First of all, I would like to apologize for leaving the story the way I did. I'm incredibly sorry to all the loyal readers that have been waiting so patiently for an update. I'm also sorry for being M.I.A. and not responding to most of your e-mails/messages. Life was already busy when I started the mini-series but it got overwhelmingly busier and I wasn't able to commit any time to the story. I thought I could revisit this a lot sooner but I couldn't. But here I am… over a year later. Hope I still have somewhat of a Gilmore voice…

If you haven't done so, please revisit the first two parts of the mini-series before continuing. Thank you so much for your patience!

Gilmore Girls: The Mini-Series

by AudiRox

PART THREE: Bye Bye Babe

It has been over three weeks since the last scene of the previous segment.

INT. PATTY'S STUDIO – TOWN MEETING – TUESDAY NIGHT

The scene opens on Taylor Doose as he checks his clipboard and addresses the town.

TAYLOR: I have very bad news. Two weeks ago, I was going to reveal our plans for this year's summer festival. (Flamboyantly gestures at Patty, who is sitting behind Taylor) We had such wonderful plans, didn't we Patty?

PATTY: We sure did, Taylor.

TAYLOR: Well, Swine Flu couldn't have come at a worse time.

Camera cuts to the quick-witted Lorelai sitting in the front row. Sookie and Jackson are sitting to her right and Michel, to her left.

LORELAI: (With her brows raised, tilts her head towards Sookie) Epidemics. They always get their schedules mixed up. (Sookie chuckles)

BABETTE: (Confused, raises her voice) We haven't had a case in Stars Hollow, Taylor. Have we?

TAYLOR: Of course not! We set forth the proper procedures… as always. (Sighs) But of course, we can't have… (takes a look at Patty and continues) we can't have a Pig Festival anymore.

LORELAI: Aww!

TJ: (From the back, shouts in horror) "PIG FESTIVAL"?

LIZ: Calm down, TJ.

LORELAI: (Looks back at Liz) Is he okay?

LIZ: (Leans in and explains) He has been a little sensitive ever since he got bitten on the thigh by one...

LORELAI: Oh! (Quizzically looks at Sookie) Pigs bite?

SOOKIE: (Quizzically) They have teeth?

The townies get out of hand and start to chat with each other.

TAYLOR: Order! Order! (Looks at TJ and Liz) Yes, TJ. We were planning a big surprise for this year's summer festival.

TJ: A "surprise"? I'd say. (Liz nudges him to stop)

TAYLOR: (To everyone) A festival of the pig… you know, like in France. (With an exaggerated accent) "La Pourcailhade" from Trie-sur-Baïse.

MICHEL: (Softly to Lorelai) Kill me. Kill me now. (Sits up) Why am I even here?

LORELAI: (Frowns) Shh.

PATTY: (Adds with a pout) I had the perfect recipe for Blood Pudding.

JOE: (From across the aisle, mockingly gags) Blarggh!

GYPSY: (Makes a face) Shut up, Joe!

JOE: (Frowns at her) You, shut up!

LORELAI: (Leans in and asks her best friend) What's going on over there?

SOOKIE: (Softly explains) They're fighting. Joe thinks he got overcharged for an oil change and Gypsy refuses to refund his money.

LORELAI: Oh.

TAYLOR: Settle down, you two. (Continues to the audience) We also had to cancel our booking of Princess…

LORELAI: "Princess"?

TAYLOR: (Explains) Woodbury's famed pretty pig. Why, of course you've heard of her, Lorelai?

LORELAI: Can't say I have, Taylor.

PATTY: The singing pig of Woodbury. (Pulls out a handkerchief) Poor Princess… everyone stopped wanting to pet her. So they sent her back to Canada.

LORELAI: (Pouts) Awe, bye bye Babe.

Most everyone sighs.

JACKSON: (Curiously) So what are we going to do this summer?

TAYLOR: (Quickly cheers up) Well, that's why we're here tonight!

GYPSY: I say we cancel.

JOE: I say we don't! (Gypsy gives him the stink-eye)

Taylor ignores them.

TAYLOR: We are going to hand it over to the town. Whoever comes up with an excellent idea for this year's summer festival will win a prize… (adds with a nod and a faster pace) which will be determined at a later date.

JOE: (To Taylor) I have the perfect idea!

GYPSY: (Counters) So do I!

