"So now that he lives in queens what does that mean?" Ororo asked while sitting in Marie's living room. They were looking for wood paneling for the floors in the inn they were getting ready to open.

"According to Logan it means nothing at all." Marie said in a huff.

"But what about the dinner?" Ororo asked looking at the next panel.

"Well he said that the dinners fine, everything's fine."

"And he's going to continue working here, even though he lives there?"

"Apparently, I swear that guy should work for the CIA he gives away nothing."

"Oh how about this one?" Ororo held up a panel.

"No. three weeks, THREE WEEKS and he looked at me like I was completely insane for being upset. I mean I thought we were friends. Just because I go in there for coffee everyday doesn't mean we're friends."

"You are friends."

"Yeah, but not friend friends, we're just coffee friends. I buy the coffee and he's just my friend."

"WAAAAAAA WAAAAA" Davie, Ororo's new born baby started to cry. Ororo got up and picked him up from the stroller.

"Is he hungry?" Marie asked watching Ororo rock him.

"No, it's freezing in here, Marie. When are you gunna get that window fixed?"

Marie got up and walked over to Ororo, "I was gunna ask Logan to do it but then we got in the fight, and John left this morning so he's probably sanitizing the whole apartment. I know he knows its broken because he slept here the night it broke and Kitty said that he said he would do it." Marie looked out the window and noticed that someone was out front. She walked over to the window to look, "Ro, come look at this." Ororo came over and looked out the window over Marie's shoulder.

"He's good." Logan was outside shoveling the walkway.

"Yeah, I'll be right back." Marie grabbed her coat and pulled it on as she walked out the door, "Hey, you and me should get in fights more often, I need the window fixed."

"You think everything is your business!" Logan yelled at her, "Everything is about you, well here's a clue something's are not about you!"

"Why are you yelling at me?" Marie asked.

"If I want to move in with Jean it concerns her and it concerns me and that is it!"

"Yeah, I know."

"It does not concern you, it is none of your business. I don't have to tell you ANYTHING!! And you don't have the right to make me feel guilty because I didn't tell you anything."

"I wasn't tryi.." Logan ignored her and kept ranting.

"I have been tying my own shoes since I was four. I have repaired my own car since I was fourteen, and I have been making my own decisions since I could crawl!!"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Marie asked staring at him wide- eyed.

"I OWE YOU NOTHING!!" he yelled at her.

"Fine" she screamed back.

"Nothing!"

"FINE."

"And shovel your walk! It is a safety hazarded and you can't just walk past it and ignore the fact that the snow is up to your ASS!!" He started toward his truck, still carrying the shovel.

"You've got my shovel!!!" Marie yelled watching him throw it into the back of his truck.

"I loaned it to you three years ago," he got into the truck and pulled out of the driveway.

Marie turned around and stormed back into the house, "I swear, Ro, he makes me so mad sometimes."

"Marie, you do realize that he has a point. He's married and now he's living with his wife. It doesn't mean it's the end of the world, he would have told you but he doesn't owe it to you the moment it happens." Ro put Davie in his stroller and put her arm around Marie, "I have to go, it's freezing in here and it's not good for Davie. Call me later and think about what I said."

Logan parked behind the dinner and hit the steering wheel. WHAT IS HER PROBLEM? I don't have to tell her everything! She not my wife, she's not my mother, SHE'S NOT EVEN MY SISTER. I don't have to tell her when I move. I don't even have to do things for her. GOD, I've spent the last ten years at her beck and call and now she freaks out cuz I didn't tell her something. She didn't tell me about that Warren Worthington guy she was dating until it all blow up in her face. I was there when her great grandmother called her a charity case and she needed someone to hold her as she cried and I loaned her thirty thousand dollars when she couldn't afford to pay the contractor for the inn. I don't owe her anything, if anyone owes anyone anything its her who owes me!

With his mental ranting out of the way Logan got out of the truck and headed into the diner. He went to work at the counter and didn't even notice that Jean was sitting at a table in the corner.

