The Next Day, GG, AU Taken In 'Verse, G
Title: The Next Day, sequel to Not Good Enough
Author: Piratelf
Rating: G
Fandom: Gilmore Girls (GG)
Genre: Gen AU
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls, Luke Danes, Dean Forester, Beefaroni, sucrose, fructose or Navy Day. Basically, I own nothing.
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: There is a statement in here regarding sucrose and fructose which is not, strictly speaking, completely true. Sucrose is actually fructose and glucose. And apples do have some sucrose. But the point is that the commonly held definition of sucrose as refined sugar from beets or cane, is less healthy for you than the unprocessed fructose that you would get by eating an apple. High fructose corn syrup on the other hand is liquid death. But try finding a product without it. Write your congressperson. *off the soapbox now*
Summary: Luke expected more of Lorelai during the dinner at her parent's house in "Sadie, Sadie".
Dean came downstairs while Luke was arguing with Taylor.
“I told you, I am NOT putting decorations up.”
“It’s red, white and blue bunting, Luke! It’s going down the shop fronts of the whole street! It can’t stop before the diner and pick up around the corner!”
“I bet it- Dean, get an apple!”
Dean dropped the plastic cover over the doughnuts. The doughnuts which were on the counter behind, and at the opposite end from, Luke. How did he DO that? “Luke, I need sugar in the morning to function.”
“There’s sugar in apples.”
“It’s the wrong kind of sugar.”
“There is fructose, which is natural and organic, in apples. You are telling me that you need sucrose, which is basically processed poison, to function?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“You had Beefaroni and half a pie last night, you are NOT having a doughnut this morning. Get an apple and go to work.”
Dean sighed, rolling his eyes, and went into the kitchen.
“Luke, listen, it’s just ONE day. You want to disrespect all the brave Navy men who have died to protect your freedom?” Taylor continued his argument.
“No, I want to exercise that freedom, by NOT having red, white and blue bunting on my diner!”
“But the parade is going to go right down this street!”
“Take it down another street.”
“I can’t take it down another street! Don’t you realize there are permits and fees involved! Navy Day is the thirteenth! And this is the weekend! I couldn’t even try to apply for another permit until Monday, and that’s the twelfth!”
“Taylor, you’re the guy who hands out the permits!”
“Well that’s no excuse for nepotism, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”
“Do you have an apple?” Luke asked as Dean was passing behind Taylor on his way to the door.
He stopped and turned to face Luke. “Cesar is making a pie, and he threatened my life. I have a pear.” He held it up as proof.
“Good enough. Don’t be late for work.”
Dean stepped closer to Taylor and spoke over his shoulder. “Actually, it won’t matter because my boss will be next door trying to convince the grumpy guy who owns the diner how stupid it will look if he doesn’t let him put bunting on his building. Which it will, if you want my opinion.” He took a bite of his pear.
“See?!” Taylor exclaimed.
“I DON’T want your opinion, I didn’t ASK for your opinion, and since you aren’t the one who owns the building, you don’t get to HAVE an opinion! Now go to work. BOTH of you!” Luke dismissed them and went back behind his counter.
Dean held the door for Taylor and followed him over to the market.
Luke shook his head and poured coffee for a patron on his way back to the counter. At least Dean seemed fine today, hopefully there wouldn’t be any long-lasting after-effects of his dinner with the elder Gilmores. Of course, he was good at hiding things, so Luke couldn’t be sure.
It was about two hours later, around ten, that Lorelai and Rory walked in. They greeted him as they sat at their usual table.
“What’ll ya have?” He asked them.
“Coffee, French toast, sausage, coffee, eggs, Danish and coffee.” Lorelai smiled up at him.
“The same, but with coffee,” Rory said.
Luke shook his head at them. “How do you want your eggs?”
“NO more decisions until we have coffee!” Lorelai demanded.
Luke sighed and brought them their cups, filled with coffee.
Rory said, “scrambled.”
And Lorelai said, “over easy.”
When Luke brought them their food he asked what their plans were for the day.
“Is Dean working?” Rory asked.
“Yes.”
“When does he get off?”
“Five, he’s got a full day today.”
She pouted. “I think I’ll go see what Lane is doing, maybe we’ll hang out.”
“Lorelai?” Luke asked.
“Oh, jeez, I don’t know, I always wanted to learn to luge. Or maybe I should apply to medical school? Of course, I’ve been thinking I should do something with all those explosives in the garage.”