Lorelai is amused.

JOE: I'm so going to win this.

GYPSY: No you're not!

TAYLOR: Now, now… everyone can enter the competition. You have two weeks from today to present your ideas at the town meeting. The festival or event that wins will then take place a month later. The rules are simple, people. (Gestures at Patty, who is now holding a stack of papers) At the end of the meeting, please grab a copy on your way out.

Kirk cuts in and raises his hand.

TAYLOR: (Sighs) Yes, Kirk?

KIRK: (Stands up) Thank you, Taylor. May I ask, when will we find out what the prize is going to be?

TAYLOR: (Rolls his eyes) We haven't had time to come up with a prize yet, Kirk. Be patient, you'll find out soon enough.

KIRK: Thank you, Taylor. (Adds) Oh, and Taylor?

TAYLOR: (Rolls his eyes again) Yes, Kirk.

KIRK: If I may, I have to congratulate you on a brilliant idea for a competition. (Returns to his seat).

TAYLOR: (Nods with a hint of pride) Why, thank you Kirk.

GYPSY: (Rolls her eyes) Brown noser. Eh.

JOE: (Scoffs) You're such a racist.

GYPSY: (Counters with her pronounced accent) Do you even know what a brown noser is?

JOE: Yes, you're making fun of people with brown ski.

GYPSY: (Stands up with hands on her hips) Do I look like a self-loathing Latina to you?

Cut to Lorelai, Sookie and Jackson as they chuckle. Michel can't help but snicker, too.

MICHEL: (To Lorelai) Now that... was worth it.

Scene fades.

INT. CRAP SHACK KITCHEN - SAME TIME

Scene opens on Luke washing a few dishes at the sink. A unique upbeat sounds starts to play which makes him shut off the faucet and look around quizzically. He sees that it's Lorelai's cell phone on the table. He quickly wipes his hands and picks it up and notices that it's a call from Rory. So, he decides to answer.

LUKE: Hello Rory.

CUTS to an undisclosed location.

RORY: (Surprised) Oh, Luke.

LUKE: (Explains) Yeah, I think your mother forgot her cell phone. (Adds with a nod) She's at the stupid town meeting.

RORY: Ah, the stupid town meeting.

LUKE: I'll let her know you called?

RORY: (Sighs) Sure... thanks, Luke.

After a pause, Luke decides to inquire.

LUKE: So... um, how are you?

RORY: Fine. (brushes away a strand of hair from her face) You know, busy with the Rolling Stone gig.

LUKE: (Senses that she isn't fine) I see. Well...

RORY: (Sighs and quickly continues) Well, I think I'm going to head to bed soon... so let mom know I'll call her tomorrow?

LUKE: Of course. (After a short pause) G'night, Rory.

RORY: (Slightly smiles) G'night, Luke.

As she hangs up, the camera pans out and we see that she is in her pajamas and is again living in the pool house.

Rory gets up from the chair and walks to her bedroom.

INT. POOL HOUSE BEDROOM

Rory prepares the bed for the night and takes a seat. And then she sighs and looks at her cell phone. After a quick beat, she decides to dial a familiar number.

The la la las start to fade in as the scene cuts to the next.

INT. NEW YORK TIMES – NATE'S OFFICE

Nate seems to be working late. As the scene fades in, a dimly lit office comes into focus. Nate's cell phone begins to ring. He looks over and sees who it is… Rory Gilmore appears on the display – yet, Nate shakes his head and goes back to his work. The phone continues to ring, which irritates him – he takes the phone in his hand, silences it and places it back on his desk.

He goes back to his work. A couple of seconds late, he shakes his head in frustration. With slight aggression, he pushes his chair back and gets up, grabs the empty mug on the desk and walks out of the office.

CUT to RORY.

With the phone to her ear she hears Nate's very short voicemail greeting.

NATE: Leave a message.

Rory sighs and hangs up.

Scene fades.

INT. CRAP SHACK - FOYER - A FEW MINUTES LATER

Scene opens as Lorelai opens the front door and walks into her house.

LORELAI: (As she closes the door behind her) I'm home! (Proceeds to put away her things) You won't believe this. I think I actually managed to lose my cell phone. (Walks towards the living room) Finally! Now I can buy one of those fancy phones. The ones that have GPS and 3Gs and 5Ds and what have you... and you know, one that lets you time travel. (Plops down on the couch, then looks over at the hallway to the kitchen - in the direction of Luke)

LUKE: (Appears in the scene with a couple of beers in one hand and her cell phone in the other) Time travel, huh?

