the bed on her side, but when he moved to pull it on she stopped him, tugging it gently out of his grasp.

"I like the natural man look on you," she said by way of explanation as she pulled his blue flannel shirt over her head and moved to climb out of the bed.

Luke grinned as she draped her long legs over the side of the bed, and rose to stand beside him. "Fine. But if I have to go without the shirt, you have to go without the pants." He leaned over and kissed her gently on the nose while he quickly unfastened the first few buttons of her shirt, revealing the gentle swell of her cleavage. "And wear the shirt like that." He kissed her again, this time on the lips, and walked toward the kitchen.

He bent down to inspect the pork tenderloin that was in the oven. He lifted the lid and the apartment filled with the delicious aroma of rosemary, thyme and something sweet, like wine. Lorelai's stomach growled again and she followed him into the kitchen, plunking herself unceremoniously onto one of the chairs at the table.

She observed Luke with wonder as he moved gracefully throughout the kitchen adding the finishing touches to their meal. There was something about him, half naked, and moving around the kitchen that made her want to grab him and do unsanitary things to him on the table. She blushed when Luke caught her eye, her cheeks flaming at the less than virtuous thoughts she was having.

Lorelai looked away, trying to think of less dangerous things; bicycle, unicycle, unitard, hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey underpants. She giggled, attracting a strange look from Luke as he carried their plates to the table and set one in front of her.

Lorelai took in the delicious feast before her. Even the strange green vegetables looked good. "Wow, Luke, this looks amazing," she said, awe ringing in her voice. "I didn't know you could cook."

"I cook for you every day." He pointed out as he began to eat.

"Yeah, but that's diner food. This is real food. It's fancy stuff. I didn't know you could do this." She cut off a piece of her meat and moaned as it practically melted in her mouth.

Luke tried to ignore his body's reaction to her moan, attempting to focus on her words instead. "One of the many mysteries you have yet to discover about me."

"You mean there are more? And here I thought I knew everything about you. Why Luke, have you been holding out on me?" she teased.

"I've got to do something to keep you interested," he joked.

"Oh babe," she breathed, "Believe me, that is not going to be a problem."


The next morning was election day, and Lorelai woke before Luke. She watched him sleep for a moment; there was a giant smile on his face and she wondered what he was dreaming about. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and reluctantly climbed out of the warm bed. She had a bunch of things to do for the inn today in addition to last minute campaigning and post election party planning, so she needed to get an early start.

She quickly threw on her fancy dress and heels and slipped down to the diner to grab a quick coffee before she ran home to change into her work attire.

She was sitting at the counter, inhaling the blessed aroma of the java bean when Kirk cornered her.

"Lorelai. I'm glad I caught you!" He held his hands behind his back as he bounced excitedly.

Lorelai eyed him wearily, terrified of the indescribable item that was sure to jump out at her from behind his back. 6 am is really too early in the morning to deal with Kirk, she thought, groaning inwardly. How does Luke do this on a daily basis?

Taking Lorelai's look as an invitation to continue, Kirk pulled the item out and held it up proudly.

Lorelai frowned, wondering what was significant about a plain black t-shirt. "Uh, nice colour, Kirk. It's very… um, black."

Kirk's face fell. He was clearly disappointed in her reaction. "You don't like it? But it's your slogan!"

"What slogan, Kirk? It's a blank shirt." Lorelai turned back to her coffee and took a huge gulp.

Kirk frowned and examined the t-shirt carefully. After several moments of wrestling with it, he finally turned it right side out and held it up again. This time, Lorelai saw the words In Gyspy We Trust emblazoned across it in white lettering.

"It's lovely Kirk," she said, trying to stifle a giggle, "But um… who is Gyspy?"

"Gyspy?" Kirk was clearly confused.

"Yeah. GySPY! Oh! Maybe they're a spy for Taylor." Lorelai frowned. "Okay, my jokes suck at this time of the morning." She swallowed another mouthful of coffee.

Kirk inspected the t-shirt again, this time noticing his error. "Crap! Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!" he shouted, stamping his foot.

"Watch the language Kirk, or you mother might make you wash your mouth out with soap again," Lorelai warned.

"Sorry!" Kirk promptly shut his mouth but continued to stomp his feet. He was practically having a tantrum in the middle of the diner, and every early bird in the room was staring at him.

Finally, Kirk stopped his odd jiggling, pursed his lips determinedly and said to Lorelai, "I will fix this," before he sped out of the diner and around the corner.

Lorelai shook her head, poured her coffee into a to-go cup and headed off to face the insanity that was sure to be her day.


At 5 that evening Lorelai returned to the diner to meet up with Gypsy and Sookie for the pre-rally, rally. Luke was leaning on the counter glaring at his diner of crazy. The place was packed and no one was ordering anything, instead they were all plotting ways to ensure Taylor's political demise.

Luke brightened when Lorelai stepped into the diner and came toward him. "Hey," he said, as she leaned across the counter. He found her lips and began to kiss her with urgency. He'd been disappointed when he'd woken up alone that morning and he'd been day dreaming about kissing her all day.

Lorelai's eyes widened in pleasant surprise, this was his second sudden public display of passionate affection this week. I could get used to this, she thought as she pressed her tongue against his lips and entered his mouth.

Luke was just beginning to curse the counter between them when a loud fake cough from behind Lorelai caused them to break apart.

Gypsy was standing in the middle of the diner with her hands on her hips, looking less than pleased. "I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure was heading toward 'get a room' making out, but the polls have opened and Taylor is refusing to let people in."

