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(Flashbacks are in italics)

Chapter 2. The days of our lives

"Bye, Mrs. Donovan," Rory said," I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, dear, thank you. Here, pick a Popsicle." The old woman was holding a cookie jar full of popsicles in her hands. Rory smiled and took one.

"Thank you, " she said and exited the room. Glancing at her watch she hurried her pace. With a soft knock she opened the door of the room where she spent quit some time these days.

"Hey you," she said closing it behind her.

"Vorrei prendere lezioni di sci d'acqua," Logan exclaimed.

"What?"

"Mio figlio e scomparso!", he went on, "E stato rubato della mia camera!"

"Are you sure you're on the right floor, cause the psych ward is on 3."

He looked at her with a cheeky grin. "You're late."

"I'm sorry. Here I brought you a Popsicle. See? That's how much I like you." She sat down next to him and handed him over the candy.

He put it in his mouth.

"Goodie! Strawberry! Thank Mrs. Donovan for me."

Rory blushed. "How-"

"I didn't," he answered smirking before she could form her question, "it was just a guess. And I guess my suspicion was just confirmed."

"I hope your teeth rot away," She murmured pouting.

"Really mature, Ace."

"Would you stop with the "Ace" already! It's getting old."

"No, it's becoming a classic."

"You are so so so…"

"Charming? Witty? Irresistible?"

"Insufferable."

A week had gone by since Rory had met Logan Huntzberger for the first time. Logan Huntzberger. She didn't think much of it at first. It wasn't until the following day when she was absently googling Seymour Hersh that she came upon a photograph of no less than Logan Huntzberger. It was during some sort of gala and the two men were laughing unaware of the camera. It was then that the wheels in her head started spinning. Huntzberger… Huntzberger… He couldn't be the son of Mitchum Huntzberger, could he?

Rory knocked on door 257 and waited. After an invite she entered the room an greeted Logan.

"How are you?" she asked

"I have been better, but fear not. I will survive."

For a while she sat there taking in her surroundings. Looking anywhere but him.

"Rory?"

"Hmm?"

"Why do I get the funny feeling that you are somewhere else?"

She had to ask him. It was nagging at her since the previous night. Was he the son of the biggest newspaper owner in the US?

"Why I don't know, do you happen to know Emily and Richard Gilmore?" He smirked.

Rory was staring at him speechlessly .

"I take that as a yes," he said and offered her a cookie." So I guess you are the prodigal granddaughter." Still dumbfounded she took a cookie out of the box and blinked.

"You know my grandparents?" she uttered.

"I do. Good ol' Gilmores."

"And they told you about me?"

"Yes, such a clever and sweet girl. She wants to be a reporter. Yes, she was valedictorian at Chilton and so on and so on…"

Rory blushed. She had no idea her grandparents were bragging about her.

"It's not true you know."

"What isn't? Are you clever?" he looked at her with raised eyebrows, his dark eyes laughing.

"I think so."

"You think so? Hmm... Are you sweet?"

Her cheeks gained a darker shade of red.

"I …"she stammered

"You're pretty sweet. Don't know you all that well, but you came to keep my sorry ass company. I think that's pretty sweet." She didn't know what to say.

"Are you a girl?

"Yes."

"Thank God you're certain about that."

"Do you want to be a reporter?"

"Yes!"

"Till now you are an Ace in every aspect. Should I continue?"

"I get the point," she said defeated," I just didn't know they were bragging about me."

"Well they are proud of you. And they have a reason to be. You should be proud of yourself."

"Allright allright Dr. Phil, you never answered my question by the way ."

"Didn't I?"

"And stop answering every question with a question! It's annoying."

"But I'm proud of that skill," he said mock hurt.

She rolled her eyes. He was unbearable, simply insufferable. Suddenly his phone started ringing. Logan looked at the caller ID and sighed.

"Sorry have to take this one. It's God."

"Hello."

…

"I'm quit peachy and yourself?"

…

"Well I'm sure it's nothing the great Mitchum can't handle."

…

"I'm not trying to be funny, dad."

…

"Well what do you want me to do about it?"

Rory listened to the one-sided conversation. Watched Logan getting more annoyed with every word and could only wonder what it was about. Her question was answered though. He was the son of the media mogul.

"You know what? Fine I'll talk to her. Yes! Bye!" He shut his phone and threw it on the nightstand.

"Phone call with God, huh?" Rory asked with a smirk.

"Guess you have your answer," he smirked back.

"Yes, can I have another cookie, please?" she asked cheerfully.

"Insufferable!" Logan feigned indignation, "Give me the remote, will ya, Ace?"

"No! You're not going to watch "Days of our lives" again!"

"Yes I am!"

"No you are not! It's sheer protection. For your own good."

Logan pouted. The little wrench could not deny him his daily source of amusement.

He looked at her. Arms crossed in front of her chest. Her hair in a loose ponytail. Blue eyes looking back at him with plain determination. Her lips in a slight pout. His eyes locked on those lips. She was downright kissable. Down, Huntzberger, this is one girl you are not going to kiss or touch or… He wondered if her skin felt as soft as it looked. Huntzberger! Get a grip!

"Crazy woman," he said his voice slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat. " What am I going to do with you?"

"Cookie?"

"I'm not a K-9, Huntzberger."

"Fine! Then you'll have to entertain me!"

"You're not 5!"

"I'm bored, I'm in pain, I'm hungry. Don't mess with me!"

"What are you going to do? Throw your pillow at me? Or maybe you'll wobble after me with your ruptured spleen and shattered leg?" she was laughing. God, what he wouldn't do to kiss that smile off her face.

"Goddamn FBI don't respect nothin'."

Rory laughed again.

"What is it with men and The Godfather?"

"The Godfather answers all of life's questions. What should I pack for my summer vacation? "Leave the gun, take the cannoli. (AN: I borrowed this line from "You've got mail.")" He looked at her with a halfhearted smile.

"Fine," Rory said handing him the remote, "But I get to mock it!"

"You can't mock "The Days of our Lives".

"Oh there will be mocking," she said, "scoot over." Logan moved a little so she could settle in next to him and turned on the TV. She hopped on the bed and reached over him to grab the always present box of chocolate-chip cookies. Doing so she lost her balance and tumbled into his arms. The mere feel of her body against caused the need for a cold shower.

"Sorry," she apologised blushing, " I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," he answered.

She had no idea. His body was aching. Aching for her. He steered his gaze away from her focusing on the TV .

"Like sands through the hourglass... so are the Days of Our Lives…"

TBC

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