A/N: I got a couple questions in the reviews so check below for the answers if you're interested. Thanxs.


Chapter 3.

Names, Motorcycles and Getting to Know You (a bit)


Logan drove through town looking for the road Leah had told him to turn up; he found it a couple blocks ahead and followed the road higher and higher up the mountainside.

He saw her bike first then her lying beside it staring up at the blue sky. He hoped she wouldn't run again, he understood why she did it, hell he had done it himself. He grabbed the food Leah had given him and stepped out of his BMW…

He walked towards her sprawled out lithe body, her brown hair splayed out under her, her face tear streaked. "Hey" he said tentatively, slowing as he neared her, she didn't move and he sat down beside her. "Brought some food. Leah thought you'd be hungry." He showed her the bag of food. She still didn't move. He lay down nest to her and stared up at the blue crystalline sky. He wasn't sure what to say so he just lay there lending support to this woman he hardly knew.

Rory could feel him lying next to her. Leah must have sent him she thought why and how else would he have been there. She must have told him why she ran like that. She would've been angry but she was too tired. So she lay there staring up at the sky.

"I never got your name." she said suddenly, feeling all of the sudden awkward of the situation.

"Logan." He said still lost in the sky.

"I mean your full name." She spoke staring at the sky motionless.

"Logan…Huntzberger."

She inhaled sharply at his name and paused before going on. "I've heard of that name before, I think my grandparents may have mentioned it." Which was half true she thought but the real truth was much more painful to bear. She looked over at Logan who still stared at the sky he didn't seem to have noticed her intake of breath.

If he had chanced a look at her at that moment he would have seen the hurt that shone in her eyes.

"I've heard of yours too Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, I didn't recognize you until Leah told me your full name and it clicked. You were in the news everywhere about six months ago. I remember my parents talking about how a nice young refined woman of Gilmore blood could run off like that. Kind of ironic now huh? However I don't think my parents will be making any sort of announcement everything will be kept under tight wraps." He stated simply willing himself to believe he really was a runaway.

"Huh, so I'm famous." She smiled sadly.

"You were my idol you know? You ran away from the life. I wanted to do that for a long time but never found the guts, and then I saw your face plastered everywhere. They said you'd been coerced or brain washed to leave, they couldn't believe you'd run away of your own free will."

Well they didn't know the whole truth she thought to herself.

"I thought you probably ran away from the weight." He said sincerely.

"Well I can tell you I definitely wasn't brainwashed but it was more than the weight as you call it." She sighed looking up at the sky that held so many promises.

He nodded looking over at her. "You don't have to tell me Lorelai."

She sat upright. "Logan don't ever call me that! I didn't even get called that when I was back there. I'm Rory!" She said firmly, cringing at the memories the name brought with it.

"Sorry Lorelai." He smirked.

"Logan I said don't!" She whined.

"Okay Lorelai." He laughed slightly, sitting up.

She sighed knowing he was just badgering her now. "Logan stop."

"Alright, alright. Just wanted to get you to talk again." He smiled at her. "Shall we eat?"

"Please, I'm starving." She opened up the bags of food.

"Wow that's a lot of food. What did Leah think was going to be up here the teddy's bear picnic?" he asked.

"No just me." Logan cocked his head quizzically.

"I eat a lot." She laughed. "I love food." He smiled in return glad she was smiling and laughing again. "I'm surprised she didn't give you any coffee."

"Oh she did I forgot in my car, it's probably cold by now. Oops." He shrugged.

"Eeek…you let coffee go undrinkin' that's a crime, blasphemy, sacrilege against the oath." She ranted.

"Sorry I didn't know you loved coffee that much it'll never happen again." He put up his hands in surrender.

"It better not I'm a coffee fiend. I'm practically made of the stuff." She joked. Pausing as she munched on some fries. "So where'd you go to school?"

"Huh?" he asked surprised at the question.

"You must have gone to school to learn how to run your Dad's business."

"Oh ya I went to Yale."

"Really" she asked surprised.

"Yep, I've got the sweats to prove it. Why?" he asked curiously.

"I went there, before you know…" She shrugged uncomfortably staring at the fry in her hand.

"Oh." He nodded his head and the conversation died awkwardly. Rory thinking about how their conversations always reverted to sore subjects. Logan thinking about how he always managed to bring their conversations to a stand still. At least she didn't run he thought gladly. They both ate the food laid in front of them, stealing glances of the other.

"Can you teach me to ride that?" Logan asked startling the silence.

"My motorcycle?" Rory asked a little surprised.

"Ya I've always wanted to try riding one."

"Well can you drive clutch?" She asked.

"Yep my beemers a stick shift." She looked over at the black BMW.

"You ran away in a BMW." She laughed.

"Well it was either that or my red Ferrari and I thought that would've attracted too much attention. Don't laugh." Rory was howling with laughter tears fell down her cheeks.

"Why is that so funny?" He asked a little offended.

"I'm…sorry…I don't…know…I…just can't…imagine…running away…in a…fancy car…like that." She breathed deeply controlling her laughter.

"Well I'm glad you could amuse yourself with that." He spoke dryly. "You owe me now for laughing at me like that."

"Alright" she said standing up. "C'mon." She walked the short distance to her bike.

