It's hard to believe that about a year ago I launched a humble little ONE SHOT called Written In The Stars, intended only as a speculation of what may have really happened, then turned into a fan fiction monster full blown story nicknamed WITS and quite possibly my most popular story ever!

So I hope you equally enjoy …

Written In The Stars II
By Gilmoregirl1979
(the reigning Quote Queen)
Provider of Quality Fan Fiction

Rating: PG-13

Hi this is your friendly disclaimer: I REJECT ASP's REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN! Once again, I don't own (DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue.

R/R: Yes, please, I love reviews; I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)

Summary/ the Q: What if they did the show… (She's singing again…) MY WAY (Like Frank!)

Luvz: Miss you, because you are multifaceted abnormal!

FEATURED BETA: Localizy, TONIGHT WE'RE WATCHING PRINCESS BRIDE!

A/N: dialogue borrowed from 1.01- Pilot /written by Amy Sherman-Palladino /directed by Lesli Linka Glatter

Suggestion: seriously, if you haven't read WITS I …What are you doing here? Read Written in the Stars first, then come back here… it's okay, we'll wait…really. I don't mind…just as long as you review.

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A/N: Like Star Wars…. Written in the STARS II: The Fight For Chilton!

A/N: The opening is very important, as many have alluded to before, I hope to do this opening justice and hook you once again with my continuing story…of a quack who has gone to the dogs….

If you imagine the first frame that ever was seen of Gilmore girls, aka the opening bookend of the pilot you should be very able to picture the opening of this story.

Here I'll help

(AHEM)

Insert Debbie Singing:

There she goes

There she goes again

Racing thru' my brain

And I just can't contain

This feelin' that remains

Debbie: Everybody…

There she blows

There she blows again

Pulsing thru' my vein

And I just can't contain

This feelin' that remains

Do a dance if so inclined…

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Chapter 1:
A Day in the Life of the Danes

It was a fine afternoon in Connecticut Fall and Lorelai walked through the square of her beloved adopted hometown. As was her habit on her day off, Lorelai enjoyed a constitutional around the historical, colorful square of Stars Hollow. The leaves were changing color in all the trees and she greeted her wacky neighbors warmly on the chilly afternoon as she went along. In need of her favorite beverage in the entire world, a hot cup of coffee, to warm up, her stroll led her to her favorite dining establishment in Stars Hollow; Luke's Diner.

For as unhealthy a beverage as the proprietor and namesake, Luke, often proclaimed coffee to be, complete with a detailed rant on what the stuff did to your system by rotting one's innards, he did have an amazing knack for brewing it perfectly, which kept many of his customers, especially Lorelai, coming back for more. Upon entering the establishment, she had to grin at the proprietor behind the counter and wondered what subject she would pose to begin their bout of banter that day.

Lorelai claimed her favorite table with her coat and tote bag. Then she composed herself and hoped her charms would be enough to combat with the stubborn diner owner and she might have a reward of her desired beverage, as that was the game they always played. She took an unclaimed coffee mug from the tabletop and approached the counter with a smile.

With all the charm she could muster, Lorelai addressed the grumpy diner owner who already sent a glare in her direction, presenting him with her sad, empty coffee mug and a pout, "Please Luke, please, please, please."

Luke knew Lorelai was a notorious coffee fiend, not only by reputation but also since he had known her for years, "How many cups have you had today?"

"None," she lied.

Luke knew better than to believe her, "Plus?"

"Five." Damn! "But yours is better!"

"It was mine that you had at the house this morning, I know you've been knocking it back all day without me, no doubt with Sookie as your enabler, so why am I giving you a sixth cup now?"

"Because I haven't been to the Inn all day to knock anything back with Sookie, it's my day off remember."

Luke seemed still unmoved.

"Because you love me?" she reasoned.

"That goes with out saying, so try again."

"Part of the reason for coffee is the going out… you know for the ambiance?"

"This is a diner we don't do ambiance," Luke growled at Lorelai.

"And the customer service," Lorelai pointed out sardonically. "Please, Luke, give me coffee. I haven't had yours for like 7 hours and yours is better! I'll give you a real big tip later on, if you know what I mean," her tone turned suggestive as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Luke caved to get her to stop being suggestive in the diner, it was inappropriate and his customers were trying to eat in peace. "Here you go," as he begrudgingly filled her cup of the brew that he knew would be the death of her one-day.

