A different master-plan

A different master-plan

Hell is frozen

The first story I post here, and don't import.. strange strange.

Anyway, I hope you like it!

Dialogues are from the pilot

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

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Chapter 1: Hell is frozen

Lorelai sat on the runner of her jeep and thought about her situation. If she would enter through this gate and ring the doorbell, the independence she had always been so proud of would be gone.

Everything she had done on her own, everything she had told Rory, and everything would be worthless, if she would run back to them and beg for help.

She had done everything for Rory, everything for her little daughter, which she never wanted to grow up like her. No expensive dresses, forced pictures and gala- dinners while you're sick. She had left because of her, only a little bit for herself, and now she was coming back for Rory, somehow that was ironic.

"And isn't it ironic...dontcha think. It's like rain on your wedding day, It's a free ride when you've already paid, It's the good advice that you just didn't take, Who would've thought...it figures", she sang quietly and took another sip of her coffee.

She never likes the huge grey building in front of her and she took another glance and shuddered. She really didn't want to enter, but she couldn't think of another solution.

Rory had been accepted to Chilton. Her smart girl should have the best education. Lorelai was sure that Rory would come very far in her life. She was a brainiac, always reading, always seeking for new information and so smart that sometimes it scared her how she could raise such a child.

Sighing she stood up, brushed her hands over her jeans, not sure how clean the runner was, and took another deep breath.

She held onto the coffee-cup in her hand like it was her life-line, her connection to sanity and the key to escape and walked slowly through the open gate, up the driveway and to the front-door.

Her mother's cars stood in the drive-way, so maybe her father couldn't prevent another huge fight by his pure presence, and that made her even more nervous.

She had seen them the last time on Easter, for dinner and had been happy when she could leave and escape the accusations, which flew towards her, wrapped up in politeness and so subtle it made her sick just to think about it.

She looked up the mansion and could see the window of her old bedroom. She hadn't been in there for years, the last time the day she had fled and now she was crawling back to her parents.

For a second she wanted to turn around and walk away, but then she saw her daughters face in her mind and rang the doorbell, so she couldn't back out anymore.

While she waited she calculated the seconds on her head she would have until she h to face her mother. A maid would open, she would have to explain herself and convince her to let her in. Then she would have to wait in the living-room until her mother would make an appearance, which would take another two or three minutes. So if she was lucky she had still five minutes until she had to face Emily Gilmore.

The door opened and all the calculation flew out the window, because Emily Gilmore opened the door herself and Lorelai was sure that now the hell must have frozen the very second.

She forced herself to smile, convincing herself that she could just be as manipulating as her parents.

"Hi, Mom", she said as casual as possible and wondered if she really could have seen something like joy in her mother's eyes.

"Lorelai, my goodness, this is a surprise. Is it Easter already?" Emily replied and the honest surprise in her mother's words made Lorelai nervous. Who was she trying to fool? She never stopped by randomly. Never.

"No, I just, uh, finished up my business class and I thought I would stop by", she blurted out the first excuse that came to her mind. Dad where are you? She thought.

"To see me?" Emily asked, still not inviting her in the house.

"Yes", Lorelai nodded. Not a complete lie.

"Well, isn't that nice. Come in", her mother said and by the tone of her voice Lorelai already knew, that her mother knew she was lying.

"Thanks", she said and followed her mother into the living-room, dumping the coffee-cup into a trash-bin by the door. Her last thing to hold on to was gone now.

"The place looks great", she complimented, trying to get more time somehow.

"It hasn't changed", Emily cut her short, she wanted to know what Lorelai wanted.

"Well, there you go. How are the girls at the bridge club?", Lorelai asked, feeling like her life-time was running out. She could hear the ticking in her head.

"Old", Tick-tock, tick-tock.

"Well...good", she nodded and followed her mothers lead and sat down on the sofa.

"You said you were taking a business class?" Emily asked curiously while Lorelai started to fiddle with her fingers.

"Yeah, mmhmm, yeah. I'm taking a business class at the college twice a week. I'm sure I told you", Lorelai gave her as much information as she was willing to.