“Great, well after breakfast, you think you could hang out here for a little bit? I wanna talk to you about something.”
“About what?” Lorelai asked between bites.
“Something,” Luke answered.
“Is it a mystery topic?”
“I have other customers,” Luke excused himself, gruffly.
“What do you think that’s about?” Rory asked.
“Who knows, maybe he got a new hat and he wants to model it for me?”
“Maybe he’s thinking of turning the place into a disco?”
“Maybe he wants to go upstairs and we can braid each other’s hair and do each other’s make-up?”
They giggled their way through breakfast, then Rory left to see Lane. Luke waved to her then told Caesar he was taking a break. He went over to Lorelai and took her wrist, “Would you come upstairs, please?”
“You DO want me to braid your hair and do your make-up?” she asked.
Luke knew from long experience to ignore most nonsensical things which came out of Lorelai’s mouth and that was certainly one. He led her upstairs and closed the door behind them.
“Luke, seriously, what is this?”
“This is me asking you what the HELL happened last night?”
“Last night?”
“Yeah, last night? I sent Dean off with you to go to dinner and you sent him back traumatized, and hungry.”
“Oh, jeez, yeah, my father was in rare form last night.”
“Uh huh, and what kinda form were you in?”
“Excuse me?”
“You just sat there and let him humiliate that kid. What were you thinking?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the second he wouldn’t shake Dean’s hand you should have whisked him right out of there! Why the hell did you make him go through all that?”
“Luke-”
“Maybe you don’t think he’s been through enough, huh? You just wanna see how much pain one seventeen year old kid can take, is that it?”
“No, of course not!”
“Maybe you agree with him, is that it? You think Dean’s not good enough for Rory?”
“Luke, I love Dean, you know that! How can you say these things to me?”
“Cause I had a kid sitting in his room, crying, last night, and I think you could have prevented that.”
“Crying?”
“Yes, crying. And he didn’t want me to know so I really doubt he’d be thrilled with you knowing it, and whatever you do, don’t tell Rory.”
“But he was fine when he left my house. Rory even asked him if he was upset, several times and he said he was fine.”
“And you believed him? You thought after a night of being insulted and mocked by your father, that he was really all right?”
“Dean is a very cool kid, I thought he was just letting it roll off his back. And Rory was all upset about how her grandfather had treated Dean, and she’d yelled at him, which she never did before, and I had to take care of her.”
“Lorelai, don’t you get it? YOU were supposed to be the grown-up last night. You were responsible for those kids, both of them. And when your father started in, you were the one who brought them, it was your job to get them out.”
“Look, Luke, I get that you’re upset, but this wasn’t my fault. My father is a snob, yes, but he was motivated by the fact that he just doesn’t want Rory to mess up her life, like I did.”
“Then you should have pointed out that you did not mess up your life by dating someone that he felt was beneath you, but with a fellow blue blood kid that you’ve told me he actually liked more than you!”
“I really don’t think it would have even mattered. I mean, Dad just saw a boy and thought disaster.”
“Maybe so, but YOU knew that it wasn’t just ‘a boy’ sitting there, it was Dean, and if you weren’t gonna take him out of there you could have at least defended him.”
Lorelai sighed. “Okay, you know what? You’re right. I screwed up. And I’m sorry. And I am so sorry that Dean was hurt, I adore that kid, I would never have taken him there if I had known that my father was going to freak out on him like that. And I promise it will never, never happen again.”
“NO it won’t. Because he goes nowhere near those parents of yours. Either of them. Ever again.”
“Agreed.”
“He doesn’t go to their house, and if they come to your house the first thing you do, is call me and let me know when they will get there and how long they’ll stay so there is NO chance of them ever crossing paths with Dean.”
“Absolutely. Although they hardly ever come to my house, but if they do the Richard and Emily Gilmore early warning system goes straight into effect!”
Luke nodded. “Okay, good.”
“Maybe we could set up roadblocks at the city limits?”
“I was thinking about those house arrest ankle bracelets.”
“Oh my father would never wear an ankle bracelet, he thinks they look slutty.”
Luke smirked at her.
Lorelai grinned at him.
“So, we’re good?”
“Yeah,” Luke, nodded. “We’re good. Thanks.”
“Okay, so I’d better get to my luge lessons. See ya later, Luke.”
