Gilmore Girls

Wu Feng Qi Lang

A/N: Hey all. I don't know how happy I am with this but it's an update at least. I haven't been into writing lately so I figure I just need to force myself to do it, to do something. And this is what I did. Happy reading! Gen. xx

Summary: Rory doesn't want to do this anymore. (Creating Waves Without Wind.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls nor am I affiliated with it in anyway. I have taken the title from 'Falling Leaves' by Adeline Yen Mah.

Chapter Ten: Some Lighthearted Fun

The groaning and retching from the bathroom continued. The figure in the bed sighed and covered their ears, feeling guilty, but still at the same time, wanting a moment's peace after pacing between the bathroom and bed for the last three hours and seeing their loved one in so much agony and… vomit. The vomiting had begun at 5 am and had continued almost relentlessly since 5 am. Finally, concern overtook annoyance and exhaustion and the person rolled over and opened their eyes.

"Logan," a small voice called. Logan sighed and shifted his position, trying to get more comfortable. He opened his mouth to talk but couldn't bring himself to answer. He closed his eyes and inhaled, once, twice, thrice before letting his head fall against the hard tile with a smack. He heard small, delicate footsteps walking towards him and in seconds, Rory was bending down next to him, pushing his hair back from his sweaty brow. "Logan, are you sure you're alright? You've been vomiting for hours. I'm really worried about you. Maybe we should call a doctor."

"Rory, I already told you, I'm fine. I must have just eaten something funny. I definitely don't need a doctor. Really, really, really don't," Logan protested. Rory hid a smile at Logan's protestations. She knew he hated doctors, and had since he was a kid, but she still loved to tease him about. She was a little bit evil like that, teasing him when he was in pain. (He was just so vulnerable, so easy to break).

"Okay, no doctors then. How about some Pepto-Bismol?" she asked, pottering around the bathroom. She picked up the various objects that Logan had launched from the bathroom sink to the ground in frustration. (Always ready to attack).

"Ace, I'm not so sure Pepto-Bismol will do anything," he said.

"Logan, I have to do something. I know you don't want to but I really think we should see someone. Let me take you to the hospital. It could be serious. You might need to get your stomach pumped or something," Rory continued. Her face looked blank and she tried to keep her voice neutral but Logan knew she was fraught with concern. He saw the way she was moving around the bathroom, wringing her hands and chewing on her bottom lip unconsciously. He heaved himself up and moved so he was sitting with his back against the bathtub.

"Rory, come down here," he said, patting the ground next to him. She tightened her white waffle weave dressing gown around her and lowered herself onto the cool tiles. "See, I feel better already. I just ate something bad. I promise I'm okay. I'd know if something was wrong."

"People don't normally spend three hours throwing up," she disagreed. "Not unless they've been drinking tequila shots all night."

"It's just a bug," he replied with some force. He winced and rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't have talked so loud. But, Rory, it's okay. You don't need to worry."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just that you're my husband and I love you so of course I freak out when anything happens to you," she explained. "And besides, you think this is freaking out? Don't you remember the time I hit my head when we were at that Rothberg party? I wasn't even unconscious but you drove me to the hospital and made them do every test under the sun and the only thing they could say was that I was going to have a major hangover in the morning."

"Which you did," he reminded her.

"Which I did," she replied seriously. She kissed him on the cheek and then recoiled with a small giggle. "Brush your teeth, mister. And if you're feeling better, come back to bed."

"Don't think I can move," Logan groaned. He quickly moved from his position and lunged for the toilet. He stuck his head in and threw up again. Rory looked on in fascinated disgust mixed with some more concern. "I feel empty."

"I can't believe there's anything left to be thrown up," she said, wrinkling in her nose. "I'll get you some water. Soon you'll be throwing up nothing."

"I feel empty," he groaned again after she'd left.

(But she made him feel full).

-

"We heard about your night cheating on Rory with the porcelain god," Gina smirked, as she cut into a piece of lamb.

"It was certainly an adventure," he answered her. He glanced at Rory and raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for sharing that with everyone."

"My pleasure," she shot-back, wrinkling her nose.

"It was just food poisoning," Logan explained. "They don't cook food properly in this country."

"Humph," Faye grunted, raising an eyebrow. Logan immediately shot her an apologetic look and she smiled, letting him know she had been joking.

"Are you pregnant yet?" Gina asked, brash and unsubtle as ever. Faye almost spat out the sip of water she'd just taken, Logan dropped his fork but Rory just hid a small smile.

"You told them that too?" Logan gasped. He spoke through the side of his mouth as if it were meant to be an aside not heard by anyone else.

"Yes, I did," Rory whispered back, humouring him. She winked at Faye and grinned at Gina. "No, not pregnant yet. We're working on it but. Night and day, day and night."

