A/N: This is my first fic ever. It's a reply to JK Snicket's challenge at Illusive: Get Away from my Balcony! The first two chapters will be a bit of an introduction to the story. However, Logan is on his way, fear not! It's a work in progress and I'm not sure how many chapters it is going to be.

Disclaimer: They are not mine, alas.

Lorelai had always laughed at Rory's preoccupation with not getting sick in winter. Lorelai was secretly proud of her strong illness-repellent genes; genes obviously not transferred to her daughter – in every other way such a freakish near-copy of herself. There was a lot wrong with Gilmores, but they all sure had a sturdy constitution. Rory however seemed to have inherited her sniffles-proneness from Christopher, certainly not a favourite among the very few things in which she took after her father. She'd learned from experience that the best way to avoid the flu between September and February was to keep away from sick people, filthy public restrooms, public phones, and doorknobs. Lorelai had taught her this at a young age after finding out that a winter without a sick and whining Rory would be so much more pleasant. Because, unfortunately, Rory had inherited the Gilmore way of coping with disease…and a sick Gilmore, is no fun…at all.

"Did you know that 90 of infections are spread through third party objects such as doorknobs, phones and unclean stuff like this?" said Rory to Paris, who shot her an exasperated look when she casually wiped the cafeteria cutlery with a disinfectant wet-tissue.

"Laugh all you want, I'm serious! I've got finals coming up and I don't want to get sick. People breathe on this cutlery! They don't just pick a fork. They rummage their filthy sneezed-in hands through the entire tray. There's almost as much filth on this as there is on those urine mints in restaurants…"

"Okay Gilmore, that's enough ranting for today, and don't start on the urine-mints anecdote because that is so not a good topic for conversation. I know you ruined a perfectly good date with it, so please refrain from ruining my lunch, okay! Terence has told me how important it is for me to get my rest during lunch break so, if you please!"

"My date with Trevor wasn't ruined by my urine-mint anecdote. It was ruined because Trevor is a boring dud! But that's beside the point! You've seen me sick before, do you care to relive that experience?"

"God, no!"

"Right! So two weeks before Christmas, with finals coming up, I'm not risking it!"

"Right, but, you know, all your wet-tissue-wiping will be to no avail if Boris in the kitchen gets a cold and sneezes on your fettuccini. You know, just to put your little cleaning mania into perspective. By the way, did you know that your wetties don't even kill most germs? And did you also know that…"

All of a sudden Rory didn't feel so hungry anymore. Frustrated and moderately grumpy she tossed her wet-tissues in the garbage can next to the table.

"All right, all right, Paris. I get the picture. But let me at least try and stay healthy, okay?"

"Well….actually eating vegetables or other healthy foods might increase your chances of…"

"Paariiiiiss!!!" Rory growled and glared at her roommate.

Great. Between stressing out over finals and moping about her break up with Dean, she was now supposed to make her own life miserable by eating healthy food as well? How does a girl wallow with spinach? Comfort stress with a banana? This winter sucked. If she was honest with herself she knew that she was probably over Deanis-the-Penis (the fact that she had stuck to the nickname Limo-Boy's friends had given him on the night they broke up was telling enough.) And she had to admit once she'd gotten used to having semi-regular sex, she had kind of started to miss it after a while…Wow, Rory Gilmore was willing to admit that she needed to get laid; Rory: sexually frustrated, Mary no more. Could have been a good spoof headline back in the day. Here she was, a college girl, with no boyfriend, no sex life…

"You know," Paris said with a mischievous smile, "I read somewhere that regular sex is great for the immune system. So now that I have Doyle as my boy toy…"

"Oh my god! Paris! Please don't use Doyle and sex in the same sentence!"

"Well, I'm just saying, I'm not getting sick anytime soon!"

The look on her roommate's face could have been enough to send Rory to the toilet to hurl. Great. Now her sucky love life was actually increasing her chances of getting sick as well…

A/N: What do you think? Lot's of build up but I need to get a bit of background down. Reviews are greatly appreciated, are they in character?