"Angel, you got wings, baby." Lorelai didn't shy away from the counter just yet; "Kiss," she entreated.

Luke rolled his eyes, but smiled and was happy to bestow any affection on his wife of three years and so he kissed her across the counter. Luke couldn't believe the public attention they still got, but it couldn't have been avoided in a town like Stars Hollow. Luke Danes and his former Gilmore girls, now the Danes dames, were the unofficial first family of this tight knit burg.

The diner's phone rang and Lorelai knew her man had to answer it. When he turned around, she did enjoyed the sight of his tight jeans and listened to Luke's voice as he answered the phone, "Luke's… Yeah?" Then Lorelai went back to her favorite table to wait for Rory to come in from school, listening to her husband's voice.

God, I could just listen to him read the phone book. Lorelai Danes removed her kit hat and happily sipped and savored her beloved coffee from her beloved husband. She was people watching out the window, occasionally glancing at Luke's back, just waiting to be able to get his attention again. Suddenly, a guy appeared in front of her, obstructing her perfect view of Luke. Lorelai decided she wasn't going to get an explanation for the intrusion from this guy's belly button, so she raised her head to meet the stranger's eye.

"You make that look really good," the guy said, in a more than friendly tone.

Wow, smooth, buddy, did you not just see me just kissing my husband? Lorelai shyly looked down at the ground to suppress her laughter. Then she saw the toilet paper stuck on the guy's shoe and the need for restraint doubled. "Oh, it is really good," she said barely holding her straight face, "It's the best coffee in town," she added as she absently played with the two rings on her left hand, like she did whenever such unwanted attention was addressed to her from an overconfident suitor.

"Oh yeah? I'll have to get a cup."

"Good plan," she maintained evenly, keeping the friendly pretense to see how long till he took a hint, Go now!

"Yeah, I've never been here before. I was just, uh, passing through on my way to Hartford."

What? You're doing the lonely traveler bit, oh please, "You're a regular Jack Kerouac," she said quickly.

"Yeah," Joey said obviously a little fazed.

You don't even know how to spell Kerouac, she thought sarcastically in her head. "Yeah," she repeated, here it comes…

"Hey, you mind if I sit down?" he asked as he reached for the chair.

"Oh, you know what? Actually, I'm meeting someone so I. . ."

The young Romeo sat down at her table anyway, "I'm Joey."

"Okay," Lorelai looked past "Joey" and was seriously considering wadding up a napkin to throw at Luke to get his attention from his phone call.

Joey moved with her, to stay in her focus, "What, you don't have a name?"

"No, I do have a name. It's just I'm really meeting someone, so. . ."

"Aww… I guess I should get going," Joey said knowingly and nodded over his shoulder, as if Lorelai would meet him in the park later to make out.

"So soon?" she said before she could help herself.

"What?"

"I'm just screwing with your mind, Joey. It's nice to meet you. Enjoy Hartford."

"Enjoy your coffee, mystery woman."

"Mystery Woman? I like that." Maybe I can get Luke to call me that later.

Fortunately, Joey went away as Lorelai's fifteen-year-old daughter entered the diner and greeted her mother, "Hey."See I didn't lie, "There she is! The one I've been waiting for!" Lorelai said a little too loudly, hoping Joey would hear.

"It's freezing," Rory shivered, more out of observation than complaint.

"Oh, what do you need? Hot tea, coffee?"

"You have to ask?" Rory said pointedly.

"Sorry," Lorelai held up her hands. "I'm so used to your healthy tea habit you adopted from your father," Lorelai rolled her eyes in jest, happy that all her hard work hadn't been completely up rooted by Luke.

"Hey, he adopted me," Rory joked back.

"I will get you some coffee," Lorelai said lovingly to her child. Lorelai picked up another unclaimed coffee cup from their table and went back to the counter, where she offered Luke a demure smile. Luke just gave her a look in response.

"What?" she shrugged.

"You're shameless," Luke shook his head.

"It's not for me. It's for Rory, I swear."

"See that's not a whole lot better…"

"Look, Officer Krupke. She's right at that table, right over there. Its what she wants…"

"It will stunt her growth…"

"Luke, she's like 5'7", look at her… " Lorelai turned to point to Rory and saw Joey talking to her, Lorelai turned back to Luke with a different kind of look. "He's got quite a pair, this guy."

"I'm on it," he said as he handed the filled coffee mug to Lorelai.

