The Aftermath

by Michaelover101

Sequel to 'The Bombshell'. Rory and Logan are dealing with the aftermath of being married. Rogan.

13. You're Her Danny

Part 13: You're Her Danny.

Looking at the clock on his desk he sighed. It was one in the afternoon and he was bored. He found himself wondering what Rory was up to. Two months had passed since their first time after the wedding and things had gotten a lot better. Though they still had their fights, things were usually sorted out quickly and they rarely went to bed mad, though if they did, Logan would just stroke her back and she'd get over it, turn around and give him one of her sexy bedroom smirks before kissing him.

Making his decision, he turned off the computer and calculated the time it would take him to get home. It was one thirty now, Rory got home by two thirty after her class and showered. If he left now, he could probably get home before her and run a bath for her. Smirking to himself he grabbed his briefcase and left, telling his secretary he was leaving for the day and went down to his car.

Throwing his stuff onto the passenger seat, he climbed in to the car and backed out, driving towards home.

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Rory welcomed the feel of the warm water sliding down her body, in her hair and down. She was hoping that the shower would refresh and wake her up just enough to allow her to study before catching a quick nap and having dinner with Logan.

Her eyes opened slowly when she felt a hand creep around her waist, settling on her stomach and pulling her back against a strong chest.

"Mhmm, Finn, I knew you'd come," she teased.

"Funny girl," Logan whispered leaning down and kissing her neck.

"What are you doing home?"

"Why, expecting someone else?"

"Well, Finn does have a two o'clock appointment," Rory said, closing her eyes again and letting the back of her head lean against his shoulder. "What are you really doing home?"

"Missed you," he murmured, sucking on the soft patch of skin between her neck and collarbone.

"So you came home early to take a shower with me?"

"Mhmm."

"Sweet boy," Rory whispered leaning up and kissing him softly. She felt him slowly turn her around, so her arms wrapped around his neck. "But you have a lot of work to do," she murmured before he took the kiss too far.

"I was bored."

"You're always bored," she laughed as she maneuvered her way around the shower, so Logan was standing underneath the spray.

"You're home early too," he accused leaning his head back to wet his hair before looking down at his wife. "You weren't due to be back for about another half an hour. I was supposed to beat you home."

"I wasn't feeling well," she told him tightening her arms around him. "Tired, no energy." She kissed his collarbone.

"Do you think you can manage to scrounge up some energy for your husband?"

Rory smiled up at him. "Oh, I think I have a little bit left."

"Good," he said before taking her mouth with his, moving slowly, taking all the time in the world. His arms tightened around her waist pulling her closer to his body, their tongues caressing each other slowly, their hands roaming each other's bodies.

Rory pulled back and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his collarbone as the water rushed in between them. She could feel the water temperature lowering as their body temperature rose. But at this moment all she cared about was what she and Logan were planning on doing.

She felt Logan shift them, her back hitting against the shower wall. She felt his fingers move lightly down her side, his thumb brushing against the side of her breast down and lower until it reached her thigh. He lifted it hooking it around his waist. Rory gasped as his fingers trailed up, skimming her most intimate parts.

"Oh god," she muttered, causing Logan to smirk. He moved his hand and lifted her up, resulting in her hooking the other leg around his waist. He shut off the water in the shower, holding her closer to him, but keeping her against the wall. She smiled lightly before skimming her fingers down his wet chest, traveling lower until she reached his hardened member. He watched her lick her lips before gripping him.

He groaned lowering his head on her shoulder as she pumped him agonizingly slow. Taking her small hand into his, he removed it and opened the shower door, carefully getting out.

She gripped his neck bringing him closer so she could kiss him, biting his lower lip before sucking it lightly. She felt her bottom hit the cold surface of the counter and heard the sound of clattering as she assumed things hit the floor. Logan's hand hit the foggy mirror behind her as he got his balance and kissed her, his tongue finding its way into her mouth.

She groaned as their hips met, his pelvic bone teasing her. Taking them both out of their misery, he thrust into her. She broke away from their kiss, arching her back and leaning her head against the mirror, her breathing coming out in short gasps as he thrust in and out, his own breathing puffing out against her chest where his head lay.

Hers legs tightened around his waist, meeting each of his thrusts for one of her own. "Fuck, Rory," she heard him mutter as he thrust harder. She felt the familiar stirring in her belly as her climax built. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, Logan's hand gripping her hip while the other curled against the glass of the mirror.

They came together, calling out the other's name, going up then coming down, both trying hard to catch their breaths. He moved his head from her chest to see her smiling at him, her fingers rubbing his shoulder lightly, easing the pain that her nails had left when she'd dug them in. He kissed her softly. She responded and murmured against his lips.

"You should come home early more if it means this'll happen every time."

Logan laughed as he picked her up from the counter and lead her to the bedroom and on the bed. "Sounds like a plan, Ace."

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''Don't go to sleep, don't go to sleep,'' she chanted in her head as she snuggled further into the covers closing her eyes, but lazily opened them again and reached out for her cell phone on the side of the bed. Logan was in the shower, alone this time, wanting to get clean so he could go downstairs and finish things he'd neglected to finish when he'd come home early to join her.

She needed to study, but dialing five on her phone, she made a phone call she'd waited two months to make. Putting the phone to her ear she waited.

She knew that the minute everyone found out that Tristan had a girlfriend, they'd call and interrogate him about it. And though she was hurt that he didn't tell her or Jess about it, she'd let him be and given him space which was the hardest thing she'd had to do when it concerned friends.

Waiting for the phone to get answered, she watched the door to the bathroom open and Logan come out, his towel around his waist.