Marie sat at the table in her parent's house. Her mother was going on about something and Kitty was listening intently. Suddenly the conversation turned and the attention was on her, "So, Marie, since you seem to be thinking about something so interesting that you haven't hardly touched your food maybe you would like to share it with us."

Marie snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her mother, "It's nothing, Mom."

Lorelai Xavier was a very sophisticated woman. Many people would say that she was the exact opposite of her daughter who hated most things that had a hint of sophistication in it. At sixteen Marie had been a rebel and did anything to be free of her parents tight grip. When she and childhood male best friend, Michael Higgins, had come home to an empty house and they had sex, she wound up pregnant. A month after giving birth to her daughter, Katherine "Kitty" Xavier, Marie had taken Kitty and left. She decided that she didn't want to live the rest of her life under her parents rule and she didn't want to be forced into marrying Michael, because it was something neither of them wanted that. She had jumped onto the first bus that arrived in the station and it took her to Westchester. She got a job at a local inn and for almost fifteen years got by with an occasional phone call and the yearly Christmas party. That was until Kitty had been accepted to privet school and Marie had to ask her parents for a loan to pay for her school. They came to the agreement that every Friday night she and Kitty would join them for dinner until the debut was paid. After Kitty graduated High School she was accepted to Berkeley and the debut was reinstated because they also paid for that. Though the deal was that only Kitty had to attend this time Marie loved spending time with her daughter she attained Friday night dinners with her.

"Marie, I have spent enough Friday nights with you to know that when you are quiet something is wrong, now tell me what is the matter?" Lorelai said before reaching for her wine glass.

"Mom, its nothing. My friend, Logan, and I are in a fight and I'm kind of upset about it that's all. I'll be fine we'll make up just like we always do eventually it's just taking a little longer then I expected."

"Logan? It's a man? Did he hurt you? Why is it so important you make up? Was he a boyfriend?" suddenly Lorelai looked like she was scared.

"No, Mom, he's just a friend. He's married. He didn't hurt me, we just had a disagreement and it's important we make up because he's my friend and he means a lot to me. Is that ok?" suddenly Marie was mad.

"Oh, for Christ sake, Calm down Marie. Lorelai if it was that bad don't you think Marie would have told us. I am sure she will take care of it," the stern voice of her father Charles piped in, "Can we not have a simple dinner with out you two having an argument of some sort?"

"Sorry, dad. I'm just tired and I'm not used to fighting with him. I'm sorry." Marie picked up her fork and started eating.

"So, Kitty, what are you planning for you birthday this year? Twenty is a big thing you should have a huge party," Lorelai asked trying to stay calm.

"Well, Grandma, I really don't know. I don't know very many people at Berkeley so I'm probably not going to do anything there but I figured we'd have a big blow out at home like we always do. Do you want to come? It'll be on Friday, so we would have to miss a Friday night dinner but we would still see each other and there will be food there." Kitty looked at her Grandfather and then back to her Grandmother.

"We'll I suppose we could stop by. Its not like we will have anything to do seeing as it is a Friday night." Lorelai took another drink of her wine.

"Thank you, Grandma." Kitty got up and hugged her grandmother.

Kitty and Marie were in their living room, "Mom, it's still freezing in here when are you going to get that window fixed."

"When Logan decides that he wants to come over in fix it. I can't believe that he still is mad at me." Marie looked over at the window that was now covered in saren wrap and Barbie band-aids. Suddenly the phone rang but neither moved to pick it up.

"Hi you've reached my machine I'll call you back." The answering machine picked up.

"UMM, Hi Marie. It's me Logan. UHHH I was wondering if you could come pick me up. I'm in queens……….. at the police station. Yeah so if you could come bail me out, I'll pay you back. Yeah, yeah, I'm almost done. Ok well this is my only call so if you could come get me I would really appreciate it." The line went dead and Marie jumped off the couch and grabbed her coat as she ran out the door, leaving Kitty sitting on the couch.