"Thanks," she smiled and Lorelai went to rescue Rory knowing Luke had her back.

Lorelai overheard Joey getting acquainted with her daughter, "Yeah, I've never been through here before," Joey said to Rory.

"Oh, you have to," Lorelai said dryly, as she shifted beside Rory and placed the coffee mug on the table for her daughter.

"Oh, hi," Joey was obviously surprised to see the mystery woman again so soon.

"Oh, hi. You really like my table, don't you?"

"I was just, uh . . ." and Joey was looking for an excuse.

"Just getting to know my daughter?" Lorelai smiled flatly.

"Your… daughter?" Joey said obviously off kilter, "Huh… well umm you know I have a friend…"

"Yeah… she's 15," Lorelai wanted to give Joey a clear picture that he was barking up the wrong tree.

"Wow, you don't look … like a mom… and you…" turning to Rory, "…you don't look like a … daughter."

"That is possibly very sweet of you… thanks…" Lorelai said primly smiling at the man standing behind Joey.

"Is there a problem here?" Luke came up behind the guy.

Joey stuttered as he looked at the diner owner who had a slight height advantage, "Oh, um, no man, no problem…"

"Good cause that's my wife and daughter you're hitting on…"

Joey swallowed hard and briefly met each member of the family in the eye before saying, "Umm bye."

"Drive safe," Lorelai smiled.

With that, he left. Joey's friend was quick to follow calling out to him, "Dude… what happened? Did you get her number? What'd she say?"

"My hero," Lorelai sighed and grinned at Luke as she wrapped her arms around her husband.

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Lorelai Gilmore was made the executive manager of the Independence Inn in early '97. Almost immediately after her promotion, she became engaged to her boyfriend of nearly a year, Luke Danes. The engagement had been the wish of all of Stars Hollow practically since the couple started dating; however time was needed to acclimate Luke and Lorelai to dating as well Lorelai's 11-year-old daughter who also had to get used to the idea. Time was all that was needed to have the unique family naturally congeal and it wasn't long until Rory was not only used to Luke, but came to see him as a possible father figure, and even love him as a father.

As marriage licenses and adoption papers were sought to unite the new family, the subject of names came up. Lorelai first brushed off the name change lightly as old fashioned, using the anecdote of how humble Jerry Dorsey changed his to become the famous Engelbert Humperdinck. She would rant about around asking why he couldn't have stayed Jerry Dorsey and then people could spell his name properly on the marquee. Then, she tried to convince Luke that they should all change their names to Humperdinck just to make it fair, the Humperdinks of the Hollow. However, Lorelai truly agonized for weeks leading up to her wedding of how she would sign her name from that day forward. The thoughts of her potential new name were always in the front of her mind; Lorelai Gilmore, Lorelai Danes, Lorelai Gilmore-Danes.

A few weeks before the wedding, while Luke was busy making dinner in the kitchen, Lorelai was sitting in the living room practicing and pondering her possible new name, trying to decide which would suit her future life, when she noticed her daughter had also had taken up pen and paper and was scribbling on the couch next to her mother.

"What are you doing?" Lorelai asked the then twelve year old.

"I'm practicing my new name. Isn't that what you're doing?"

"Your new name?" Lorelai blinked a few times, "You want to take Luke's name?"

"Well, aren't you? I mean, he is adopting me… we're all gonna be a family, aren't we?"

Lorelai smiled at Rory's simple logic, "Yeah, we're a family." Lorelai looked down at the "Lorelai Danes" on her paper. They were a family and what better way to unite that family then to all share the same last name, so Lorelai circled "Lorelai Danes" on her sheet, her decision finally made thanks to her young daughter's insight.

When they decided on their new last names, it still hadn't been determined by the state if Luke would be allowed to adopt Rory. Luke, Lorelai and Rory were sitting around the kitchen table filling out various forms with the assistance of their lawyers, Mike and Paul, while their new lawyer friends were revisiting the current adoption laws of Connecticut.

Paul was reading from one of his books, "Well consent of the adoptee," he nodded to Rory, "that's you, is considered or required if the adoptee is a child 12 years of age or older, they must consent to the adoption."

The twelve year old smiled proudly, "I feel very confident in my decision"

Mike couldn't help but laugh out loud at the passage he just read, "I'm sorry," he shook his head in apology to all the heads that had turned in his direction, "but here it says, 'Remember, stepparent adoption not only severs the legal relationship with one biological parent but also with members of that parent's family, including grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, etc. Grandparent visitation is a consideration for stepfamily adoptions.'" He chuckled again, "I trust that is not a problem, in this case?"

