Title: Pulling Strings

Author: Kathea

Rating: PG13 or it will be at some point

Spoilers: "But not as cute as a Pushkin"

Summary: Since both Rory and Logan come from money they are used to seeing strings pulled. They never thought their friends would use it against them.

Disclaimer: I don't own this or anything related to Gilmore Girls or the WB. Like you didn't already know that.

AN: This is the first GG fic I've written. I'm trying to stay true to character but we'll see how that goes. Reviews are welcomed and treasured unless of course you say nasty things and then I'll just have to hunt you down and duct tape you to the train tracks.

Chapter 1: Honey Bunny

Rory strode purposefully across the quad, her gaze fixed on one man. The poor soul had no idea what he was in for. Revenge-Gilmore style. While he stood chatting with a gaggle of empty-headed girls, he would never have thought that his doom walked silently behind him.

Rory slid her arm comfortably around Logan's waist and looked up at him with a vapid smile. The pack of girls surrounding him took a step back.

"Sweetheart," Rory said sweetly. "I thought we had talked about this. Since we are getting married, you know you aren't allowed to dally around anymore. You agreed, remember," she finished with a pout.

Logan blanched. Angry Rory he could handle. Sarcastic Rory, shy Rory, even drunk Rory was fine but scary Rory. No way. "Umm, Ace?" he started nervously turning to face her.

"Now you better hurry along before you are late for class, Sugarpie." Rory replied. She pecked Logan on the cheek and pranced, that's right, pranced off in the opposite direction. The girls, now that the show was over, quickly departed. One of the most eligible bachelors at Yale was now not so eligible and that was some very interesting news that must be shared. Logan still hadn't moved. He now had no doubt that Rory was getting him back. He should have known better than to think the stunt she pulled with her grandfather would have been the end. The thing was while his prank had been embarrassing which had been the whole idea, this was terrifying. Logan, the most confirmed of bachelors, was like most of the male species; petrified by commitment. He knew there would be a time to settle down but that time wasn't now and it might not ever come for all he knew.

A passerby brushed him and jostled him out of his reverie. Logan spun on his heel and headed resolutely for his dorm. It was three in the afternoon, Colin would be back from class and with his help Finn could be persuaded to get up. He required some serious help in this situation. That's what friends are for after all and his friends owed him big time.

Rory tried to not start laughing until after she was sure that she was out of hearing range. Okay, she'd probably taken things a mite too far but her mom had approved the extended "Get back at Logan" plan and required a full debriefing. She flipped open her cell phone and pushed the speed dial for her mom.

"What do you do with a drunken sailor?" Loralie sang to her.

"Throw him in the bilge and make him drink it?" Rory questioned.

"You are absolutely right, kiddo."

"Sir, I am ready to debrief you on the progress on my assignment." Rory said in her most secret agent tone.

"Well, Agent Gilmore proceed" her mother replied in her "authority" voice.

"Mom, you should've seen his face!" Rory crowed. "It was absolutely priceless. At first, he looked so confused as to why I was talking to him. Then, and this is the best part, as soon as I mention that we were engaged his face went completely white. I think you could probably see all the blood drain out of his face. The girls he was talking with will certainly spread the rumor."

"Good work, Gilmore. Now, next week you have to fly to Uzbekistan and retrieve a Rambaldi artifact." Her mother intoned ominously but ruined it by giggling at the end. "Keep me posted."

"Yes, ma'am. I love you mom."

"Love you too, babe."

Rory slipped her phone back into her purse. Paris was waiting for her report in their dorm and would grill her for details. The bright winter sunshine filled the quad and with a cheery smile on her face Rory marched back to her room. Paris was waiting after all.

"So, do you think a bucket of cold water would do the trick?" Logan asked Colin, looking perplexedly at Finn.

"It might but I think that would leave us open to revenge. Just waive some vodka under his nose. That should get him up." Colin said wisely. True to his word, just a few passes of the bottle of Stoli under Finn's nose caused him to wake him. Logan was sure that he growled at him when he pulled the bottle out of his reach.

"What the bloody hell, do you want?" Finn grumbled from under the covers. "It's too early."

"Finn, my dearest friend, it's almost four in the afternoon. We need to chat and for that you must be awake." Logan said in his most winsome voice. "If you do it, I'll make you one of my famous White Russians when we're done."

"You want something. It better be good for getting me up this early in the blessed morning." Finn acquiesced quickly. Logan's White Russian was something to get up for.

"So good of you chap," Colin quipped, "To come to the aid of a friend without remonstrance." Finn's bleary eyes glared at him but he shrugged it off. Finn turned and slowly set up on the bed and noticed that Logan and Colin were sitting in front of his bed.

"So, what is this big problem?"

"It seems that reporter girl…"

"You didn't tell me that Rory was the problem." Colin cut in quickly.

"Just let me finish. Ace, caught me outside today and thoroughly embarrassed me. This, as the both of you know, is quite a feat. She thinks she can play with the big boys."

"She managed to get back at you?" Finn asked excitedly. "I think she should get a reward, don't you Colin?"

"I believe that might be in order." Colin agreed.

"Gentlemen, stay on topic. Yes, she got to me but she can't continue this."

"Tell us, tell us," Finn said bouncing on his bed. "What'd she do? Do tell."

"Yes, if it embarrassed you, we should take note of such a tactic." Colin said with a grin.

"If only to shut the two of you up; I was talking with several of the Phi Sigs and she walked up and put her arm around me."

"Lovely lassies, those Phi Sigs." Finn interjected.

"Then she started talking about how since we were engaged that I couldn't do that sort of thing anymore. Then she called me sugarpie." Logan finished and shivered at the memory. Beside him his friends roared with laughter. A grimace crossed Logan's face, this was no laughing matter. By now the Phi Sigma Delta gossip network would have the news across the whole of the campus. It wouldn't be long before his plans for this weekend would suddenly disappear. "It's not funny. You are not supposed to be laughing" he finished crossly.

"Sorry, sorry my friend but it seems that you are in a bit of a pickle." Colin said without one bit of remorse.

"I like pickles." Finn said seriously.

"Colin, Finn, you've got to help me do damage control. This kind of news will absolutely ruin all the hard work I've done with the female population of this school. Plus, the thought of marriage, scares the hell out of me."

"I'll make you a deal mate, you go make me that drink and between me and Colin we'll come up with something." Finn said sincerely.

"I knew I could count on you Finn. You understand how dire this could be." Logan said and left the room to make Finn's drink. Finn turned mischievous eyes to Colin, a grin tweaking the edges of his mouth.

"Colin, are you thinking what I'm thinking." Finn asked his friend.

"I do believe we are of one accord on this matter." Colin replied

"Excellent." Finn said and looked up as Logan returned, drink in hand. "Logan, my friend, we have a plan." Logan sighed in relief.

AN: Let me just say that I do not condone underage drinking or casual sex. Both activities can have unpleasant consequences. Also I made a reference to Alias. I don't own that either but I wouldn't mine owning Michael Vartan for a little while.