It had been years since he had seen her, but there she was before him, a seeming phantom lifted from the volumes of his past. She hadn't changed much – the same chestnut hair, the same collected manner – but her eyes showed the toll life had taken on her, especially now.

Beside her sat two girls, maybe six years old. The one on her right took after her father, or so he assumed. Blond curls cascaded around her shoulders as tears cascaded flowed from her soft eyes. The girl to the left of her mother was a miniature version of the woman. The girl pulled on her bottom lip with her teeth as her cerulean eyes darted nervously around the room, just like her mother used to do when uncomfortable.

He walked up to the woman and her daughters and caught her eye. To his surprise, there was no sign of grief or tears in her face.

"Rory."

"Logan, thank you for coming. I didn't expect you." She gave him a semi-suspicious look.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he replied, ignoring her comment. "Chad was a good man," he lied. It was no secret Chad Winston was shady to say the least. 'Good man' was probably the most unfitting epitaph anybody had ever bestowed upon him. Rory gave the man a knowing look and he had to fight down a smirk. This was her husband's funeral after all.

"Thank you, Logan."

"If you ever need anything, let me know. Anything at all," he told her, his eyes earnest once again. She gave him a weak smile and nodded. He could tell she was holding in a comeback from the way her eyes flashed, but, again, it was her husband's funeral, and she had to keep up appearances.

Logan turned away from Rory and let her turn her attention to the others waiting to console the mourning widow and her fatherless children. Mourning widow, yeah, right, mourning. Logan still couldn't believe she had married Chad Winston, of all people, but if her current non-emotional state was any indication, the marriage had been far from her idea of perfect. She acted more like an acquaintance had died rather than the man she had been married to for nearly seven years. Still, Logan reminded himself, she could still be in shock or just too emotionally sapped. But then how did that explain the glimmer of a retort in her eye that seemed almost... gleeful?

A/N: This is my first fanfic. Short, I know. Please R/R and let me know if I should continue. Updates my take a week due to finals.