LORELAI: (Pouts as she sees hers phone) Aw come on now! I was all excited about getting a fancy phone.

LUKE: (Hands her a bottle of beer and her phone) You know, you can still get one...

LORELAI: (Takes a sip of the beer) Yeah, but this one will feel like it was rejected. If I "lose" it, I won't feel as guilty...

LUKE: (Rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to her) Moving on.

LORELAI: (Smiles at her husband and speaks softly) Is mini-Luke asleep?

LUKE: (Smiles to himself and nods) Mini-Luke's asleep.

LORELAI: (Moves closer to Luke) Hmm...

LUKE: (Turns and looks at his wife) What?

Lorelai tries to kiss him but Luke moves away suddenly remembering... Lorelai frowns.

LUKE: Oh crap! I almost forgot. Rory called.

LORELAI: When?

LUKE: When you were gone.

LORELAI: (Takes her phone) Oh, let me call her back...

LUKE: No, she said she was heading to bed. Said she'd call tomorrow.

LORELAI: (Looks at the time) Not even ten o'clock. Kind of early for her.

LUKE: Maybe she has to wake up early.

LORELAI: (Looks at her phone and then up at Luke) Did she say why she called?

LUKE: (Shakes his head) No, I think she just needed to talk.

LORELAI: Well... (shrugs) maybe.

LUKE: (Takes a sip of beer and sighs) You know, I'm concerned about her.

LORELAI: (Looks over at her husband) What do you mean? I think she's happy with Rolling Stone... she has a lot of creative freedom there. I know it's not a permanent job - but she 'is' on a retainer. So...

LUKE: (Shakes his head) I'm not talking about her career, Lorelai.

LORELAI: Oh?

LUKE: (Explains frankly) I'm talking about what everyone's tip-toeing around.

LORELAI: What do you mean?

LUKE: We can't ignore what happened three weeks ago.

LORELAI: (Takes a deep breath and looks down at her beer) Luke, she made her decision.

LUKE: I don't think she's happy. (Adds cautiously) I think she's going to regret it. Maybe not today... but she will.

LORELAI: (Protests) We don't know that. Besides she's old enough to make her own decisions.

LUKE: You're right.

A pause.

LUKE: It may not be my place, but...

Pauses again.

LORELAI: (Curiously) What? (Luke shakes his head) But what, Luke? (Turns on her seat) What is it?

LUKE: (Takes a deep breath and gets up from the couch. Lorelai's eyes follow him as he moves opposite of her by the coffee table) She's running again...

LORELAI: What? (Shakes her head as she becomes protective) No.

LUKE: (Earnestly) She's running away again, Lorelai. And you're letting her.

LORELAI: (Confused) What are you talking about?

LUKE: She's back in that pool house.

LORELAI: She's not running away. I know my daughter.

LUKE: It's something you used to do. So naturally, your daughter does it, too.

LORELAI: (Now offended) Luke?

LUKE: God knows I've run away a few times, too. (Adds) It's what you did when things got complicated. But you... you and I have come a long way. We've learned, mistake after mistake. But Rory... she hasn't learned. She continues to run away when things get tough.

LORELAI: (In her protective mom mode, she is still offended) Luke! How can you say things like this?

LUKE: You can't let her keep repeating past mistakes. I know you want to be supportive and so do I. But I see it in your eyes, Lorelai. Everytime you hang up the phone after talking to her, you're worried. You may not say it out loud... but you know what I'm talking about. (Sighs and takes a seat next to his wife) Rory hasn't been making good decisions lately... not when it comes to her personal life.

LORELAI: (Softly as she looks down at her beer) This is my Rory we're talking about. 'Our' Rory. She was raised to do the right thing. I have faith in her to turn this around...

LUKE: (Nods) Yes, this is Rory we're talking about. She will always be the smart, intelligent, near perfect daughter anyone could ask for. And you know I care about her more than myself. (Lorelai looks at him) The thing is she's not perfect, Lorelai. None of us are. But what's great is we have each other to look out for one another. Which includes telling Rory the truth.

LORELAI: Which is...?

