Title: Eggs is Eggs

Rating: PG

Summary: "You ever dream about rolling Kirk down a hill? Because that is now a reality for me. You should try it sometime. It's great for stress relief."

A/N: Gilmore Girls fanfic is a first for me, so give me honest concrit people, I need it. If it sucks, remind me not to do this again. it's un-beta'ed because I'm a big dork and didn't ask anyone.

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It really does show just how long you've been living in Stars Hollow when you can recognise an Easter egg shaped Kirk at 50 paces. Seeing his bare legs is something of a rite of passage in the town. He was pacing as frantically as possible considering what he was wearing, up and down the high street and forcing flyers onto any poor soul who came within waddling distance.

"Non-denominational Spring egg rolling competition entry forms! Get your entry forms here." Kirk marched comically towards Lorelai lurching to a halt and thrusting a canary yellow flyer at her.

"Non-denominational?" Lorelai gave him a puzzled look and took the pamphlet that had been extended in her direction. Various eggs and misshapen chicks adorned the top surrounding a title proudly proclaiming the event.

"Taylor says that we shouldn't alienate other cultures by calling it," with a furtive look he leaned closer to Lorelai and lowered his voice to a whisper, "'Easter' egg rolling." He straightened up once more. "There's also the usual Spring egg hunt, stalls and a prize for the best decorated egg. Entry form?"

She waved the one she was holding, saying "got it", and watching with amusement as he turned to apprehend another poor soul. She then folded it in half and tucked it into her bag as she entered Luke's. That would be a task for later. Right now, was 'Acting 101'.

She plastered a smile to her face as she made her way into the diner, she could at least play the part of the exultant bride-to-be. The fact she was realising more and more each day that this engagement, for all his promises, didn't seem to be going anywhere, would be something she would be keeping entirely to herself, for a while at least.

There was something wrong, she knew that much, something different. There was April, obviously; that and Luke's sudden wish to lock her out of major parts of his life. She was pretty sure the two weren't mutually exclusive. She was also pretty sure that he wasn't hurting her on purpose, but his inability to see that his exclusion upset her was possibly the worst feeling of all.

"Let's see all that good coffee you've been hiding burger-boy." Lorelai hopped onto a stool and leaned on her elbows on the counter.

"I'm out." He deadpanned, barely looking at her and continuing to re-arrange things under the counter. Lorelai's jaw dropped in mock shock, and she leaned over trying to get a better view.

"Liar," she rolled her eyes leaning further over, "I know you. I know when you lie, like now. That's your 'I'm telling a big fat lie' face." Luke scowled, "and that is your 'shucks I'm busted' face." She slumped onto the surface under her. "C'mon, caffeine me up, you know you can't resist me."

He pulled a tin from a nearby cupboard holding it about a foot away from her. "Only if you stop lying on my counter," Lorelai gasped, "take it or leave it," he added.

"Ugh, bribery and corruption in the workplace," she slumped back in her seat.

"You don't work here." Luke protested, as he set about brewing her caffeine fix.

"Yeah, but you do," she grinned gesturing at him and grinning. "I say that counts."

"I don't." He responded as he turned back to the kitchen. "Employees get paid, I don't pay you."

"Nope, I do it all for free," she drew out the syllables in 'all' out for several seconds. Luke rolled his eyes and continued with what he was doing.

Lane deposited a couple of plates on the counter as she breezed past, "morning Lorelai." She was grinning from ear to ear, apparently still on cloud nine. Her now rapidly upcoming wedding was talk of the town, and to Lorelai it seemed far more imminent than her own. She smiled and returned a cheerful greeting anyway as Luke slid a large blue mug across the counter towards her.

"Thaaank you," she smiled wrapping her hands around the steaming beverage. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you," she said down to the coffee. The woman sitting beside her gave a fleeting look and moved further away.

"You realise that every time you start talking to your coffee, you scare away more of my customers?"

