Rory has graduated Yale, turned down her first proposal, traveled the campaign trail and is now setting up house in New York after a hard-won position as a features writer for the NY Times. She remains friends with many of the LDB but what happens when fate returns her first true love to her. (AU) Rory and Tristan and Logan. A requested sequel to 'It Started at a Piano Bench', probably not what was hoped for, but this is what my muse wanted.
Disclaimer: Nope – still not mine, but terrific fodder for my imagination.
A/N: You all may have noticed I am writing a lot, I have been under some pressure and this is how I work through. Thanks to all of you who review, follow and favorite; it helps me know that my writing is appreciated.
Surprise from the Piano Bench
Chapter 1 -The Beginning
Rory Gilmore, well known writer, blogger and newest addition to the staff at the NY Times, her dream job and at only 25, she is thrilled at where her life has taken her. She has had a nice bit of success after scoring a private interview with the Obama family for their first Christmas in the White House and it won her that first bit of acclaim, from there her portfolio was much in demand landing her the dream of the NY Times. With her father's help she had purchased a modest condo in the Chelsea district of NYC and although it was a four-floor walkup, it boasted three bedrooms, one she would use as an office the other for guests. She stood proudly in her very first – all her own home. Her mother had helped her to unpack, arrange furniture and set up the takeout drawer, she would be starting at the Times in two weeks and she was looking forward to acquainting herself with her new home. She was unpacking her final box when she froze, why had her mother packed this? It was her 'Tristan box', she carefully lifted the picture of herself dancing with him at her debutante ball, she looked so young, so very much in love. She looked back on that sweet naive girl who had hoped that he would be her forever, then recalled the heartbreak of saying goodbye when he decided that after a summer internship with his dad in Texas he was going to take a year to 'find himself' and she told him she could not follow. It had been the first real fight of their relationship. He had been her first real love, lover and best friend for so long she was lost without him, until she found herself Wendy to the 'Lost Boys' at Yale. She smiled and set the picture down deciding to reminisce with a glass of wine Finn had provided as a house warming gift. She sipped the delightful beverage as she looked over pictures, lifted mementos and reread letters, sweet notes and postcards. It was a bittersweet time in her life, one that taught her to protect her heart and yet one that first taught her the meaning of love between a man and a woman. She leaned her head back against the sofa and sighed, ah to be so very young again. The ringing of her door delivered her from her reverie and she walked to the speaker to see who it might be.
"Hello?' She answered cautiously.
"Hey Ace, let us up, we want to see the new digs." Logan laughed.
She smiled and buzzed them up, taking the time to return items to the box and push it into her hall closet where it should have been stored unopened. She opened the door to the usual suspects, "Welcome to casa de Gilmore", she waved her hand and mock bowed allowing them entry. What brings you all to my humble abode?"
"Gilmore, you wound so with your words, where else would we be your first night in your new home. We came to take you out – to show you the glories of your new home town and we will not take no for an answer." Finn said as he lopped his arm over her shoulder. "I see you have begun festivities without us – pishh, you know better than to enjoy the fruit of the vine without me and mine." Finn winked mischievously.
"Yeah Ace, how do you expect to warm your house alone, didn't you know that is bad luck." He helped himself to the kitchen retrieving glasses and grabbed the bottle pouring all around, ever the host to her hostess.
Rory smiled at her friends and the second man to break her heart; then raised her glass, "Thank you gentlemen, and welcome to my home. My door is ever open, my hearth ever warm and my bed – strictly off limits." she laughed, and they clinked glasses in good humor.
Logan gave her a side glance with a quirked brow at that last comment, sure they had parted ways, but he still managed to warm her bed on more than one occasion, "Sure about that Ace." he winked, and titters were all around, in truth, he knew that ship had may have sailed, but it didn't mean he didn't miss their once impenetrable bond.
Finn laughed and pulled her in for a mock passionate kiss, "Of course she doesn't, who could kick my beautiful self from their boudoir? Enough of this though, we must away to find our love her neighborhood pub and return her safely after a night of well-earned debauchery." He righted her and drained his glass, the rest followed suit, Rory grabbed her jacket, tucking phone, wallet and keys in her pocket.
Colin reached in to her jacket and retrieved the wallet, "What – she dares to bring currency, what have we done to deserve such disservice? Nay my lady, our wallets are at your humble service." he returned it to the drawer by the door.
Rory laughed, "What a fool I would be to turn down such generosity, but pray gentlemen allow me my ID so I may imbibe without detainment." She once again retrieved her wallet claiming only her ID from it, which Logan plucked from her hand and placed in his coat pocket.
"I'll keep it and you safe Ace." He promised kissing her brow.
Robert clapped his hands, "Now that is settled, we must away our carriage awaits."
Rory allowed the men to exit in front of her and locked the door behind her, then placed the keys into Logan's outstretched hand. They descended the stairs and exited to the waiting car to their shared adventure.
