"Logan wake up," Rory shakes his excitement seeping through her voice.

"What is it Ace," he mumbles into his pillow flipping over.

"Wake up," she shakes him again.

"Nooo," he grumbles.

"Come on lazy bones, you're missing it," she yanks at his arm.

"Ace, we had a very late night last night," he turns his head to look at her clock, "I take that back two hours ago."

"Smell the air, smell it," she's jittering up and down.

"How many cups of coffee have you had," he asks looking at his over excited wide awake girlfriend.

"None," she answers quickly.

"Plus," he raises an eyebrow at her.

"Two," she grumbles, "besides the point though, come on!"

"Ace, after all the energy we expelled not two hours ago you should be dead to the world right now," he attempts to catch her arm and drag her back to bed with little success.

"Come on," she whips the blankets off of his naked body.

"Cold, Ace," he gasps as the cold air touches his skin, "mean!" Rory tosses him his sweat pants and one of his sweaters. "The floor is cold, he grumbles again pulling on the clothing that was tossed to him.

"So obsessed with the cold," she smiles at him.

"That's because it is," he slips on the pair of socks she hands to him, followed by his scarf and coat.

"I know," she exclaims bouncing giddily like a small child. She pulls Logan from the coziness of the dorm and out into the courtyard stopping in the middle of it.

"Why are we out here," he looks at Rory as if she's grown another head.

"Take a deep breath," she demands excitement lighting up her eyes.

"What?"

"Just do it or I'm going to start calling you Colin," she threatens.

"Hey, just because I don't like being dragged out from under the cozy covering into the cold at stupid hour in the morning doesn't mean I have a stick up my ass," he claims insulted by the insinuation.

"Where's your sense of adventure? In omnia paratus right," she presses her lips quickly to his.

"Alright, fine," he sighs giving into the craziness of his girl, "so what are we doing out here?"

"I smell snow," she stands looking at him with a big smile plastered across her face.

"It wasn't in the forecast Ace," he shakes his head wondering how long he has to entertain this before he can get her back to bed.

"Years of practice," she wraps her arm around his waist and leans into his side, "when I was little mom would always pull me out of bed and we would go for a walk through the town square. Until one year I was up before her pulling her out of bed…it's like a sixth sense."

"Mhmm," he mumbles not quite believing her, "saw two forecasts Lance Cranston, channel 6 said it would be dry. Kimmy Liston, live at 5, same thing, no snow for weeks—" he stops talking looking up as the first snowflakes start to fall.

"Hello again," Rory sighs dreamily looking around them and tightening her arms around him.

"Lance and Kimmy are idiots," he claims looking at the mixed emotions playing on Rory's face, "You should call your mom Ace," she shakes his head at his suggestion.

"This year I'm sharing this with you," she smiles.

"Yea well I'm going back inside now where it's warm," he hugs her tightly before releasing her.

"But—" she starts trying to pull him back to her.

"One more whiff and then so are you," he places a gentle kiss on her forehead before heading back towards her dorm room. Rory stands there taking in the moment before taking her phone out and dialing an all too familiar number.

"Rory…"

"Hi mom," she smiles at her mothers voice.

"I'm so glad you called Ror," she could hear Lorelai's smile.

"We never miss the first snow," she sighs, "even when we have our differences."

"I miss you sweetie," Lorelai says looking around Stars Hollow.

"Did you pull Luke out with you this year," she asks changing the subject.

"I did, he was all about how cold it was," Lorelai laughs.

"Logan too," she smiles, "he was actually the one who suggested I call…I think it was just so he could go back to bed."

"Well I'm glad you did…Rory I—"

"Mom I should get back I have class in the morning," she stops Lorelai not ready to hear what she has to say.

"Of course, goodnight Ror," she sighs.

"Night mom," she hangs up the phone, taking one more deep breath she walks back towards her dorm. Throwing on Logan's abandoned sweater that is hanging over the chair she climbs back into bed. Feeling her presence he automatically wraps his arms around her pulling her close to his chest and they drift off to sleep.

"Good Morning," Rory greets Paris as she bustles out of her bedroom running behind.

