A/N: Okay, this is my first GG fanfic, so please be nice! This takes place in winter sometime in season 5. By the way, I haven't seen Gilmore Girls in a while, so the Yale Newsroom is totally off. Sorry!

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Gilmore Girls or the characters, but I do own this piece of work.

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(Logan's POV)

"Hey Ace," I greeted my favorite girl. She jumped a little at my approach. She was busy finishing the final touches on her article to be handed into Doyle for the Yale Daily News.

"Hi, Logan," She murmured, blushing slightly. She smiled in satisfaction as she hit the 'enter' key. "Can I help you?" She asked, noticing that I hadn't left yet.

"Not really, I'm just bored. Where are you going all dolled up like that?" I responded casually, leaning up against the carpeted wall. She was wearing black slacks with a pink and white striped sweater. Her brown hair was in limp curls and she was wearing rouge and mascara. She was lovely...

"Friday night dinner with my grandparents," She said, her eyes grazing over the clock hanging on the wall. "I really should get going."

"Not so fast, Gilmore, we still have a quick staff meeting," Doyle said walking past her cubicle. "Back to work Huntzberger."

"Sorry, boss, but there's nothing left to work on," I laughed lightly.

"Then perhaps you should stop flirting with Miss Gilmore so she can finish," Doyle said irritably.

I looked back over at Ace to see her blush deepen. "Doyle, I'm sorry, I really do have to go, but I finished the article. It's printing right now, as we speak." Before Doyle could reply, Rory's phone began to vibrate on the desk. She leaned over to see who was calling. "I'm sorry, it's marked urgent, I have to take this." Doyle left her in peace, whereas I stayed.

"Luke, is something wrong?" She asked, frowning slightly. Her expression changed instantly. She went from frowning to compete shock, her eyes frozen wide, as the phone slipped from her hand to the floor. I walked over to her, immediately concerned about her. I wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her from falling over, and bent down to grab the phone.

"This is Logan Huntzberger, a good friend of Rory's. Might I ask why Rory looks rather horror-struck?" I asked looking back at her. I pulled the phone away from my mouth and whispered "Breathe, Ace." She let out the breath she had been holding.

"Um...Rory's mother, Lorelai, has been in a nearly fatal car accident. The doctors aren't sure if she's going to make it. She's at Hartford Memorial Hospital..." Luke said gruffly. It was easy to tell that he wasn't comfortable telling me the information.

"I'll have Rory there in an hour, is that okay?" I responded quickly.

"That would be great. I'll see you then, I suppose. Be careful with Rory, please." He nearly pleaded the last part.

"I'll protect Rory in every way I can." I reassured him. I hung up, not wanting to waste valuable time.

"Gilmore! Huntzberger! the meeting is about to begin," Doyle barked. I gently maneuvered Ace out of her small office.

"Paris, I need you to take notes for Rory. I'm afraid that something rather tragic has come up." I said briskly. She gave a firm nod and pulled out a second sheet of looseleaf paper. Doyle looked conflicted for a half-second before turning his attention to the rest of the staff. I continued to pull Ace out of the building. Once we got outside, she burst into tears.

"Logan," she sobbed, "My mom."

"I know, Ace," I said softly, wrapping both arms around her in a warm embrace. She buried her face in my chest, as her tears rolled down my black leather jacket. I brought one of my hands up to stroke her hair. After a few moments of this, she pulled away.

"I'm so sorry, Logan," She said, wiping away her tears.

"What are you apologizing for?" I asked. She had no response for that. I kept one arm around her shoulder, glad that she didn't object. We walked in silence until we got to my Porsche. I went to her side and opened the door for her. She hesitated and then got in. I closed the door for her before going to my side and sliding in. I forgot how cold leather seats were. I took off my coat and handed it to Rory. She eyed me for a second and I patiently waited for her to take it. As soon as she did, I started the engine, and let the car warm up a little. I let my gaze drift over to her, who was cuddled up in my jacket. She smiled slightly.