"Not really," Lorelai smiled, this process had Lorelai warming up to Mike.

Paul kindly read, "The process may result in a change of the child's surname. Be sure to get several copies of the finalization document to provide to schools, agencies, and the government, tax forms, Social Security card, etc.; to prove the name change. Have you considered if you are changing your name for the marriage? Maybe Rory would like to change her name as well."

"Oh wow, I never really … thought of that…" Lorelai looked at Luke apologetically, since she hadn't told him about her decision yet.

"Lorelai its fine, keep your names."

"But Luke," Rory chimed in.

"No, it will be way too complicated, why bother with the hassle."

"Luke!" Lorelai admonished, "That's like saying why bother with the hassle of us getting married, we already live together. Why buy the tree when you get the fruit for free?"

Rory's brow furrowed, "What?"

"That's different," Luke dismissed.

"How is it different?" Lorelai challenged.

"Because… Look, I know you are Miss Modern Woman…" he attempted to say.

"Soon to be Mrs. Modern Woman," Lorelai argued.

"You just don't have to, forget about it," Luke said before going back to filling in his personal information.

Rory was about to protest again, "Mom," but quieted when her mother winked at her, nodding reassuringly their names were still changing despite what Luke said.

"Here we GO!" Mike exclaimed, slapping the book he was looking at with a loud thwap that startled both Lorelai and Rory from their silent conversation, finally finding what he was looking for, "When Parental Consent is not needed… Hmmm well I think the ones that apply to us are the putative father abandoned the child and failed to maintain a relationship with the child for at least 1 year. The others don't apply or are to... gruesome to mention."

"What about the post card?" Lorelai asked.

"Well a letter and a phone call really isn't maintaining a relationship. Now is it?"

"No sir!" Rory said enthusiastically.

"Especially when the putative father doesn't return phone calls," Mike agreed with Rory.

"What's this?" Lorelai saw in a stray book and asked, "Revocation of Consent? That sounds bad."

"That' s if the parent, in this case Christopher, wants to withdrawal consent for adoption, he has to file an objection before the final decision is made, but seeing as we can't seem to locate him, I'd say we have a good shot."

Lorelai hesitantly asked, "Could he ever…contest custody?"

"Perhaps, but I think his history is in our favor."

After declining an invitation to watch Remo Williams with the family, Rory followed Lorelai's instructions and distracted Luke with making popcorn for the special viewing.

Just before Mike and Paul were heading out the door, "Um, thank you guys, for everything today."

"It's our job, Lorelai."

"Yeah, I know. Hey, listen, about that whole last name issue…"

After their living arrangement had been inspected, Rory's testimony was proven true and eventually Rory's wish to call Luke dad was granted by Judge Garland. Lorelai received a call from Mike and Paul that the name change had gone through without a hitch and the proper names would appear on the adoption papers. When the adoption came through, Luke was happy to see Rory Danes on the certificate when the girls presented it to him on Father's day as a surprise.

With both their names legally changed, the Gilmore girls were then known as the Danes dames all around Stars Hollow.

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After the wedding, Rory stayed with Sookie while Luke and Lorelai were on their honeymoon. They still called her every day from Hawaii since they each couldn't stand to be away from Rory. However, while being alone in such a romantic locale, they couldn't stand to be away from each other either or around other people, for that matter.

"They are going to think we killed each other," Luke observed, still naked with his bride. Note the still, since they had been naked upon the bellhop finally leaving them alone after their initial arrival.

"Well, we're married; we're supposed to kill each other."

"Lorelai…"

"This is the honeymoon suite, so they know what we are doing; that we are killing each other with fantastic sex!"

"That's what bothers me," Luke said dryly.

Lorelai smiled back, "I still can't believe I got you, 'Mr. I don't go anywhere or do anything', off the continental U.S."

"Well, you still haven't gotten me to leave the country yet." Despite his protests on how expensive Hawaii would be, Luke had to admit it was a beautiful place to honeymoon, from what he saw on the drive to the hotel.