LUKE: She needs to realize her strengths and stop running. Either go after Nate or move on and do everything possible to make sure she never makes the same mistakes.

Lorelai's expression suggests that she is unwilling to give in and admit that Luke has a point. Luke sees this and realizes it's difficult for a mother, as close as she is to her off-spring, to admit when she feels her daughter is failing.

LUKE: (Takes a deep breath and looks at the fireplace, then gets up from the couch) Like I said, it's probably not my place.

Lorelai fails to assure him that it is in fact his place. Mainly due to processing all that Luke had expressed in the last few minutes.

LUKE: (Sighs) Okay, well... I'm going to bed.

Lorelai slightly nods.

Luke climbs the stairs slowly and stops in the middle to turn around and look down at Lorelai.

LUKE: (Reveals) Did you know he was going to propose?

A confused and shocked Lorelai suddenly looks up at her husband.

LUKE: (Adds) Nate was going to propose to Rory the night of Nicholas' birthday. (Shakes his head and continues up the stairs) Had a ring and everything.

Luke exits the scene leaving Lorelai to her own thoughts.

Scene fades.

INT. DRAGONFLY INN KITCHEN - NEXT MORNING - WEDNESDAY

Scene opens on a slightly tensed Lorelai walking into the kitchen. Sookie is at the kitchen island chopping tomatoes. Lorelai walks directly to the coffee...

SOOKIE: (With a big smile) Good morning!

LORELAI: (Grumbles) Mmgrhhh.. eh. (Pours herself some coffee)

SOOKIE: (Giggles) Boy, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

LORELAI: (Sighs and forces a smile as she turns around the leans against the counter) G'morning Sookie. (Looks at the chopping board) Whatcha making?

SOOKIE: Oh nothing, just a Southwestern Omelette for my favorite Inn owner.

LORELAI: (Steps closer to the kitchen island) That better be me, sista.

SOOKIE: (Giggles again) Jackson just brought over a new batch of his 'amazing' tomatoes. I mean look, (holds up a big juicy tomato) see how amazing it is?

LORELAI: (Nods) Mmhmm, and pretty soon, I'll taste how 'amazing' it is.

SOOKIE: (Obliviously continues) You sure will! (Remembers) Oh! Did you hear what happened last night?

LORELAI: (Thinks about last night's events at the Gilmore/Danes household) Umm...

SOOKIE: Joe and Gypsy got into it after the town meeting...

LORELAI: (Cuts in) Sookie, they got into it 'at' the town meeting.

SOOKIE: Yes, but Patty said it got worse after everyone left. I heard they went back and forth with the verbal insults. (Stops and gestures with her chopping knife) And of course, Joe couldn't keep up with Gypsy's mouth.

LORELAI: Of course not. No one can.

SOOKIE: So Joe apparently, to shut her up, took the pitcher of lemonade on the snack table and poured it on her head.

LORELAI: (Gasps) No! (Starts to chuckle forgetting briefly about her night with Luke) I wish I could've seen that.

SOOKIE: I'm sure you will see more of their drama. Jackson said there has already been an incident in the town square.

LORELAI: Hmm, wonder what happened.

SOOKIE: Same here. (Suggests) Call that husband of yours and find out.

LORELAI: Umm... (looks down at her coffee) maybe later.

SOOKIE: (Finally notices) Lorelai? What's wrong?

LORELAI: (Shakes her head and smiles) Nothing, really. (Shrugs) I think Luke and I had a fight last night. (With a confused expression continues) I'm not sure.

SOOKIE: (Confused as well) Well, did you or didn't you?

LORELAI: (Shakes her head) I can't really tell...

SOOKIE: (Stops everything and leans on the kitchen island) Was there shouting or yelling?

LORELAI: (Thinks and nods) Voices were raised a bit... at times. But not loud enough to suggest that it was a "fight" or an argument. It could've been Hardball night at the Gilmore/Danes' residense.

SOOKIE: Well, Chris Matthews can be pretty loud.

LORELAI: True, we weren't that loud.

SOOKIE: (Thinks) Hmm...

LORELAI: (Sighs) He left early this morning with Nicholas. You know, Nicholas spends Wednesday morning with his dad at the diner. (Shrugs) So we couldn't really talk about last night before they left.

SOOKIE: What did you guys fight... (corrects) or 'not' fight about?

