Chapter 1: The Inner Musings of Luke’s Mind
Summary: Sequel to ‘Katherine’s Legacy’
. A friendship starts to blossom. AU beginning for L/L.
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls belong to the WB and I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
A/N: A thousand pardons to my betas: DawnDreamer and ktweaver. They helped me with both this story and previously my ‘Katherine’s Legacy’
story.Chapter 1: The Inner Musings of Luke’s Mind
Luke went around the diner in a haze. The lack of sleep the past week had him in a state of semi-consciousness all the time. And thinking about sleep made him think about the night of his mom’s funeral.He was passing one of the back rooms when he heard a soft voice singing the lullaby that he knew from his childhood. The young woman who was there had let him cry himself to sleep with his head resting on her lap – which turned into the best sleep he had gotten since the night of his mom got hurt.
Part of him was ashamed at showing such weakness, especially in front of a stranger. But a larger part of him didn’t care. She reminded him of his mom and that was all that mattered to him.
The only problem was now he wasn’t sure she was even real. When he woke up, there was no trace of her or her baby in the room. And when he talked to Mia, she didn’t say anything about anyone being in the room with him. Okay, to be fair, neither did he, but still…
So here he was, barely coherent, thinking about a girl who very well might be a figment of his imagination. He might have to risk Mia thinking he was crazy so he could ask her about the girl. But right now he had his own nutcase to deal with.
“Kirk! If you want a ham and cheese sandwich without ham, that’s called a cheese
sandwich!” he ground out, fighting the urge to throw the guy out.
way of ordering it is more interesting,” Kirk insisted with his weird logic.
Luke clenched his hands at his side to calm down. “Nooo
, your way is just more annoying!” he snapped before stomping back to the counter to give his cook the order. “Steve, cheese sandwich for the witless wonder over there.”
The cook bit back a smile. “Should I ask how
he ordered it?” he inquired, fully aware of Kirk’s tendencies towards the bizarre.
Luke shook his head, “No. Look, I have some paperwork to finish today so I can go to Mia’s tomorrow night. Are you okay alone for a while?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” he assured his boss. “You lucky guy; getting a home-cooked meal with an attractive woman like Mia.”
Luke’s eyebrows raised at that. “You want to go for me?” he pleaded.
Steve snorted, “Only if I feel like getting my head bashed in. She’d tear me apart for showing up instead of you and I like
my life, thank you very much.”
Luke didn’t answer that and turned to head for the storage room. Then he saw a flash of the girl from that night. She was walking past, across the street. She glanced quickly at the diner before continuing her walk. He rushed for the door, but was intercepted by Taylor, who was droning on about something Luke couldn’t care less about right now. Already in a tense mood, he pushed the man aside and ran out the door.
By the time he got there though, she was gone. He took off in the direction she was headed, but still didn’t find her after two blocks. Dejected, he slunk back to the diner, ignoring everyone as he made his way to the storage room.
When Taylor and a couple of the other locals looked like they were going to follow him, Steve quickly moved forward to block their path. “Leave him alone!” he commanded in his ‘don’t mess with me’ voice.
An hour later, Steve decided to check on Luke since he hadn’t heard anything from the room. He found him asleep, sitting on a crate, propped against the wall. It didn’t look comfortable and certainly
didn’t look restful, but he figured it was better than nothing.
Later that night, the gossip about Luke’s strange behavior finally started to die down. Most just figured that Taylor pushed him too far and he went out to keep from punching him. Anyone who had to deal with Taylor would agree that the urge to strike him was pretty common. He really should have known better than to bother Luke this soon after Katherine’s death.
As Luke was taking the garbage out when he thought he heard her
voice. He spun around and rushed to the street, frantically searching for her, but only saw Sookie getting into a car and driving off. He briefly wondered how she ever got her license; she was so accident prone.
He shook his head as he went back in the diner to finish closing up. The lack of sleep was obviously messing with his mind. Maybe he should take those sleeping pills that Mia kept trying to push on him. Even if he didn’t really rest, the illusion of sleep was better than nothing.
His dreams that night shifted between his mom and the girl. Ohhh
! He wished he could remember what she said her name was. But his grief-stricken mind didn’t register it. When he dreamed of her, he could feel her caressing his hair and hear her crooning the song. And so, he drifted deeper into actual sleep, hoping to hear her say her name again.
The morning came and for the first time since the accident, he almost felt…good
. Not happy of course. But the fog was starting to lift a little. He wondered about that as he went about his day. That was it, tonight he’d ask Mia about her and hope that she was real and Mia knew her and wouldn’t make a big deal about it.
A/N: My Steve cook is completely fictional. It was too soon for Caesar to be working there, so I needed someone else.
A/N2: Next…The welcoming committee strikes!