"Not yet," Lorelai giggled triumphantly, wondering if Luke was so malleable to her whim before, what couldn't she make him do now that they were bound by vows to love, honor, and obey. However that could back fire on her as well, especially when it came to coffee drinking. She propped up on the bed they hadn't left for 24 hours, only covering up when room service was at the door. "Well, you know, when Rory graduates high school, that summer we were planning to back pack through Europe …"

"Can't imagine you two back packing in Stars Hollow let alone across Europe."

"Well, maybe we could do it if you were there to carry the bags?"

"No, it's yours and Rory's thing."

"Well, we can evolve the plan, Luke, we are a family after all…"

"I don't know any languages."

"You speak Spanish…" Lorelai pointed out.

"With a Mexican accent. I would be completely useless to you in Europe."

"Hello, I already said you would be carrying the bags. You just can't lose Rory or me outside of Spain, otherwise you'd wind up in jail or something."

"Lorelai its years away… let's not think about that right now."

"Its years for me to change your mind, besides I thought you wanted me to think about the future," she sighed again. Lorelai looked around their suite, "So what do you think? I've never been to Hawaii before, should we emerge? Go exploring? See a waterfall, find a coconut, and buy you one of those Hawaiian Jimmy Buffet shirts?"

"Hey, you said you weren't going to tease about that."

"I lied," Lorelai said cheekily raising an eyebrow.

Luke sighed heavily, "How did I ever fall in love with you?"

Lorelai took no offense to the comment and simply kissed her husband between her words. "By… a very… lucky… coincidence," she said archly and then she leaned in to kiss her husband long and hard again.

"I thought you wanted to go exploring…" Luke asked.

"I'd rather explore my husband." Lorelai paused, "God, I love saying that! Husband," she smiled broadly.

When they came home after a week on the islands, they decided to take Rory along for a family vacation to Hershey Park in Pennsylvania. Reluctantly, Luke was coerced in riding some of the rides and Rory and Lorelai tried out all the chocolate spa treatments and menu options in the restaurant where everything was garnished with chocolate, while Luke tried the gym of the resort and tried to enjoy chocolate shavings on his salad.

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As father and daughter, Luke and Rory were closer than ever. Rory even picked up some wilderness skills by fishing and camping with Luke, while Lorelai would only join them in the large navy tent if it were set up in the back yard, a reasonable distance from a real bathroom. Luke and Rory still cooked dinner together nearly every night and it only took her three months to start calling Luke "Dad." The first day it had jarred Luke, how Rory, with a determined look on her face, today is the day, just do it Rory, walked straight out of her room up to him, hugged him and said, "Morning Dad," obviously a little nervous and self conscious herself about bestowing the title for the first time. Through out the day, she seemed to be making a point of saying it as much as possible. By dinnertime, Luke smiled whenever she said it, Rory smiled whenever she said it, Lorelai smiled whenever Rory said it, and the more she said it the more comfortable it was to say.

Luke didn't have many more dark days to mourn his own father after the wedding. He still honored the anniversary of his father's death, November 30th by going to the graveyard with the Danes dames, Rory would placed a bouquet on the graves like she had on her first visit when she was twelve, with a wish she could have known her Grandpa William and Grandma Katherine. "Is it strange that I miss them when I haven't even met them?" After that appointment, Luke would tell them stories of his parents, how William and Katherine met, how they fell in love, anything he could remember so the memories wouldn't die. The family would rent old movies and musicals, things that his parents may have liked, and movies that the Danes dames loved to revisit.

When Rory's teenager years really began at thirteen Lorelai let Rory start drinking coffee, as promised, despite Luke's protests. As Luke feared, Rory took to the caffeine right away, but Rory was just as happy to share a cup of peppermint tea with her new father, as she was to share a cup of java with her mother. To earn extra cash, Rory started working at the diner at fourteen, side by side with her father when Jen and Dennis were taking the summer off from work to actually have a vacation and to prepare to go to their respective colleges out of state in the fall. School always came first, but Rory worked with Luke a few days a week after school and would help at the Independence Inn on weekends for special events or if her mother had use of her. From time to time Luke would even let Rory handle the grill in the kitchen since she loved to cook with him so much, usually only if Caesar or Ben had called in sick. Rory was equally useful on the floor; her good humor and natural friendliness made her a favorite server with locals and tourists alike, which earned her more tip money for more books.

There was one month when Luke was concerned he did something to greatly offend his adoptive daughter. She had become shy and distant around him. At home, at the diner, and even though Lorelai assured him she had the situation well in hand, Luke's concern as a father only grew with the not knowing. Finally, Lorelai grew tired of Luke's persistent questioning at every turn and told him, "Well, she's a woman now," Lorelai worded delicately.