"Stupid C-span," Paris grouches.

"What," she asks perplexed a little slow having only had one cup of coffee so far.

"Stupid C-span has had me on hold forever and I've got to get going," she exclaims rushing around the room.

"Well, you're not the only one who calls C-span, Paris," she shakes her head exasperated pulling on her coat quickly.

"Right, there are a lot of us. Like the guy who asked the question about Iran's long-range missile production and nuclear capacity, then shouted Ba Ba Booie! Him they put on. Me they've got twiddling my thumb!"

Rory shakes her head, That is probably in their best interest, she thinks striding towards their door seeing her mug on the small table with a sticky note on it. She picks up her mug hearing it clatter she opens the lid to see enough change for her first five mugs of whatever she wants, Rory smiles looking down at the note, Logan had kissed her goodbye before leaving bright and early this morning to get ready for his classes.

Morning Ace,

Figured you might be a little pokie today

and it wouldn't be fair to the world for me to

allow you to go into it caffeinated!

Enjoy the snowy day, call me later!

M.A.C.

She quickly dumps the change into her wallet and sends him a good morning and thank you text before turning the door nob coming face to face wit ha tall figure she hadn't see of talked to in months.

"Dad," she stands there shocked staring at him.

"Hey, kiddo," he smiles down at her looking a little rough and flustered.

"What are you doing here," she asks regaining her ability to think.

"Oh, I was just in the neighbourhood, I thought I'd look you up," he explains regarding his elder daughter and her aloof posture towards him.

"Did you bring the baby," she looks around for her little sister.

"Baby's getting spoiled by her grandma," he mentions not realizing how much that would sting for Rory. The Haydens had never wanted her and they made that well known, but they accepted Gigi with open arms. "So where are you headed?"

"I have class," she deadpans as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right. College. Classes. I've seen Oxford Blues, I should have put that together," Christopher says shifting on his feet. "So this is your place, huh?"

"Yea, it's a little messy right now," she points as Paris comes back out of her room, "That's Paris."

"We've met. Hi Paris," he says waving a little as she continues to berate the speaker on the other end of her phone conversation.

"So, you were just passing through," she questions trying to get to the point of this conversation so she can get a now much needed coffee before class.

"Yea, I was in the area," then amends, "or the area near the area," pausing before he speaks up again, "so how about breakfast?"

"Oh, I uh, I don't have time." She glances at the clock again realizing that she officially no longer had time for caffeine she would have to go straight to class.

"It's the most important meal of the day," he exclaims trying to get her to agree.

"And the most skipped around here," she sighs pulling on her gloves and shoving her mug in her bag hoping to be able to stop between her classes. "Mornings are busy."

"Forget busy. Forget class. Play hooky, have breakfast with me," he says sounding more desperate every time he opens his mouth. "Come on. We can all go together if you want. Paris?"

"I am kind of hungry," she says ignoring Rory's pointed glare. "And C-span can kiss my ass."

"Okay, then, we're on," he says getting excited knowing that having Paris on his side was golden.

"Dad—"

"We can walk, we can drive, whatever—" but Rory has heard enough.

"Dad, no," she exclaims halting his thought process, "I have to go. I can't be any clearer, okay," she walks away leaving Christopher standing in her door, hearing a saddened 'Rory' behind her and all but running to class.

Rory rushes into the classroom moments before the silence falls upon taking her seat next to Colin who quirks a questioning eyebrow at the flustered, coffee less blue eyed girl sitting beside him. She just shakes her head looking tired as she opens her note book before going to grab one oh her missing pens. Looking around her bag in a panic cursing her father for interrupting her morning routine, Colin nudges her handing her three different pens knowing how she colour codes her notes. Rory takes them gratefully giving him a smile before giving the professor her full attention.

Dude, what's wrong with Rory? He sends the text making sure the volume is off his phone knowing the professor nor Rory would appreciate what he is doing, a few moments later he sees his phone flash.

What do you mean man? She was fine when I left this morning. He reads looking over at the girl beside him who is clearly not fine.