"You are evil, Rory Hayden," Faye trilled. "Embarrassing your poor husband like that."

"Faye, I think you're talking to someone else. I don't know any Rory Hayden's," Rory said, glancing at her friend pointedly.

"Huntzberger, right," Faye said. She shrugged nonchalantly. "I forget sometimes. Sorry."

"It's okay," Rory replied. "Not that big a deal. I sometimes forget too."

"You do?" Logan asked. "I never forget its Rory Huntzberger. I'm a bit insulted. I mean, I wanted you to take my name for so long but I didn't realise you still weren't really into it."

"Okay, I think now is the time we stop airing all our dirty laundry. Of course I wanted to be Rory Huntzberger, it's just I'm so used to being Rory Hayden," she shrugged, indicating that the matter was over.

"I don't seem to remember it being a problem when you went to Hayden from Gilmore," Logan continued. He winked at Faye who smiled surreptitiously.

"Logan," Rory pleaded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't know what I meant because I'm not sure what's going on but I'm sure I didn't mean it."

"Rory, I'm joking," he said. He let out a loud chortle and leant over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Wasn't funny," she grumbled, letting him kiss her. She looked over at Gina who looked confused and at Faye who was laughing. She glared at her supposed friend in mock anger. "You were in on it? Gee, how long did it take you two to buddy up? Maybe you two should get married instead."

(She could dish it but she couldn't take it).

-

"Wake up!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She stood impatiently at the side of the bed, tapping her high-heel boots against the wooden floorboards. "Logan, I mean it! Get up right now."

"Or what?" he mumbled.

"Or what?" she replied, aghast. "Or what? Or you'll be staying here all by yourself, alone, without me, without your beautiful wife not to mention you'll be missing out on the cheesy tourist sites of Paris."

"Rory, cant we just stay in bed?" he asked, transforming his voice into what he imagined a sex-god would sound like. He watched his wife who was dressed and had her hair perfectly coiffed. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms around her waist. She continued tapping her feet and he assumed he was supposed to take her silence as his answer. "Okay, I'll get up."

(Not that he wanted too. He wanted nothing more than to spend the day in bed with her).

"Good," she said, throwing her hands up in the air. "I never thought that when we got married, you'd revert back to your sleep all-day, play all-night self."

"Need I remind you that you were playing last night too?" he asked on his way to the bathroom. "And if you weren't so intent on being so irresistible, I might get out of bed more."

"Need I remind you that I still got up at an acceptable hour," she shot-back as an adorable flush crept onto her cheeks.

"Since when has 5.45 am been an acceptable hour?" he queried. (Since when was he brave enough to ask stupid questions? He knew she worked best in the morning).

"I got up at 7," she replied, rolling her eyes. "It is now 9 and the lines are going to be huge so thanks."

"Rory, you do know that I have seen everything a tourist should see in Paris, don't you?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in months. I just want to spend time with you."

"You will be spending time with me," she sighed. "Please, can you hurry up? This is really important to me."

"Okay," he said. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said. She slapped him on the butt and prodded him towards the bathroom. "Now would you get ready please? We're going to be late."

"For what?"

"It's a surprise," she yelled. "Now go!"

-

"It's a park," Logan said, disappointment edging into his voice. "I got out of a nice warm, cozy bed that I eventually would've coaxed you into and you take me to a park?"

"This isn't just any park," Rory hissed. "This is the park that Diane Lane and Thelonious Bernard come to in 'A Little Romance.' That's the clock that they meet under and everything. Logan, this is one of the most romantic places in Paris."

"Really? Because it seems to be a courtyard with a fountain and a million pigeons," he said, with his patented, trademark grin on his face. Rory seethed beside him and shook her head. "I'm kidding, Ace. It's a nice place."

(He did mean it about the pigeons, though).

"Hey, I actually have something to tell you. Dad's going to bring Gigi here in a few minutes so we can spend the day with her," she said finally.

"Oh, now I see why you wanted to get me out of bed," he answered.

"Is it okay? I mean, it was a last minute thing. He only rang this morning and I was so excited so I just said yes without asking you first," she rambled. "If you don't want to do it, its okay. You can go off by yourself or I can tell him another day. I just thought it would be nice and I really want to have a relationship with her, you know?"

"Rory, its fine. It'll be fun. Sort of like practice for when we have our own kids," he shrugged. (How could he say no to her when he loved her so much?)

"Really? You're okay with it?" she asked, her face lighting up.

"Of course. She's your sister. You should know her," he said.

"You are the best," she said, throwing her arms around him. She kissed him again and smiled up at him.

(Funny. He thought the same about her).