"She's what?" he choked out as a thousand scenarios went through Luke's head of 14-year-old Rory. "Who do I have to kill!"

Realizing she may have misspoken, Lorelai clarified, "No, no, calm down… I meant…" and Lorelai went on to explain it to her husband that Rory had only began her monthly cycle, was still a virgin, and there was nothing to worry about and no one to kill. Now relieved, Luke let Rory have her space and waited for her to come to him. After 2 months, Rory was her old self again and was closer than ever to her adoptive father.

In 1999, Mia decided it was time for a change and she moved out to Santa Barbara to be closer to her grandchildren. It was a tearful goodbye with the Danes family, but she promised to visit often and teased Lorelai not to burn her beautiful Inn down.

The most recent development with the family was in Spring 2000, Luke got a new produce man for the diner when Patrick McDonald, yes, he had a farm, retired. Luke found a local grower named Jackson Belleville and as a consequence Lorelai hired him at the Inn as well, due to her husband's recommendation. Immediately there were sparks between Sookie St. James, the chef of the Independence Inn and her new produce man, even though they only had shouting matches over fruits and vegetables and were oblivious to their chemistry, Lorelai smiled and recalled how her and Luke started fighting over coffee and became so much more.

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Rory Danes walked from school to her father's diner to see if she could pitch in and earn some extra cash for more books, as she had made it a habit to just check in even if she wasn't scheduled, especially if she had no pressing school projects. The school term of her sophomore year had just started so nothing too heavy was on her homework agenda just yet.

"Hey, Dad!" Rory greeted brightly, as she entered jingling the bells above the door.

"Hey," Luke smiled at the surprise and father and daughter exchanged kisses on cheeks. "What are you doing here? You're not working today?"

The thoughtful teen shrugged, "I know, just thought I'd see if you needed me." She looked around at the uncommon lull consisting of Kirk staring off into space, "Guess you don't."

"Well, how about a cup of coffee for your trouble?"

"Why is it you are so soft on me about coffee?" Rory asked her father as she sat at the counter.

"Well, you at least balance everything out with a fairly healthy diet, unlike some unyielding personalities we know," Luke grinned, and Rory knew he was talking about her mother as she took a sip of the heavenly coffee. "How's the first week so far? Happy to be back?" When Luke first met Rory at eleven Lorelai had warned him what enthusiasm Rory had for school and learning, that love couldn't have been demonstrated better than the summer of 1996 when Rory was preparing to start the sixth grade and was skipping through the stores for her school supplies.

"Good, good," Rory nodded, as she sat on a stool. "Funny thing happened today. Mrs. Traister gave us time in class to start on our Huck Finn essay. I read Huck Finn again over the summer for my book list, so while other kids were doing the usual, you know, passing notes, taking naps, or finishing their reading, there was this set of girls were around me and they were trying out nail polish, but you know how nosey teenage girls are. So they were guessing what I was writing in my notebook, one thought it was a love letter or my diary, another thought it was a slam book, however I disappointed them by actually working on the assignment," Rory smiled proudly.

"That's my girl," Luke beamed as well, and then his brow furrowed. "What's a slam book?"

Rory giggled at her dad as she enjoyed her coffee.

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As executive manager of the Independence Inn, Lorelai had her own style of dealing with people in her business. Lorelai Danes walked up to her snoody French concierge, Michel, "Has the plumber attended to room four yet?"

"He was here, he did nothing; its a hundred dollars," said Michel in his standard drone.

Lorelai sighed and shook her head, as she picked up the phone to dial a number, "Hi Marco, it's Lorelai. Talk to me about room four. What was wrong with it?"

Rory Danes came in the front door of the Independence Inn to say hi to her mom and kissed her hello. Her mother was on the phone so she stayed quiet, as was Rory's way, "Uh huh. I thought you replaced that already. …Well, because you told me you did and I never forget anything, so this one's on you, right? Well, if that's the case I suppose from now on I could get my husband to do it for free… he's quite handy with a wrench you know…"

Rory chimed in a whisper, "Dirty."

Lorelai smiled at her daughter's wit while she continued to bargain with Marco, "Have you met his toolbox Bert?" Lorelai was apparently pleased with whatever Marco's counter offer was, "Pleasure doing business with you," and she hung up the phone. "Hey sweets." Lorelai then scoffed, "You didn't bring me Coffee again? I can smell it on you, you tease!"

