Mrs. R.J. "Ride My Broomstick" Lupin (moonlite_fading) wrote in tasty_breeze,
Mrs. R.J. "Ride My Broomstick" Lupin

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Springtime Blues; Pt. 1 - LL

Title: Springtime Blues
Pairing: Luke/Lorelai (sorry, it's a sickness!)
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Drama
A/N: This will be one of two parts, I think (no more than 3 parts). It's slightly lengthy and jumps a bit, so part one is split up into 6 (VI) sections. This has been proofed numerous times by myself, but no other eyes, so I apologize in advance for any errors.

WARNING: This mini-series contains spoilers UP TO THE END OF SEASON 5. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE SPOILED. You've been warned.

Obviously, this is my take on some of the spoilers I've read (all of which are EXCLUSIVELY from spoilerfix). I picked and chose which spoilers I wanted to use, and I don't expect it to happen like this on the show (which is why I'm writing this now :p). Anyway, onward...

Springtime Blues
An Apple a Day…
Part 2 / Part 3

Lorelai breathed in the spring air and sighed happily. Luke glanced at her and grinned slightly, before turning his attention back to the pavement in front of him. She loved the first nice day of spring. In fact, she even loved it enough to take a stroll around the town! Lorelai did not stroll on a normal basis; the fact that she agreed to Luke’s proposal was quite surprising, for both of them. But today was just too nice (not quite hot enough for short-sleeves, but perfect for a thin sweater and a skirt) to remain inside. There would be plenty of time to be lazy later. Besides, the company was great. Although she and Luke spent a lot of time together, it never seemed to be too much. And anyway, today was different. Usually, their time together was characterized by their customary banter. However, right now, they were merely walking side-by-side, sharing a moment of comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and the beautiful weather. She was surprised to find that she liked this almost as much as she enjoyed talking.

Lorelai was roused from her thoughts as Luke picked up the pace. She raised her eyebrows when Luke led her up the path toward the old Twickham House. She hadn’t thought that Luke had a destination in mind, but he stopped in front of the house and looked up at it meaningfully. Lorelai followed suit, confusion present on her features as she alternated between studying Luke and the house. He didn’t speak for a few moments, and Lorelai had the strange inkling that she should do the same.

“They’re auctioning this place off,” said Luke, breaking the silence in a low voice.

“Yeah…” she replied weakly, unsure of where Luke was going with this.

“When I heard about it, I figured some rich idiot who didn’t know anything about the repairs and the history would get the house and fix it up all wrong. This place is a part of history… that’s the worst possible thing that could happen to it.”

“It is beautiful,” she agreed.

Luke smiled slightly. “You really think so?” He looked up at the house again, squinting against the sun. “Yeah, it is.”

“Luke?” she questioned, bringing her fingers to his forearm lightly. “It’ll be okay. I mean, I know you said you were close to Old Man Twickham, but, well… it’s time to move on.”

“I know, I know… that’s, uh, why I brought you here.”

“To help you move on?” she asked, perplexed.

“Well, sort of. See, the thing is, Lorelai, I’ve been talking to Taylor and, while nothing’s official yet, I told him I would put –“

Luke’s confession was interrupted by the shrill tune of her cell phone. Luke groaned and glared at her. Lorelai shrugged and teased, “Hey, this isn’t the diner!” before answering. Luke returned his attention to the house, worrying his hands as he did so. After a minute, he heard Lorelai’s cell phone close and he turned toward her. She looked slightly dazed and Luke automatically reached out for her.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine! It’s just –“ Lorelai lost her train of thought as she spotted an empty box of Apple Jacks and cried, “Apples!” Luke gave her his usual ‘What the Hell, Lorelai?’ look, so she pointed to the box of Apple Jacks on the ground. “I’d been craving something all day and I couldn’t figure out what the hell it was. But it’s apples!”

“You do know that Apple Jacks don’t actually taste like apples?”

Lorelai grinned brilliantly. “Luke Danes – I didn’t know you quoted commercials! My influence must be rubbing off on you. Hee, rubbing off… dirty!”

“Commercial?” he repeated dumbly.

“Wait… you’ve never seen the Apple Jacks commercials? Oh my God, then this is just too creepy.”

