Disclaimer: I don't own them, just toying with them

Disclaimer: I don't own them, just toying with them.

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Rory hurried back to her dorm after having talked to her mom, she had to study before Finn came at 6 o'clock. Paris was still rummaging around her room when Rory walked in, but now the door was closed.

"Paris!" Rory shouted after she had collapsed on the couch "I'm back, did you find it yet?"

Paris opened her door and looked at her.

"Found what?"

Rory just shook her head, she was definitely something else. And apparently completely oblivious as to what Rory was talking about.

"Never mind." Rory didn't really feel the need to know anyway, she made a small break "I'm having someone over tonight."

Paris came out of her room and sat down in the armchair. She looked at Rory for a while, waiting for her to continue, but she didn't.

"Who? Did you make up with pretty-boy, or is it the No-we're-just-friends-Australian´?" She blurted at last.

"He has a name you know." Rory mumbled not expecting Paris to take notice of it.

"Oh," Paris mocked surprise "witch one? The Aussie or the pretty-boy?"

"Both of them!" Rory was officially annoyed, Paris had been far too observant lately. "And I didn't make up with Logan, on the contrary."

"So, it's Aussie that's coming?" She looked at Rory for confirmation, and saw her blush slightly "Good, he's far less oily."

She stated this while going towards the coffeemaker to put coffee on, but Rory could almost hear the smugness on her face. God, could her roommate be annoying. She stood up and walked towards her room, but suddenly remembered something. She turned around, but before she got to say anything Paris was already talking.

"Don't worry," she was still wearing her smug "I'll go to Doyle's as soon as he arrives."

Annoying, definitely annoying…

At 6 sharp there was a knock at the door. She was still getting dressed after having taken a shower, but at the second knock she heard Paris answering the door. She could hear Paris talking, and almost see Finn trying to get a word in.

"Hi," she said as she went out to the common room.

Finn was sitting in the couch, he was looking s bit scared, and Paris was in the middle of the room putting on her coat. She had her innocent look on.

"I'll leave you two alone," she said and walked to the door "You two kids behave yourself now."

Finn stared at the door for a while after it had closed; he had a weird look on his face, a mixture of worry and amazement. She dropped herself in the couch next to him, and looked at him as his expression changed to amusement as he looked at her.

"She scary, definitely scary," he grinned "I've never been scared of a girl before."

"What did she say to you?" Rory was curious.

"Nothing Kitten," he shrugged "she just said that she would strangle me with a tampon-string if we did the horizontal-mambo in the couch."

She could see him struggling to keep a straight face, and to push him over the edge she looked at him, completely expressionless.

"Wow," she made a move for the coffee cup he had brought "I guess that's only allowed for her and Doyle."

With a more than panicked look he shot from the couch, he moved so fast that he banged his knees on the coffee table. While bending down to rub his knees, he glared at her with a fishy look in his eyes.

"You're dangerous to be around." he said and whimpered as he touched a spot that actually hurt "Saying things like that isn't funny, just very scary. And now I will never be able to sit on your couch again."

Rory stretched out her legs with a smug face.

"Good," she grinned "more room for me then."

A that moment he launched at her, his hands heading towards her sides to tickle her. He was grinning out loud as she sported a surprised look, and the minute he touched her sides she shrieked. He tickled her till she begged for mercy, and promised never to joke about Paris' sex-life again.

They watched ´Breakfast at Tiffany's´ while Finn was sitting on the floor between her legs, his head resting on her one knee. She was fingering with his hair, and had trouble concentrating on the movie though it was one of her favorites. Finn on the other hand was absorbed in it. Every time Mr. Yunioshi came on he was looking filled with anticipation. He knew a lot of the dialogue by heart, and when Audrey Hepburn was singing he sang along in a nice, deep, melodic voice. After the movie ended he sat in front of her for a while, quite, enjoying her hands in his hair. Some time passed and he felt the need to talk.

