Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls – there I said it, please don't sue.

A/N: The last part of the previously very long Chapter 11. I know, many would have preferred a nice long chapter, but now you have four reasonable sized ones.

Thanks again to Blueyed18 my awesome beta, who once again put up with my writing, and helped me come out with something half good.

Summary: ROGAN – He had to fix things. He had to fix things soon; He had fallen. Fallen hard, and landed in something which he would either regret forever, or praise for eternity Chapter 14

Meraculas: You were wondering what Dean was going to say… well I hadn't really formulated the words, and I'm not sure that Dean had either. He was desperate, and he was trying to convince Rory. But in all truth, he had run out of words a long time ago, he was just clutching at these miniscule straws with hope that he could reach her. Oh, and Dean is definitely the father. He may be untrustworthy, but Lindsay is honorable, and wouldn't sleep with anyone else.

Chapter 14: Trail to Forgiveness

"I didn't know you could cook." Logan said to Finn, who walked over with numerous empty trays.

"That's the image I like to keep. I really love to cook, though if you spread the word, I'll deny it to the grave."

"But women love men who can cook, even I know that."

"Exactly! When they know you can cook, they expect you to get up and make them breakfast in the morning. If they think you're a failure, they leave quietly and shut the door on the way out."

"You're horrible."

"No, I'm tactical." Finn corrected.

"Either way, I don't feel like giving Rory a cake when I know we can't cook."

"I can cook I tell you! Now what kind of cake are you looking at?"

"Chocolate?" Logan asked. He was never very good at thinking on the spot.

"Logan, come on, you at least want points for the originality."

"Coffee cake?" Logan asked uneasily.

"Despite the name, there actually isn't any coffee in coffee cake."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, I'm out of ideas."

"I'm not giving this one away."

"You mean you already know what we're making?"

"Yep."

"Well then, tell me!"

"No, you need to come up with some portion of this apology."

"How about a hint?"

"Okay… think about you're parents Christmas dinner party last year."

"Okay, my mom served lobster with garlic shrimp. Mr. Groveland discovered that he was allergic to shell fish, and they rushed him to the hospital. The maid brought the dessert and we all ate it in the lobby…"

"And the dessert was…" Finn prompted.

"Tiramisu," Logan replied instantly. Then he snapped his fingers. "Tiramisu!"

"Einstein! Welcome to our ranks!"

"I can't cook, but I know that even skilled chefs have trouble making that."

"How wrong you are." Finn said while turning and pulling out a list of ingredients. "Now go get those Lady Finger cookies from your room."

"But those were a present from my aunt!"

"Well when Rory forgives you, be sure to pay her a visit!"

All the while grumbling, Logan obeyed as Finn started to boil some water.

"Okay," Logan said emerging from his room, and handing Finn a pack of delicate Lady Fingers. "Now what?"

The drive back to Yale had been long. Rory arrived back on campus just as the next class started, and decided just to skip it. She wasn't in the mood to run in late and interrupt everything, and she could get the notes off someone else anyways. Walking to her room, she fell onto her bed and immediately fell asleep. It was only the next morning when she woke up to a knock at her door, when she finally rolled out of bed.

Slipping her feet into her Hello Kitty slippers, she walked to the front door. Glancing at the clock she noticed that her alarm would go off any minute. Muttering, she opened the front door. Not seeing anyone she grumbled again. Logan and his little drop offs were getting tiresome. Knowing that he was watching her she was tempted not to take the white box which was set at her front door. But then reading the note she decide that leaving it would be breaking one of the Gilmore Rules; If free food is offered, you take all you can get.

Ace,
I was trying to figure out your favorite kind of cake.
At first I thought 'Chocolate,' but that was unoriginal and thusly very un-Logan-like.
So I thought, 'I know, Coffee Cake!' but you'll never guess!
Coffee Cake doesn't even have coffee in it. In fact it's only meant to be eaten with coffee,
hence the name (don't worry – I'm looking into it). So here I present you with a Tiramisu,
which was made by yours truly – and Finn, who despite all denial really can cook.
– Logan

Under it, Rory noted was a packing list for Germany. Picking up the cake she retreated into her room, shutting the door with her foot. Hearing her alarm, Rory set down the cake, and turned it off.

Rory showered and changed before letting herself open the box. Inside was a Tiramisu; as promised. The top was sprinkled with coco, and the word 'Sorry' was written across the top in…'Oh god', Rory thought, popping one into her mouth, Chocolate covered coffee beans! Forcing herself to take a picture of it with her cell phone she sent it to her mother, before giving way to the inducement and digging in.

