ext_25132 ([identity profile] wizened-cynic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] wizened_cynic 2011-04-24 02:46 am (UTC)

This was way harder than I anticipated. This fic was written FIVE years ago, and it's impossible to get back into the same mindset, and I hate writing from Lorelai POV because I don't know enough pop culture references, so I took the easy way out with Alex. Heh, dirty!

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Ever since the incident with the Fruit Roll Up, Alex has been thinking about kissing Lorelai.

It's not exactly anything new for her, thinking about kissing Lorelai, but now she's doing it so often that it distracts her from getting through her day properly, and if she were back in New York, she's sure Huang would have a way to spin it into a disorder on the DSM-IV.

New York no longer hits her like a sucker punch to the stomach, which Hammond would say is a good thing, Hammond who somehow arranges a meeting at a cafe in Blue Hills and wastes no time in exchanging pleasantries.

We've almost got enough evidence, he says.

Good, she says. How long? she asks.

He doesn't answer, but Alex remembers the Marshals telling her in the beginning that the usual stay in the program lasted one to two years.

On her way back to Stars Hollow, she stops by a roadside stand to buy fresh honey for Lorelai. She thinks about kissing Lorelai again, and it occurs to Alex for the first time that as hard as it was coming to Stars Hollow, it might be infinitely harder for her to leave.

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