[Cedric]

Hi!!

So, jetzt schimpft Anne gleich wieder, weil ich so unregelmäßig schreibe, aber mir ist jetzt langweilig gewesen, deshalb habe ich geschrieben....

noch reFB für Jule:
ich kann dich verstehen, dass man nach dieser episode kopfschmerzen bekommt....ich hasse alle...danke dir für das FB, und sei dir nie sicher, wer sie sucht.....es muss nicht Chris sein....


okay,
der nächste Teil ist für alle, die ein JJ-Herz haben(alleine schon wegen 7.01..)..(tja, Anne...nicht diesmal für dich... )

part VII:



Three days had passed since her last visit. With every day, I got more nervous and more curious. But also worried. Why was she on the run? She seemed very cheerfully, anytime I’ve seen her. Nothing did link to anything dark in her past.
But it wasn’t only the fact, that she was missing. She had something about her. Every time I saw her, she made me amazed. Every time , when I thought about her, my stomach made a jolt. At the same time, Kirk popped into my head. Yeah, like you have a life! I desperately wanted to be with that woman, not quite sure why, she just did magic to me. I never ever felt like that before.

I was sitting in my apartment, eating dinner, as it knocked.
"Come on in, it’s open!", I said, wondering, who it could be.
It turned out, it was Cesar.
"Hey Luke, could you maybe come down for a moment? Someone’s gotta talk to you. It looked urgent.", he said, looking sorry, because he disturbed me.
"Who is it?", I asked curious, nobody ever wanted to talk to me so urgent, it couldn’t wait for another minute. I’ve always been kind of a loner.
"It’s not Taylor, is it? I can’t stand him right now", I added concerned.
"No, no, it’s not him. It’s a lady. Dark brown hair, killer blue eyes....", Cesar started, but I interrupted him.
I already knew, who he was talking about. Lorelai...
"Ah, okay. You know what, Cesar? Just send her upstairs, will you?"
Cesar nodded and disappeared out of sight.

What the hell could she want from me? Did she notice, I knew her name?

Again, a knock diverted my thoughts. The door opened. And there she stood. She wore that old, baggy winter-coat again. She looked a little weary, but it didn’t affect her beauty.
"Hi, Luke", she said, "I’m sorry, to interrupt you like this."
"Ah, it’s okay. No problem", I replied.
No it wasn’t a problem at all...
"So, that’s your apartment?", she asked, "Not like I pictured it... Not that I have pictured it at all...".
She broke off and blushed a little. I decided to skip that. So I just asked her:
"What can I do for you?", I hesitated, then I added, "Lorelai?"
First, she just looked at me, then she closed the door behind her and pointed at a chair.
"Can I?"
"Yeah, of course."
She sat down. Her hands were shaking. Obviously, she was nervous. But so was I. What would she tell me? Snippets, everything or nothing at all?

"Luke, I don’t really know, how I should start. Because it’s so stupid, that even Paris Hilton would scratch her head about it...", she broke off.
For the first time, she directly looked at me. Cesar was right. Her eyes were killer blue...
I tried to focus.
"Concentrate, man", I told myself.
"I’m sure, it’s not stupid. Nothing about you could be stupid... I mean...."
Now, I was the one, who blushed, at least, I felt my cheeks burnin’. But obviously it was her turn now, to skip that fact. She started over.
"Luke, it may sound weird now, I know, but did I tell you my name?"
I looked at her, uncertain, how I should answer. Should I lie to her? Tell her the truth? I decided to do the latter. I just felt, I had to. Unable to lie.
Slowly, I said, "No, you didn’t."
"Did anybody else tell you? Sookie, Mia, Michel?", she asked, somehow hopefully.
Again, I racked my brains, whether I should tell her the truth or lie to her. In the end, my curiosity won. I really wanted to know about her past and if I would cheat on her right now, I maybe would never know.
So, slowly, I shook my head. "No."

She looked at me. She had become pale. Her eyes somehow became brighter, the blue more shimmering. Finally, she found her words again.
"Okay. I know, I’m totally pulling a George Bush here, but why do you know my name?"
I was speechless. I didn’t know what to do. Everything was on probation there. I was incapable to say something, explain it.
We just sat there in silence. I could hear my watch ticking. Pin-drop-silence. She stared at me. I stared at her. Then, finally, I realized, I had to say something, do something.

"Lorelai...", I began and broke off.
I stood up. I walked to my fridge, opened it and took a milk pack. The milk pack. Like in slow-motion, I turned around again and handed her the carton.
Confused, she looked at me. Slowly, she reached out her hand and took it. For a second, our hands touched.
Her yawn dropped, as she looked at the tetrapack, at that picture. At her picture. Suddenly, she had a strange impression on her face. I had never seen something like that before. Her eyes were fixed on the photo.