"Who are you calling? " Logan asked sitting on the bed next to her, running a hand through her hair. She'd been tired lately, he thought. She'd been taking too many courses and he had told her when he saw the load that she should have cut them down, but she refused, saying she could handle it. For the past few weeks now she'd been going to sleep early.

"Tristan," she whispered. "'Bout time I called him."

Logan nodded. "I'm going to change and go downstairs to finish some things. Do you want to order in or..."

"Order in. Grace has been working too hard, sent her with her family."

Logan nodded, kissing her forehead before grabbing the sweats from the end of the bed and pulling them on. "See you down there?"

Rory shrugged. "Maybe later, I think I'm going to take a nap."

Logan nodded again hanging the towel on the doorknob of the bathroom, before leaving the room. Rory sighed as she heard the phone continue to ring. She knew he was there, and she wouldn't hang up the phone until he answered and he had to know that.

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"Hey, babe, pass the noddles," Tristan said highlighting yet another passage in his law book.

"Here you go," Mia said sitting on his lap and taking the book away from him. "You have to stop studying," she said kissing him lightly. "You're neglecting me."

"You do realize that those two weeks in Aspen were meant for us to spend time together?"

"Yeah, but then your friends were calling you every five minutes."

"Exactly why I turned my phone off," Tristan pointed out with a laugh.

"Why didn't you tell anyone about us?" Mia asked.

Tristan looked into her dark green eyes and sighed. He'd met her last year in his Criminal Justice class and they'd hit it off. She was the only other girl besides Rory who hadn't taken his crap and he'd remind himself that he wasn't the same high school jerk he had been and treated her right.

"'Cause I didn't want to jinx it," Tristan shrugged. "Jess lasted months without letting us meet his girlfriend."

"At least you knew he had one!"

Tristan sighed. "I know, I just..." He shrugged. "I was going to tell them," he groaned out lamely.

Mia shook her head. "And now we're hiding."

"We're not hiding," Tristan said.

"We haven't left Boston for two months!" Mia complained, causing Tristan to roll his head back to hit the arm of the sofa and groan.

"Dammit, now you're making me feel guilty."

"Rightfully so!" Mia said smacking his chest.

Tristan sighed and was about to respond, when his cell phone rang out Frank Sinatra's Coffee Song. Sighing he grabbed it from the drawer next to he couch and looked at it.

"Who is it?" Mia asked.

"Rory," Tristan sighed.

"Crush?"

"Used to be crush, now best friend," Tristan corrected. "She hasn't called since she found out. And now..."

"Then answer."

"Oh no, she's going to start asking questions and I so do not want to deal with her. She's worse than Jess!"

"Come on, answer it," Mia said grabbing the phone. "It doesn't look like she's going to give up."

Tristan sighed looking at the phone as Mia got off and sat on the floor starting to study again. Sighing once more, he answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Jeez, a girl could grow old waiting for you to answer the damn phone."

"Yeah, sorry," Tristan said sitting up and closing the book Mia had put at the end of the couch. "How are you?"

"Tired. You know, two rounds of sex will do that to a girl."

"Oh jeez," Tristan groaned. "Not something I needed to hear."

"Did you know the shower is a great place to do it?"

"Shut up, Rory," Tristan warned, "Or I'm hanging up."

"Hey, you didn't tell me about this so-called-girlfriend, so I get to tease you."

"I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell us?

Tristan shrugged. "Just something that never came up."

"Never came up?!" Rory accused. "I asked you every week when we talked if there was someone in your life! You said no!"

"You asked if I had a boyfriend, Mar, not a girlfriend!"

"I asked you if you had a girlfriend!"

Tristan sighed. "Fine, I just wanted to keep her to myself. Happy?"

"Ecstatic which is why you are coming to dinner."

"What?"

"Yeah, you could have avoided this if you had let us meet her sooner, but no, I've got to find out from my mom who heard it from Josh! Josh! My brother-in-law! How the hell did he know before me?!"

"He and Honor ran into us in New York one day. It would be rude if I didn't introduce her."

He heard Rory scoff. "Bottom line, Tris, is that you asked for this. You're coming to dinner, your bringing this girl. If there is a girl." Tristan rolled his eyes. "And she's meeting everybody."

"And by everybody you mean..."

"Me, Logan, Evie, Finn, Colin, Steph, Jess and Joan."

Tristan frowned. "What about Paris?"

Rory laughed. "I wasn't sure if you wanted Paris there, what with Finn and his tendency to get naked. I thought we'd go easy on her, expose her to one crazy person at a time."

"One?! Rory, you're throwing her into a room full of crazies!"

"One, I resent being called crazy, and two, it's just in preparation of her going to Stars Hollow."

"Who says I'm taking her to Stars Hollow?"

"Uh, Valentine's Day Festival, duh! It's couples' weekend, you have to take her to that."

"Rory, what if I want to plan something special for Valentine's Day that doesn't involve a town full of mental patients?!"

Mia looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head. "You do not want to know," he whispered.

"Look, either way she's going to go to Stars Hollow eventually. So why not prepare her by bringing her to dinner on Friday?"

"Ror-"

"Great, we'll see you then."

Tristan sighed. "You're channeling Emily Gilmore."

He heard Rory growl and smirked. "Fine," he heard her sigh before her voice changed to be sugary sweet. Tristan rolled his eyes at the voice. "Tristan, my bestest friend in the whole entire world after Lane, would you like to join us for a nice dinner on Friday? I would just love to meet your girlfriend. You know, being the best friend and all."

