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Logan heard the sobs from just beyond the wall, normally he was one to mind his own business but there was something different this time.

"Hey," he said in a soft voice, no reply, "Excuse me, miss, are you alright in there?" he tried again, the sobs died down,

"Are you talking to me," the female voice, from next door responded,

"Well, as far as I know we are the only ones in the overnight cells today,"

"Oh," was all he got,

"So… are you alright or not?"

"You're not really good at the whole, comforting checking up on people thing are you?" she asked,

"Probably not, but then again I've never really tried," he chuckled,

"Obnoxious,"

"Sook,"

"Jerk,"

"Pathetic,"

"Arrogant, conceited, rich prick,"

"How'd you know I was rich," he said, hoping for some reason that this girl didn't recognise him as, Logan Huntzberger 'Playboy Extraordinaire',

"Lucky guess, you sound like a bit of a snob," her voice light and teasing,

"Ouch, see what happens when you check to see if a person is okay, which you never determined," She sighed,

"Sorry, I'm fine, been better, but could be worse," a comfortable silence fell over them. She broke it first,

"So what'd you do to end up here?"

"If I tell you, do you promise to tell me?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die,"

"I was at a bar with some friends, my alcohol obsessed friend decided the bar tender had no idea what he was doing and didn't have enough respect for the alcohol so he jumped over the counter and started taking over, reciting his own oaths to alcohol, needless to say, the bar tender wasn't impressed. As soon as my friend saw the cops enter the bar he bolted, knowing he was in enough trouble as it was I became the distraction while he got away, it included insulting an officer and indecent exposure," She laughed,

"I just by myself trashed a junk yard, I suppose I must have been a tad loud though," it was his turn to laugh,

"Well that's different, graffiti, not so original, but why in the world would you trash a junk yard by yourself, or with anyone? Isn't it all pretty much trash anyway?" She started sobbing,

"You don't have to tell me why,"

"No, I want to, it's just I don't know you, but I want to tell you even though I don't even know your name,"

"How about I promise not to judge or tell anyone what you say, and to make sure I can't tell anyone we won't use real names,"

"Can we use code names?" she asked in a timid voice, once again concluding the sobbing,

"Of course, I'll call you Ace,"

"Why?"

"Dunno, sounds cool,"

"Okay what can I call you?"

"How about Master and Commander?" he suggested,

"Cocky much?" she laughed, "It's a bit long, how about Mac?"

"It'll do,"

"Okay Mac, so it all started…." She told him everything about Dean, how she let down a lot of people she loved, how she and her mom weren't as close as they were before and how she had now officially chosen to keep her heart closed. He listened intently and his heart went out to her, she was really upset, somehow while she told her storied their arms had reached out through their bars and their hands were entwined across the wall that separated them.

After she poured out her heart to him, he figured he could do the same and she would really listen. He told her all the pressure that was forced upon him, how his father treated him, how he and his friends rebelled and how he like her chose to keep his heart closed.

Neither had ever told anyone about everything like they just did then. They reluctantly took back their hands,

"Good night Ace,"

"Night Mac," and they both went to sleep at ease that night despite being locked in jail, now that was something different.

"Ugh," Rory moaned as the light that shone brightly threw the window awoke her; she heard a man chuckle,

"Morning Ace," Rory smiled, remembering the previous night's events,

"Too early Mac, I need coffee,"

"I would totally help you if could, but the bars are kind of preventing me,"

"Stupid bars," she grumbled, he laughed,

"Hey, I never asked you how old you were,"

"Twenty-two, you?"

"Nearly twenty-one, what's your real name?"

"No names remember,"

"Of course I do… we'll be out of here soon, never to meet again," although her tone was light you could tell it was forced,

"Yeah," he said, disappointed that he would never meet the owner of the voice he began to find so beautiful.

A guard came in and unlocked Logan's cell,

"Your friends are here to pick you up,"

"Okay then…by Ace,"

"By Mac, don't look back."

It took him all of his self control to not take the only chance he had to see the one he had revealed himself to.

Not to long after Rory was lead out of her cell, to her surprise it was her dad there waiting to pick her up,

"She's really upset Ror, she doesn't want to see you right now," Rory just nodded, "We'll load your stuff into the trailer and I'll drive you to Yale."

Rory arrived in her Branford dorm, she wasn't sharing with Paris this year because she had moved into an off campus apartment with her new boyfriend, Doyle.

"Hi, I'm Stephanie Vanderbilt, call me Steph, and I am guessing that you're my new roommate Lorelai Gilmore,"

"I go by Rory, my mother's name is Lorelai also,"

"Oh coolies! Sorry I'm so…bubbly; I'm kind of on a coffee high right now,"

"I'm so jealous, I'm suffering from coffee withdrawal at the moment," Rory replied pouting, Steph looked at her sympathetically,

"Awwww, poor you, well some mover brought most of your stuff in before and set up your bed in your room, put your stuff down and me and you are gonna get to know each other and fix your dilemma,"

"You have got to be an angel sent from above," said Rory in awe, "And I do believe this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship," Steph giggled,

"This is so cool, my room mate last year was a bit of a freak, she collected flies that she swatted and kept them in jars in the fridge, you don't collect flies do you?"

"Most definitely not, can we go get that coffee now?" Rory pleaded, Steph's response was to link their arms and they ran to the coffee cart, locking the door behind them.

The girl's were puffed out by the time they reached the coffee cart,

"Must never run again," puffed Steph,

"It's a Gilmore rule, coffee being the only exception, so thank the heavens it was only because I was in withdrawal because otherwise I would be breaking the code- three large black, extra strong coffees thanks," Rory directed the last to the vendor then passed one cup to Steph then continued, "and then I would have to temporarily ban my self from coffee, which would be terrible because…and I'm rambling sorry," Rory blushed,

"Don't worry about it, so much better than something like 'I went to get my nails done and the lady was like the plum would suit me best but I was like I want maroon and then she like thought, yeah, maybe but then…' ugh you're not a princess Barbie, you're different, and me likie. Ooooo there are some of my friends I'd like you to meet them," she dragged Rory to a bench where there were three gorgeous boys hanging out,

"Hey guys," Steph said to them,

"Hey love!" the one with the accent said, "Oh you brought a friends," he grabbed Rory's hand and kissed it, "Finnegan Morgan, at your service," he smiled,

"Pleasure to meet you," she blushed, "Rory Gilmore,"

The brown haired boy was next, "Collin McRae, the most mentally stable of the three,"

"Nice to meet you,"

"And the blonde is-" Steph started,

"Hi Ace," he said,

"Mac," she breathed.

A/N: Well there's the beginning, please review!

Tell me if I should continue, or just call it quits now...it's up to you!