Logan and Rory arrived back to Yale with a bittersweet heart. Their honeymoon was beautiful. Many walks on the Riviera, fine dining under the stars, and just being away from the hustle and bustle of the lives behind them. But, alas, they were without their friends. They thought twice about their decision though, when they arrived to the doorsteps of Branford Hall, and the loud, boisterous voices of Ellie and Finn.
"Finnegan friggin Morgan!"
"Elise Lewis! You see, you're not the only one able to do it!" From the way it sounded, this had been going on for a while. Logan didn't even bother unlocking the door, and they didn't even bother stopping the argument, until Rory let out a low whistle.
"Why uh, hello love." Finn nodded in her direction as Ellie huffed off to their room, slamming the door.
"And this has been going on...?"
"Since you left. Sit down if you want the whole story. Or as Ellie says it, at least my side." Rory heard a little whimper, and went inside the room to try and console her.
"Alright Morgan, spill." He huffed slightly as he fell into his favorite black beanbag.
"Okay. It started the night after you left. As you know, I got a little more than inebriated that night. Well, Ellie says she caught me chatting up this Sheila and she seemed more than happy to be with me. Well, we left, Ellie and I, and though she seemed a little haughty about it, she seemed to settle down about it. That is until.."
"There's more?" Logan knew this was heading for trouble. After everything that Ellie had been through with her ex, it wasn't hard to see why she was so out of shape.
"Yeah, I guess. Supposedly, I'd given this Sheila my cell phone number. One morning, Ellie woke up earlier than I had, and she answered the phone when she had called. Supposedly the broad told her that she was my girl, and that Ellie was just keeping her place in line." Logan held his head in his hands. He could only imagine how Ellie could have seen this. After Rory came out of the room, signaling that either Ellie had fallen asleep, or was refusing to talk. He took her home, and they talked about everything they had witnessed that day.
They had fallen asleep wrapped in each other's arms, until Logan's phone awoke him about 3 am.
"Logan, darling, Bobbie."
"Oh hi. What's up? Why so early?"
"Oh bloody hell, is it seriously 3 am over there? I'm sorry."
"Well what's up?"
"Right. We need you out here in London, ASAP. Something's wrong with the company."
He sighed, finally conceding. He looked down at his wife's sleeping form, hating the fact that sometime tomorrow, maybe the next day, he would be boarding a plane away from her. He remembered his trip the first time, when they were dating, and how hard it was to be away from her.
How in the world could he even know this was only the beginning of his troubles?