"Sit down." She pointed to the seat and he swung his leg over to straddle the bike. "I assume you've rode a bike."

"Among other things." He smirked.

"Logan." She groaned. "Concentrate. Okay so a motorcycle is basically the same concept except totally different. You have the brakes here." She pointed to the right hand lever and the right foot pedal. "Clutch is here." She pointed to the left hand lever. "And this is the gear pedal; pull it up with your toe to shift up and down to shift down to a lower gear. This is the accelerator." She showed him the right hand grip and rolled it to demonstrate how it worked. "Roll back to go forward to slow pretty basic. Questions?" She asked in her most teachery voice.

"How do you start it up?" He grinned.

"Well okay Logan but you don't have a helmet so you can't go anywhere."

"Ahh. C'mon Rory." He pouted.

"No I'm not going to be responsible for the Huntzbergers only son's death." She said in a serious tone.

"Drama Queen." He returned lightly.

"Nope just a realist." She smiled. "Plus you'll probably fall and scratch my baby."

"Fine I won't go anywhere I wouldn't want to scratch your only transportation."

"It's more than that Logan. This bike is an extension of my very soul it's made of 600cc's of raw power, its single purpose is to go really really fast and to take me with it." She responded wistfully and proudly. Logan just shook his head.

"So" she said shaking out of her reverie. "Choke on, kickstand up, put her in neutral, then turn the key one spot and push the start button until she starts." He nodded and switched the bike on pressing the button as the bike roared to life.

"Now what?" He yelled over the engine.

"She has to warm up, give her a minute." She counted in her head looking at Logan sitting on her bike grinning like he just stepped into a candy store at four years old. She wondered what Leah had told him about her, whatever it was she was grateful he hadn't broached the subject. She reached out and eased off the choke and the bike's idle levelled out. "Ready?" she asked.

"I thought you said I couldn't go anywhere?"

"I changed my mind you can go forward and backward but no turning." She smiled. He grinned in response. "Okay so ease off the clutch till the bike starts to move then bring it back, so you can get the feel of it." He nodded following her instructions, rolling forward bit by bit. "Go ahead and roll on the accelerator now." She chuckled as he jerked forward. She watched as he experimented on getting the bike to move forward smoothly, and smiled reminded of her first time on a motorcycle.


"Wow" Logan exclaimed sitting down on the grass beside Rory. "I'm going to have to get me one of those."

"What and trade your beemer in?" she smiled.

"Well, I guess." He said a little unsurely.

"I don't think your hair could handle it." She laughed.

"Oh this ol' mop." He ran a hand through his hair. "It can handle anything. Seriously though thanks for letting me ride it even if it was only forward."

"Hey no problem I mean if you had dropped her it would've been, but you were a natural."

"Really?" he asked like a little child wanting to be gratified.

"Sure." She waved off handily. "Do you know what time it is?"

He looked at his watch. "Umm…quarter to six. Why?"

"'Cause I'm famished." She clutched at her stomach.

"What! We just had a huge lunch." He said stunned.

"What can I say I like to eat." She smiled at him.

"So you told me. Mind if I join you?"

"Sure why not? How about Leah's? I have to go there anyway; I think I have some serious apologizing to do." She looked down sheepishly.

He smiled at her. "I'm sure she'll forgive you, from what I got from her she seems like a pretty understanding lady."

"Ya she's pretty awesome. So I'll beat you there?"

"Beat me!" He grinned, feinging being offended.

"Oops did I say that." She asked innocently. "Slip of the tongue." She looked at him with her laughing blue eyes before walking to her bike starting it up and settling her helmet on her head and speeding off.

He stood there watching as she sped off before turning to pick up the remnants of their lunch. He never got attached that wasn't his thing he moved from girl to girl and on this trip from town to town but with her he had an intense feeling to stay a little longer and find more about her life, why she was here and what had caused her so much pain.


A/N 1: I got a question from sapphirestar820 (thanxs by-the-by!) about how Rory got an internship with the paper if she wasn't dating Logan and then why would Mitchum give her such crap advice. This is going to be brought up in the story but I can answer it now no problem, personally I don't like being confused during a story so here you go, :)

So for the first part I changed it so that Rory won that internship, Mitchum decided to have an up and comer follow him around; learn the ropes and all that while he was in town getting to know the paper he had just bought. 'Cause Mitchum seems like he would get a huge ego boost from something like that and because deep down he's got to care about the next generation.

Second I never really got why Mitchum gave Rory a bad review, if it was to make her drop out of Yale and the paper and her whole life so she could be a trophy wife for Logan he had to assume a lot and think of his opinion very highly. I think in Mitchum's self-centered mind he thought he was doing her a favour by telling her she didn't have what it took to become a journalist and in that sense it still works with the plot of the story. I hope that answers it (I feel dumb here but I wasn't sure about what you meant by w/e) and there will be more answers as to what Rory and Logan think of Mitchum among other things coming up. Thanks for asking if there is anything else unclear feel free to comment.

To coffeeaddict1515 I like Rory and Logan together on the show so can you guess where everything will eventually lead. Hee!

A/N 2: Thanxs again for reading my story! I hope you all like it! R&R please?

P.S. Sorry if you were bored through the whole motorcycle descriptions I'm a bit obsessed, with motorcycles that is.Anyway...