Who's crazier?

Welcome Home

"Jess I'm fine," Liv sighed, brushing off her fiancé's attempts to help her out of the car, "just put up my wheelchair and help me in it then get your ass in that kitchen and make me a coffee."

After settling her into the wheelchair, he walked up the path to Lorelai's and did as she asked. While Liv was in the wheelchair (she couldn't use her legs yet) they were staying at Lorelai's and Luke and Lorelai would stay at the diner.

Liv wheeled herself to the porch, then realised she couldn't actually get up. After trying to bash into it a couple of times, she shouted in for Jess, who came running out almost a millisecond after.

"Woah, chill Flash," Liv chuckled, "help me get in?"

When she was on the porch, she heard some car doors slam behind her. Rory, Logan, Paris and Doyle came up the path, smiling at her. Sort of.

"Hey guys!" Liv exclaimed.

"Olivia," Paris nodded, "How was your stay in hospital?"

"The best. Yep. 5 stars, desperate to go back," Liv drawled.

"What were the doctors like? Dodgy? Touchy-feely?" She said in her usual commanding voice.

"Well now you mention it one of the touched my leg while they were bandaging it," Liv rolled her eyes, "Come on let's go in."

They were sat in the living room, Paris no longer talking about perverted doctors. They all sat with a hot drink of some description (though no one was too sure about what exactly Doyle was drinking), Logan and Rory telling Paris and Doyle about, well, Paris.

"Oh it was beautiful! And Logan got us a ceremony on top of a restaurant and there were flowers and it was perfect," Rory gushed.

"Wow that sounds amazing," Paris agreed, glancing at Doyle not so subtly.

"Hey I think she's trying to tell you something there, man," Jess raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his face.

Doyle flushes bright red and cleared his throat, "Yes, well, erm, anyone want a drink?" No reply. "Just me then? Great," he chuckled nervously, scuttling into the kitchen.

Everyone looked tentatively at Paris, who sat gritting her teeth until he came back in.

"I'm gonna go," Paris announced.

"Right," Doyle nodded, sitting down.

"I need to get back home, make sure no one has tried to break in or blown it up or whatever," Paris retried.

"I'm sure my home is fine," Doyle coughed.

"Hang on, aren't they the same places?" Jess gasped, earning a slap and glare from Liv.

"Doyle get your ass in the car now!" Paris shouted, having enough.

"I'm there I'm there!" He shouted, running out the house.

"Paris are you ok?" Rory asked, carefully.

"Just peachy, I've got rainbows and unicorns dancing round my head," Paris laughed, "Good to see you Liv," she said, walking out.

They watched them drive off, confused, "Well that was weird," Liv sighed.

"Really? I thought it was totally normal. For Paris and Doyle anyway," Jess shrugged.

"She wants to get married," Rory said.

"Genius!" Liv rolled her eyes, "poor Paris."

"Poor Paris?" Logan laughed, "if anyone deserves to be called 'poor' it's Doyle; he'll never hear the end of it!"