"Let me ask her, make sure she doesn't have plans," Tristan said pulling the phone away, but making sure Rory could hear him. "My crazy friend Rory would like to know if we want to have dinner with them on Friday."

"You're taking me out?" Mia asked excited.

Tristan sighed. "If you feel like spending Friday night in a room full of insane people, then yeah, I'm taking you out."

"Tell her we'd love to. About time I met them."

Tristan hesitated before pulling the phone to his ear. "Ye-"

"We'll see you at seven, Tristan, and be sure to actually bring her, and not some person filling in for her."

"Fine, but you better be sane."

"No promises," Rory said before hanging up. Tristan looked at his girlfriend who seemed interested in the conversation.

"You have no idea what you just got yourself into," Tristan said before getting up to grab a beer. Mia looked after her boyfriend and then at the cell phone he'd left at the table. His friends couldn't be that bad... could they?

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Rory put her phone down on the nightstand and pulled on Logan's shirt before getting up out of bed and going down the stairs to the office. She opened the door to hear Logan talking on the phone.

"No, you can wait till tomorrow at work to give me those," Logan told the person on the other line. Rory yawned and walked over to him. He looked up and smiled as he continued to listen to the person on the other end. She pushed his chair to the side, letting her settle on his lap and curl up, her head in the crook of his neck.

"Yeah, I'll call you later, Dave. Bye," Logan hung up and wrapped his arms around her kissing her cheek. "Tired?"

Rory nodded. "Yeah, but the room was lonely."

Logan smirked. "How was the conversation with Tristan?"

Rory looked up at him. "Everyone's having dinner here on Friday. Mind calling Colin and Finn and letting them know? That way they don't skip town."

Logan laughed. "Yeah, I'll call them tomorrow from work."

"I'll let Evie and Steph know just in case the guys conveniently forget."

"Good plan."

"And I'll call Jess and Joan."

"Paris?"

"We're going to let Tristan's girlfriend get used to Finn first, then throw Paris into the mix."

Logan laughed. "That is a genius plan."

"Did you order dinner?"

"Not yet, I'll order in a minute. Why don't you go start a movie while I call in?"

"Are you done here or..."

Logan closed the document he'd been working on and shut down the computer. "Yeah, I'm done."

"Good." Rory settled herself further into his embrace making no move to get off him.

"In order for me order food, I need to get up. See what we can order," Logan laughed hugging her tighter.

"I'm not getting up, you're comfortable."

Logan smiled. Months ago Rory wouldn't even touch him, let alone look at him, and now they couldn't keep their hands off each other. He ran a hand through her hair and looked at her. She was a bit pale and he'd heard her throwing up once or twice in the last week.

"You feeling okay?"

Rory shrugged. "There's a bug going on around campus. Steph had it a few weeks ago, I might have caught it."

"How about I make you some chicken soup instead of ordering in?"

Rory raised her head. Raising an eyebrow she asked. "You know how to make chicken soup?"

Logan hesitated before saying. "I know how to open a can and heat it."

Rory laughed and kissed him lightly. "That actually sounds perfect, might settle my stomach."

"Good, now go start the movie."

Rory stretched, much like a cat would do, arching her back and yawning before moving off him. He stood up, wrapped his arms from behind, settled them on her stomach and kissed the side of her neck. "Are you going to the room?"

Rory shook her head, "Nah, I'll keep you company in the kitchen."

Logan smiled as they walked to the kitchen. He let go of her as she sat at the island and he searched the cabinets for the cans of Campbell Chicken Soup he knew they stocked up on.

"Do you mind if we watch The Power of Myth?" Rory asked innocently, emitting a groan from Logan.

"Not again, Ace. I think I've watched those videos more times than I can count."

"But I like it, Logan. Joseph Campbell makes me feel better."

"Yeah, well, Elizabeth Berkley makes me feel better, but I don't make you watch Showgirls every time I'm feeling sick."

Rory rolled here eyes. "You know I don't mind watching that movie," she laughed. "It's a fun movie to drink to."

Logan laughed as he took out a stirring pot and put it over the flame so it would heat as he started opening the can. "Choose another movie."

Rory sighed propping her chin in her hand. "We're not watching Braveheart."

Logan rolled his eyes as he poured the two cans of soup into the hot stirring pot, wincing when he heard the sizzle as the liquid hit the hot surface. He'd always hated that sound. "Can you hand me that wooden spoon?" Logan said pointing to the spoon in the glass jar next to her. Rory reached over and handed it to him, letting him stir the soup. "And I don't care what movie, Ace, just not The Power of Myth."

"Fine, Breakfast Club? Oh, oh, St. Elmo's Fire! No, Sixteen Candles!"

"Looks like Brat Pack night," Logan sighed, knowing he'd be up for hours watching the old movies with her. "What are we doing on Friday for dinner?"

Rory looked at him confused. "Having company... did you already forget the conversation?"

Logan looked at her offended that she'd think his short term memory problem had returned. He hadn't forgotten any of his conversations with her in months. Mostly due to that fact that when he talked to her in the office, he made sure to listen and take short hand notes on Post-Its so he wouldn't forget. "No, I meant are we ordering in or having Grace cook something?"

Rory shrugged as she got up and got two bowls from the cupboard, then two spoons placing them near the stove before going to the pantry to get crackers. When she came back out, Logan was lowering the heat on the soup. "I don't know. I don't know if the girlfriend is allergic or if she's a vegetarian. I wouldn't want to offend her."

"Maybe order in, sort of do it buffet style?"

Rory nodded liking the idea. "Yeah, that could work."

"What's her name?" Logan asked after some silence, pouring the soup in the bowls.