'What's she thinking?' Logan wondered, as he watched her open the door. It took her a moment before she recognized there was a package. As she began to move inside terror gripped Logan. She wasn't going to take it. What did that mean? Did she hate him? No – there, she stopped. Logan watched as she read the note; then as she took the box and wordlessly closed the door.

She didn't open it. He had waited, just to see her expression. He was trying, God, he was trying so hard, and yet she still held out. He didn't understand her. She wasn't angry when he was drunk and making fruit smiley faces, or when he grabs her while practically naked, but when he's hung over and wants to make sure things are right, she attacks him.

He has to fix things. He has to fix things soon, because the past week without their usually banter was empty. Logan missed running into her and striking up a conversation. He missed her quick remarks. He missed watching her bite her lip when she was nervous, and how her cheeks would pinken when he used her real name.

He had fallen. Fallen hard, and landed in something which he would either regret forever, or praise for eternity. But he was lost. He didn't know where to go. All he needed was a little push in the right direction, and he knew just who could give him that push.

Pulling out his cell phone, he looked up a number which he had transferred there the other day. Dialing it, he felt nervous. If Rory ever found out about this, she would kill him.

"Lo," answered the voice.

"Lorelai, it's –"

"Cake boy!" She interrupted.

"Pardon?"

"Were those chocolate covered coffee beans or just regular?"

"Chocolate covered…" He answered uneasily.

"Genius!" She cried. "You know when I said 'spell it out' I didn't mean literally, but you seem to be dong fine."

"That's the thing. See, I've run out of ideas… but I need her to forgive me, and fast… and I don't know what else to do. Going to Germany will be awkward enough without her hating me."

"She doesn't hate you."

"She doesn't?" Logan asked stupidly.

"No, in fact she considered forgiving you after the chocolate sorry, but when you gave her back the cell phone – bad move – serious back track."

"Well what can I do now?"

"How well do you know her?"

"Fairly well. After Friday night dinner, I know her a lot better than I did. I mean not that –" Logan tried to correct himself.

"No, I understand. It was the rules right?"

"Yea," Logan said sighing.

"Figured. So show her how well you know her. It might convince her how much you care."

"Okay," said Logan, suddenly getting an idea.

Thursday morning, Rory woke to an ear piercing sound. Logan's voice was coming from her living room.

"What the –" Rory walked into her living room and stopped dead. There was food everywhere. Looking around Rory momentarily forgot how she was woken up, but seconds later she was reminded as a tape rewound itself and started to play again.

"S is for Strawberries but chocolate covered
O is for Oreos, dipped in peanut butter

R is for Rocky Road Ice Cream,

and R, there is a second one, is for um… Runts, the candy,

and Y, though it doesn't fit the song is for, uh Yoohoo!"

Logan's off tune voice sang. Then it was joined with two others, which Rory recognized as Finn and Colin's as she let herself smile.

"Sorry, is what I-Logan wants to say to you,

Sorry for not explaining him-myself to you

I-Logan, never meant to hurt – you

I-Logan, wanted to be sure I-he never hurt you,

So…"

The voices sang off tune, as they tried to squish extra syllables in – they barely succeeded.

"S is for some supper suckers – wow three s's

O is for orange chocolat-eeeeee!

R is for Rice Crispies with Marshmallows, lots and lots of marshmallows."

"Plus Milk." Came Finn's voice.

"R the second one is for Rocky, of Rocky,"

"Horror" Colin's voice echoed.

"And Y is for yellow gummy bears because Y, is a tough – well letter."

"Sorry is what I-Logan wants to say, to you.

Sorry for not explaining him-myself, to – you!

I-Logan never meant to hurt you.

I-Logan wanted to make sure that I-he never hurt you

So – here,"

Logan was singing alone now.

"is an apology, for, you

I don't know –

What else I can do, for you.

Please, accept this,

Feeble attempt at an apology

I, like we said

Am truly, truly, truly sorry

Can you please,

Forgive me?"

Rory smiled. Pressing 'stop', before the tape could rewind and start playing again, she looked around. All the food Logan had mentioned was sitting in front of her.

Rory felt a tear slide down her eye. 'I was wrong. It wasn't about sex. There was a real friendship; I ruined it, and now he's trying to salvage it.' Dashing the tear from her eye she grabbed a spoon from the kitchen, and started to eat the Rice Crispies with marshmallows.

She was sure of one thing; she had forgiven Logan Huntzberger.