“Lorelai,” Luke said sternly, hoping to keep her mind from wandering again, “what was the phone call about?”

“Oh, yeah!” Lorelai closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled. “Sookie’s having her baby!”

“Oh wow, that’s great,” declared Luke with a grin as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and placed a kiss on her temple.

She snorted. “Well, at least you showed some emotion.”


“No, I get it,” she teased, “You like to pretend that no one knows you have a heart.”

“Lorelai,” he groaned. “All right, tell you what: next time Sookie goes into labor, I’ll get up on a table and dance, deal?”

“Deal,” she replied with a kiss. “I hope you realize I’m holding you to that.”

“Sure. Now why don’t we get to the hospital before Sookie pops?”

She grinned and linked arms with him as they headed back toward the diner. “Beautiful analogy. Obviously, you’ve never given birth before. Although, I have to say, I’d be pretty freaked out if you had.”

Lorelai knocked on the hospital room door and, after hearing Sookie’s enthusiastic welcome, Lorelai entered. She smiled a hello at Jackson, who was standing beside Sookie’s bed arranging flowers, before she ran over to Sookie and grabbed her hand.

“It’s almost time!” Sookie squealed.

“I know!” replied Lorelai as she bounced. “How far along are you?”

“Only a few centimeters,” she replied with a frown.

“Aww, no… none of that, Sook! At least, not unless you’re in some sort of intense labor pain.” Sookie made a nervous whimpering noise. “Sookie, you know how it works now. The pain is nothing compared to what you get afterward.”

“Yeah, yeah… I know. Gosh, I’m so excited!”

“Me too! Oh, hey, before I forget, I spoke to Rory on the ride here and she can’t get out of class…”

“Poor thing.”

“Yeah, but she says congratulations and she’ll get here as soon as she can this weekend.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet! She’s a great kid.”

“Yeah… she is.” Lorelai agreed with a small smile.

Their conversation ended abruptly, as a handsome doctor entered the room. The man, who seemed to be in his mid-to-late thirties, had dark brown hair, a strong jaw, and a slight dusting of day-old stubble along his chin. “Hi, I’m Dr. Morissette. I’m going to be filling in for Dr. Stein, who is, ironically enough, on maternity leave right now.” He shook hands with Jackson first, and then came over to the bed to stand beside Lorelai, who moved back slightly, allowing him access to Sookie’s hand.

As he picked up Sookie’s chart, Lorelai began, “Uh, I think I’ll just leave you some privacy, guys… I’ll go find some coffee or something.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” said Dr. Morissette without looking up. “I’m finishing up here. Everything looks good right now, Sookie. I’m afraid you folks have some waiting to do.”

“That’s okay, I’ll entertain her,” said Lorelai with a grin in Sookie’s direction.

He smiled at Lorelai. “I’m sure you will. All right, I’ll be back soon. Nice to meet you, Sookie, Jackson…” he turned toward Lorelai questioningly.


“Lorelai,” he repeated slowly. “Wow, that’s a beautiful name. Greek mythology?”

“Something like that.”

“I’ll be back soon,” he said before leaving the room.

Lorelai moved back toward Sookie’s bed and frowned as Sookie smiled smugly at her. “What’s that grin for?”

“He was flirting.”

“With you?” she asked, slightly disgusted at the prospect of a doctor flirting with his very pregnant (and married!) patient.

“No, silly. With you!”

Lorelai laughed. “What?”

“Beautiful name… Greek mythology, right?” she mocked.

“Stop it, Sookie. He was just being friendly.”

“Uh huh, and I’m sure Luke wouldn’t mind him just being friendly with his girlfriend.”

Lorelai let out an exasperated sigh. “Sure, Sookie.”

Sookie looked over at Jackson. “Wasn’t the doctor flirting with Lorelai?”

“Oh no, leave me out of this.”

“Jackson! I am giving birth to your child here!”

Jackson sighed. “Maybe a little.”


“Whatever, you’re both crazy.”

“He is cute though, don’t you think?”

Lorelai grinned and Sookie. “Maybe a little.”

“Hey, husband in the room here!”