"Whose?"

"Tristan's girlfriend's. What's her name?"

Rory shrugged, "How should I know?"

"You didn't ask?" Logan asked putting the pot on the back burner and making sure everything was off.

"I was just trying to convince Tristan to saying yes to dinner." She picked up the bowls, Logan went to the fridge, got out two sodas, grabbed the crackers and followed her to their bedroom.

"So we're just going to call her 'Tristan's girlfriend' until Friday?"

"Pretty much. Then after that the guys will probably end up giving her a nickname."

"Why do you assume they'll nickname her?" Logan asked. Rory put the bowls gently on the nightstand, Logan closed the door and settled on the bed as she looked through the movies they had in the bedroom, trying to figure out with movie to put in first.

"They call me Reporter girl."

"Rarely," Logan pointed out.

"They shorten Stephanie's name."

"We all do."

"And Evie doesn't have one because she refuses to let a nickname get attached with her, something about buck teeth and elementary school."

"Yeah, they called her Beaver which later just became dirty," Logan laughed. Rory looked at him as he laughed, disgust written on her face.

"Guys are gross." She put the Breakfast Club in the DVD player before going to the bed and sitting next to him, handing him his bowl of soup before grabbing hers.

"What about Joan, we haven't nicknamed her."

"Éclair queen, but we don't call her that in front of Sookie. And Jess has a nickname for her, but they won't tell us. And I call her Rivers."

"Rivers?"

"Joan... Rivers..." Rory shrugged. "It doesn't stick though, Jess growls every time I call her that, and since she has a short name already, it's pointless to give her a longer nickname."

"So you're going to nickname Tristan's girlfriend?"

"It's inevitable, all the girls get nicknames," Rory frowned. "Why don't you guys have any?"

Logan shrugged as he started the movie. "You girls never named us."

"Not true, Tristan has some."

Logan gave her a droll look. "You never call Tristan ET, or Spawn of Satan, or Bible Boy for that matter."

"When I'm really mad at him, I do," Rory said. "And he always calls me Mary."

"But that's between you two. If, say, Finn called you Mary, you would..."

"Probably kick him where it counts."

Logan looked at her sharply. "Don't even kid about it."

Rory held in her laugh. "Sorry."

Logan leaned back against the pillows, grabbed a cracker and dipped it in the broth, then popped it in his mouth.

"You eat crackers and soup, weird," Rory said grabbing one and putting some noddles and chicken on the cracker before eating it.

"I like the crackers soggy," Logan shrugged. "I save the noddles for last."

"No, you're supposed to eat the noddles, then save the broth for last." Rory said, then thought of something. Frowning, she put her soup aside and looked at Logan seriously. "Logan, I need to ask you something."

Worried over her serious tone, he put his soup aside and looked at her. "What?"

"This..." she sighed, looked away, then back at him, prolonging the moment. "This question makes or breaks what we are."

"Oh jeez," Logan said lying back on the pillows, "What is it?"

"Do you dunk or twist?"

Logan frowned. "What?"

"Your Oreos, do you dunk them in milk or do you twist and eat the cream frosting?"

Logan frowned. "I don't like Oreos."

Rory gasped. "What?!"

Logan shrugged. "I'm a Chips Ahoy man. Not really into Oreos. Never saw the big deal."

"I don't..." Rory looked at him wide-eyed, mouth gaping. "I don't care how much money we lose, I can't stay married to a non-Oreo fan." She made a move off the bed, but before her feet could hit the floor, Logan grabbed her, bringing her down hard on his chest and kissing her.

"But if I did eat Oreos, I'd dunk."

Rory smiled kissing him softly. "Good man."

Logan laughed before she moved the package of crackers she'd crushed when he'd brought her to him and threw them on the floor, getting comfortable at his side as she watched the Breakfast Club roam the halls of their high school, her eyes drifting closed as Bender became their distraction, yelling and hollering as he made his ways through the halls.

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"So what's she like?" Steph asked leaning against the counter, looking at Jess as he munched on a cookie.

"How the hell should I know?" He watched as Joan grabbed a serving platter from the cabinet, as if she lived in the place. In the past two months they'd been over at Rory's enough times for Joan to know the layout of the kitchen better than Logan and Rory.

"You're his best friend," Steph pointed out, directing a Twizzler in his direction. "You had to have met her."

"Well, Tristan has kept her well hidden. I found out he had a girlfriend when you guys did."

Joan frowned as her boyfriend reached for yet another cookie. Glaring, she smacked his hand. "Wait until dinner."

"Yes, dear," Jess said retracting his hand. Joan glared once more before leaving the two alone in the kitchen. Steph watched amused as Jess watched her leave, eyed the cookies but left them be.

"You are so whipped," Steph laughed.

Jess rolled his eyes. He was glad Joan fit in with his friends. Though he wasn't as close to Steph, Evie, Finn and Colin as Rory was, he'd gotten to know them and considered them close friends. He wouldn't necessarily take a bullet for them like he would for Tristan or Rory or even Joan, but he'd have their backs if they ever needed it. Just like he knew they had his.

After Lorelai and Luke's wedding, Joan, Steph, Rory and Evie would get together every once in a while, talking and probably bashing the male race. He didn't mind. Once again he was glad Joan felt she could fit in with the society world even if she was the furthest from it.

"Don't you have your tight-assed boyfriend to bother?"

"One, don't talk about Colin that way."

"Uh huh," Jess muttered grabbing another cookie before his girlfriend came back in.

"And two, he's not my boyfriend."

"Yet."

