Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N: Yes, I am winding up another story. I didn't really know where else to go with this story. I'm kind of proud of this chapter. I just for some reason really like it. I hope you like it too. You guys are the best reviewers. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Thank you so much for your unqualified support and your willingness to leave me a nice review even if my work has been crap. You guys rock!! 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. I do not own the song Rory is singing either. That would be Youssou N'Dour and Neneh Cherry's 'Seven Seconds' and I use it only because it is stuck in my head.

Chapter Twenty

"It's only for a year, Ace," he argued.

"No. Logan, it's never only for a year," she argued back. "If we go back there, they'll latch onto us and they will never let us go. Besides, I can't leave the paper! Keith is not at all equipped or qualified enough to take over the paper. No way. He will run it into the ground."

"So we'll go over his head and give the position to someone else," Logan tried.

"Give the position to someone else!" she gasped. She shook her head vehemently. "No, Logan. Keith is the deputy editor. He's my second in-charge. No one else but Keith can do the job. You don't make someone the deputy editor only to say 'I've decided to give someone else the editor in-chiefs job while I'm gone.' It is just not done."

"But you just said he couldn't do the job," Logan reminded her.

"As well as me," she roared. "He can't do it as well as me. But hey, if you're happy to let your paper go to ruins, I'm happy to go back to the States with you for a year."

"You never call it home anymore," he noted.

"It isn't home anymore," she replied, softer. "Here is home. Home is here. Cass is here and the paper and Tristan and you are here."

"But I'll be there with you."

"I know," she said, not sounding at all convinced. "If I go home, my mother will not let me go again. She will not have me home for a year only to send me back here. And I can't leave here for a year."

"Fine. I'll go back and you stay here," he suggested. Rory shook her head and shook her finger as she spoke.

"Logan Huntzberger, I cannot live without you for a year," she said. "And you know it. That is a mean, mean, nasty trick you just played on me and I am very mad at you for doing it."

"So you'll come?" he asked.

"You know I will," she said, her face falling. He grinned and moved towards her but she stepped back. "I'm angry at you. Don't touch me."

"It's only a year, Ace," he reminded her.

"May as well be forever," she sighed.

-

"You never told me why you really don't to go," Clarissa said. She handed Rory a bottle of wine and watched as she poured the last remnants into her glass.

"Because," she sighed. She settled back into the plush white leather couch and took a sip of the yellow looking liquid. "Whoever called this white wine was nuts."

"Rory," was all Clarissa said. She rolled her eyes and leant back into the leather, crossing her legs. Clarissa was a striking figure, Rory thought. Beautiful, stunning, impressive. Sharon Stone in 'Basic Instinct.'

"I won't be here for your first wedding anniversary," she said finally.

"Honey, I don't know if anybody ever told you this but the thing about wedding anniversaries is they are normally celebrated just between the couple," Cass smirked. Rory recognized the smirk. It was Tristan's but was slowly becoming his wife's.

"I'm aware of that but who are you going to drag to Harrods' at the last minute because you have to buy him something, anything?" Rory asked.

"You don't want to leave because you want to take me anniversary present shopping? Please. If that's really why, we'll go shopping first thing tomorrow."

"That completely defeats the purpose. We're supposed to go last minute shopping," Rory groaned. She sighed and lowered her head into her hands, knowing she wasn't getting away without telling Cass the truth. She finally looked up and met Cass's eyes. "I'm going to miss it here. England is my home. London is where I belong. I don't belong in Stars Hollow anymore, don't belong in Hartford, New Haven or New York. I belong here. You are here and Tristan is here and my job is here and my house. I have friends and a life. I have a dry-cleaner, for goodness sakes. I'm on a first name basis with the proprietor of this restaurant and the café next door. I have everything I need."

"So, you'll get that there too," Cass replied. "Eventually."

"I'm scared that if we go home now, I will never come back here. I'm scared that they won't want me to leave or worse that I won't want to leave. I swore I would never live in the US again. And even more, I'm scared that Logan will leave me."

"You're scared that Logan will what?" Cass screeched. "Honey, you are insane. No, you are being totally stupid. An idiot. Logan is not going to leave you."

"He might get up to his old tricks," Rory agued. "I love him so much. I couldn't deal with that."

"Rory, Logan is completely taken with you. Enamoured. He will not hurt you, he will not leave you. I don't ever want to hear you say that again," Cass interrupted. "Anyway, you're being silly and over-reacting. It's only a year and you will come back. I'll be here waiting. I promise."

"I don't know."

"You're running out of plausible excuses not to go," Cass pointed out. "Ask yourself this. What is worth more? Logan or everything you'd be giving up here?"

"Logan, of course," Rory answered.

"I'm going to miss you," Clarissa said simply.

