Rory stared at yet another bouquet of flowers in front of her door. She sighed to herself, both wondering when Logan would finally give up, and how long she could hold out against him. She had to admit that she did still love him, even if he had broken up with her without even the courtesy of letting her know.

She picked up the expensive bouquet and brought it inside, trying to find a place for it among the others in the tiny apartment. Fortunately, Paris wasn't there to bother her about all the gifts she had been getting, and psychoanalyze her some more. Although, maybe she could do with a little psychoanalysis.

Logan hadn't taken the hint yet, and she wasn't sure when he would, that she wasn't about to forgive him for what he had done. At least not yet.

She felt differently a week later though, when there were no new bouquets, no coffee carts, no surprise presents, no Logan. She didn't see him or hear anything about him all week, and started to get concerned. 'Is he that fickle?' she thought.

Paris seemed to read her thoughts.

"I haven't seen Huntzberger lately." She commented. "Do you think he finally got the hint? It took him long enough."

"I guess so." said Rory, somewhat sadly. She missed Logan in spite of herself. And then quickly left the room as Paris prepared to "attack" Doyle. Rory still hadn't been able to determine what exactly was Krav Maga and when it was about to turn into sex.

Then, without warning, there was Logan, sitting in front of her door when she came home from school. He looked terrible, and Rory's heart instantly went out to him. He looked up at her, and she instantly knew that something was different. But despite how she felt, she said coldly "What are you doing here Logan?"

And without warning, tears fell from Logan's eyes. "Rory, I really need help. Everything is so fucked up, I have no idea what to do."

Rory was shocked. She had never expected to see him cry. She forgot her anger and could only feel concern.

"What happened? Where have you been the last couple weeks? I haven't seen you at the paper or anything. Were you avoiding me?"

"No, I wasn't at school at all. Rory, I can't talk about this in the hall, can we please go inside?"

For the first time Logan seemed to lack all that cocky confidence that normally attracted Rory to him.

"Yeah, sure come in." Rory started the elaborate process of opening the locks to get into the cramped apartment. Glancing back at Logan she noticed that he wasn't as impeccably dressed as normal. His clothes were wrinkled, and looked like he had slept in them.

No sooner had they gotten through the door when Logan broke down.

"Everything is so fucked up, Ace. You won't believe, I have nothing. No money, no family really."

"What?" asked Rory, shocked. "What happened? Did you piss off your dad? I'm sure he will forgive you."

"Not this time. Because I didn't do anything this time. It's mom. Turns out she cheated on my dad, and well... he isn't really my dad at all. Which actually explains a lot." Logan tried to joke, but Rory could tell that his world had fallen apart. "When he found out, he threw me out, and Mom. He said he didn't want anything to do with either of us again, and couldn't believe he had wasted all that money on us."

"Logan, no matter who your father is, he is your dad. How could he do that to you? I'm sure he'll repent. I mean, he raised you."

"Yeah, he did, if you can call leaving me with an au pair raising. But we haven't gotten along in a long time, and I know that he was disappointed in me. Now he has a reason to get rid of me, and I'm sure he wouldn't want an illegitimate child in charge of the Huntzberger fortune."

"How did he find out? Did your mom tell him?"

"No, my "real" dad showed up trying to get money from my mom. My mom couldn't get that much money without my dad knowing, and the whole thing came out. My dad didn't want to believe it at first, but he got a paternity test done, and turns out it was true, I'm not his son."

"What about your sister?" Rory was hesitant to ask.

"Oh she is a Huntzberger, and she wanted to help me out but my dad, uh Mitchum, forbade it and wouldn't even let her talk to me. I've never seen him that angry."

"So who is your real dad?"

"Oh my mom had good taste all right. He's some drunk who worked on the roof for a while. He has no money, and wants nothing to do with either of us. My mom's staying with one of her sisters, but she blames me for all the problems and won't help me out."

"Where have you been staying?" Rory knew she was asking a lot of questions, but was still in disbelief over what Logan was telling her. How could so much have changed in a few short weeks?

"I stayed with a couple of friends, here and there but they have all been different since they found out. Like I'm somehow not the same person, or because I don't have any money suddenly we aren't friends anymore. Rory I have no idea what I'm going to do. All my life I was raised and trained for one thing, something I didn't even want, and now I can't have it I'm lost."

"Why did you come here?" Rory said this somewhat sullenly. She had been angry at Logan for the last few weeks and then here he was, wanting help. What could she do? Did she even want to help? But she realized that just like before her heart went out to him. She felt herself melting and couldn't bear to see him this unhappy.

"I came here because I realized that you aren't shallow, like my other friends. You always liked me for who I was. I know I fucked up, I should never have broken up with you and I'm really sorry. I regretted it as soon as I did it, and I've been trying to apologize ever since. Rory please believe me, I never wanted to hurt you. I'll understand if you don't want to be with me, considering what I did and whats happened since then, and I'll also understand if you don't even want to be my friend. I know I'm not who you thought I was anymore. I'm not who I thought I was, I don't even know who I am."

Rory stopped his speech by pulling him close to her in a hug.

"Logan none of that matters right now. And you have a place to stay right here. We are going to figure something out. And I really can't believe that your dad won't relent and take you back into the family or your mom won't at least help you out a little. Mitchum can't stay mad forever, so I'm sure Honor would help you too."

"I wouldn't count on any of that." Logan said wearily. "I've lost my charm. I guess it was just money after all."

"Don't be silly." Rory wasn't sure to say to Logan. She wasn't sure what their relationship was now. She was still trying to digest the news. She tried to imagine what had happened to him, how he must feel. Like if the entire course of her life suddenly changed and what before had been a sure thing was now non existent. What if her dad wasn't her dad? But then she had so many more people supporting her than Logan did. She had her mom, who would always be there, no matter what. She had her grandparents who would love her regardless who her father was. She had her town, and Luke.

"Logan, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know." He looked scared. "I've never had to think about that before. I've never thought about anything but what I wanted to do."

"Yeah, I know." She said slowly, sympathetically. She looked around the room, wishing she had something to offer him, some way to comfort him, but there was nothing she could do. Logan had lost everything.