Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N IMPORTANT: I really didn't like the last chapter. I felt it was too cliche. This is cliche too but I just liked it better. So sorry! The outcome and half of the writing is still the same. 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 Twelve


"Where are you going?" Rory asked traipsing into Logan's bedroom and flopping onto the bed. She struggled to pull up her nude pantyhose as he preened his hair and made sure he was looking good.

"Out," he replied.

"I know but where?" she asked again, successfully pulling one leg on and starting on the other. She succeeded and sat cross-legged one the bed watching him. "Logan, where are you taking the poor girl?"

"Poor girl," he repeated. "That was an insult to me and her."

"How was it an insult to her?" Rory asked, a strange look crossing her face. She knew damn well how it was an insult to him and she knew he knew it was a joke but they were both in unexplained bad moods that night, ready to strike even when the iron wasn't hot.

"Because it's like saying that I only take poor girls out to dinner so I can flaunt that I'm richer than them so technically, it's an insult to me too," he replied.

"Logan, I didn't even think about that," Rory shot-back. "I was just asking where you were going and you didn't answer so I tried to take a joke and you took it the wrong way. What the hell is wrong with you? You've been in a bad mood all day and you've been taking it out on me."

"Did you ever think that I was in a bad mood because of you so no-one else deserved to have it taken out on them?" he hissed.

"Of course I thought that!" she cried. "But why are you mad at me? I did nothing."

"I have to ask you something," Logan blurted out. "When Tristan comes back on Tuesday, what is going to happen?"

"Happen?" Rory asked. "What do you mean happen?"

"Are you going to run straight into his arms? Are you going to tell him about us? What is going to happen?" he asked.

"What do you mean us?" she asked, shaking her head.

"Drop the cute and innocent act, Bambi," he replied. "Don't pretend that you crawling into bed with me every night doesn't mean anything. I know better."

"It does mean nothing," she sighed. "I told you. I'm just not used to sleeping alone anymore."

"Fine, there is no us," Logan spat. "But tell me, are you going to tell him?"

"Probably not," she answered.

"Are you going to be able to look in his eyes and lie to him?" he asked.

"Lie to him about what?" Rory asked. "Nothing happened."

"Damnit, Rory! Now do you see why I'm in such a bad mood?"

"No. whether or not has nothing to do with you. It has to do with me. It's my decision. I'm the one who came to you, it's my fault. You don't have to live with the consequences," she replied. She paused and sucked in a quick breath. "Is that really why you're in a bad mood?"

"Did you ever think that maybe I wanted you to ask me to stay with you tonight?" he asked. She lowered her eyes and bit her lip.

"Yes," she whispered quietly. "But I wanted you to stay with me without me having to ask."

"Like I would," he answered bitterly. "You have a boyfriend. I'm going to be late. Just make sure you aren't in my bed when I get home and be on your best behaviour in the morning. We might have a guest. You'll do fine sleeping alone."

"Are you sure you want to go tonight?" she asked quickly.

"What?" he asked. He stopped at the door and turned to face her completely. "As opposed to what?"

"You could come out with me and Cass," she suggested. He gave her a pained look and she gave him one back. "Did you really think I was okay with you going? I'm not. I'm jealous and I'm mad and I'm upset. I don't want you to go. I'd rather you were with me."

"I thought about not going," he said, chuckling mirthlessly. "But then I thought 'what's the point?' You're still with Tristan so I may as well be getting some."

Rory's face paled and for a second she looked as if she'd had the wind knocked out of her but then suddenly the look on her face changed. He was right and she knew it.

"I shouldn't have asked," she said softly.

"No, you shouldn't have. you know, Rory, I love you and I would give anything to have you back but you have to want me and you have to be mine exclusively. You're going to have to choose because if you don't, I'm going to choose for you," he snapped.

"What does that mean?" she asked tentatively, not really wanting an answer.

"If you don't pick me, I'm leaving. It's not an ultimatum. It's just what I have to do. This is pathetic. I've never been the guy that didn't fight for what he wanted. I've never been the one to stand in the corner and watch the girl I want be with someone else. That's not me. You know that's not me but you have stood here and let me be that person. Well, I'm not going to do it anymore. It's him or me, Gilmore," he said quickly. Rory stood up and opened her mouth to speak but he reached out and put a hand on her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes but he was overcome with the passion of the speech and reached out for her. Willingly, she came into his arms and willingly, she let him lower his head to hers and kiss her passionately. He roughly pushed her away and left the room without another word. She stood in the middle of his bedroom and listened to his angry footsteps stomping down the hall, through the living area and finally, with a slam of the door he was gone. She sank down onto the carpet, her legs unwilling or unable to hold her tiny weight any longer.

What to do?

-

"Look, I need to be straight with you," Logan announced when the meal was drawing to a close.

"What is it?" his date asked, her almond shaped eyes narrowing in an amused way.

"There's this girl," he said and she laughed.

"Enough said," she answered. She didn't seem mad or upset, just understanding. "There's this boy."

"Enough said," Logan repeated. He fumbled around for his wallet but she held up a hand.

"Don't bother. It's insulting," she replied. She laid a hand over his and smiled. "I'm glad we were honest."

-

Rory laughed loudly as she fumbled around her bag for her keys. She slumped against the doorway and threw her bag down when she couldn't find them.

"I can't find them," she giggled. She bent down and tipped the entire contents of the black bag on the floor and knelt down. "Help me find them."

Clarissa bent down next to Rory and helped her sift through the mounds of stuff that were littering the beige carpet.