-

"I can't believe you convinced me to move back here," Rory sighed. She stood leaning against the balcony rail, staring out over a city full of lights and noise. Logan came and stood behind her, lacing his arms around her and pulling her back into him.

"Ace, you've never lived in Hartford before," he reminded her.

"I meant America," she said and he knew she was rolling her eyes. "I never thought I'd move back here."

"It's only temporary," he reminded her. "When the year is out and I've done my time in Hartford, we can go back."

"Home," she whispered. She turned to him and looked up at him. "Do you know why its home?"

"No. Why is it home?" Logan asked.

"Because I found you there," she replied.

"You're a loser," he grinned. "You knew me before London."

"You know what I mean," she said, playfully shoving him. He leant down and kissed her.

He knew exactly what she meant.

"I couldn't have left you behind," she whispered.

"I know that," he replied, kissing her again.

-

"Seven seconds away," Rory sang as she moved around the bedroom hanging clothes and re-ordering the perfumes, lotions and jewelry boxes that littered the top of her drawers. More of them were Logan's but being the supportive girlfriend she was, she didn't mention it. If he wants to look good and smell nice and waste his money on trinkets of silver, gold, platinum and diamond that was his fault. Besides, she did have a rather tidy collection of her own and the bathroom was littered with hair products and cosmetics used primarily by her. "Just as long as I stay, I'll be waiting."

"Why are you singing such a depressing song?" Logan groaned from the bed. "And why are you up so early? And why are you tidying? We have a maid."

"We have a maid who sucks. I'm singing that song because it is stuck in my head and it is not early. It's past ten o'clock," she told him. "And we have visitors coming today."

"Visitors?" he asked, attempting to sit up. He gave up and slumped back into the pillows, face down.

"You realise you might have an easier time getting up if you roll onto your back?" she asked.

"It's too early for your lip, missy," he shot-back.

"But not too early for you to retort," she said. She walked over to the bed, sat down and licked his cheek before kissing him. "And not too early for that."

"Never too early for that," he agreed. They kept kissing, getting deeper and deeper until Rory pulled away.

"My mum will be here any minute," she said, between kisses. "And my grandma."

"So?" he asked, breathily. Rory groaned and kept kissing him. It was futile to stop.

"They will both know what we've been doing," she replied.

"So?"

"Colin and Finn will know," she said. "And Steph, Paris, Lane. They will all know. Your parents will know. Do you really want that?"

"We're grown adults, Ace," he reminded her. "They know what we're doing. We live together."

"It's the last time we'll see them before we go back," she argued. She hadn't pulled away and he knew she was slowly caving. He kissed her and moved a hand down her back. She finally resisted and sighed. "Fine but don't look at me when everyone is giving us funny looks all morning."

He didn't look at her when everyone gave them funny looks but he did look at her and see her turning red every time she remembered just what they'd been doing when Lorelai and Luke had knocked on the front door.

-

"All packed in here," Rory said. She put her hands on her hips and walked around the room in a circle, surveying it just to make sure. She was sadder about going back to London than she had thought she would be. Sure, she was excited and she was thrilled but she would miss their little Hartford apartment and the constant visits from her mum, the constant supply of Luke's coffee, Luke's burger, Luke's cherry Danish and Luke's blueberry pie. She would miss Luke and Luke's food but she was glad to be going home. She missed London's rain and she even missed the way she fit in with her funny English accent but mostly she missed the way she saw Logan more at home. He didn't have as many responsibilities, as much of a role in London and it meant her time with him was almost unqualified.

Yes, she was sad about leaving America but she was so excited to go home to England. That was where she had found Logan again and that was where they belonged.

-

He watched her prance around the living room, making sure boxes were taped shut and had the proper labels on them. She was beautiful. He loved her and he would go on loving her and loving her, and loving her for the rest of his life and he was lucky because she would let him love her. She loved him back but that was irrelevant because he had her now, no matter what. They were bound together now and would never part. He knew it more than he knew anything.

Rory paused in her activities to bounce over to him and kiss him. She looped her arms around his neck and drew him down and gave him a hard, lingering kiss before pecking him and pushing him away. He reached down and pinched her bottom. She laughed and shook her head before going back to her task. Logan watched for another moment and smiled. Damn, he loved her.

Later, he stood in the empty bedroom, a photo frame in his hands. He knew the rest of their belongings were in taped boxes in the living room. Soon the movers would come and load them onto a crate which then would be loaded onto a plane and delivered to England where they would be met by another removal company and delivered to Logan and Rory's Chelsea loft. But for now he stood, mesmerized by the frame he held in his hands, the frame he was loathe to pack in case something happened to it. It was a photo that had bought him immense pleasure, immense pain but most of all, it bought him her.

It was a picture he thought he had seen before. A picture of two sixteen year-olds. One male, one female, one brown-eyed, one blue-eyed, both brown-haired. The female had an uncanny resemblance to… Ace.