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baggers. The A/L hurt/comfort fic that I will never finish because, whatever, LAW SCHOOL.
Alex hates driving at night, especially in hazardous road conditions and on a Friday night, when all the drunk college students are out attempting to commit vehicular manslaughter. Even so, she isn't going to let Lorelai anywhere near the car, what with Lorelai's eye injury and all, which, admittedly, Alex thinks Lorelai deserved.
Alex doesn't bring it up. No, she's much too tactful for that, and it could be one of those things that ruined a relationship, and Lorelai knows it already and is bound to mention it anyway, in a not distant future and in inexplicably convoluted ways that make absolutely no sense.
"I can't believe you won't let me get an eyepatch."
Fortunately, they're at a red light, so Alex can turn around and look at Lorelai with a look of condescension that is only warranted on special occasions, such as right now.
"What?" Lorelai says, looking back at Alex with equal incredulity. "If I'm going to go blind in one eye, I should at least get an eyepatch."
"First of all ---" The light turns green, and Alex steps on the gas --- "you're not blind."
"I have a scratch on my cornea!"
"Which will heal in five to seven days if you leave it alone."
"Well, then why did the doctor give me eyedrops?"
"Because he knew you weren't going to leave it alone."
"That's rather presumptuous of him, isn't it?"
"It doesn't matter if he presumes correctly."
"So you think he's right. You think I can't leave my eye alone. You know what, Claire? That is not being very sympathetic."
"I'm trying to be sympathetic, but it's kind of difficult considering five minutes ago, you were looking into the mirror and poking your injured eye with your finger."
"See, if you'd let me get an eyepatch, I wouldn't have been able to do that. Whose fault is it now?"
"I don't know," Alex says, wondering if it's a good thing or a bad thing that Lorelai had obviously missed her calling as a defense attorney, "but it's not mine, and you're not getting an eyepatch."
*
The truth is, Alex probably would've let Lorelai get that eyepatch, provided that Lrelai promised not to wear it anywhere in Alex's presence or talked like a pirate while wearing it, because usually it is just easier to let Lorelai have her way. Even though Alex knows that the easy thing to do is not always the right thing, letting Lorelai have her way is almost always the right thing, since it requires a lot less energy than arguing for days about the necessity of pirate paraphernalia.
Without the burden of seeking justice for a victim or having to put a criminal behind bars, her conscience allows her to give in to pick the easier road to take. Claire isn't a prosecutor. Claire goes to work at the same time every morning and comes home at the same time every night, she goes outside in the middle of the night to watch the first snow fall, she oversees the proper distribution of materials during the Easter egg-dyeing event, she attends pet weddings and pet funerals, she laughs so hard she has to stop kissing her girlfriend sometimes, and on the weekends, she consents to watching movies where the characters randomly burst into song and dance, namely High School Musical.
But at the hospital, Lorelai refused to go along with their cover story, which was that she had injured her eye when she tripped and fell.
"No one was going to believe that, Claire," Lorelai protested when Alex came back from throwing away the bag of frozen peas that had served as an impromptu ice pack to find Lorelai describing to the nurse in sordid detail the true circumstances surrounding her injury. "So go ahead, blame me."
"I do blame you! This never would have happened if --"
Never one to air her dirty laundry in public, and finishing a sentence with we'd done it on the bed like I wanted to definitely falls into the scope of dirty laundry-airing, Alex stopped and asked the nurse to give Lorelai some painkillers.
"I'm not in pain," Lorelai points out.
"They're for me," Alex says.
You know what there needs to be more of? PREGNANT ALEX FIC. Seriously, why isn't anyone writing PREGNANT ALEX for me? It's like every time I want something done, I have to do it myself. Shame on you, flist. Shame on you.
baggers. The A/L hurt/comfort fic that I will never finish because, whatever, LAW SCHOOL. Alex hates driving at night, especially in hazardous road conditions and on a Friday night, when all the drunk college students are out attempting to commit vehicular manslaughter. Even so, she isn't going to let Lorelai anywhere near the car, what with Lorelai's eye injury and all, which, admittedly, Alex thinks Lorelai deserved.