"He sends his love," Rory shrugged, covering for her father.

"Well, remember when he used to send coffee up with you? I knew I was pushing it the other day when I 'fessed up to five cups. Okay, so, dear old dad didn't need you today?"

"It was completely dead, it was just Kirk staring off at nothing."

"Maybe he was in contact with the mother ship."

"Anyway, Dad went on his rant about how people are afraid of going outside when the temperature starts to drop because they are afraid of getting sick, when it's really the shutting themselves in that manifests germs and that's how they get sick."

"Oh I love that rant…" Lorelai sighed and did her best Luke impression, "They are afraid of the slightest drop in temperature, put on a sweater, buy a scarf, and go to the store, you bunch of cry babies … speaking of which…what's with the muumuu? Since when do you take fashion tips from Daddy?" she asked, gesturing to Rory's baggy sweater.

"This from the woman who wears her husband's flannel around the house."

Lorelai defended, "What? They are really comfortable!"

"Do you need me or not?" Rory smirked.

"Nothing alphanumeric to file today, sorry."

"See this is why I need a cell phone," Rory sighed. "I'm gonna see if Sookie has something good in the kitchen."

"She always has something good in the kitchen, but don't spoil your dinner or blow up like Jabba the Hutt otherwise you'll prove your father's theory about our diets, right. "

"Maybe the walking all over town is how I keep my trim figure. I'm going to get my snack to go then to Lane's. Maybe we can make those tin can telephones and then I won't need a cell phone.""Ooh, hey, have Michel look at your French paper before you go."

"Excuse me?" Michel objected to his services being offered up with out his permission.

"That'd be great," Rory smiled.

"No."

Lorelai intervened, with a horrible French accent, "Oh, please, Michel. Pretty please with sucre on top. I will stop talking like zis."

"Leave it. I'll look at it if I get a chance," Michel sighed.

"It's due tomorrow. Pay special attention to the grammar. Thanks Michel, bye mom," and Rory leaves.

Michel narrowed his eyes at Lorelai, "I despise you."

"Careful or I'll sick my manly husband on you," Lorelai decided to call her loveable handy man. Lorelai called the diner's number since Luke had a standing no cell phones in the diner rule and wanted to lead by example.

"Luke's."

"Our daughter is ever so subtly hinting at a cell phone…again!"

"She is persistent and a master negotiator; she gets it from you. Not till her birthday," Luke said firmly. The noise over the line told Lorelai her husband was loading the diner dishwasher, desperate for something to do.

"But I wanted to get her a lap top for her birthday, she's going to need a fancy computer if she gets in that fancy school," Lorelai pouted.

"You want to get her a lap top and a cell phone?"

"Well, that way she can call us when the lap top is on the fritz," Lorelai reasoned.

"You're going to spoil her."

"Luke, she's the most unspoiled kid in the world, isn't that reason enough to spoil her?"

"You spoil her enough behind my back with all those shopping trips…"

"Where she barely lets me buy her anything," Lorelai defended.

"And now you want to add a cell phone? I'm already getting high blood pressure over what our conversations cost on those things, not to mention the annoying messages you leave in my voice mail."

"You mean charming, whimsical messages that are there to brighten your drab days," Lorelai corrected. "Besides what's the point of that healthy food you eat if you are getting high blood pressure."

"The only reason I have a stupid cell is because you gave it to me for my birthday, I don't see any reason to mess with that precedent. Look, her birthday is next month, you get her the lap top, I'll get her the phone and added to our plan, so we go on as the world's best parents and then I go back into construction work to afford our three phone lines."

"Don't do that, I'll just give myself a raise like congress."

"Not till her birthday," Luke said again.

"But I wanna talk to my daughter now."

"Didn't she just leave there?"

"I miss her already…we could make it a 'thinking of you unbirthday' present?"

"Just use your freakish one mind telepathy, it's cheaper than the phone."

"So much for being a master negotiator," Lorelai pouted. Then suddenly there was a crashing sound across the lobby and Lorelai knew it could be only one thing, a chef who was practically a force of nature herself, Sookie St. James and her daughter may have been in the path of the tornado. "Hon, I've gotta go. I'll see you at home, love you," she hung up to race to the kitchen.

