Date:12/22/01 1:47:05 PM Eastern Standard Time From:TriFrog520@aol.com Title: Fate: Willy Wonka, New-Age Doctor 6/7 Author: Gabbi Email: Trifrog520@aol.com Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls belongs to Amy S-P, I own nothing.. you know the deal. :) Distribution: If anyone wants to archive it or put it on their site, just email me. Rating: PG-13 for mild language and kissing Pairing: L/L Spoilers: Ehh.. it's somewhere between "Love and War and Snow" and "Love, Daisies, and Troubadours". I couldn't really find much spoilers, except that Lorelai and Max are going out. Feedback: One more chapter to go. After that, I'll be sending out the whole story for anyone who missed it. :) Please keep sending feedback. Thanks everyone! "Sorry it's so messy," Lorelai apologized as she opened the front door for the two of them. "Oh, it's okay. You've never really been the organized type." "Type? Oh, now I'm a type?" Lorelai asked playfully, her wit and charm slowly surfacing. Luke stuttered for words, but after seeing Lorelai was just kidding, he relaxed. "Want some coffee?" Luke gave Lorelai a dirty look. She knew he didn't drink coffee; he despised the brown liquid. It kills you; everyone knows that. But he loved Lorelai, and if she loved coffee, then he had to make an effort to keep the ranting about it minimal. "I know, tea." Lorelai grinned, and turned on the coffee pot. Getting two mugs from the cupboard, she grabbed a tea bag and set it in one of the empty mugs. Handing it to Luke, he sat down at the table. "So. We're just supposed to wait around for them to call?" "Yep, basically." Lorelai said, running the hot water. Finally feeling that it was hot enough, she took Luke's mug back from him, filled it with hot water, and returned it to the table. "Well, that's stupid," Luke said crankily. "Yeah, I know. But that's what they told us to do, and I'm not about to argue with the scary men in white coats." "Good choice." They both sat in silence, but it wasn't awkward. It was the kind of silence where you could sit and not say a word, but feel like you're having a conversation. "Hey, you know what we could do?" Lorelai asked, breaking the silence. "What?" Luke didn't really want to know. Lorelai had been known to have some pretty crazy ideas, and he usually didn't like to take part in them. "Watch Willa Wonka and the Chocolate Factory," she said excitedly. Seeing Luke give her a dirty look, she defended herself. "The Oompa-Loompas always make me happier." "Fine," Luke agreed. "We can watch it." Lorelai almost ran into the living room to get the tape. Inserting it into the VCR, she came back into the kitchen to get her coffee and make sure Luke wasn't going to turn into Houdini and disappear on her. Grabbing her mug in one hand, and his arm in the other, she pulled Luke into the living room and they both sat down on the left side of the couch. "You're crowding me," Luke complained. "I'm clausotrophobic." "No you're not. I know you're not. I can't see the TV from over there, anyways. Besides, the Oompa-Loompas will make you feel better." Using the remote, Lorelai pressed "play", and Willy Wonka music filled the room. Still waiting for the phone call from the hospital, they were both pretty jumpy; every ringing noise in the movie made Lorelai grab the phone, only to see that it wasn't a call. During the some what dull part when Charlie and his grandparents are dancing around the bed, Lorelai turned to Luke. "She'll be okay, right? I mean, she won't die or anything. Right?" "Oh, sure. Of course she'll be okay." Luke said. "Really?" Lorelai whispered, her face inches away from Luke's. "Really." Luke replied gently. Lorelai leaned in and pressed her mouth against his. Luke didn't fight it at all, he just opened his mouth slightly and put his arms around her. Hungrily, her tongue explored his mouth, looking for something to take her mind off the terror at hand. So happy to finally be doing what he'd wanted for years, Luke also explored her mouth. Leaning back slowly, Lorelai lay down on the couch, with Luke on top of her. Both Luke and Lorelai were caught up in the moment - so caught up, in fact, that they didn't hear the phone ring. End part 6