Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N: It's been awhile, I know. I have had hardly any computer time and I shouldn't really be on here right now, not until I get my glasses. Sigh. Reading glasses. This is kind of a nothing chapter but I like it and I'm happy with the way it worked out. It just kind of flowed. Happy reading! Evie. xx

Summary: The voice on the answering machine. The picture on the entertainment. Both are eerily, uncannily familiar. L/R/T in London.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Gilmore Girls in anyway.

Chapter Eleven

"Rory?" Logan called, pushing open the apartment door. He made his way in and dropped three steaming bags on the dining room table. "I bought home food."

"You're a lifesaver," Rory croaked from the general direction of her room. "I started to cook.

"I can see that," he replied, taking in the array of pans and ingredients that were scattered around the kitchen. He walked over to the archway that separated the hallway from the rest of the house and peered down the hall. He laughed when he saw her. She was lying down on the floor, half in her room, half in the hallway.

"Don't laugh at me," she admonished him.

"What on earth are you doing, Ace?" he asked. He slid down and sat so his back was against the wall and his feet reached to the other wall. He placed a hand on her forehead and frowned. "You're burning up, Ace."

"I don't feel so good," she replied. "That's why I'm here. I got tired so I thought I'd take a nap before dinner and then the phone rang and it was Mum and I got so tired that when we were talking I just kind of flopped down here and I haven't been able to move since."

"Well, you have this neat of pattern from the wood all over your face. It's very attractive," Logan smiled. Rory shot him a 'withering' glare before rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I do try to be as graceful and as elegant as I can be," she twittered. "I even went to Madame Sacre-Bleu's charm school."

"It definitely paid off," he answered. He stood up and reached out a hand to her. "Come on. Let's get you up, missy."

"Don't. Can't move," she groaned.

"You aren't staying on the ground all night. You'll ruin your back," he said, helping her to her knees.

"I've heard that it's good to sleep on the floor every once in awhile," she argued, as he helped her heave her to her feet.

"Well, not tonight and not when there is Mexican waiting for us," he disagreed. He re-did the buttons on her pale pink cardigan and shooed her out to the living area. They worked together silently, pulling out plates, glasses and cutlery. Logan handed a bag to her and took two himself and they set the food out across the table. "Let the feast begin."

"Amen and hallelujah," Rory agreed. She got a plate full of food and then stopped. "I don't think I can make it through all of this."

"I disagree. I think that you'll be going back for thirds before I even finish my first plate."

"I think you're right," she said, after taking a few bites. "This is heaven."

"This tastes like its three days old," he argued.

"And yet you are still eating it," she teased.

"Has Tristan called yet?" he asked.

"Yeah," she answered. "He rang to let me know he arrived safely. Hey, did you get onto Cass?"

"Yeah, she rang me before. Why?" she asked.

"Just wondering," Logan shrugged.

"Well, I don't know why you would bother wondering. If you're worried about him being jealous or worried again, don't be," she half-mumbled. Logan put down his fork and looked at her.

"I'm not worried about that, Ace," he said seriously. His mouth stretched into his patented smirk and she relaxed. "Besides, Gilmore, I won't be the one making the first move. You will be."

"What makes you so sure, Huntzberger?" she asked.

"I'm a reformed man now. You changed me. Made an honest man of me. I would never make a move on another man's woman, not even you and especially not if I thought the woman was happy with the other man," he remarked.

"Yeah, well. I still don't know why you think I'd make the first move. I'm an innocent," she replied haughtily.

"Oh yeah. A true innocent," he mocked.

"Hey…" she cried. "I am!"

"I heard that Casey who works in advertising got engaged on the weekend," Logan said changing the subject.

"Oh yeah," Rory smiled. "To Lachlan. They have been going out for months. Everyone thought they would be married by now."

"Do you think it will be a long engagement?" Logan forced out.

"I think they will be married by the end of the month," Rory announced. "Casey is like that. Impulsive, risky, daring."

"Kind of like you used to be?" he asked.

"I was only impulsive, risky and daring when I was trying to get you. As soon as I had you, I didn't have to be that anymore," she admitted. "It still took a little bit of pushing but I was. Actually, the first time we kissed was because of something my dad said to me."

"The truth comes out," he whistled. "It wasn't just because I was so irresistible."

"Unfortunately for you, no," she smiled softly.

"Hey, what happened between you and Christopher. I always liked him," Logan managed to ask.

"It's a long story. And I'm not surprised you liked him. You two were very similar and he liked you too," she replied.

"That's why you and I aren't together. You could never be with someone your parents both love," he joked. "Seriously, what happened?"

"What makes you think something happened?"

"Come on, Ace. You clam up every time someone mentions him. I haven't heard of a single phone call from him or seen a single letter from him in the entire time I've been here," Logan explained. "Considering the amount of time he spent with us in the two years we were here together, that's a pretty big deal."

"It's a long story…"

"Well, share it. We have all night," Logan prodded. "And if it's complicated, uncomplicate it."

"I guess it's not so complicated," she sighed wearily. "And I guess I can narrow it down to three sentences. Things were going well and life was swell. Grandma and Grandpa were paying him to see me and be a part of my life. Life wasn't so swell anymore."

"Wow," Logan whistled. He reached over and took Rory's hand. "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay. I got over it," she shrugged, as a tear slipped down her face.

"No, you didn't," Logan said comfortingly. "And that's okay. It must have hurt a lot."

"It did," she admitted. "It really did."

"One thing stands out in that entire story," Logan admitted. "And that was that you said I was a lot like him. Rory, I would never do anything like that."

"I know," she said quickly. "I didn't mean in that sense. I meant you were alike in other ways. They say girls marry their fathers and I guess that's why I was so attracted to you."

He glanced down at her hand and she followed his gaze to her ring finger. "I thought you'd be wearing a big, shiny knuckle-duster by now but Tristan is nothing like your father."

"It wasn't a ring," she shrugged. She pulled the locket out from under her cardigan and flashed it at him. "It was this locket. Before you say anything, I'm kind of glad it wasn't a ring and no, Tristan is nothing like Christopher."

-

He couldn't say he was surprised when a small knock came on his door in the wee hours of the morning. Nor was he surprised when Rory walked in wearing a short cotton nightie and both boldly and nervously padded her way over to his bed and gently woke him.

"Logan," she whispered. He rolled over and opened his eyes, trying not to show that he'd always been awake, waiting and hoping. She bit her lip nervously. "Can I sleep with you?"

He shuffled over and let her climb into his side of the bed. She pulled the Egyptian cotton sheets over her naked legs she fixed the pillow before pulling the big quilt over them.

"Comfortable?" he asked, managing to keep his voice clear and sincere. He knew she was expecting a sneer.

"Yeah," she answered. "I couldn't sleep. I guess I'm just used to having someone in bed with me."

"You don't need to explain, Ace," he whispered.

He wasn't surprised the next night when she waltzed in and slid in next to him without asking and without explanation. Nor was he surprised when he entered his bedroom late Wednesday night and found her already asleep, curled up in her normal fetal position.

No siree. It didn't surprise him at all and soon he found he liked it, he really liked it. And soon he realized she liked it too.