Bad Timing

AU: Rory has changed. Stars Hallow knows it, her mother knows it, and

even she knows it, but he doesn't.

Note: 100 Trory fan! Whoohoo! If you are not a Trory fan then this

story is definitely not for you.

Claim: I own my wild imagination!

It was crazy.

How everything turned out.

How different everything was.

Years had gone by…

And yet, memories never faded.

Smells were never forgotten.

Sounds were never washed away.

It felt like yesterday.

Rory stood outside of her Manhattan complex, waiting to be buzzed in. Not a day went by that she didn't think of how weird it felt to be 'buzzed in' or to be 'waited on'. It was truly an alternate universe, and one that she would in time get accustomed to, but would never relate to. It was to be her twenty fifth birthday a week from this very cold day that she caught cold from. She walked up the stairs to her apartment, turned the key in the lock and was greeted by the familiar face of…

"Avery," she gasped, taken aback, "today is your day off, what are you doing here?"

"Well, Mrs. Huntzberger," he smiled weakly, "the mister called me early this morning, and said he would need my service throughout the day."

"How dare he, it's your day off, and I specifically told him that yesterday," she sighed, and placed her hands to her hips; angry before reality hit her, "wait, Logan's home?"

"I believe you are correct ma'am," Avery said in an English accent.

"Where is he?" her blue eyes sparkled, and her eyes began to wander.

"He had to run out, but he should be back shortly. He said to attend to you while he was away."

Rory sighed, and closed her eyes. "I won't need attending to Avery- I'm fine. You can have the rest of the day off, and tomorrow as well. I will see that you don't receive any early morning wake up calls."

He couldn't hide his appreciation, "are you sure ma'am?"

She smiled sweetly, "how many times have I told you to call me Rory?"

He nodded, and grabbed his bag, "if you need anything- you know my number. I'll check in occasionally…do you want me to stay until the Mister returns?"

She chuckled, before shooing him out the door. "Go home Avery, have fun with your family."

And he was gone…just like that.

She was use to the disappearance of men in her life.

One minute they're speaking to you, sharing oxygen, and the next minute it was as if they weren't ever there.

She sighed, and made her way through a sliding door to a balcony that held many memories. Good and bad.

He was almost never around, due to "business" and many excuses she chose to ignore over the years.

If she didn't ignore those excuses then she would have no reason to stay.

And she wasn't ready to leave.

The story of how the two young lovers met dated back to years ago.

When they were happy…

"Mrs. Huntzberger," Logan held out his hand, a goofy smile playing on his lips, "we are here."

Rory chuckled, "Can I open my eyes now Mr. Huntzberger?"

Logan looked around at the expanse of the Manhattan apartment and smiled. Giving her hand a slight tug, he said, "Yes, but don't fall over with shock when you see the surprise."

She giggled before opening her eyes, and in a sarcastic tone said, "No, I'll fall over with the death of me- my feet are killing from the stairs."

And then she opened her eyes…

It was beautiful…

"This is…" she was lost at words, marveling the wondrous apartment, "ours?"

Logan offered a sly smile- before wrapping an arm around her slim waist. "All ours… unless you don't like it, if so there was a project building down the street…"

She turned around in his arms, playfully smacking his shoulder and kissed him on the lips. "It's beautiful, really…"

It was a wonder to many that the couple would ever lose their love for each other.

But as time passed…

Things changed.

I already started a new story.

I couldn't help it- this great idea came over me and then- BAM!

Here it is…in a nut shell.

A triangle, baby!

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