"Right, yet, stupid Colin," Steph muttered. "I've been going out on lousy dates, even brought some back to the apartment and the bastard hasn't said anything." She opened the drawer where Rory kept the Twizzlers, grabbed another one and pointed it at Jess violently. "He doesn't say anything soon, I'm breaking up with him."

Jess frowned. "If you're not his girlfriend, how can you break up with him?"

Steph glared, bit into the Twizzler and ripped off a piece. "You shut up."

Jess smirked popping the rest of the cookie in his mouth and keeping his mouth closed.

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"Can you hand me a towel?" Rory asked as Logan finished up shaving.

Logan grabbed the towel off the bar and handed it to her. "Jess, Steph, Joan and Finn are already down there."

Rory frowned wrapping the towel around her body. "Where are the others?"

"According to Finn, Evie was at the library studying, waiting for a chance to talk to her professor about a grade. And Colin is at the office, finishing some things up for the weekend. He's planning on taking the Monday off."

Rory nodded grabbing her lotion, her hand knocking into a blue box on the sink. Frowning she looked at the box. "Logan, what are these doing out?"

Logan looked at the box in her hand and then back at the mirror. "Had to move them from under the sink to grab a new can of shaving cream."

She looked at the full box of tampons before shaking her head. "And you couldn't put them back?"

"I'm a guy, I don't like touching those things."

"It's not like they're used."

"Shut up," Logan said glaring at her mischievous face, knowing exactly where she was going with the comment. "Shut up. It's one thing for guys to know you girls have them, but it's complete another to know they happen."

"Once a month, Logan."

"Shut up."

"And it hurts, oh god, the pain!"

"Shut up," Logan said wiping his face. Thankfully he was done and left the bathroom, listening to Rory's laugh following him as he closed the bathroom door.

Rory shook her head again before looking at the box and putting it back in its place, a suddenly uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Frowning and excusing the uneasiness for nerves at meeting Tristan's girlfriend, she closed the cabinet under the sink and put lotion on her skin.

She dried her hair and braided it, so it would be out of her face for the night. She wanted the night to be as comfortable as possible which is why she'd instructed everyone to wear casual attire, jeans, shirts, skirts. Things that they usually wore instead of the coat and jacket, dressy get up these dinners usually meant.

The way Rory saw it was that it was a dinner between friends, and they hated dressing up anyway, so why make a big fuss about it. She wasn't Emily Gilmore or any other society wife and she wasn't going to wear some fancy dress or pull her hair tight and fancy just to have Chinese take out with friends.

Leaving the bathroom, she watched Logan pull on his jeans, catching the sight of his pelvic bone just above the waistband of his boxers as they rode low on his hips. He zipped up the fly and buttoned them up before grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head.

"Like what you see, Ace?" He asked ruffling his hair.

"Always," she smiled, "Now go so I can change."

He raised an eyebrow. "I've seen you naked plenty of times."

"Yeah, and if you don't leave now, you're going to get to see Finn naked."

Logan winced. "Shit, Finn!" Turning, he rushed out of the room. Rory laughed dropping the towel and went over to the dresser to grab her undergarments. The door opened and she turned to see Logan smirking. Going over to her, he wrapped his arms around her naked waist and kissed her.

"You start this now and we'll never make it out of this room," she whispered against his lips.

"Good idea, I'll kick everyone out."

Rory laughed pushing him away. "Go, let me change."

Logan kissed her softly before leaving the room and walked down the stairs running a hand through his hair. Walking into the living room, he saw Finn pouring a drink. Finn looked up and motioned if Logan wanted one. Logan nodded.

"Has Colin called?"

"He's on his way, just left the office," Finn informed him passing him a glass of Scotch. "Evie's also on her way."

"Good. Tristan should be here within the hour. Rory's getting ready..."

"Joan's setting things up in the dining room, won't let anyone in. And Jess and Steph are having a girl talk in the kitchen."

"Jess? Girl talk?" Logan asked, surprised. He never imagined the James Dean wannabe as a girl talk type of guy.

"According to Rory, he's the best one to talk to about girl things. Next to Tristan, though Tristan is squeamish about certain things."

"I bet," Logan nodded, never having imagined Jess to be the one to be able to handle girl issues.

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"Oh jeez, the cramps hurt so bad," Steph said.

"Yeah, in high school Rory used to hurt bad too," Jess said. "Chamomile tea usually solved the problem. She swore it was the coffee, but it was the tea."

"Tea doesn't work with me, makes me pee. My bladder's the size of a walnut, tea goes right through me."

"Sometimes large amounts of water," Jess said. "With Joan it's chocolate."

"What chocolate?" Joan asked leaving the platter and settling herself between Jess's legs, his arm wrapped around her waist, his chin on her shoulder.

"Cramp relief for periods," Jess said.

Joan smiled. She loved that Jess wasn't squeamish abut things like that. She chocked it up to him living with his mother all his life. He really couldn't be squeamish. Girls had periods, it was a human thing. He couldn't change it so might as well accept it. He'd learned quick to be sensitive around that time. While he put on a tough exterior, when he'd been with Rory and that time came, he'd been reduced to teddy bear status, rubbing her stomach and trying his hardest to make her feel better.

Now he did it with Joan and he'd quickly learned her little quirks when she was menstruating. She loved having chocolate around the apartment and she went into cooking frenzies, usually sweets, making Jess gain weight during that entire week.

"For me, it's chocolate. They're really bad?"

"Some weeks worse than others. Colin avoids me like the plague during that week. He'll barely look at a box of tampons, let alone buy them for me."

Joan laughed. "Jess stocks up on them."

