A WEEK WITHOUT COFFEE AND LUKE

DISCLAIMER: All Amy, not me.

TIME FRAME: After Max, before Yale.

A/N: This is my first fic that isn't based on a crime show so I'm feeling pretty proud of myself right now. I just bought season 1 and 2 and I've become re-obsessed with it. I don't know whether it will be a LL fic, but I'm not crossing it out ;). Enjoy!

MONDAY: A Betting Sort of Day

Lorelai Gilmore strode determinedly down the snow-covered streets of Stars Hollow. Barely pausing to greet her fellow townspeople, Lorelai was clearly a woman on a mission. An all-important, life dependent mission.

A mission for coffee.

And absolutely nothing was going to between her and her coffee.

Lorelai opened the door to Luke's, a sense of calm and easy familiarity washing over her. The smell of coffee hit her immediately as she took a seat at the counter.

"Morning Luke,"

The unshaven face of Luke Danes, coffee pot in hand turned to face the owner of the voice. Lorelai gave a big grin and Luke nodded in response.

"The usual, I presume?" he asked, not needing to write down her order.

"Does Hugh Jackman look hot as Wolverine?" Lorelai quipped in response.

"I'm going to go ahead and take that as a yes," Luke muttered, placing a mug in from of Lorelai.

"Luke, have I ever told you how much I love your coffee?" Lorelai asked, taking a sip.

"About a gazillion times," Luke answered.

"I love it so much I want to write a song about it. I love it so much I want to put it above out fireplace and make a little coffee shrine. I love it so much that when I form 'Lorelai Land', and believe me, I will, I'm going to put a picture of it on my flag and make it my national symbol. I love it…"

"Morning Mum," Rory interrupted her mother with a kiss.

"Morning sweetie," Lorelai answered, "did you enjoy your sleep in?"

"Hmm mm," Rory replied, taking a sip of her coffee, "so what did I miss?"

"Your mother's coffee rant," Luke responded, placing two plates of pancakes in front of them.

"Is this the 'how much she loves coffee', or the 'what she'd do for a cup of coffee' rant?" Rory questioned.

"The 'how much I love coffee' one," Lorelai answered, "and you cut me off halfway through!"

"Thank God," Luke muttered aloud, "and by the way Rory, make sure your mother takes her crazy pills before she leaves the house. She's a menace to society."

"Aww, you really know how to make a girl feel special, Luke," Lorelai gushed.

"She's like one of those annoying bobble-head dog things," Luke argued.

"Hey now, those things are way cool," Rory spoke up.

"Yeah!" Lorelai joined in.

"I've got other customers to serve, I'm going now," Luke said, walking away.

"I gotta run too," Rory stood up, "school."

"Aww, can't we skip today? You know, go to New York get tattoos and hang out at a biker bar or something?" Lorelai pleaded.

"Maybe next week, I have a French test today," Rory said "I'll see you later."

"Bye darl," Lorelai took a big sip of her coffee and poked her pancakes with her fork. Looking around the room, it was then she noticed a suitcase sitting by the door leading to the upstairs office.

"Hey Luke,"

Luke appeared behind the counter.

"You yelled,"

"What's with the suitcase?" Lorelai asked.

"I'm going away this week, to New York," he answered.

"Since when?" Lorelai demanded. "This is the first I've heard of it!"

"What! I must have told you at least fifty times!" Luke sighed. "And I had a sign on the door for the last two weeks!"

"Luke, you know I come here for the food, not the decoration," Lorelai grinned cheekily.

Luke gave an exasperated sigh.

"What am I going to do, Lukey?" Lorelai whined, "I can't go for a week without your coffee!"

"You can't go for a week without anyone's coffee," Luke grumbled, " and don't call me 'Lukey'."

"Luke, I'm hurt," Lorelai gasped, placing a hand to her chest, "I could so go a week without coffee!"

"Prove it," Luke answered, staring her straight in the eye.

"Huh?"

"I bet you $50 that you can't go without coffee for a week," Luke said.

There was a pause.

"See, you can't," Luke smirked.

"You have yourself a bet, Mister," Lorelai spoke up, holding out her hand.

They shook hands.

"This is going to be the easiest $50 I ever made," Luke smirked, walking over to some customers.

Lorelai glanced down at her cup.

"Hey Luke," she called out, "when does the bet start?"

Luke turned around.

"Now."

Lorelai left some money on the counter and walked out of the diner. Once outside, she rummaged around her bag for her cell phone. Lorelai dialled the numbers she knew off by heart.

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