Right this is another new idea It's Luke and Rory based, but there may be some Javajunkie in certain chapters. It's going to explore the father/daughter interactions between the two from the time they met, when Rory was eleven. It may be slightly AU in some chapters, but otherwise it'll just be the stuff we didn't see on the show, and how I think it might have been. Hope you enjoy this new idea.

Luke was standing behind the counter on a warm June morning. He could hear the birds chirping outside and it was doing his head in, couldn't they just quieten down for a couple of seconds? He sighed and went back to the receipts he was sorting through, the mid morning lull was always boring and he found himself wishing the time away.

He looked up when he saw a young girl ride past on her bike. He felt himself smiling as he watched her; he wasn't sure why, but she looked familiar to him, even though he was certain he'd never seen her before. From his place behind the counter, he noticed she was smiling proudly and it made him smile even more. That was until the bike's front wheel twisted and the girl went barrelling towards the floor. Luke dropped his receipts on the counter and hurried out of the door to attend to the young girl's needs.

"Are you okay?" he asked when he reached her. He crouched down next to her and leaned forward so he could see her properly. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, causing Luke to frown at the fact that she was crying. He was never good at dealing with crying. "Hey uh, where does it hurt?" he asked softly.

"My knee," she replied, her voice was so weak and quiet, that it made Luke frown even more.

"Do you mind if I take a look?" When the girl shook her head, Luke took it as permission and lifted her trouser leg high enough to see her injured knee. There was a giant purple bruise forming right over her knee cap and a few scratches surrounding it. As soon as he saw blood, he acted right away. "Right, let's get you inside so I can clean you up." The girl looked up at him hesitantly.

"My mom said not to talk to strangers," she mumbled.

"Well we're only going in the diner," he told her. "Other people will probably come in and out." He saw her contemplating, until she finally nodded her head.

"Okay," she replied. "But if you turn out to be a weirdo, I'm going." Luke chuckled at this girl's forwardness; weren't kids usually shy.

"Can you walk?" he asked.

"I guess so," she shrugged. She carefully stood up and held her trouser leg up above her injured knee. Luke held the door open for her and watched as she walked past him into the empty diner. "Wait, my bike," she said worriedly.

"I got it, don't worry," he reassured as he picked it up and rested it just inside the diner, against the window.

"You don't have many customers do you?" she asked curiously.

"It's always quiet this time of morning; the crowd's been and gone." The girl nodded and waited for him to get the first aid kit. "Sit on a stool," he ordered once he'd retrieved it. She did as she was told and watched as he pulled out some gloves, wipes and a few band aids.

"What are the gloves for?" she asked.

"Well I don't know if you have any infections do I?" The young girl giggled as she watched him slip his hands into the transparent gloves. "What's your name anyway?" he asked.

"Rory," she replied. "Well Lorelai actually, it's my mom's name. She named me after herself cause of something called Demerol," she explained. "Anyway I go by Rory for short, it would get a bit confusing if we had the same name." Luke marvelled at this girl's ability to talk, that air of familiarity returning. "Is your name William or Luke? Cause I saw the big William's Hardware sign outside, but then there's a small sign that say's Luke's on it. It's a little confusing."

"I'm Luke," he answered, desperate to get her to stop talking. "William was my dad, this used to be his hardware store."

"Oh, is he...not around anymore?" she asked carefully. Luke shook his head, not wanting to go into details. "My dad's not around much either," she admitted. "I see him now and again but he usually only comes around every four or five months," she said sadly. Luke looked at her sympathetically. "He sent my birthday card three months late last time," she frowned.

"Well at least you've got your mom right?" he asked softly, searching his brain for something to cheer this girl up. Rory nodded. "Do you get on well with your mom?"

"Yep, she's my best friend," she said proudly. "It's always been just the two of us, I like it that way."

"That's good," he said, smiling at how happy she sounded. "This might sting a little okay?" Rory nodded and winced as the alcohol wipe inched closer to her knee. Luke wiped over the wound quickly before pulling out a band aid and placing it over the bleed. "That should do it," he said in satisfaction. "Any other injuries you want me to look at?"

"My elbow kinda hurts," she said sheepishly, feeling stupid for complaining about a few cuts and bruises.

"Okay let's look at it." She held her arm out to him and he twisted it so he could see her elbow. There were a few more scratches and another bruise beginning to form. "I'll give it a wipe over but I don't think you need a band aid." Rory watched as he carefully cleaned her elbow, then disposed of the used wipe.

"Thanks for helping me Luke," she said gratefully, smiling at him brightly.