LORELAI: Rory.

SOOKIE: (Repeats) Rory? You mean 'our' Rory? Spawn of all that is good and right in this world, Rory?

LORELAI: (Nods) Luke broke his silence, I guess, about how he felt about Rory moving back to my parents' pool house. He thinks she's digressing.

SOOKIE: Ah.

LORELAI: (Admits) And I guess I got a little defensive. I mean, it's none of his business.

SOOKIE: (Taken back) Lorelai?

LORELAI: No! I mean, it's none of his business or mine. It's none of 'our' business. Rory is a grown woman.

SOOKIE: Yes, but you can't blame Luke for being concerned. He's just being a protective step-dad. I mean he has always been protective of her. He has been more of a father to her than her own... so can you blame the guy for having an opinion?

Lorelai's expression softens.

LORELAI: I know.

SOOKIE: And you know he doesn't like to get involved.

LORELAI: I know, that's why last night was such a shock to me.

SOOKIE: He has watched Rory grow up and make something amazing of herself. I mean, he has watched you both make good decisions and some very bad ones. (Adds with exaggeration) Very, very bad ones.

LORELAI: (Sighs) You're right.

SOOKIE: So, is it so wrong for him to be concerned about Rory? She may be a grown woman now, but I think as a father figure, Luke has every right to be concerned... don't you think?

LORELAI: (Admits) Of course he does.

SOOKIE: (Adds cautiously) And... (Lorelai curiously looks at her best friend) he isn't too far off about Rory digressing, is he? (Lorelai sighs) I mean, she 'is' back in that pool house. (Shrugs) I would go talk to grumpy. That's all I'm saying.

LORELAI: (Pouts) I think he's frustrated with us Gilmore girls.

SOOKIE: (Giggles and goes back to her chopping board) He'll get over it soon.

LORELAI: (Mischieviously) Umm, Sookie?

SOOKIE: Mm hmm?

LORELAI: I feel like blueberry pancakes.

SOOKIE: (Stops chopping and gets on it) Blueberry pancakes it is.

LORELAI: (Smiles) You're so good to me.

Michel arrives in the kitchen.

MICHEL: (Sarcastically, to Lorelai) Sorry to interrupt your girl talk, but your burghundy tote keeps ringing and it's really annoying. Would you please tend to it before I go hang myself?

LORELAI: (Rolls her eyes) G'morning to you too, Michel.

MICHEL: G'morning. (Looks over at Sookie) What are you making?

LORELAI: (Cuts in quickly) Nothing. She's making nothing.

SOOKIE: (Confused as to why Lorelai is acting weird) Umm, I'm making... (distracted by Lorelai shaking her head) umm.. b-blueberry pancakes for Lorelai.

LORELAI: Sookie!

SOOKIE: (Confused) What? What did I do?

MICHEL: (Smiles and tilts his head) Ohhh... I lurrrve blueberry pancakes.

LORELAI: (To Sookie) Great, Michel's going to steal my pancakes.

SOOKIE & MICHEL (in unison): What?

LORELAI: Sookie, remember last time you made me pancakes? I look away for a second, and remember the culprit that stole my plate?

MICHEL: You have no evidence that was me.

LORELAI: And what about that time you made me Cheese Blintzes?

MICHEL: I didn't know it was yours!

LORELAI: (Frowns and points at him) I'm onto you mister.

SOOKIE: (Chuckles) You know, I can make pancakes for both of you.

MICHEL: (Protests) No! I don't want your pancakes!

LORELAI: (Takes a sip of her coffee) I swear, if you steal my pancakes, I'm going to take the day off and make you work two shifts today.

MICHEL: (Ignores her) I came here for something else... what was it?

LORELAI: (Mumbles) I'll be at Luke's eating all the pancakes I want.

MICHEL: Ohh yes, (turns to Lorelai) your boyfriend called the inn twice.

Sookie and Lorelai, with confused expressions, look at each other.

LORELAI: My 'boyfriend'?

MICHEL: Yes, your boyfriend. Also known as flannel-man, greasy grouch, and otherwise known as the man who doesn't know the proper use of baseball cap.

LORELAI: (Rolls her eyes and points out) That 'flannel-man', Michel, is my husband. (As she walks towards the doorway) My husband!

SOOKIE: (Frowns at Michel) Seriously? They are married now. Have been married for way over a year.

