Okay, lets get this started. Rory and Logan broke up after the bridesmaids thing. He came over to Paris's that night, but she never forgave him. He left, heartbroken, and that was the last either of them heard from eachother for a little more then a year. Rory graduated Yale, Logan went to London, both still regretting their past desicions. Now Logan has a new girl in his life (shocked much?), and Rory went back to a past love. But suddenly the ex-couple is thrown together again. Just a coincidence? Or is it fate showing them what was never really over?
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, or anyone in it. (Can't think of anything witty, but my congestion is clogging up my head, whatever.)
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"Rory, up and at 'em!"
He heard a small groan from the bed, but no sign of anyone getting out of it. Sighing, he walked over to the lump under the comforter and started shaking it gently.
"Rory, come on. You have to be at work in an hour."
"Work..." The lump grumbled.
"Yes, work. Remember, the place you go 5 days a week to write articles, the thing that pays the rent and keeps up both from living on the streets."
There was a short pause, then a small, "Nope, never heard of it."
He chuckled before standing up and grabbing the comforter of the bed. Rory yelped slightly as the cold air hit her, and mumbled some curse words at her boyfriend.
"Now, do you want me to blare the radio, or can you find the strength to get up on your own?"
She opened one eye, and glared at him before slowly pulling herself out of bed.
"I hate you."
He smiled, putting his hands on her shoulders, slowly leading her to the bathroom. "Actually, it's Monday's that you hate, but I understand you blaming me in your current state of wooziness."
She giggled at that, now slightly more awake. He have her a short peck on the lips before leaving the room to get changed while she took a shower.
She took a shower and got dressed, and when she came back out into the kitchen she saw him pouring coffee into a mug. "Thank you," she said gratefully, grabbing the cup out of his hand right as he was about to take a sip and downing half the cup before she sat down at the kitchen table.
He just looked at her. "You do know that cup was for me, right?"
She looked back at him, giving him her best innocent bambi eyes. "Oops, sorry, I didn't realize."
"Uh-huh," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Well, I'm off to work. Remember, only two more cups of coffee and then you need to hit the road too."
"I know, I know." she said reluctantly.
"Alright, see you tonight." With that, he have her a slightly passionate kiss. "Be sure to write lots of good articles today, make your boss proud and all your co-workers jealous."
"Mhmm, I'll be sure to do that." she said sarcastically.
"Don't be modest Rory. You're an ace reporter; the best at your paper, I'm sure."
She paused mid-sip. "Wh...w-what did you just say?" She asked quietly, finding it hard to get the words out.
"Not to be modest?"
"No, the thing after that."
"That you're an ace reporter, better then anyone else over at the paper."
"Ace." She gave a small smile, her eyes growing distant from his, as if she was looking back on a past memory. He just stared at her, obviously confused.
After a few more seconds, Rory suddenly jumped out of her trance and gave a weak smile to her boyfriend. He looked at her, perplexed. "What was that about?"
"Nothing, nevermind, you just reminded me of something...nothing important," she added as his eyebrows raised.
"Well...alright. So I'll see you tonight?"
"Like always." she replied, giving him a quick peck before he walked out the door. "Bye Jess!" she called out before the door closed. The moment it did, however, she silently cursed herself.
She hated when that happened, when one of them would unintentionally bring up a reference from her past and her mind would drift back to...then. It didn't happen that often, but every now and then it did. He would bring up Pushkin in a conversation; she would all of a sudden get very quiet and less witty then she had been just a moment before. She would tell him she loved him; and he would go "wow." He was being sarcastic, of course, since he knew she loved him, as he did with her, but whenever he said it, her smile would slowly fade.
Whenever her thoughts drifted back to...him, she immediatley tried to push the memories away. Most of the time she coould, thinking of how much he had hurt her when she had found out about how he had spent his time apart over Thankgiving. But other times...she just couldn't seem to push them out fo her mind. It was these few times she would think of all the good times they had shared.
"You did good, Ace!" he had told her after their first jump.
"One in a lifetime experience." she had replied, smiling, completley exhilerated.
"Only if you want it to be." He had replied, and all she had wanted to do was lean in and kiss him, take another jump.
Shaking her head of these thoughts, she poured herself one last cup of coffee before heading off to work. She was happy with the way her life was going, she had Jess, her mom, friends. Her life was good.
There was just one thing missing...something, or someone, with blonde hair, a charming smirk, and deep, chocolate brown eyes...
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Okay, just a couple of things. First of all, my god that was hard. I am NOT a literati fan, so writing about them like that was just...ugh. The whole 'Ace' thing lifted my spirits a little though. And I know Jess is kinda OOC, but whatever, it's half past midnight and I really don't feel like trying to figure him out right now. And sorry for the shortness, but if you want me to continue I'll get the chapters to be longer. So anyway, I know it really sucks, but please review anyway and tell me if you think I should continue. I just wanted to see if I was any good at writing a story where they are not together at the beginning. So review, pretty, pretty please. : )
Sorry for typos, if any.