"No problem," he shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. "You should be wearing a helmet though, and knee and elbow pads. It'll stop you getting injured next time you fall off."

"Mom was gonna take me to the store to buy some tomorrow," she said. "We just moved into a new house so she's kinda busy today." Luke looked at her thoughtfully.

"Hold on a second, I'll be right back." Rory watched him walk behind the curtain and immediately wondered where he was going. He returned holding a helmet and knee and elbow pads. "Here, you can have these," he offered her.

"Really?" she asked with a glint in her eye.

"Yeah, I don't use them anymore," he shrugged. "Take them."

"Thanks Luke," she exclaimed before enveloping him in a hug. Luke was taken aback at first but finally smiled and patted her on the head awkwardly.

"You're welcome. Now we should get you back to your mom, wanna show me where you live?"

"Okay, follow me." At that moment, Rory's stomach grumbled, signalling that she was hungry. Rory giggled in embarrassment so Luke went to the counter and picked out a brownie from the selection.

"Here," he said, holding it out to her.

"But I don't have any money," she frowned.

"It's okay, it's on the house." Rory grinned and eagerly took the chocolatey treat from him.

"Thank you," she said gratefully as they made their way out of the diner, Luke carrying Rory's bike for her. After he had locked up, they began the short walk to the new Gilmore house.

"So you just moved to Stars Hollow huh?" He thought he hadn't seen her around before.

"Well we used to live at the Independence Inn, but we never came into town really."

"Oh so you know Mia?" Rory nodded and smiled at him.

"She's like a grandma to me."

"Then Mia's a very lucky woman." They carried on their walk, until they reached the house in the corner. Luke thought it needed a bit of work doing to it, but other than that it was a fairly nice house.

"This is our new house," she said excitedly. "We named it the Crap Shack, cause it's a bit old but we like it."

"It's nice," he shrugged as he followed Rory up to the porch through the overgrowing grass. "You need a walkway or something."

"We need a lot of things," she replied as she opened the front door. Luke left her bike on the porch then followed her into the foyer. "Mom?" she called.

"Kitchen!" Luke recognised that voice, but where had he heard it before. The two made their way into the kitchen to find a young brunette surrounded by boxes. "Rory, I've been unpacking boxes for hours and there's still millions left," she whined. Rory appeared in the kitchen with Luke, but Lorelai was too busy pulling photo frames out of the boxes to look up at them.

"Mom this is Luke," she said, gesturing to the man that was currently standing in their kitchen. Lorelai looked up at the mention of a man's name, and immediately wondered what said man was doing in her kitchen.

"Oh err...I think we've met," she said nervously. "You're the guy from the diner right? Your horoscope is Scorpio..." Rory looked at her mom confusedly.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"Oh long story," she brushed off. "So...Luke...what are you doing here?"

"Well Rory fell off her bike in front of my diner, so I cleaned her up and brought her back here," he replied, feeling slightly nervous. He couldn't believe that the woman who annoyed him for coffee just a few days ago was standing right in front of him, and that he was in her kitchen. He also couldn't believe that said woman had a daughter, who was at least ten or eleven. That was why he thought Rory looked familiar, she looked exactly like her mother.

"Sweets are you okay?" she asked in concern.

"Yeah I just scraped my knee," she shrugged. "Luke put a band aid on it for me."

"Well thanks Luke," Lorelai said gratefully.

"And he gave me a helmet to wear," she exclaimed, holding out the object to Lorelai. "Look it's blue, my favourite colour."

"Yeah, that's great hon," she said, brushing her hand through Rory's hair. She couldn't believe how kind this man had been to her daughter. They were practically strangers.

"Anyway I should get back to the diner," said Luke, beginning to feel like he was intruding.

"Oh okay," said Lorelai. "Well thanks for everything."

"Yeah thanks Luke," said Rory jollily.

"No problem," he said nonchalantly. "If you ever need anything, you know where to find me." The Gilmore Girls nodded and watched him leave the kitchen. Once they heard the front door close, Rory turned to Lorelai and grinned happily.

"I like Luke mom, he's nice."

"We'll have to see about maybe going for dinner at the diner one evening won't we?" she asked as she turned back to the box she was previously unpacking.

"Yeah that'd be cool," she replied excitedly. Lorelai smiled back at her before pointing to a box for her to unpack.

That was the first time that Rory Gilmore wished she had a father like Luke Danes.

I'm not sure whether this is interesting or not...tell me, should I write more one shots? I actually had this idea while writing 'It's Just Me and You Now', because of Rory and Luke's daddy/daughter relationship in that story. Please review and I'll see about writing more for this.

Emily.