Title: Lost in the Supermarket

Author: Self Proclaimed Genius

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. The title comes from a song by The Clash.

AN: Long time reader, first time writer. I hope my first attempt at Gilmore Girls fanfiction doesn't bomb too much, especially with it being with a semi-obscure pairing. SO you need to know a couple things before reading this. It takes place in summer of 2013 (in which the temperatures will reach astronomical highs due to global warming...or not) putting Finn somewhere around 30 (assuming that he's 21-22 now) and Rory around 28. I'm also going to assume that Rory and Logan will eventually get together and eventually break up (this is not from spoilers, just my own speculations). I think that's everything you need to know to understand this. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters associated with it.

Chapter One: Confessions

He walked out of the meeting room, and instead of going straight through the door leading to the parking lot, he deterred from his usual route and walked through the glass automatic doors into the brightly lit room filled with books. While he had never been one for libraries, unless there had been a promise of female companionship, he did occasionally read. You know, manuals, newspapers, magazines...that sort of thing.

On this particular Thursday night, he wasn't necessarily looking for a book, but rather something to occupy his mind. He didn't really think he'd find an "occupation" in a public library, but hey, a man can hope. Being a relative stranger to libraries save the few times he had hooked up in the Yale closed stacks, he figured it would be best to head for the fiction section.

After about ten minutes he had looked over all of the books twice, and was currently reading the inside cover of a book entitled "My Two Mommies" that had looked interesting. He put the book back on the shelve and turned towards the door when he heard someone call his name.

"Finn" The voice was questioning and unsure, almost as if she didn't believe that it could be him. It held some familiarity to him, though he couldn't pinpoint where he had heard it. Slowly, he turned around to be met with the person he last expected it to be.

"Rory? Rory Gilmore" If he had been drinking, he would have sworn that he was hallucinating. But no, she was definitely real, and looking better than ever. He added to himself.

"My god Finn, what are you doing in Boston, in a library no less"

"I could ask you the same question, I thought you were gonna be some type of journalist or something."

"Well, plans change I guess. Boston is just where my life led me."

Finn could understand that answer well enough. He had had enough twists in his life for that statement to apply to him as well.

"You know, if I had known you were living in Bean town, I would have looked you up and took you out for a drink or something."

"Well its not too late for that."

"Okay, I'll give you my number, when are you free"

"Well, I was thinking right now."

"That could work for me, let me just check these books out."

He walked with her to the front desk. She placed her books on the counter and handed the librarian her card. This act reminded her of their location and her curiosity again perked.

"So you never answered my question, what in the hell are you doing in the library"

By now she had gotten her books and they were making their way towards the door, and into the parking lot.

"Hi, I'm Finn, and I'm an alcoholic."

Her jaw plummeted to the ground at his confession. "No," she said in a disbelieving tone.

"You really can't believe I'm an alcoholic? I thought you were a journalist, all the clues were there."

"No, I can totally believe it. I mean, sometimes your drinking really worried me in college." He smiled at her admittance as she continued. "What I can't believe is that you know you're an alcoholic."

He could see were she was going on that one. Whenever, on the rare occasion, someone would say something about his drinking he would ignore it and throw out a comment about how it was an Australian thing, and everyone would laugh and forget it had ever been said.

"So, your car or mine?" He asked after they had stood on the sidewalk of the parking lot for a few minutes.

"Oh, well, I walked here, so if we're planning on going anywhere more than a couple blocks away, then we'll have to take yours."

"That's fine, its the black SUV over there," he said as he motioned to the SUV parked near the light.

"Very good Finn, you parked in a well lit area! This way you can avoid attackers waiting to sneak up on you unsuspectingly. Its the first thing they teach you in self defense class."

"You're tellin' me. Its a good thing you're here to accompany me or I'd have to prepare to use my keys as a weapon. You see I used all my mace on the guy in that dark parking garage last week."

She laughed as he opened the door for her. Always the gentleman, Rory remembered. Even when completely trashed.

"So, where are we headed?"

"I know this great coffee shop a couple miles from here."

"Aw Finny! You remembered, that's so touching."

"I don't think you would have let me forget. I recall that one time after you spent the night with Logan and you offered to give me all the money in his wallet if I ran out and got you a cup of coffee." At the mention of Logan he looked over and didn't see the wince on her face that he expected at Logan's name. Although their actual relationship had been relatively short-lived, only lasting a few months, the break-up had been messy and painful at least Logan. He could only assume it had been the same for Rory.

"Ah, yes, how naive I was. I should have offered his trust fund too." He was glad at her ability to speak freely of him. A tension that he hadn't known had been there suddenly relaxed.

"Well, I did it for nothing, didn't I?"

"Yes, always the dutiful servant, huh?"

"To a beautiful woman? Yes."

She blushed slightly at the subtle compliment, thankful for the darkness of the car.

"So tell me how you ended up in AA." She inquired and then mentally slapped herself. "I'm sorry, that was incredibly nosy of me. Its none of my business...unless of course you want to tell me, in which case I'm all ears."

"It's not nosy at all, I was much more nosy to you in the past. Alcohol was probably a contributing factor to that. Well, after I got arrested for my fifth DUI in six months, the judge sentenced me to rehab. I figured I'd stick it out for a month and then get back to my old habits. But, as corny as it sounds, I really connected with the people there, and three years later, here I am in all my sober glory."

"That's great Finn, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, Rory."

With that said they pulled into the parking lot.

"Oh, I know this place. I come here sometimes before work."

"You work around here?"

"Right down the street actually."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said with a wink.

"Great," she replied sarcastically. Although she wasn't so sure she'd mind. With that thought, she walked through the door which he held open for her.