"Are you serious?" Steph asked.

Jess nodded. "I see them on sale, I'll buy 'em. I know what types Joan likes."

"Jeez, you're like perfect," Steph laughed.

Joan giggled kissing Jess lightly. "He is, isn't he?"

"All right, I'm feeling too much of a girl right now, and if Rory ever finds out I, Jess Mariano, ever had this conversation, she'll tease me for the rest of my life. Now I'm going out to the living room and have a drink like the man I am."

"Love you," Joan called.

"Love you too," Jess called back as Joan and Steph giggled in the kitchen. He started his way to the living room, only detouring when he heard someone knock on the door. Going over, seeing as Rory let the aid her grandmother had hired leave early, he opened the door and saw Colin and Evie at the doorstep.

"Come together?"

"Nope, just ran into each other," Evie said. "Girls in the kitchen?"

"Joan and Steph, Rory's still upstairs," Jess said as Evie hung up her coat and went to the living room to say hi to her boyfriend first.

Colin slowly took off his coat as Jess closed the door. "Steph's in there, huh?"

"Yep."

Colin nodded looking at the kitchen door before turning and going into the living room. Jess looked at him oddly before following. Evie was sitting on Finn's lap on one of the chairs, while Logan lounged on the couch across from Colin who'd just taken a seat.

"Okay, where's Tristan?" Rory asked coming down the stairs, putting in an earring. "He's late."

"He had to drive down from Boston, Ror," Jess pointed out taking a seat. "He'll be here or else he has to face the Gilmore wrath."

Rory laughed wrapping her arms around Logan's neck from behind. She was in jeans, and a red long sleeved shirt. "No one wants that."

"The girls are in the kitchen," Evie said untangling herself from Finn. "Wanna join?"

"Why not?" Rory shrugged letting go of Logan and following Evie to the kitchen.

"Hey!" Steph greeted hugging Evie. "When'd you get here?"

"Two minutes ago. Colin's here too."

"He is?" Steph asked wondering why he didn't come to greet her. Shrugging she let it go. Things were off with Colin lately. "Whatever."

"Everything okay, Steph?" Rory asked, taking a seat next to Joan at the island and Evie sat across from them next to Steph who was still working on the package of Twizzlers.

"Dandy, Colin's just being an asshole as usual."

Rory rolled her eyes. "Oy with the poodles already. I'm so putting my closet plan into effect."

The girls frowned. "What?"

Rory rolled her eyes and motioned for Steph to continue on her 'Colin is an ass' tirade.

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They looked up staring at the large, looming house.

"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said they were loaded," Mia said admiring the house. It seemed so... daunting from the outside, so not welcoming. More like a boarding school for delinquents than a house.

"Logan's mom and Rory's grandmother bought it for them as a wedding present," Tristan said, knowing that while the outside seemed unwelcoming, the inside was its complete opposite. They'd made damn sure of that when the group had been assigned to decorate.

Rolling down his window, he put in the code, only to have it denied. "No, don't do this!" Tristan muttered punching in the five digit code he'd put in the last time he had been there. He groaned when it denied him access again.

"What?" Mia asked.

"They changed the damn code again." Reaching for his cell phone, he dialed Jess's number, waiting for him to answer.

"Hey, where are you, we're starving."

"Freezing my ass off in the car. Rory changed the fucking code again."

"No, she hasn't," Jess frowned. "She changed it two months ago, Tristan."

"Yeah, I haven't been here in almost four, idiot. Give me the code."

"I don't know, the idiot comment hurt my feelings."

"Give me the code or I'll turn my car around and head back to Boston and none of you will meet Mia."

"Mia?"

Tristan rolled his eyes. "My girlfriend."

"Hey, Ror, her name is Mia!" Jess called out.

"Count to three, Jess, and I turn around. One," Tristan started.

"24644."

Tristan frowned punching in the numbers. "Did they just pick randomly?" He muttered.

"Pretty much," Jess laughed. "Rory says to park by the garage and to come in through the kitchen."

"All right," Tristan said hanging up, having no intention of going though the kitchen. Knowing Rory, she was there waiting to bombard him with questions. He parked the car next to Jess's and got out, hoping the night would go fine.

He knew he was overreacting, but he couldn't help himself. He liked Mia and if Rory or anyone else scared her off, there'd be hell to pay. Going over to her side of the car, he opened the door and helped her out. He closed the door and locked the car as they walked to the front door.

"Tris, they can't be that bad," Mia laughed.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. I did. I'm telling you they're all insane."

Mia laughed hugging his arm that was holding her hand and looking up at him. "Come on, the way you talk about all of them, you love them all. They may be 'crazy', but I highly doubt they're that bad."

Tristan stopped and looked down at Mia, her laughing green eyes looking back at him. "If Rory starts arguing that, say, the mushrooms are angry with the shrimp, you go along with it. For your own sanity you go with it. Do not argue about politics with Colin, as fun as it is to get him riled up. Parents of any society set are off topics, conversation will go downhill from there." Tristan racked his brain. "What else am I missing?"

"I think that you're the insane one of the group, baby." Getting on her tiptoes she kissed him. "It's going to be fine. Now let's go inside. I'm freezing and I'm hungry."

Tristan sighed once more before going to the door and reaching over it, grabbing the hidden away key and opening the door before replacing it. From experience he knew the girls were in the kitchen, he could hear them laughing. So after closing the door and hanging up his and Mia's coats, he led her to the living room where the guys were talking.

"Tristan!" Finn said. "Glad you could join us, mates." Finn looked at the raven-haired girl next to him and smirked. "Pretty sheila you've got there."