"You know, the cat's real name is Orangey?" he couldn't find anything better to say.

"No, I didn't." she seemed not to find it a weird thing to say at all.

After another pause it was her turn to speak.

"Tell me about you?"

"What do you want to know?" he wasn't sure how much he wanted her to know. He had done a lot of things he wasn't too proud of.

"I don't know. Something. About your family maybe, how you ended up here."

He turned around half way, till his head leaned on her one leg. They were now able to have eye contact, and he looked up at her smiling.

"Okay, what do you want to hear first Kitten?"

"You're stalling…" she accused.

"Yes," he just said "So, from the beginning. My mum was Australian; she went here to go to college. In her second year she met my farther, and, as you probably figured out, she got pregnant. His family was terrified, she came from a family with money, but not like his had, and they didn't like it. He was trying to be a rebel, and married her, and moved back to Australia with her, but his family cut him off. With no money, and a wife and a baby to support, he soon realized that he couldn't survive without his family's money. And after only a year he moved back, and his parents tried to get him to sew for custody. He wouldn't, and I grew up on my mothers' farm back in Australia. When I was fifteen she got cancer, and two years later she died. I didn't have anybody left, my grandparents died two years earlier, and my mom was an only child. I had to go and stay with my dad."

He held a brake, and looked at her. Her fingers had found his hair again, and they were gently caressing him, while her facial expression was painfully sad. She looked on the verge of tears, and his hand found hers and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm… so sorry…" she stuttered.

"its okay," he said "It wasn't too bad. My dad turned out to be an okay guy; he had even tried to get his family to accept her so she could move back here. And as it turned out he hadn't even found a new wife, actually they never got divorced, neither of them ever filed the papers."

He still held her hand, and now she was playing with his fingers. Then she lifted his hand to her mouth, and kissed it. He got up form the floor, and sat down in the couch, turned so he was facing her. He let his fingers trace down one side of her face, and she leaned into the touch.

"But she never would have left," he continued "she was a real country-girl. She liked to have dirt under her fingernails, and to be around the horses and the sheep. I can't imagine her hosting a DAR-meeting."

This made Rory imagine her grandmother on an Australian ranch, and she smiled ironically. She couldn't imagine Emily Gilmore, not hosting something.

"I still have the ranch, I love being there, and everything reminds me of her. Once in a while I go over there, if I feel like I'm starting to forget her." he said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself.

He was still caressing her face, his fingers reaching down further, now stroking her jaw and continuing down to her collarbone. He leaned in and kissed her ear, and nuzzled his nose against her neck.

"The rest of the story is as you could expect, I met Logan and Colin in high school, we became friends and we all went here."

While he was talking his hands never stopped caressing her, and when he stopped he moved his mouth onto her neck, and kissed her lightly. She started to breathe faster, and leaned against him. She never wanted this to stop. Never. But as soon as her hands touched his chest, he seemed to freeze. He backed away from her, and went on with his story.

"My dad did what he could to make the lost years up to me, he spent as much time with me as he could, and now we have a great relationship. It did cost though. I drink when I miss her, it the only way I get by, and he tried to make me stop. After that we didn't talk for almost a year, the year we tried to sail around the world. But not we're okay, he looks the other way when I drink, and I try not to get in trouble so I have to involve him. It works for us. Mainly because I know he misses her too."

Rory leaned in and kissed him lightly on his mouth.

"I'm not gonna leave you!"

He was quite for a long time.

"Everybody does eventually." he then sighed, and she noticed a tear in the edge of his eye.

She threw herself into his arms and crashed her lips into his, and kissed him passionately. Her hands were stroking his hair, his cheeks, and his back. Their tongues were wrestling, neither ever able to get the upper hand. His hands were on her body again, trying to touch every part of her, as if she would fade away in an instant. They were both breathing heavily as they withdrew from the kiss, and she locked her eyes with his immediately.

"I won't."