Lorelai's best friend, Sookie, was now the head chef at the Independence Inn, thanks to a timely promotion a few months after Lorelai became the general manager. Raoul wanted to go back to France anyway, now if only their newest concierge Michel would do the same. Lorelai rushed into the kitchen to find Sookie on the floor near the stove, "Sookie!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay," the clumsy chef insisted.

"What did you do now?" Lorelai turned to Salvador, one of the line cooks, "Oh, why aren't you watching her? No estabas cuidandola?"

Salvador defended himself, "Eh, no, she's this - bad food in the head."

Lorelai shook her head at Sookie, "I need you to be more careful."

"I know, I'm sorry, but hey, I fixed the peach sauce. I was using too much maple syrup. It strangled the fruit."

"Okay, stop moving."

"You gotta taste the sauce. You have to try it while it's still warm."

"Okay, Sookie, I need you to be more careful. I need there to be fewer accidents," Lorelai warned, for as much of a genius that Sookie was in the kitchen, she was quite the liability to the insurance.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sookie dismissed and spoon fed Lorelai the sauce.

"Oh, dear God Almighty. That's incredible!" Lorelai exclaimed.

"I want to put it on the waffles tomorrow morning for breakfast."

"I want to take Luke for a bath in that sauce!"

"I will make more!" Sookie giggled.

"Someday when we open our own inn, diabetics will line up to eat this sauce."

"Won't that be great?"

"Yeah, but the key to someday achieving that dream is for you to stay alive long enough so we can actually open an inn, you understand?" Lorelai said sternly again.

"Yes, I understand," Sookie rolled her eyes just like a little kid.

"All right. So, now, let's get you up…"

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At the Danes' home, over a family dinner, Lorelai recounted Sookie's latest accident and Rory retold the story of Mark Twain and the nail polish to her mother. "Well, was it a good color at least?" Lorelai asked, always looking for beauty tips from the younger generation.

"It had sparkles in it," Rory shrugged; as she took another helping of the veggie-laden pasta Luke had made for dinner.

"Wow," her father said dryly.

"And it smelled like bubble gum when it dried," Rory amended.

"Oh, well, there's no way Mark Twain can compete with that. Is there anymore garlic bread?"

"There is always more garlic bread," Luke smiled, as he passed the breadbasket across the table.

"And the best part is, I have a sampling of Sookie's Peach sauce for dessert," Rory didn't see since she was cutting her Chicken Parmesan, but Lorelai had winked at her husband across the table. Luke just chuckled to himself and shook his head.

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A/N: Hope you liked the first of many chapters…

A/N: another friendly disclaimer: This has been part of the PLAN almost from the beginning… when I realized how popular WITS was, I began to think ahead to how far I would take the story, or how the show would have gone if Luke was married to Lorelai from the get go. Truth be told the only reason I finished WITS, besides Localizy nagging me to, was because I really wanted to pub all the wonderful scenes I had already written for WITS II. That's right ALREADY WRITTEN (to give you an idea, I already have like 5 chapters waiting to be beta'd) I was working on WITS II simultaneously while PUBBING WITS I. Now the only challenge to pubbing ALL THE MATERIAL I HAVE (Currently well over 80 pages of notes and dialogue), is to string it together in a natural cohesive manner to have it make sense and tell a good story… so in the words of REAL LUKE, not POD LUKE:

"Stay Tuned!"

or

Tell me if this is even worth continuing? Are you interested? Do you care to know what lies in my 80 pages of notes and dialogue?

A/N: Localizy has made her peace with the C crap for crap, has completely, utterly left the show behind. To which I must serenade:

Did you ever know that you're my hero!
and everything I wish I could be
I can fly higher than an eagle,
cause you are the BETA of my Fan Fictioning….

A/N: Purple Ribbon! I'm starting this up again, so I don't blow my pretty little brains out. BUT PLEASE, JUST REVIEW THE FANFICTION, if I wanted updates on the CRAP FOR CRAP, I would watch crap for crap, please respect my choice!

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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you NON POD Luke!
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R/R: PLEASE, I like to better myself. To quote The Princess Bride,
"...Remember this is for posterity, ... so be honest."
Please be specific with R/R; name one (or as many as you can think of or want to mention..…) At least one specific thing you liked

Please! It makes me feel good...inside (Dirty!)

Hence the Rant option below.

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A/N: if not completely satisfied with this chapter, please return unused portion for a full refund...