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. Soon, I’ll be in so much pain that I won’t care about any men.”

“Right,” he grumbled.

“So, where is Luke?” asked Sookie.

“Oh, he dropped me off earlier and went back to the diner. He’ll be here after the lunch rush, unless, of course, you give birth. In that case, he’ll be as far away as humanly possible.”

“So will I,” added Jackson.


“Tell me about it! So, do you need me to get you anything?” asked Lorelai, looking around the room.

“No, I’m fine, thanks. Actually, I think – ah, another contraction… eek!”

Jackson quickly jumped to Sookie’s side, while Lorelai slipped away uncomfortably. Sure, she had done birthing thing before herself, but, well, it was different when someone else was going through it. Besides, Sookie had Jackson, and Lorelai had just noticed a basket of fruit sitting on the table. She eyed it suspiciously, allowing her hand to graze a large, red apple, before quickly withdrawing, as if she had been burned.

“Do you want some fruit?” asked Sookie, who seemed to be over her latest contraction.

“Me? Fruit?” she asked in an unnaturally high tone. “Why would you think that?”

“You have that look in your eye…”

“What look?”

“Like a vulture eyeing its prey.”

“Did you get your Demerol already?”

“It’s usually the look you give donuts,” agreed Jackson.

“Or coffee.”

“I, uh, well… maybe one apple couldn’t hurt.”

“Take them all. I didn’t grow them. I can’t believe someone would send us fruit! I mean, don’t they know that I grow fruit for a living?”

“You are right, Jackson; I am behind you 100%! In fact, in protest, I will eat this apple, using my teeth to puncture it to its very core.”

“Thank you,” he grumbled.

Lorelai took a large bite of the apple. Her eyes drifted shut as juice dribbled down her chin. She was unaware that she let out a content sigh until she noticed Sookie and Jackson eyeing her suspiciously.


“Nothing,” they both replied quickly.

Awkward silence filled the room. Lorelai pouted for a moment, before taking another bite of the apple. It was really good. She didn’t remember apples tasting this good before. How strange.

Luke was going to go back to the diner after he dropped Lorelai off at the hospital, but, on the way, he passed by the Twickham house (“Not on purpose,” he told himself, even though passing it meant he took the slower way back into town), and noticed Taylor, along with Kirk, Miss Patty, and a few other, unfamiliar faces. Luke slowed his truck to a halt and climbed out, eyeing the group suspiciously as he approached them.

“What’s all this?” he demanded from behind, startling Kirk.

“Why, we’re showing off the house, Luke,” replied Taylor haughtily. “You didn’t think we were going to let you get the house just like that, did you?”

“Well, yeah, I did! I mean, I told you I’d make the highest bid and you agreed –“

“I did not agree, Luke.”

“You did, Taylor!”

“Do you have it in writing?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “No.”

“Aha! Then I did not officially agree and therefore you have no rights to this house. You can, however, enter a bid, just like the rest of these fine people.”

“Jeez, Taylor, I am gonna –“

“Yes?” asked Taylor innocently. “What will you do to me? By the by, I am one of the people on the committee who gets the difficult, yet fulfilling opportunity to decide which of these bidders the house goes to. You might bid the highest, Luke. However, if, for some reason, one of the committee members deems you an unsuitable occupant for this house, it will, without fail, go to the next highest bidder.”

“Fine Taylor,” he exhaled. “Who am I up against?”

“Oh, yes, let me introduce you.” Taylor indicated to an older couple to his right and said, “Those are the Parkers and –“ he pointed to the younger couple beside him –“those are the Thomas’s.” Kirk cleared his throat. “Kirk, he knows you.”

“Wait a second, Kirk is going for this house?”

“Yes, I am. Nervous about some competition, are we? Bet you don’t feel so cocky now, Luke, do you?”

“Lorelai let you stay in her house for two weeks, Kirk…”

“Yeah, but she also wouldn’t let me watch TV and eat cereal,” he wined.

Luke turned to Taylor. “And you really want that living in this house?”

“I am not going to discuss this with you any further, Luke. If you’d like to withdrawal your bid, I’ll understand…”

“No way,” he growled. “I’m getting outta here.”