Alex doesn't bring it up. No, she's much too tactful for that, and it could be one of those things that ruined a relationship, and Lorelai knows it already and is bound to mention it anyway, in a not distant future and in inexplicably convoluted ways that make absolutely no sense.
"I can't believe you won't let me get an eyepatch."
Fortunately, they're at a red light, so Alex can turn around and look at Lorelai with a look of condescension that is only warranted on special occasions, such as right now.
"What?" Lorelai says, looking back at Alex with equal incredulity. "If I'm going to go blind in one eye, I should at least get an eyepatch."
"First of all ---" The light turns green, and Alex steps on the gas --- "you're not blind."
"I have a scratch on my cornea!"
"Which will heal in five to seven days if you leave it alone."
"Well, then why did the doctor give me eyedrops?"
"Because he knew you weren't going to leave it alone."
"That's rather presumptuous of him, isn't it?"
"It doesn't matter if he presumes correctly."
"So you think he's right. You think I can't leave my eye alone. You know what, Claire? That is not being very sympathetic."
"I'm trying to be sympathetic, but it's kind of difficult considering five minutes ago, you were looking into the mirror and poking your injured eye with your finger."
"See, if you'd let me get an eyepatch, I wouldn't have been able to do that. Whose fault is it now?"
"I don't know," Alex says, wondering if it's a good thing or a bad thing that Lorelai had obviously missed her calling as a defense attorney, "but it's not mine, and you're not getting an eyepatch."
*
The truth is, Alex probably would've let Lorelai get that eyepatch, provided that Lrelai promised not to wear it anywhere in Alex's presence or talked like a pirate while wearing it, because usually it is just easier to let Lorelai have her way. Even though Alex knows that the easy thing to do is not always the right thing, letting Lorelai have her way is almost always the right thing, since it requires a lot less energy than arguing for days about the necessity of pirate paraphernalia.
Without the burden of seeking justice for a victim or having to put a criminal behind bars, her conscience allows her to give in to pick the easier road to take. Claire isn't a prosecutor. Claire goes to work at the same time every morning and comes home at the same time every night, she goes outside in the middle of the night to watch the first snow fall, she oversees the proper distribution of materials during the Easter egg-dyeing event, she attends pet weddings and pet funerals, she laughs so hard she has to stop kissing her girlfriend sometimes, and on the weekends, she consents to watching movies where the characters randomly burst into song and dance, namely High School Musical.
But at the hospital, Lorelai refused to go along with their cover story, which was that she had injured her eye when she tripped and fell.
"No one was going to believe that, Claire," Lorelai protested when Alex came back from throwing away the bag of frozen peas that had served as an impromptu ice pack to find Lorelai describing to the nurse in sordid detail the true circumstances surrounding her injury. "So go ahead, blame me."
"I do blame you! This never would have happened if --"
Never one to air her dirty laundry in public, and finishing a sentence with we'd done it on the bed like I wanted to definitely falls into the scope of dirty laundry-airing, Alex stopped and asked the nurse to give Lorelai some painkillers.
"I'm not in pain," Lorelai points out.
"They're for me," Alex says.
You know what there needs to be more of? PREGNANT ALEX FIC. Seriously, why isn't anyone writing PREGNANT ALEX for me? It's like every time I want something done, I have to do it myself. Shame on you, flist. Shame on you.
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Date: 2007-11-24 09:07 am (UTC)The world is definitely wrong in which all good writers seem to be impaired by education.
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Date: 2007-11-24 09:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-24 09:41 am (UTC)They should sell A/L over the counter at the drugstore!
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Date: 2007-11-30 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-30 10:13 am (UTC)Lorelai would like to point out that she has Claire wrapped around more places than just her finger.
Alex would like to pretend that she wears the pants in this relationship.
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Date: 2009-07-08 09:16 pm (UTC)I agree there should be more Pregnant Alex fic.
... please write some soon?
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Date: 2009-07-09 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-09 07:24 pm (UTC)And write fic. It's what i do on vacation. Getting gay-married is too dramatic.