"Yes," she paused, "but the look on their faces is so fun! And if they're that easily put off, they obviously aren't local and the vision of Kirk's dancing in the street should've done the trick anyway. Oh, hey do you have any eggs?"

"Eggs." Luke parroted looking disbelieving, "this is a diner. Of course I have eggs. What in the hell do you want eggs for?" Lorelai just grinned and jerked a thumb over her shoulder towards the window. "You're going to egg Kirk," he stated, expression unchanging.

"No," she sighed in despair. "Don't be obtuse. I'm entering the egg rolling. Rory's back from Yale for the weekend, she'll love the distraction. Plus, I get to bust out paint and glitter and feathers. You can't tell me that isn't fun."

"If you put glitter and feathers on it it's not gonna roll properly anyway." He pointed out, attempting to be the voice of reason, like that had ever worked before.

"Spoilsport." She drained the last of her coffee, slipped her jacket back on, and flicked her cell phone open.

"Fiancée status does not make you exempt from the rule." Luke said, tipping his head in the direction of the 'No Cell Phones' sign.

"Yeah, yeah, I got that. I'm off anyway," while she leaned across the counter to Luke for a brief kiss, then pulled out the entry form and started dialling on her cell, pressing it to her ear as she walked out the door.

"--yep," it sounded very much like Rory was only semi-awake. It was still only 8am so that wasn't entirely surprising.

"Hey, new town tradition, you want to give it a shot with me? It's Stars Hollow's First annual egg rolling." She scanned the street briefly for non-existent traffic before crossing the road and making her way to her car.

Rory dodged another student, only just managing to keep her coffee within the confines of the cup. "They made a tradition out of rolling eggs?"

"Yeah, this Saturday on Peach Street, apparently it's sloped enough to make the ideal rolling surface." Lorelai made a waving motion with the hand holding the flyer, despite the fact no-one would be able to see it. "There's a long explanation of the physics of the thing on the back of the entry form," She began to read, "apparently an 18 degree angle provides the best combination of speed and… something else I don't really understand but sounds very professional."

"Oh," Rory stifled a yawn and dropped down onto a bench. "What exactly does this entail?"

Lorelai shrugged fishing out her car keys, "just what it says on the tin. Wait, what time will you be getting home on Friday?"

"Mid-afternoon, hopefully, it really depends on Paris and whether I can avoid her sudden interest in getting me into self-defence. I'm not cut out for having her tackle me in the flat, a) its creepy and b) one of these days, I'm going to lose an eye on the corner of the coffee table." Rory took a sip of her coffee before continuing, "She nearly knocked me out with a copy of Grey's Anatomy yesterday. I can't even sleep without fear of being ambushed."

Lorelai gave a sympathetic nod, "Aww, well you knew moving in with Paris would be a health hazard. That's no secret." She paused, "but, you know what would make a great antidote?"

"No, but I'm assuming you have an idea to share."

"Egg decorating," she propped her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she unlocked her car.

"You never mentioned decorating, you said tin. There wasn't decoration on the tin." Rory switched her cell from one ear to the other as she spoke.

"It was in really small print." She slid herself into the car, depositing her bag on the passenger seat and keys in the ignition.

Lorelai smirked in triumph at Rory's sigh, "okay, fine. I do have to get some studying done too though."

"Great. I'll see you on Friday," she grinned, "I'm going to work on Luke later. I want to see what a man-egg looks like."

Rory seemed distracted by something, "uh-huh, well good luck with that. I'll see you Friday." She muttered a brief, "bye," and hung up.

It seemed oddly surreal. Some things just seem to manage to remain entirely untouched by time, the leather jacket, the book in the back pocket, him in general. He was watching her in a way that suggested he had been for some time, leaning casually against a tree. For that brief moment, it seemed that everything was just the same as it always had been, everything.

He straightened up after a couple of seconds. "You really think you can just walk into my life then straight back out again with barely a word? It just doesn't work that way Rory."