"Hey guys," Tristan greeted. "Uh, this is Mia. My girlfriend. Mia, the guys. Logan, Colin, Jess and Finn."

Logan laughed, enjoying Tristan's uneasiness. "Logan Huntzberger, I'm Rory's husband."

"Oh, wow, nice to meet you," Mia said, shaking his hand. "I see you two in magazines all the time."

Logan winced. "Yeah, not the best of pictures. I'll go grab the girls, pull them away from the male hating ways."

"Finn Morgan," Finn introduced himself. "I'm Logan's best friend and my girlfriend Evie is a close friend of Rory's."

"Nice to meet you."

"The quiet stick-in-the-mud over there is Colin, he's having a bit of girl problems."

"Shut it, Finn," Colin grumbled shaking the girl's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Mia smiled.

Tristan fidgeted as Jess stood up and looked at the girl nodding his head. "Yeah, all right, I see what Tristan sees in you. Jess," he said.

"I've heard a lot about you."

"I'm not as bad as Tristan makes me out to be," Jess smirked looking at Tristan. "Hey man, long time no see."

"Yeah, school."

"Got to say it's fun to see you nervous."

"Yeah, well..." Tristan was cut off by his name being called. Well, a semblance of his name.

"Bible Boy!" Rory said running up and hugging him.

"Hey Mar," Tristan smiled hugging her back. He picked her up before setting her down. He had missed their talks for the past two months. "Uh, Rory, this is Mia," he said letting her go. "My girlfriend."

Rory looked at the girl. She was about Rory's height, her long black hair, braided, starting at the nape of her neck and ending near the middle of her back. Her skin was a bit dark, not tanned. Rory noted she must have some type of Native American descent. Her green eyes were piercing and her smiling face showed Rory that she cared deeply for Tristan. Her body was slim and she was in jeans and long sleeved dark blue shirt.

"Rory Huntzberger," Rory said shaking her hand.

"Mia Howard. Tris has told me a lot about you."

"I'm not crazy," Rory said. "I swear it."

Mia laughed. "I know."

"I'm Evie Channing. I'm the Aussie's girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you."

"Joan Edwards, Jess's girlfriend."

"It's great to meet you," Mia said.

"Stephanie Merdock," Steph said shaking hands.

Rory frowned when she didn't attach Colin's name to herself.

"Are you Colin's girlfriend?" Mia asked innocently.

"No," Steph said looking at Colin and then away. "We're just roommates."

"Steph, don't start," Colin groaned.

Steph shrugged. "Come on, we're taking you to the kitchen and welcoming you to the group the official way." She wrapped an arm around Mia and started leading her away as the rest of the girls followed.

"Don't traumatize her, please!" Tristan called before sitting on the couch next to Logan. He looked at Colin. "What's up with you and Steph?"

Colin shrugged. "Pissed I'm not committing."

"Yet. Are you serious?" Tristan asked. "Just tell the girl you love her, we all know it."

Colin shrugged. "She's been dating lately, bringing guys home. It's been bothering me and she knows it. She's doing it on purpose so that I'll say something and it's starting to piss me off," Colin said standing and grabbing a drink.

"So why don't you tell her?" Finn asked slowly, not quite understanding why Colin didn't speak up.

"Because that's what she wants. If she's so bugged by the situation, she should come and talk to me about it, and not bring random guys home."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Look, me and Rory learned it the hard way, but with a little communication and a litt-"

"Oh, save your psychobabble bullshit for someone who cares," Colin said nastily, sitting down with his drink. "You've been getting laid for the past two months. I haven't been laid in over five. You go through that, then we'll talk."

"Yeah, you're talking to the guy that went for almost a year without sex, Colin. I've been there," Logan pointed out.

"Whatever," Colin said.

Jess shook his head looking at Tristan. "Our friends are cracked."

"Now you see why I didn't want to bring Mia?" Tristan asked causing Jess to smirk.

"Just wait until dinner."

Tristan groaned. This was going to be a disaster.

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Sitting at the table, Tristan gripped Mia's hand. He had no idea what had gone on during the kitchen conversation and she'd just come out laughing. He sat next to her with the tense couple of Colin and Steph next to them, Rory and Logan were sitting at the heads while Joan, Jess, Finn and Evie sat across from them.

"I wasn't sure if you were allergic to anything, so me and Logan pretty much just ordered the entire Chinese menu."

"Oh," Mia said passing the rice to Tristan after having served herself. "I'm not allergic to anything, but wow, thank you."

"No problem," Rory said passing her the Mandarin chicken.

"So, Mia, do you have any middle names?" Steph asked ignoring Colin and passing the rice directly to Logan.

"Oh…" Mia served herself and nodded. "Yeah. Two actually, Lindsay Chloe."

"So your full name would be?" Finn asked.

"Why?" Tristan asked. "Going to do a background check?"

Colin smirked. "I have the access in the office."

"Remember, McCrea, I've got things on you," Tristan threatened. Colin blanched and tried to intercept the chicken before Steph handed it over to Logan. He successfully grabbed it.

"Amelia Lindsay Chloe Howard," Mia said, not minding the question. Tristan had had to go through a similar process when he met her family. "My parents couldn't decide on a name."

"So you and Tristan have had sex on a pool table?" Evie asked.

Rory laughed causing Steph to frown before laughing as well. Joan joined in knowing exactly what was going on.

"Where does the pooltable come in?" Tristan asked.

"CSI: NY," Logan said shaking his head. "Danny and Lindsay did it on a pooltable."

"Montana!" Evie laughed. "That's your nickname."