“May the best man win!” Kirk called after him.

“The best man? That’s not really accurate,” he muttered under his breath.

Twenty minutes later, Lorelai, Sookie, and Jackson were chatting as Dr. Morissette re-entered the room, with a mug of coffee in his hand.

“How’s everything going here?”

“Long,” Sookie whined. “I don’t remember Davey taking this long! I thought second births were supposed to happen faster.”

“Her contractions are about 7 minutes apart.”

“Okay, well, we’re getting closer then. Everything still looks good, though,” he assured them. “Patience is virtue.”

“Sure, sure,” replied Lorelai, “although if Sookie was truly virtuous, I don’t think we’d be here right now.”

“Thanks, Lorelai,” replied Sookie with an eye-roll.

The doctor chuckled. “No, I suppose I wouldn’t be making as much money if women were.”

“Right… good point. Not that I should be talking about virtue because, well, I’m the poster girl for anti-virtue. At least she’s married! But… oh, wow, it’s definitely time for me to shut up and eat more of my apple.”

“Good idea,” agreed Sookie with a chuckle.

“Okay, well, I’ll be back soon,” said the Doctor. “I just, well, Lorelai…”


“Would you like some coffee? You said you were gonna get some earlier, but you didn’t. And, well, I have some with me, if you’d like. It hasn’t been touched, I swear.”

Lorelai opened her mouth to reply and then quickly shut it, looking up at Dr. Morissette with wide eyes. “I, uh…” She held up her apple. “I’ve got an apple, so I’m set. I mean, sure, there isn’t as much caffeine in an apple, but it has vitamins like… like… well, I don’t know what kind of vitamins apples have, but Jackson probably does, so you can ask him. He grows fruit,” she finished lamely.

Dr. Morissette smiled warmly at her. “You really like apples, huh?”

“Yeah, totally.” She looked away from his eyes, knowing fully well that Sookie had been dead-on - he was flirting with her. “God, I remember this one time, I wanted an apple so badly, but I was at some stupid D.A.R. banquet for my mom and they didn’t have any apples! Can you believe that? Rich people,” she said as she shook her head disapprovingly. “So then I went into the kitchen, befriended one of the chefs, and got an apple. But, of course, my mom found me and then I ended up crying in one of the bathroom stalls and knocked over a bowl of potpourri. I don’t usually cry because my mother won’t let me eat apples in kitchens during banquets – although, believe me, she won’t – but I was pregnant then and –“ Lorelai stopped talking suddenly, eyes widening as she reached out blindly toward the wall to steady herself.

“Lorelai, are you okay?” asked Sookie worriedly, as Jackson and Dr. Morissette stepped closer toward her.

“I’m fine, I just… wow – is it just me, or did it just get really stuffy in here? I’m gonna go take a walk; don’t have that baby without me, you hear?”

Before anyone could protest, Lorelai was out the door and halfway down the corridor.

Lorelai re-entered the hospital, willing herself not to freak out. She was probably just imagining things. Sure, the only other time in her life that she had craved an apple had been when she was pregnant, but this was probably just a fluke. She had pregnancy on her mind because of Sookie and, well, subconsciously, apples reminded her of pregnancy, somehow. Oh great, she thought, now I’ve confused myself. She shook her head, trying to clear it.

She was about to open the door to Sookie’s hospital room when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Surprised, she turned around and found herself face-to-face with Dr. Morissette.

“Are you okay? You looked about ready to faint in there earlier.”

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m fine! Don’t worry about it; just needed some fresh air.”

“Are you sure?”


“Okay,” he replied skeptically. “Well, I was hoping to run into you again, actually…”

“You liked my apple story that much?”

“Yes,” he replied. “And you know, I like you, too.”

“You don’t even know me.”

He shrugged. “The little I know, I like.”

She let out a chuckle. “Oh boy, you don’t even have the slightest idea.”

“So let me find out. I can take you out to dinner… after Sookie has her baby, of course.”

“Ah, yeah… that’s a nice offer, but I’m busy.”


“Yeah, okay, doctor –“


“- Michael, that was my polite way of letting you know that I have a boyfriend.”




