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Coffee and Confusion as Bereavement Therapy

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This story is No. 7 in the series "By Chance (The Stupid Hat Stories)". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: He just knew there was some insane asylum in the tri-county area that wasn't in the books and had awful security.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Gilmore GirlsMatryaFR131706162,05223 Apr 1023 Apr 10Yes
Title: Liberal Applications of Coffee and Confusion as Bereavement Therapy
Author: Matrya
Feedback: Is like pathetic vampire in your diner past your bed time.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer does not belong to me. Nor does Gilmore Girls.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Gilmore Girls
In Canon: Post-The Gift/Late season one. Ish.
Characters/Pairings: Spike, Luke Danes, Lorelai Gilmore
Word Count: ~650
Author's Notes: ...Stupid freakin' hat.
Summary: He just knew there was some insane asylum in the tri county area that wasn't in the books and had awful security.





Luke would really have liked to close down the diner, but the Billy Idol-wannabe looked completely pathetic and Lorelai just kept whispering about how they should see if he's okay.

After her seventeenth or eighteenth comment on the matter, Luke just sighed. He grabbed the coffee carafe and rounded the counter.

"Warm ya up?" he asked and, at the man's blank nod, did just that.

There was a long and uncomfortable silence. Billy Idol didn't seem to notice.

"You just passing through?"

The man looked up at him. "You want somethin', mate?"

Luke shook his head. "Just looked like you had some trouble. You need a mechanic?"

With a rough bark of laughter, he dissolved into lunatic sobs. "No. Bike's fine. All fine. Fine and bloody-well dandy." He dropped his head into his hands as his elbows cracked against the formica table top. "She'd dead, mate. I couldn't...couldn't save her. Wha'm I supposed ta do?"

Shooting Lorelai a frantic glance, Luke set the carafe onto the table. Lorelai wasn't any help on the matter.

"She was a good woman, y'know?" Billy Idol looked up at Luke. "Strong. Ferocious. Gorgeous. She was like bloody sunshine in the cloudy fucking day that is my existence, you know?"

Luke had an idea about that sort of woman, but he wasn't about to say so in front of Lorelai.

The man pointed a very serious finger at Luke. "When I say her name, you won't say a word wrong, right now, mate?"

"Uhm." He looked at Lorelai, who shook her head. Looking back at the blond, he shook his head. "No."

"Good. 'Cause I'd have to tear out your eye balls. And... 'Cause she was...she was quite a woman. Fierce and strong."

"Yeah." Luke nodded, trying his damnedest to be supportive of the emotional roller coaster of a man. "Yeah, you said that. She was a strong lady."

"She was." He nodded, muttering into his cup. "She was like the light in the dark. But she was the dark. She was just...she was buffy."

Again, Luke looked at Lorelai. This turned out to be no help as they both mouthed 'buffy?' silently to one another. Her shoulders lifted in a shrug and Luke looked back to the man and asked, "Buffy?"

The man looked back up at him with a gaze of heat and hell. "You don't much like your eye balls, do ya?"

"Her name was Buffy?" he asked in the least disbelieving tone he could muster. The guy wouldn't really tear out his eye balls, obviously, but he wasn't going to be insensitive.

"Problem?"

Luke shook his head emphatically. "Nope. I know people named Lorelai and Sookie and...and...Babette. So, Buffy. Good name."

Lorelai was glaring at him, but Billy Idol just nodded, solemn again, head lowering to his coffee cup.

"Made her a promise. Supposed to keep eyes on the Li'l Bit." He shook his head. "Ran off, instead."

"You could go back?" Luke suggested uncertainly. "Take care of...Little Bit."

Lorelai gave him a 'thumbs up'.

Billy Idol nodded. "Could do that. Might just." He looked up at Luke. "She's a good kid, my Li'l Bit. Needs watched out for, though." He nodded again, seriously, resolutely. "You're better 'an any bartender I've ever known, mate." He stood up and his chair skittered back, hitting another. "I got a little girl to look after." He pulled a wallet out of his back pocket and thumbed through it. "I told Buffy once, I'm love's bitch." He grinned at Luke, throwing bills down on the table. "There's more 'an one kind of love though, innit? Keep the change."

The man left, Lorelai stared at Luke.

Luke stared at the three hundred dollars on the table.

He just knew there was some insane asylum in the tri-county area that wasn't in the books and had awful security. That had to be it.

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