Lorelai knew exactly what to write as she jogged up the stairs. She was out of breath by the time she reached her bedroom, but she didn't really care. She quickly retrieved the notebook and pen that she had hid earlier, and settled herself on her bed again. She lay down and closed her eyes, resting a hand on her heart as she waited for her breathing and heart rate to slow down to a normal pace.

Feeling more relaxed, she sat up and began writing. How do you address a letter like this? Business. Think business letter, she thought to herself. She wrote down the words "To Whom it May Concern", and then paused as she tried to figure out how to use words to express her emotions. She wasn't a writer. Rory was a writer. Rory would be able to use big, fancy, elegant words to make her point. People would understand what Rory was trying to say. But Lorelai wasn't like Rory. Lorelai was good at expressing herself with words...as long as it was talking. Talking was easy, talking she could do. She was the self-proclaimed Queen of Talking. Writing was somehow different from talking. It was harder. Dirty! she giggled to herself as an afterthought.

She realized that she was chewing on the pen, and she removed it from her mouth in disgust. She placed the pen on the paper and wondered idly if the words would start writing themselves, or just appear letter by letter like they did in Harry Potter. She wanted a super special journal like that. She wouldn't be evil like Voldemort, though. And she wouldn't throw it through Moaning Myrtle.

Great, she was distracted again. She would never get this stupid thing done. Gah! She needed to get this done! Luke had done so much for her, and now she was too incredibly stupid to give him the one thing he asked for in return. She felt like such a horrible person. The frustration returned as she mentally berated herself for not being able to write a simple character reference. Just as she was about to throw the notebook across the room again, Rory's words came back to her.

"Don't over think it"

Lorelai sighed. Fine then, she would just write the first words that came to her mind. No cross-outs or rewrites aloud. Just her original thoughts. She began to write with a new found determination.

A wave of emotions swept over her as she tried to explain why Luke deserved to be involved in his daughter's life. "You're killing me, Luke" she muttered as she went to cross out the sentence she just wrote. Then she remembered- no cross outs this time. "Oh, you had better appreciate this!" she added bitterly as she left the sentence and began writing the next one.

Three minutes later, she paused again to roll her eyes at herself. Anyone who read this letter would be able to tell. They'd know as soon as they read the letter. They'd figure out that she was still in-Nope. No, you're not. She reminded herself. You can't be. You're not aloud to be. Now just cut it out and write the letter! She shook her head and looked back down at the paper. She was almost there.

Twenty minutes later, Lorelai reread the character reference and smiled. She really hoped this would help Luke out. It had already helped her out...

To whom it may concern:

In the nearly 10 years that I have known Luke Danes, I have come to know him as an honest and decent man. He's also one of the most kind and caring persons I have ever met. I'm a single mother, and I raised my daughter by myself, but once Luke Danes became my friend in this town, I never really felt alone. Luke and I have had our ups and downs over the years, but through it all, his relationship with my daughter, Rory, has never changed. He's always been there for her no matter what. He was there to celebrate her birthdays. He was there cheering her on at her high school graduation. Luke has been a sort of father figure in my daughter's life. With his own daughter, Luke wasn't given the opportunity to be there for her first 12 years, but he should be given that opportunity now. Once Luke Danes is in your life, he is in your life forever. I know from personal experience what an amazing gift that is, and not to allow him access to his daughter would be to seriously deprive her of all this man has to offer, and he offers so much. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,
Lorelai Gilmore.

And...that's the end. (hides behind computer)I know that a lot of you wanted me to go on farther than this or to go AU with this story. I did seriously consider making this AU and taking a completely different path. It was a tough decision, believe me. I finally decided to keep it like this, for several different reasons. This is the ending that I had in mind from the moment that I thought of the idea, and in the end, that was why I decided to keep it like this.

Okay, enough excuse making. On to my "thank you"s:

Readers- Thank you for taking the time to read this story! It really does mean a lot to me.

People who added this story to alerts and/or favorites- You made me feel special! Thank you!

Reviewers- Ah, how to thank reviewers...THANK YOU!! Reviews are the rays of sunshine that brighten up my cloudy life...They are the coffee to my muse!

Ellie- (hugs) Oh, Sweetie, I love you soooo much! And I'm really happy that I finally bribed you into writing fanfiction. It was worth it, right?! Thank you SO much for everything you did to help me with this story! You will forever be the Thelma to my Louise and I shall be the Rory to your Lane :)

Sophie- (sighs) Sophie, Sophie, Sophie, I saved you for last because I honestly have no idea how to thank you...(hugs) Without you, this story would not be finished. Without your genius ideas and excellent support, Ginny would still be giving Bailey the silent treatment! Without your wonderfully worded reviews, I would be lacking the inspiration to continue. You are the... (takes deep breath in)...Coffee to my morning, the Red Vines to my movie night, the apple tarts to my Christmas party, the...oh crap, I'm out already...Anyway, I'm sending you a virtual chocolate covered Booth!

And with that, I say goodbye!