“Don’t be. It’s flattering, nonetheless. But he’s a really great guy. I can’t wait to tell him a gynecologist asked me out! Maybe that would’ve convinced him to get here earlier…”

“I, uh…”

“So, I’ll see you around, Doctor.”

“Right. Well, if you need anything, just… let me know.”

She nodded. “Thank you.” As he turned to go, Lorelai quickly called his name. Dr. Morissette turned around, looking at her intently in the crowded hallway. “Can I ask you a medical question?”

“Uh, okay… not exactly what I’d hoped for, but sure, why don’t we just…” He gestured for her to follow him as they headed into an empty waiting area. “Okay, what’s up?”

“Well, I was just wondering… “ she began, picking at a loose thread on her sweater, “what are some signs of pregnancy?”

“Uh, signs? You mean, physical signs?”

“Well, no, not exactly,” she replied carefully. “I mean, is it possible to – I don’t’ know – get a weird craving.”

The doctor shrugged. “Sure, women get cravings all the time during pregnancy. But I wouldn’t use that as the only clue. I mean, women also get weird cravings when they’re ovulating. There would have to be a physical reason for me to really think a woman might be pregnant.”

“Like what?”

“Well, being late for her period would be the biggest sign, of course.”


“Weight-gain, nausea, and intense mood swings are also good indicators, but those could also indicate other things.”

“Okay, but if the woman’s on the pill – it’s not… I mean, it’s unlikely…”

“99.7% unlikely. Unless she’s skipped a few days without catching up or not followed the prescription right, in some other way.”

“Right…” Lorelai frowned; trying to remember the last time she took the pill. Over the years, taking it had become second nature to her. She usually only noticed she was taking it when she was running low. And now that she thought about, when was the last time she had her period? “Crap,” she mumbled. She was really bad at keeping track of her own life. She made a mental note to work on that.

“Uh, Lorelai?”

“Look, Doctor, this has all been great, but I really have to go. Thanks for the – uh – info. See? You don’t want to date me anyway – I’m too crazy; don’t feel bad. Tell Sookie I love her, okay?”

“Huh? Uh, okay…”

With that, she ran out of the hospital, trying her hardest to fight back tears. This was crazy – she didn’t even know if she was pregnant. The odds were against it and yet …things had going well again – too well, even. It would make sense if everything went to hell again – isn’t that what happened to most of her relationships? She took out her cell phone and dialed a taxi service, trying her hardest to keep her voice even. Then, she called Luke’s cell phone, strangely disappointed to hear his voicemail automatically pick up (the one she recorded for him). She paused after the beep, realizing she had no idea what to say. She hung up, instead.

Luke held his breath as he made his way through the hospital lobby and toward the elevator. He was going to the maternity ward, so the worst he would see is really fat women – right? Still, that didn’t stop him from feeling the same nausea creep up on him that had the last time he had been at the hospital (which had, strangely enough, also been for Lorelai). The elevator reached the floor and he walked out, feeling relieved that there didn’t seem to be anything too disgusting in the halls. Still, the ward had that same sickeningly sterile smell about it, and Luke quickly made his way down the bleak corridor toward the room that Lorelai had scribbled on his hand earlier.

Luke knocked and waited for Jackson to open the door before nervously peering inside. He offered Jackson his congratulations and, despite his better judgment, followed Jackson inside the room. He looked around and immediately frowned. “Where’s Lorelai? I brought her coffee...”

Sookie and Jackson exchanged looks. “You didn’t take her home before?”


“The doctor gave us a message like ten minutes ago that she left.”

“I didn’t hear anything about it…”

“Did she leave you a voicemail?” questioned Sookie anxiously.

“No, I checked right before I came in.”

“That’s strange. Come to think of it, she did seem a little off before...”


“She looked kinda pale and ran out of here; said she needed some air.”

Luke tried to hide his anxiety as he nodded. “I’m gonna go back to Stars Hollow and see if she grabbed a taxi back.”

“Good idea.”

“Congratulations, Sookie,” he said hurriedly, before practically running out the door.


ETA: Click for Part 2

ETA: I'm writing the second part now, so expect to see it soon. Guh, I need to write my AP English essay and study for about a million tests. Bad Becca! :(
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