She rushed into class literally as it was starting…it looks like she was running and if that isn't odd enough Reporter Girl was sans coffee, doesn't have all of her class materials, she's completely unfocused and looks like she's see a ghost. He types back quickly and quietly hoping he isn't gaining too much attention.

Can you keep an eye on her and make sure she gets coffee before her next class? I can't miss my next class, midterm, but I'll take over after her next class. Logan sends him back. Colin smiles at his friends concern for the blue eyed bambi beside him.

Of course I will man. I'll let you know if anything changes. He slides his phone back into his bag and begins to take a few notes.

As class wraps up Rory holds the pens out to him, "thanks Colin, I don't know what I would have done."

"Keep them for your next class Reporter Girl," he says ignoring her outstretched hand.

"I'll just run back to the dorm and grab mine," she insists.

"You won't have time to get coffee then," he points out knowing her weakness.

"Fine, you win," she says placing them in the front of her bag, "I am warning you though, it is possible you will never see them again."

"No worries Rory, plenty more where that came from," he smiles as they move down the steps towards the front of the classroom. "So, are you going to tell me why you were running in here like a mad woman this morning?"

"It was just a frazzled morning," she says looking over at him walking towards the nearest coffee cart and pulling out her mug, "do you want anything?"

"No, I'm good," he chuckles watching her begin to bounce in anticipation.

"Hey, Mikey," she smiles at the man behind the cart.

"Hey Rory, the usual," he asks taking her mug.

"Nope, can I get a caramel, chocolate mocha with three shots of espresso please," Colin and Mikey just stare at her in surprise, "what, I've only had one very small cup of coffee today." Colin nods in understanding and Mikey just shakes his head. The pair small talk about the lecture and when a new Life and Death Brigade event invitation might be showing up on her doorstep.

"I know somethings wrong Reporter Girl, you don't have to tell me but just know that I am here to listen if you need," he says as they arrive in front of her classroom.

"Thanks Colin, I appreciate that…I'm still trying to process though," she smiles giving him a quick hug before moving into her class.

Her class was long as she found herself losing patients with the professor who was droning on, just wanting to go to Logan's room and curl into the middle of his big bed and sleep. The students started to pack up their stuff as the professor concluded the lecture. As she exits her lecture hall Christopher is waiting against the wall with a cup of coffee.

"Still here," she asks not even trying to keep the subtle distain out of her voice.

"Still here," he follows her closely down the hall, "this is for you. Coffee. It might be a little cold," he holds it out until she takes it. "Teachers sure talk a lot here at Yale," he says hoping to get something out of her; he would really take any sort of reaction at this point. "No bells. Don't they have bells?"

"Nope," she grumbles as they continue walking, "thanks for this," she says waving the coffee cup slightly.

"You're welcome," he sighs, at least she was talking to him it was more than he had dared hope for. "Look, Rory, that manic, desperate guy that came down to your dorm room this morning, he left. He's gone, and I'm not going to bug you anymore…okay?"

"Okay," she ponders a little confused.

"I didn't think it through, and I feel pretty dumb coming down here like this," he continues through his apology, "I just have to say though, that I hate our relationship, okay," he could see she was losing patients with the topic knowing he'd hurt her over the years but needing her to know he was sorry. "I hate it! This wall, this stupid wall, it sucks. And I put it there, but I wanted to try and do something about it," he sighs looking into his daughters guarded face as she waited for the other shoe to drop. "But I got a little desperate, and I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she says trying to brush him off because his 'sorry' speeches sounded good but he never followed through with them.

"I've been in Hartford a lot," this just made her mad, He's been around and this is the first time he's stopped by to see me! Rory starts to tune him out as he continues not wanting to hear his sorry excuse of an apology. "My dad is sick. My mom's with the baby, and I've had time to think, and maybe that's not good, but my dad and I always had that wall, you know? And, God, for us to be that way, like my dad and me," he rambles on not noticing that Rory is in her own thoughts. "I don't want you visiting me when I'm old and cranky and you feel like you have to. I want you to visit me now and I want you to want to," he sighs when she doesn't respond, "Look, I'm not going to bother you anymore. This wasn't fair for me to do this; surprising you like this…it wasn't fair. Chris digs around in his pocket for a minute before placing creams and sugar in her hand. "Here. I didn't know how you take your coffee so I got you everything," he looks up at her sadly once more, "I'll see you, kid," Chris turns to walk away.