“Bye.”
The Taken In 'Verse
Taken In
Not Good Enough
Next
Grief Counseling
Author: Piratelf
Rating: G
Fandom: Gilmore Girls (GG)
Genre: Gen AU
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls, Luke Danes, Dean Forester, Beefaroni, sucrose, fructose or Navy Day. Basically, I own nothing.
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: There is a statement in here regarding sucrose and fructose which is not, strictly speaking, completely true. Sucrose is actually fructose and glucose. And apples do have some sucrose. But the point is that the commonly held definition of sucrose as refined sugar from beets or cane, is less healthy for you than the unprocessed fructose that you would get by eating an apple. High fructose corn syrup on the other hand is liquid death. But try finding a product without it. Write your congressperson. *off the soapbox now*
Summary: Luke expected more of Lorelai during the dinner at her parent's house in "Sadie, Sadie".
Dean came downstairs while Luke was arguing with Taylor.
“I told you, I am NOT putting decorations up.”
“It’s red, white and blue bunting, Luke! It’s going down the shop fronts of the whole street! It can’t stop before the diner and pick up around the corner!”
“I bet it- Dean, get an apple!”
Dean dropped the plastic cover over the doughnuts. The doughnuts which were on the counter behind, and at the opposite end from, Luke. How did he DO that? “Luke, I need sugar in the morning to function.”
“There’s sugar in apples.”
“It’s the wrong kind of sugar.”
“There is fructose, which is natural and organic, in apples. You are telling me that you need sucrose, which is basically processed poison, to function?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“You had Beefaroni and half a pie last night, you are NOT having a doughnut this morning. Get an apple and go to work.”
Dean sighed, rolling his eyes, and went into the kitchen.
“Luke, listen, it’s just ONE day. You want to disrespect all the brave Navy men who have died to protect your freedom?” Taylor continued his argument.
“No, I want to exercise that freedom, by NOT having red, white and blue bunting on my diner!”
“But the parade is going to go right down this street!”
“Take it down another street.”
“I can’t take it down another street! Don’t you realize there are permits and fees involved! Navy Day is the thirteenth! And this is the weekend! I couldn’t even try to apply for another permit until Monday, and that’s the twelfth!”
“Taylor, you’re the guy who hands out the permits!”
“Well that’s no excuse for nepotism, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”
“Do you have an apple?” Luke asked as Dean was passing behind Taylor on his way to the door.
He stopped and turned to face Luke. “Cesar is making a pie, and he threatened my life. I have a pear.” He held it up as proof.
“Good enough. Don’t be late for work.”
Dean stepped closer to Taylor and spoke over his shoulder. “Actually, it won’t matter because my boss will be next door trying to convince the grumpy guy who owns the diner how stupid it will look if he doesn’t let him put bunting on his building. Which it will, if you want my opinion.” He took a bite of his pear.
“See?!” Taylor exclaimed.
“I DON’T want your opinion, I didn’t ASK for your opinion, and since you aren’t the one who owns the building, you don’t get to HAVE an opinion! Now go to work. BOTH of you!” Luke dismissed them and went back behind his counter.
Dean held the door for Taylor and followed him over to the market.
Luke shook his head and poured coffee for a patron on his way back to the counter. At least Dean seemed fine today, hopefully there wouldn’t be any long-lasting after-effects of his dinner with the elder Gilmores. Of course, he was good at hiding things, so Luke couldn’t be sure.
It was about two hours later, around ten, that Lorelai and Rory walked in. They greeted him as they sat at their usual table.
“What’ll ya have?” He asked them.
“Coffee, French toast, sausage, coffee, eggs, Danish and coffee.” Lorelai smiled up at him.
“The same, but with coffee,” Rory said.
Luke shook his head at them. “How do you want your eggs?”
“NO more decisions until we have coffee!” Lorelai demanded.
Luke sighed and brought them their cups, filled with coffee.
Rory said, “scrambled.”
And Lorelai said, “over easy.”
When Luke brought them their food he asked what their plans were for the day.
“Is Dean working?” Rory asked.
“Yes.”
“When does he get off?”
“Five, he’s got a full day today.”
She pouted. “I think I’ll go see what Lane is doing, maybe we’ll hang out.”
“Lorelai?” Luke asked.
“Oh, jeez, I don’t know, I always wanted to learn to luge. Or maybe I should apply to medical school? Of course, I’ve been thinking I should do something with all those explosives in the garage.”