"It's pretty good we're the only apartment on this floor, huh?" Rory asked. "Otherwise people would be very mad at us right now."

"I'm being quiet. You're the one making so much noise," Clarissa pointed out. "You're very un-Rory when you're drunk."

"I know," she smiled. "Isn't it great?"

"Fabulous," Clarissa drawled. She found a shiny silver Oroton key-ring in the shape of an O and swung it in Rory's face. "We're in business, love."

"Oh, good. I am dying to get out of this stupid skirt and into some track pants," Rory gasped. She fiddled around and eventually got the key to stick into the lock. She over-balanced and fell in with the door when it swung open, landing just inside her front door. She and Clarissa began to laugh loudly and hysterically. Rory crawled out of the way and made room for Clarissa to come in.

"You don't want to get your stuff?" Clarissa asked, pointing at the contents of Rory's handbag. Rory reached out and pulled it all in, leaving just to the side of the door.

"There is someone in my kitchen," Rory said. She stood up and made her way over to a pretty brunette that she recognized as an anchor woman for an English television channel. The lady was standing at the coffee pot wearing a red silk dressing gown that Rory recognized as an old one of hers.

"I guess you own this place," the woman said. She smiled and offered a hand. "Christina Alders."

"Rory Gilmore," she replied, letting Christina shake her hand.

"This must be pretty strange," she continued. "Walking to find another woman at your kitchen bench."

"I had some warning," Rory admitted. "I just wasn't expecting you to be wearing my dressing gown."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't realise this was yours," Christina said awkwardly. Clarissa had flopped onto the couch by then and was watching the exchange with interest.

"It's okay. It's an old one. I'd forgotten I had it," Rory frowned. Christina opened her mouth to say something but Rory quickly spoke. "Christina, when you go back to Logan, can you please tell him that I've made my decision? He'll know what you mean."

"This isn't what you think," Christina said, quickly.

"And how do you know what I think this is? If you think I think you're sleeping with him, the answer is no. I know Logan and I know his type. You're way too smart to be sleeping with him. And you're definitely a girlfriend girl, not a one of the many type. Unless I got you wrong and you're actually a hooker because I can see that being the case too," Rory replied. "So, I don't know why you're here exactly or why you're in my clothes but you're sure as hell overstaying your welcome in my house at my kitchen bench with my coffee maker and my mugs and with my man. You look like you're an intelligent woman so I don't know what Logan was playing at bringing you here but it sure as hell worked and I suddenly feel dizzy."

Rory quickly fled to the confines of her bathroom leaving Clarissa alone with the brunette.

"I'm really sorry about that. I'm not even sure it made sense. Rory tends not to make sense when she's drunk. Or mad or jealous for that matter," Clarissa shrugged. "She didn't mean any of it, I swear. She'll probably call the station and apologise tomorrow."

"I just want you to know that I didn't sleep with Logan," she explained. "We decided to come back here for coffee and it started raining and my clothes got wet so when we got here we put my clothes in the dryer and I put this on. I didn't know it was hers and we didn't think you'd be home this early otherwise I would never have come. Logan loves her and I'm judging by that little rant that she loves him too."

"I guess it just took quarter of a bottle of tequila and you to realise what we all realise," Clarissa shrugged.

-

"I hear you met Christina," Logan said. He lowered himself onto the tiled floor and rubbed her back. Rory groaned and moved so she was in his arms. "She said you asked her to tell me you'd made a choice."

"Clarissa told me what happened. With the rain, the coffee and the clothes."

"Ace," he whispered.

"I want you," she whispered. She started to whimper both from the alcohol and the relief of finally knowing, of finally telling him. "I saw you with her and I began to think 'what if I've missed my chance to tell him I love him and he's the one I want?' I couldn't live with that and I know deep down that you could never have married her with me still around but I just didn't even want to contemplate it. Logan, I have been so stupid and so blind. And I feel really sick."

She moved herself away from him and heaved into the toilet. He looked at her, his heart breaking. He hated seeing her in such pain. She began to sob softly and he rubbed her back.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here, Ace," he comforted her. Her sobs ceased and she moved so her head was resting on his lap. He looked down at her, into her face, his eyes narrowed and brow crinkled in concern. "I know you felt that when you saw Christina but do you still feel that way now?"

"It seemed so easy," she continued, not answering him. "So convenient. It's almost like Tristan left us alone so we would realise we belonged together."

"What do you mean realise, Ace?" he asked, his voice full of emotion. "I always knew it. It was you that needed convincing."

"I'm convinced now," she replied. She leaned into him and she felt his lips softly kissing her hair. They were silent, content to just be, and in the arms of the man she loved, Rory's cries ceased. "I'm surprised you want me back. I dumped you so cruelly and so unnecessarily."

"I got over it," he shrugged. He swallowed and finally asked the question that was on both their lips. "What are we going to do? About Tristan?"

"I don't know. We'll figure it out. I think he already knows," Rory admitted. "Are you going to be okay with us? I mean when he comes back? He's going to hug me and kiss me before I get the chance to tell him. I mean, I can't tell him over the phone."

"I'll have to be okay with it," Logan shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but Rory knew better. She looked up at him. "So, I'll be jealous for awhile but it won't be any worse than it was when I didn't have you."

"Oh my gosh," Rory said, sitting up suddenly. She winced and regretted it immediately. After a few breaths of air, she continued her thought. "I'm going to have to call Christina tomorrow and apologise."