"What?" Lorelai swung around to the other side of her stool and looked at Gypsy incredulously. "Seriously?"

"See for yourself." Gypsy gestured across the street where Taylor was standing on the front porch of Miss Patty's surrounded by a mob of angry townspeople. Sookie was standing on the first step, her cheeks blazing as she screamed at him.

"Wow. It's like he's reached a whole new level of crazy," Lorelai said.

Luke grimaced. "If someone opened a store in this town selling giant butterfly nets they'd make a fortune."

Lorelai laughed. "I guess I better go help Sookie before she explodes. I'll see you later, babe."

Lorelai shot Luke one last glance that clearly indicated that she wasn't done with him yet, before grabbing Gypsy's hand and pulling her across the street to Miss Patty's.

Sookie and Taylor were engaged in a vicious cycle of "Can not! Can too's!" by the time Lorelai managed to shove her way through the crowd.

"Sookie stop, this is getting us nowhere," Lorelai said sternly to her friend. Sookie pursed her lips and stood glaring stonily at Taylor.

Gypsy took advantage of the sudden silence to take her shot, "For crying out loud, Taylor, the polls were supposed to open ten minutes ago. Just open the door and let the people vote."

The rowdy crowd roared in agreement with shouts of "Yeah!" and "Get over yourself, ya big bully!"

Taylor raised his hands in defeat and moved away from the entrance. The crowd surged forward and Lorelai had to press herself against the side of the building to avoid being crushed.

As the crowd thinned, Taylor headed back to his Soda Shoppe while Gypsy, Sookie and Lorelai held a conference in the gazebo.

"So what do you think my chances are?" Gypsy asked suddenly.

"After tonight's little display, I'd say you're a shoe in, " Sookie squealed. "That's a weird expression isn't it? Shoe in. What does that even mean?"

Sookie's musings were interrupted by Kirk who came tearing up the path like a moose in heat. He collapsed, wheezing, onto the floor of the gazebo as the three women gaped in bewilderment.

"I'm okay." Kirk gasped, his hand on his chest as he breathed rapidly, trying to get oxygen to his brain. "I … just … wanted to … tell you, the results of my latest …. poll are in." He stood up as his breathing reached normalcy again.

"They are?" Sookie clapped.

Lorelai looked pointedly at Kirk. "What was the result?"

"Unanimous. I polled every single person in town and they all said the same thing, they're all voting for Gypsy."

"Everyone?" Gypsy's jaw dropped.

"Yes. Hatred for Taylor runs very deep."

"Wow." Lorelai blinked, shocked.

Sookie shouted happily and did an odd victory dance, arms and legs flailing everywhere. Kirk ducked to avoid a collision before exclaiming, "Oh. I almost forgot." He pulled a box out from underneath the gazebo bench and handed them each a t-shirt. "I'm giving these to everyone."

"Thanks," Gypsy said, holding it up.

"Gyspy?" Sookie tilted her head, as if to see if it would make the letters switch into the proper order.

Kirk sighed. "The printer couldn't change it. You could just change your name, you know, we could all start calling you that."

"No. You couldn't." Gypsy glowered at him.

"Thanks for the gesture, Kirk," Lorelai interjected. She handed Kirk a large pile of shirts and sent him to hand them out.

Once he was gone, Gypsy pulled on the shirt and shrugged. "I kind of like it." Her eyes narrowed. "But if you ever tell, I'll have to kill you."

Sookie and Lorelai agreed, pulling on their own shirts. Then the three women linked arms and headed to the polls.


Several hours later, practically the whole town was crowded into the diner to celebrate Gypsy's victory. Almost everyone was wearing one of Kirk's t-shirts and the spy jokes were flying.

Taylor was sitting next door, alone, alternating between gazing wistfully at the crowded diner and attempting to make phone calls about the sign in the town square which someone had changed to read "Gypsyville" instead of Stars Hollow.

Luke appeared to have gone into hiding, so once Lorelai was sure everyone had everything they needed, she grabbed a giant slice of pie and two forks and slipped behind the curtain.

She knocked on the door and was met with silence. She knocked again, louder this time, and a moment later soft footsteps approached.

Luke opened the door, his eyes bleary and his hair mussed. He was wearing his sweats and had obviously gone to bed.

"Oh. I forgot. You have an early delivery tomorrow, don't you?" Lorelai started to back away, realizing that a spontaneous night of passion with Luke was not in the cards for the night.

"I do, but come in anyway." He swung the door open and beckoned for her to enter.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure." He gently grasped her wrist and tugged her toward him, nearly knocking the pie out of her hand.

He kicked the door shut behind them and led her to the couch. After safely storing the pie on the counter, he returned to her and planted hot, wet kisses along her jaw. "I couldn't sleep," he whispered between kisses. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." He kissed his way to her ear and blew on it softly, sending a chill of excitement jolting through her body.

Lorelai tugged gently on his hair and directed his mouth to hers. He took her mouth with his, possessing her with every kiss, every thrust of his tongue.

He paused for a moment. "I forgot to ask how the election went. Please tell me Taylor lost."

"Taylor lost." Lorelai grinned. "Gypsy is now our fearless leader."

"Thank goodness," Luke said through gritted teeth. "Another day of Taylor and his--"

Lorelai placed a finger to his lips to shush him. "I don't want to talk about Taylor," she whispered as she rose from the couch and playfully unbuttoned her shirt. She backed her way toward the bedroom, silently willing Luke to follow her.