“Great, well after breakfast, you think you could hang out here for a little bit? I wanna talk to you about something.”
“About what?” Lorelai asked between bites.
“Something,” Luke answered.
“Is it a mystery topic?”
“I have other customers,” Luke excused himself, gruffly.
“What do you think that’s about?” Rory asked.
“Who knows, maybe he got a new hat and he wants to model it for me?”
“Maybe he’s thinking of turning the place into a disco?”
“Maybe he wants to go upstairs and we can braid each other’s hair and do each other’s make-up?”
They giggled their way through breakfast, then Rory left to see Lane. Luke waved to her then told Caesar he was taking a break. He went over to Lorelai and took her wrist, “Would you come upstairs, please?”
“You DO want me to braid your hair and do your make-up?” she asked.
Luke knew from long experience to ignore most nonsensical things which came out of Lorelai’s mouth and that was certainly one. He led her upstairs and closed the door behind them.
“Luke, seriously, what is this?”
“This is me asking you what the HELL happened last night?”
“Last night?”
“Yeah, last night? I sent Dean off with you to go to dinner and you sent him back traumatized, and hungry.”
“Oh, jeez, yeah, my father was in rare form last night.”
“Uh huh, and what kinda form were you in?”
“Excuse me?”
“You just sat there and let him humiliate that kid. What were you thinking?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the second he wouldn’t shake Dean’s hand you should have whisked him right out of there! Why the hell did you make him go through all that?”
“Luke-”
“Maybe you don’t think he’s been through enough, huh? You just wanna see how much pain one seventeen year old kid can take, is that it?”
“No, of course not!”
“Maybe you agree with him, is that it? You think Dean’s not good enough for Rory?”
“Luke, I love Dean, you know that! How can you say these things to me?”
“Cause I had a kid sitting in his room, crying, last night, and I think you could have prevented that.”
“Crying?”
“Yes, crying. And he didn’t want me to know so I really doubt he’d be thrilled with you knowing it, and whatever you do, don’t tell Rory.”
“But he was fine when he left my house. Rory even asked him if he was upset, several times and he said he was fine.”
“And you believed him? You thought after a night of being insulted and mocked by your father, that he was really all right?”
“Dean is a very cool kid, I thought he was just letting it roll off his back. And Rory was all upset about how her grandfather had treated Dean, and she’d yelled at him, which she never did before, and I had to take care of her.”
“Lorelai, don’t you get it? YOU were supposed to be the grown-up last night. You were responsible for those kids, both of them. And when your father started in, you were the one who brought them, it was your job to get them out.”
“Look, Luke, I get that you’re upset, but this wasn’t my fault. My father is a snob, yes, but he was motivated by the fact that he just doesn’t want Rory to mess up her life, like I did.”
“Then you should have pointed out that you did not mess up your life by dating someone that he felt was beneath you, but with a fellow blue blood kid that you’ve told me he actually liked more than you!”
“I really don’t think it would have even mattered. I mean, Dad just saw a boy and thought disaster.”
“Maybe so, but YOU knew that it wasn’t just ‘a boy’ sitting there, it was Dean, and if you weren’t gonna take him out of there you could have at least defended him.”
Lorelai sighed. “Okay, you know what? You’re right. I screwed up. And I’m sorry. And I am so sorry that Dean was hurt, I adore that kid, I would never have taken him there if I had known that my father was going to freak out on him like that. And I promise it will never, never happen again.”
“NO it won’t. Because he goes nowhere near those parents of yours. Either of them. Ever again.”
“Agreed.”
“He doesn’t go to their house, and if they come to your house the first thing you do, is call me and let me know when they will get there and how long they’ll stay so there is NO chance of them ever crossing paths with Dean.”
“Absolutely. Although they hardly ever come to my house, but if they do the Richard and Emily Gilmore early warning system goes straight into effect!”
Luke nodded. “Okay, good.”
“Maybe we could set up roadblocks at the city limits?”
“I was thinking about those house arrest ankle bracelets.”
“Oh my father would never wear an ankle bracelet, he thinks they look slutty.”
Luke smirked at her.
Lorelai grinned at him.
“So, we’re good?”
“Yeah,” Luke, nodded. “We’re good. Thanks.”
“Okay, so I’d better get to my luge lessons. See ya later, Luke.”
“Bye.”
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