MICHEL: I cannot remember such things.

SOOKIE: You were at the wedding, Michel. (Goes back to the pancake batter)

Scenes CUTS to Lorelai walking behind the check-in desk and taking out her burghundy tote bag. She finds her cell phone and sees that she had a missed call from Luke.

Lorelai dials his number, holds the phone close to her face and leans against the desk.

Scene CUTS between the inn and Luke's diner.

Luke has Nicholas sitting next to him on the high high-chair behind the counter. The phone starts to ring.

LUKE: (Picks up) Luke's.

LORELAI: (Nervously) Hi.

LUKE: (Sighs and leans back on the counter) Lorelai. Hi.

LORELAI: Sorry I missed your calls. Michel...

LUKE: (Cuts in and nods) Say no more...

They both sigh again.

LUKE: Look, Lorelai... I'm sorry about last night.

LORELAI: (Cuts in) No! I am sorry about last night.

LUKE: I had no right.

LORELAI: (Shakes her head) You had every right!

LUKE: But...

LORELAI: No, Luke. Listen. You are so... (closes her eyes as she stresses) so right. And I love you even more for it. (Luke can't help but smile on the other end) Thank you, babe.

Lorelai's expression changes for the better and she smiles.

LUKE: (Nods) Anytime.

LORELAI: We'll talk more tonight?

LUKE: Sure.

LORELAI: (Adds with humor) Also, can you promise to help me lose this... (whispers) this device that I'm using to talk to my favorite husband? I need one of those iPhones or whatever they call it. Apparently, it reduces fine lines on your face and slows down aging. So, you have to help me.

LUKE: (Smiles and nods) I will try.

Through the diner window, Luke notices a familiar luxury car park in front of the diner.

LUKE: (Into the phone) Uh oh.

LORELAI: What?

LUKE: Umm, nothing. It's just... your parents just parked their car in front of the diner.

LORELAI: (Gasps) What?

LUKE: (Looks closer) They just got out of the car.

LORELAI: Are you sure it's Richard and Emily?

LUKE: Uh, they're walking towards the diner. I have to go.

LORELAI: No! Get out, get out! Take Nicholas and run! (Stops and thinks) Wait, why am I freaking out?

LUKE: You always have that reaction when they visit. I have to go, they're coming in.

LORELAI: Okay, but keep me posted. (Sees Michel enter the check-in area with a plate of pancakes in his hand) MICHEL!

LUKE: (Rolls his eyes) Right. Bye.

Luke hangs up the phone and walks around the counter to welcome the Gilmores.

RICHARD: (As he keeps the door open for Emily) Hello Luke!

LUKE: (Nods) Richard. This is a surprise.

EMILY: (As she enters) Hello Luke.

RICHARD: (Closes the door behind them and rubs his hands together) We were indecisive about what we wanted to have for breakfast this morning.

LUKE: I see.

EMILY: (Looks around at the diner and spots her grandson) Ah, there you are.

Emily, Richard and Luke walk over to the counter. Luke walks behind it and takes Nicholas in his arms.

EMILY: (Smiles at the toddler) Hello Nicholas.

RICHARD: Well, hello there. (Looks at Luke) Anyway, as I was saying... we were indecisive what we wanted for breakfast this morning.

EMILY: (Nods) Gladys, you know, our maid...

LUKE: (Nods) Yes, I've met Gladys several times.

EMILY: Well, Gladys wanted the day off to go visit her daughter in Maine.

RICHARD: And because it has been a while since we have been to the diner, we thought it the perfect opportunity to do so. Visit you... and of course (winks at little Nicholas), our favorite grandson.

LUKE: (Nods) Well, lets grab you a table.

With Nicholas in one arm, Luke grabs a couple of menus and walks the Gilmores to a table.

EMILY: (Sighs) Traffic was hideous.

RICHARD: But I promise you, Emily, Luke's waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream are to die for. (Looks at Luke) I hope it's still on the menu.

LUKE: (Quickly grabs a couple of mugs and places them on the table) I'll make whatever you want, Richard. I'll give you two a few minutes to look at the menu. (Gestures at the diner help to pour some coffee)

EMILY: Thank you, Luke. (To her husband) Are you sure you want to eat that Richard. It's such a heavy diet for you.