Rory looked at Logan. "Told you they'd nickname her."

"Aww, Tristan, you're her Danny!" Finn cooed. Tristan glared at the Aussie.

Logan rolled his eyes. "Sorry about this, Mia, the girls are a bit cracked. So is Finn."

Mia laughed. "Oh, it's all right. Tristan tells me you're all only children. It sort of explains the closeness between all of you."

Logan nodded. "Not all of us. I have an older sister. Finn has some younger ones. But you've got the right idea. Do you have siblings?"

"Only child," Mia said. "Begged my parents for a little brother or sister, but they wouldn't give. Couldn't keep their hands off each other, but nothing happened."

"Did you grow up around here?" Jess asked.

"New Mexico," she said. "On an Indian reservation."

"I knew you had some Native American in you," Rory said.

Mia nodded. "Full-blooded. But I didn't grow up lonely. Everyone's family on the reservation, we take care of our own. So while I didn't have any blood siblings, I have a bunch of spirit siblings back home."

"Nice way to look at it," Finn nodded.

"Oh jeez, let's get on to the juicy parts. How's Tristan in bed?" Steph asked causing Rory to laugh.

"According to the bathroom stalls at Chilton he's excellent."

Tristan felt his cheeks warm and Rory laughed louder. "Oh jeez, Tristan, are you blushing!"

"Shut up, Rory."

"Tristan's blushing, that's hilarious," Jess laughed.

"Remember I roomed with you in California. I know things about you that Joan still doesn't know."

Jess rolled his eyes. "It's a two way street, idiot. Me and Rory have more things on you than you could count. Like that Latin…"

"Shut up," Tristan said pointing his fork at Jess who smirked.

Rory put a hand to her stomach with a frown and got up. "Excuse me." She left the dining room hurriedly, Logan casting a worried glance over his shoulder as she ran up the stairs.

"She okay?" Joan asked.

Logan shrugged getting up. "She said a bug is going on around campus."

Steph nodded. "I caught it pretty bad two weeks ago, I could have passed it on."

"I'll go check on her," Logan said putting his napkin down and going upstairs. Walking into the bedroom, he heard her throwing up in the bathroom. Rushing over he went to her and held up her hair.

"Thanks," she whispered flushing the toilet.

"No problem." He sat next to her. "You're not going to school next week."

She leaned against the wall and nodded, not wanting to argue. "Okay."

"I want you to go to the doctor, maybe they'll have some antibiotics you can take. Something you can eat. You've been pale for that last week, tired, throwing up."

"I'll call in the morning, make an appointment."

"All right," he said grabbing a cloth and wetting it with warm water before cleaning her face gently. "I want you to stay up here, Rory, rest."

"But-"

"No buts. You stay here. You're sick, no reason to get the rest of us sick. Steph just got over it and Evie's starting to get a cold. I can't get sick 'cause then there'd be no one to take care of you."

Rory rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself, thank you."

Logan shook his head lifting her up and taking her to bed. He gently took off her clothes and shoes, grabbed the nightgown and pulled it over her head. He unbraided her hair and ran his hand through it. He covered her up and kissed her forehead. "I'll bring you some tea a little later. Rest. Mia'll understand. I have a feeling she's understanding."

Rory nodded. "Tell Tristan I approve."

Logan smirked. "I will." Getting up he left her cell phone near her hand before going downstairs, leaving the door open a bit so that if she called, he'd hear. Going back he sat down.

"She okay?" Mia asked.

Logan nodded. "She's resting. She'll be fine."

"Stupid Johnny Lofacs," Steph muttered.

"Who's Johnny Lofacs?" Tristan asked.

"Probably another of her dates," Colin muttered.

Steph rolled her eyes. "He's the guy that sits behind me in my English class. He kept sneezing on me the other day, got me sick, and now I've got Rory sick."

Logan laughed. "I'll make sure to tell Rory, so she can give him a piece of her mind." He looked at Mia. "And she likes you. I don't know if that means anything to you," he shrugged, "But she approves which is a good thing."

Mia smiled and looked at Tristan. "I'm glad."

Logan nodded before they got back to their regular dinner conversation.

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Rory stared at the door to the bathroom. She got up and went inside. She opened the cabinet under the sink and took out the box of tampons. The full box of tampons. There were supposed to be eighteen in the box. Lifting the lid she counted and found 16. Frowning she put the box down and began to think.

"Oh god."

Getting up and taking the box with her she grabbed her robe and snuck down the stairs quietly, making her way to the study. She closed the door, locked it and sat down at her desk getting out her day planner.

When she had moved into Logan's room, she'd been finishing up her period. She remembered, because Logan would rub her stomach helping her ease the pain in her stomach. That had been over two moths ago and as far as she could remember the last time she'd had her period. She'd been sexually active…

"Oh god," she muttered looking at her calendar. Her last marked period was that week. Meaning she'd skipped two periods. Grabbing the phone she dialed her mother's number.

"Danes' residence," Lorelai answered happily.

"Mom?" Rory asked weakly.

"Rory, what's wrong?"

Rory took a deep breath before asking. "If I ask you to buy me something, will you get it, no questions asked?"

"Rory… You're scaring me. What do I need to buy?"

Rory bit her lip nervously. "A pregnancy test."

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AN: There you go. There's your update. Hope it was worth the wait and next chapter will be up soon. I have it in my head, lol. I tend to say that a lot, then make you wait months and months.

Hope you all enjoyed!

Kassandra

P.S: Remember that I'm not writing in my blog anymore, I have a livejournal and the link can be found on my profile here or link is also on my old blog.