"Bye," she mumbles before turning in there direction of Logan's dorm not thinking she would make it across campus to her's before the dam broke inside of her. Keep it together, keep it together, she chants in her head as she walks, the fury and frustration making her eyes prick and burn.

Rory makes it to Logan's room and begins knocking insensately on the door. Lanny answers the door grumpily as her knocking had woken him from a nap, but he brightens instantly when he sees his roommates supposed girlfriend. "Well, well, well, if it isn't our very own blue eyed damsel," he flirts hoping to get a smile and a sealed spot for when Logan breaks her heart.

"Is Logan here," she asks ignoring his interest.

"Nope, couldn't tell you where your boy toy is," he opens the door a fraction further and moves to the side inviting her in. Rory walks in and goes straight for the kitchenette.

"Do you want some coffee," she offers him moving about.

"We don't have coffee here," he states as if it's the most obvious thing, "that would involve us having to make it ourselves when the coffee cart is down the hall."

"Spoiled rich boy," she mutters under her breath as she pulls out the coffee maker and the canister of her favourite brand and starting the pot.

"Huh, who knew," his voice carries loudly towards her, "not sure that's how you're supposed to make it though," he points out as she places her mug under the dripping ignoring his statement and waiting for it to fill, only then did she place the pot under. She snaps the lid on her mug and walks purposefully into Logan's room without another word to Lanny.

Rory rifles though all the movies he has, going though his original collection and then to the ones he bought because she had made him a list of what movies and music he should have not to be a deprived human being. She finally picks one of his movies that he had before she came into his life; The Fast and The Furious, not wanting to really think or watch anything sappy. She changes into one of his t-shirts and settles into his bed, setting her coffee on her nightstand before turning on the television and watching the magic of high speed car chases, theft, and deception unfold. Though she finally understood the appeal of the movies she only lasted about a half hour before her eyes start drooping shut.

Rory is woken to a strong set of arms pulling her against a warm toned chest, "Logan," she mummers sleepily as she turns in his arms.

"Hey there Ace," he pecks her gently on the nose as she wraps her arms around his torso and snuggles into his chest. Letting the feel of her in his arms wash away the panic he had felt when he couldn't find her. Logan had spent the afternoon scouring the campus for her when she didn't walk out of her last class with the rest of her peers. He had started at her dorm, when no one answered he checked the library and the news room, her favourite coffee carts and her favourite spots in the courtyard. He had even called Colin and Finn, not thinking that she might have been at his dorm. Logan had went back to his dorm to plug in his phone and see if she had left him any messages, when he walked in though the aroma of coffee hit his nose and he knew she was there. He quickly called off Colin and Finn, as Lanny came out into the common area to once again tell him how hot his girlfriend was and wondering hen he was going to get a shot. Logan in good fashion had ignored him just wanting to see his girl and moved directly to his room. As he had opened his door he felt sudden relief at her presence. The relief though was short lived, turning quickly into worry as he takes in the scene laid out in front of him. She looked so small to him curled up in the middle of the large bed covered with the fluffy duvet, her clothes scattered across the floor, action movie playing on the television and his Ace fast asleep in the middle of the day when she would normally be pushing through her school work. He was moving before he had given his feet permission, kicked off his shoes, paused the movie and slid in beside her, pulling her small frame towards him trying not to but waking her in the process. "What time did you get here," he asks curiosity getting the best of him.

"I don't know," she lifts her head slightly to look at him sleep still fighting to take over again, "sometime after my second class," she yawns, "I hope that's okay."

"Of course it's okay Ace, you're always welcome here," he smiles placing a kiss on her forehead, "you want to tell me what's going on with you?"

"My dad showed up at my door this morning," she sighs re positioning herself slightly so she was tucked into the crook of his arm with her arm slung across his waist.