"What?" I questioned, grinning back.

"You smell good," She stated simply.

"I try my best," I chuckled as I pulled the car out of the parking lot and headed out for the road.

I was driving as fast as I could, without breaking the speed limit and, more importantly, without sliding on the ice. The last thing I wanted was for Ace to wind up in the hospital, and it being my fault. In truth, I think I had fallen for her. She was so beautiful, smart, she was loads of fun to be with...I was tired of our no-strings friendship. I wanted us to be so much more than friends. I knew this since I jumped off the 8-story scaffolding with her at the last Life or Death Brigade event.

"How are you?" I asked breaking the silence.

"I'm okay, I think. But what if....what if my mom doesn't make it?" She said in an almost whisper.

"What if your mom will be just fine? Ace, there's a million and one 'what if' questions, you just have to think of the positive ones," I took her hand that was resting on the arm rest in between us and gave it a small squeeze before letting it go, and bringing my hand back up to the steering wheel. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand twitch slightly closer to mine.

"I guess I really should call my grandparents," She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Gilmore's residence, who would you like to speak to?" The maid asked, rather impatiently.

"Hi, yes, I would like to speak to Mrs. Gilmore. This is Rory, her granddaughter.

"One moment, please."

"Hello?" Emily Gilmore answered the phone.

"Hi, Grandma. Um...Mom got into an accident," Rory responded quietly.

"Dear God! Is she okay?" Emily demanded, sounding worried.

The doctors don't think she'll make it."

"Oh, God. Where is she?"

"Hartford Memorial," Rory told her.

"Richard! Get the car ready. We're going to the hospital....It's Lorelai you idiot! Rory? Are you at the hospital?"

"No, not yet. Luke called. We'll be there soon," Rory clarified.

"Alright, be safe, okay?"

"Okay, Grandma. Bye," Rory pressed the end button, biting her bottom lip.

"You okay, Ace?" I asked, concentrating on stopping instead of sliding through the red light.

"Yeah, that was a lot harder than I thought it would be. But I'm pretty sure I don't have to call Lane or Sookie," She sighed, a few fresh tears falling down her cheek.

"We're almost there, Ace, I promise, just twenty more minutes," I said, unsure of what else I could say that could have made things better for her. She nodded.

"Logan, I'm sorry," She whispered.

"Sorry for what?" I asked, confused.

"You're missing out on going to the Rich Man's Shoe with Finn and Colin, like you do every Friday..." Her voice trailed off in a way, like she was wishing she had kept her mouth shut.

"I'd rather be with you right now, Ace," I told her, reaching over to pat her leg in reassurance. She smiled slightly, another blush creeping up on her face. I couldn't help but smirk to myself, she was just too cute for her own good. I slowed to turn into the hospital parking lot, being extra careful not to slide. I quickly found a parking and eased my car into it. I pulled the keys out of ignition, unbuckled my seat belt, and began to open my door, only to realize that Rory had not moved an inch.

"Ace?" I asked, watching her twiddle her thumbs.

"Logan, what if I can't do it?" She said so quietly that I could barely hear it over the wind. I got back into the car.

"What if you can't do what?"

"What if I can't look at my mom without crying?" She replied, turning her gaze on me. It was hard coming back with a response that was very much Logan-esque, and not so mushy.

"I don't know what to tell you, Ace, but I do know that you have to go in there," I told her, staring right back. "I know that if you don't, you'll regret it more than anything, more than if you hadn't jumped off the scaffolding with me," I reminded her with a small smirk. "You just have to be there."

She let that mull over for a moment. "Okay, let's do this," She said firmly, with that determined look in her eye.

"You ready?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No. But I guess I have to be." I got out, and went over to her side to open the door for her and she smiled as lightly as she could in this type of situation. She got out, as I put a hand on the small of her back to keep her from slipping on the ice. We walked to the entrance doors, when Ace paused. I looked at her with an encouraging smile. She took a deep breath before wrapping her arms around my neck in a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around her waist.

(To be continued)

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