Dislaimer: The usual.

Logan put the phone down with shaking hands. He'd been surprised to find her calling, then hopeful.

"You remember our night – that last night?"

Of course he did. She'd shattered him then; he was still trying to put himself back together. He was so focused on the sound of her voice that he didn't see it coming.

"It -" Deep exhale. "I'm pregnant."

His heart shuddered. He lost his breath. His throat stung with emotion and he swallowed it back.

"I know it's not a phone call thing, but I couldn't-" Her voice hitched and wavered. "I couldn't see you."

He found his voice, finally. "You have to. Rory, Jesus - "

"I know. I'm just...not ready yet. But you needed to know."

He heard it all: the yearning, the regret, the disappointment. He recognized it intimately; it was as familiar to him as an old friend. "I'll be here," he said quietly. The sting in his throat had turned painful. He blinked quickly, fighting the moisture that pooled. She hung up and he stared at the black screen of his phone for an eternity. It took all he had to not book a flight immediately. He needed to do something, so he seized his phone and picked the first name he came across.

"Colin, get the boys together. I need a distraction."

It was pure bacchanalia. Colin, Finn, and Robert had risen to the occasion magnificently despite Logan's unwillingness to bring them in on the secret. It had been a twenty-four hour whirlwind of clubs and drugs and enough drinking to hopefully drown out the guilt. They were in a place with mahogany walls. Robert was passed out in a velvet booth, Colin was engaged in a maudlin slow dance with a girl nobody knew. Logan had no idea what time it was, or what day. He cradled the bottle of scotch and drank occasionally, unconsciously. Finn appeared and crawled onto the bench next to Logan.

"Tell Mummy where it hurts."

"Rory's pregnant."

"Ah. And we're drinking so prodigiously because you're the father? Or because you're not?"

"I am."

Finn remained uncharacteristically pensive. He pried the bottle from Logan's fingers and took a long pull. "The love of your life is bearing your child."

Logan didn't argue. She was, of course. "Yes."

"So remind me why you're marrying the French pastry?"

The dynastic plan.

"Rory needs someone better. I'm a piece of shit most of the time."

"Well, forgive me, but so is she."

"I beg your fucking pardon?"

"No, don't get me wrong, it's one of my favourite things about her. She's just as spoiled and entitled as the rest of us. She's left a trail of broken hearts in her wake, yours included, I don't need to remind you, and let's not forget that whole Bonnie and Clyde episode with the boat. Her idea, if I'm not mistaken?"

Logan remained silent in his enlightenment. Finn continued blithely: "The list goes on. I love her dearly, but Rory may be the most selfish person I know."

"Your point?"

"My point, old friend, is that you have her up on a pedestal she hasn't earned. She's not a paragon of virtue, for Christ's sake, so quit the lovesick martyr act and go get her."

"I'm getting married in a month." He knew it was weak, but he was afraid. He'd already been broken by her. If it happened again the pieces of himself wouldn't fit together anymore. He remembered the sadness in her when she'd asked if he was really going to marry Odette, but she had never asked him not to.

Finn gave him a look he'd never seen before. "How disappointing."

Logan took another long drink. It wasn't until the bottle was empty that he realized that look was pity.