"Okay..." he wasn't sure where she was going with this. She hadn't talked about her dad much at all, always referring to Luke as her father figure.

"It just rattled me a little," she whispers hoping maybe he'll let it go.

"I can see that…Ror, what's wrong," he lets the worry slip into his tone, "it's not like you to miss half your classes, and you were rattled enough that Colin noticed something was off."

"My dad was an absente parent," she sighs launching into he complicated family. "He would fly in and out of my life as I grew up. I know he loves me but I mainly felt like I was just his tool to get in good with mom. He would come in they would be all hot and heavy and he would play daddy for a week. Then he would leave…my mom and I would be heartbroken and we would go back to hearing from him maybe once a week if we were lucky. Then when I was seventeen, my parents decided they were going to make a real go of it only for my dads girlfriend to wind up pregnant. She had the baby and he went to play full time daddy to someone else."

"Oh babe," he pulls her as close as possible breathing in her sent.

"And I get that it doesn't make sense for me to be jealous of a toddler but she got dad, his parents love Gigi and dote on her when all along they were very clear that I shouldn't exist," she takes a deep breath, "dad and I had a fight a little while ago…he had called on my mom to help with Gigi when Sherry left and I went over when I found out and yelled at him about it. Mom is happy he can't just step back in when it's convenient for him!" Logan stays quiet holding her tightly to him giving her comfort in the only way he knows how. "Then he shows up today as I'm running out the door for class desperate and wanting to go for breakfast telling me that my baby sister is with Grandma Francine, the woman who has always hated me, getting spoiled, and when I said no he showed up outside of my second class with a cup of coffee, apologizing and wanting to fix our relationship," she takes an angry breath, "before leaving he handed me a bunch of creams and sugars for my coffee…he doesn't even know how I take my coffee Logan!" Rory has angry tears trickling down her face; she tries to hold them in to no anvil, "and that's when I came here, put in the movie which I now understand the appeal though I only saw about the first half hour…I just couldn't deal with anything else today."

"I'm so sorry Ace," he kisses the top of her head again lingering for a moment before pulling back, "do you want to fix your relationship with him?"

"I don't know…I mean I have Luke and he has been more of a father to me over my life than dad has been," she adjusts herself again against Logan. "I guess I just don't want to get my hopes up and have it all come crashing down only to leave me heartbroken once again. It's going to turn out the same as every other time."

"There is one difference," he smiles at her.

"Oh yea, what is that," she asks.

"You've got me to lean on this time," he hugs her tightly, "I'm not going anywhere and I'll be here to hold you when you need me too."

"You're the best you know that," she smiles back at him before leaning up, pressing her lips to his basking in how caring he is before she moves to deepen the kiss.

"Ace, slow down," he says pulling back slightly, "we don't have to do this," he didn't want her emotions to cloud her judgement.

"I know," she whispers against his lips, "I want this though Logan, I want you to make me forget the day I've had."

Logan pulls back far enough to be able to look into her eyes and assess her thought process behind her actions. When he sees there is no uncertainty he pulls her roughly back to him kissing her hard as her hands move lower down his chest to the hem of his shirt. They were both quickly naked and groping each other lovingly caressing every inch of flesh on the other before they became one moving in synchronicity calling out each others names.

They fall back from their high kissing lazily wrapped in one another's arms, both basking in the after glow. Rory's stomach rumbles reminding her that she had yet to eat making Logan laugh.

"Hey now, don't laugh at the hungry girl," she scolds smacking his chest lightly.

"When was the last time you ate Ace," he asks forgetting his laughter and moving into concern.

"Last night…" she admits as he gives her a disapproving look, "you know I rarely have time for breakfast and with everything else today I just forgot."

"Fair enough," he gives in easily not wanting to argue, "here's what I propose then, we order in, shower while we wait for food and curl back up right here and watch the movie you slept through, maybe even watch a couple of them?"

"I think that sounds perfect," she smiles, kissing him once more before moving to the desk drawer with the take out menus as his eyes track her naked body across the room.