Camera follows Luke as he starts to walk away from the table, he can hear the Gilmores quarrel over breakfast.

RICHARD: I want to be spoiled today, Emily.

EMILY: It's not a very healthy choice. I want you to live a very long time...

RICHARD: Thank you, dear. But I'll be terribly miserable if I don't have my waffles this morning... do you want me to die an unhappy man?

Their dialog starts to fade.

LUKE: (Whispers to his son) Oh boy, this is going to be a challenging morning.

Scene fades on little Nicholas looking up at his dad.

As the scene fades into the next, music, "Love Is the End" by Keane, starts to fade in. The music is very soft in the background.

INT. POOL HOUSE - WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON

Scene opens with the camera on an open laptop. On the screen is a working document titled, "Healthcare. Really?"

Now is the time for our comfort and plenty,
These are the days we've been working for.
Nothing can touch us and nothing can harm us,
And nothing goes wrong anymore.

As the camera slowly pans out, we see that the laptop is on the kitchen island. Rory, in her pajamas, walks over and looks at her article.

Singing a song with your feet on the dashboard,
A cigarette streaming into the night.
These are the things that I want to remember,
I want to remember you by.

She reads a bit, then decides to take a break. So she minimizes the window and sees her wallpaper, which makes her pause and sigh. Camera focuses on the wallpaper. It's a candid photo of Rory and Nate from what looks like a Christmas party at the Gilmores.

They won't come again, because love is the end.

Oh no my friend, love is the end...

Rory forces herself to look away. But she sees the cell phone on the counter and decides to try and call him again.

CUT to Nate's office at the New York Times. Distracted by work, he picks up the phone without looking at the display.

Music fades to the background but continues to play.

NATE: (Holds the phone to his ear) This is Nate.

Scene CUTS back and forth.

RORY: (Surprised) Oh. You picked up.

NATE: (Sits up as he realizes who it is) Oh. (Regretting that he failed to look at the caller ID, he closes his eyes) Hi.

RORY: Hi.

Suddenly, Rory realizes she hadn't thought of what to say.

RORY: I'm surprised you picked up.

NATE: (Sighs) Yeah, I didn't check before I answered.

RORY: (Frowns a bit) Oh. Well, I called a few times and left messages, but I didn't hear from you.

NATE: Yeah, yeah... sorry, uh, I've been busy with work.

RORY: (Realizes that this was a bad idea, but earnestly continues) Nate.

NATE: Yeah.

RORY: Please don't do this.

NATE: Do what?

RORY: (Nervously brushes a few strands of hair behind her ear) I know we're not together anymore, but we don't have to be like this... Don't hate me. I still care very much about. I need to know that we can still be friends. Please, I beg you not to do this.

Nate clearly hurt from Rory's actions, decides to speak his mind.

NATE: I'm not doing anything. (Stresses) I haven't done a thing. It's your decisions that brought us here, Rory. The reason we're right here... at this very moment, is because of you. Or did you forget?

RORY: Nate.

NATE: Look, I'm not playing this game with me. As harsh as I may sound by saying this, I think I really need to... (After a short pause) You need to grow up. (Rory is speechless) Figure out what it is that you really want. I knew what I wanted and you didn't. That's what happened between us, and from what I've gathered, there seems to be a pattern...

Silence as Nate calms down.

Music slowly starts to fade in.

NATE: (Shakes his head) I can't do this right now. I'm sorry. Take care.

He hangs up.

Camera slowly moves in on Rory's face as she hangs up. The volume of the song gradually increases.

I took off my clothes and I ran to the ocean,
Looking for somewhere to start anew.
And when I was drowning in that holy water,
All I could think of was you.

Oh my friend love is the end.
So best not pretend, because love is the end.

Then the camera starts to pan out. As it gradually moves further away, Rory begins to cry.

Scene fades out with the music...

Take it back, don't let it die.
Oh rage against the fall of night.
Besides I still do depend on you.
Don't say those words that run me through.

Oh love is the end.
So let's not pretend, because love is the end.

END OF SEGMENT.

Please check my livejournal entry for music and other extras on this segment. I hope this was a successful return. I want to gradually get back into this fic so this segment is a set-up for the next and hope you find time to discuss/speculate on my livejournal or through reviews.

Speaking of which, reviews are immensely appreciated! Thank you so much for your patience. I promise to complete this mini-series.