Title: A Divine Accident

Summary: All his life he has been trying to find ways to escape his preordained destiny - unsuccessfully. And just as he started giving up hope he meets someone who introduces him to a life he never knew he wanted until he experienced it. A way of life that could set him free. [ROGAN]

Rating: T

(Author's Note: Hello! The idea about this story has been dancing in my head for quite a while now so I have decided to finally put it in words. I really enjoyed Logan's characterisation during S5 & S6 and it always bugged me how they messed it up later. It had so much potential, independent from other characters and story plots. That's one of the reasons I've decided to give it a shot - do a complete character development.

The story starts at the beginning of Season 5. I will be using most of the storyline during S5 and S6 but significant changes in some "scenes" are to be expected as well as changes in the timeline. I can already tell that this one is going to be a lengthy FanFic, so bear with me. The story is, of course, from Logan's POV.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, nor any other reference that might be mentioned.

A Divine Accident: Prologue

On a fine late-August night Logan Huntzberger found himself at yet another Society party. He has managed to avoid any such parties, as well as his parents since before the summer, more accurately since he came back to the US after sinking his father's yacht. Well, to be exact, his best friend Finn was the one who had sunk the yacht, but that minor fact meant nothing to his father, commonly addressed as "The Dark Lord". So, after experiencing the wrath and threats of disownment by the aforementioned Dark Lord at the beginning of summer, Logan decided to spend the rest of his year off gallivanting around Europe with his best friends - Colin McCrae and Finneas Morgan.

They've returned from their adventure two days ago and, as soon as they had landed, Logan was summoned by his father. He still wasn't sure how his father had known that he was coming back but sometimes he was convinced his father had some kind of a tracking device planted on him - that would be the only way to explain his sudden appearances when Logan least expected. To be honest, he found it mildly discomforting that the Dark Lord had let him have his summer, with no forced internships at one of the family's newspapers or not even pestering him about his life choices. That could only be explained as calm before the storm and that he should be expecting his father to be breathing more on his neck from this year.

Logan was well aware that his pre-ordained destiny would kick in when he graduated Yale but, for God's sakes, he was just starting his Junior year, he was hoping for two more years to have his freedom. Unfortunately, just as he had suspected, that wasn't the case. He had been expected at the Huntzberger Estate yesterday and all of his assumptions and fears about his father's radio silence during the summer had come true. He is expected to do better in school, write more for the Yale Daily News, take more interest in the family business, start being responsible and stop getting in trouble with his Life and Death Brigade comrades. Basically, his life was about to become boring, if his father had anything to say about it. Fortunately, Logan knew how to do the bare minimum to keep the Dark Lord satisfied and he planned to just do so.

Nevertheless, after meeting his father, he ran into his mother while exiting the house and was roped into going to some Society function. To say that he wasn't looking forward to it would be an understatement of a lifetime. He was so happy when he managed to escape those kind of gatherings for a year and he didn't miss them at all. On the bright side, his best friends were summoned to the same function, so it was only a matter of time when they would escape to form a sub-party.

Boy, how he hated these parties. He was currently cornered by his mother, introducing him to yet another Society bimbo - Missy, something - a carbon-copy of his mother, something he definitely was not a fan of nor looked to spend his time with. His friends were also summoned by their respective parents to do some mingling and Logan could not wait to get away from this stuffy party. On the bright side, this party was taking place at the Gilmore's Estate, which only meant excellent food. He excused himself politely, inwardly cringing at Missy's lame attempts to flirt with him and ventured to get some of those excellent salmon puffs which Emily Gilmore always serves at her parties. Looking around the room, he noticed his friends still being occupied by their parents so he decided to head outside, towards the pool-house (which they have previously, of course, agreed on for the sub-party) to catch some breath and get away from this lunacy.

He managed to get outside fairly quickly, only stopping to greet the host - Richard Gilmore. He was always fond of Richard, one of the nicer and more down-to-earth men of Society, they've always had interesting conversations and discussions about current affairs or books. What perplexed him tonight was that Richard mentioned his granddaughter being here. Logan wasn't aware that the Gilmore's had a granddaughter, Hell, he wasn't even aware they had a daughter. Walking to the back of the house to get away from the party, he was still in his thoughts about the infamous granddaughter and how he had never met her - surely he was supposed to meet her at some of these events but was glad he wasn't roped into meeting her tonight, she would probably be just another Society bimbo - when something hit him in the head.

Ouch!

He turned around surprised, trying to figure out what had landed on his head when he spotted a sliver high heeled shoe laying just a few feet from him. Just then the second shoe landed close to it as well. He picked them up perplexed about where they had come from when he heard some rustling above him. Looking up, he spotted a girl with long brown hair in a light blue satin slip midi-dress climbing down the ivy at the back of the house. He stepped a few steps back, enjoying the view, hiding the shoes behind his back. The girl managed to climb down and started looking for her shoes, confused as to where they were.

Thoroughly amused, Logan chuckled slightly at the sight which made the girl jump with surprise. She turned to where the sound came from and Logan was rendered speechless. She had the most amazing deep sapphire eyes he had ever seen.

She glared at him, "What's so amusing?"

Logan was brought out of his stupor, still sporting an amused grin, "Well, I didn't have many expectations for tonight's shindig, but I've never dreamt I'd meet a real-life Rapunzel."

"Great. Your wish came true," the brunette hissed annoyed and continued searching for her shoes.

Logan decided to play with her a little, enjoying watching her squirm, "Are you looking for something?"

The girl glared him again with narrowed eyes, "My shoes. You haven't happened to see them?"

"Nope," he grinned at her. She sure was cute when riled up and something told him she'd be a real firecracker if he annoyed her even more. A possibility he wasn't eager to miss.

"You sure about that?" The girl bored her beautiful sparkling eyes at him and he suddenly realised he won't be able to keep playing this game much longer.

Slowly, he held the shoes high above his head where he knew she won't be able to catch them easily and winked at her, "You mean these?"

"Yes," she hissed, even more annoyed now. His plan for sure was working. "May I get them back now? I'm kinda in a hurry, you know."

"Really? Wouldn't have noticed…" Logan irked her even more, "And why is that so, if I may ask?"

"None of your business," she brushed him off, still glaring at him, "Now, please, give me my shoes!"

"But why would I do that? We're having so much fun," he just had to test how long he can keep this up.

"Fun?! What exactly is your idea of fun?!" She hissed at him again to what he just smirked. Yeah, she was full-on agitated now, "Okay, what do I have to do to get my shoes back?" She asked exasperatedly.

Hmm… Should I?

She definitely doesn't seem like a girl who'd give up that easily and she for sure didn't like him. Which in itself was something new for Logan.

He decided to just go with it so he proposed, "Well, you can always kiss me. You are, after all, Rapunzel, and you have to save your prince."

Nope.

He most definitely should not have said that. If looks could kill, he would be dead by now.

"In your dreams, buster."

"Oh, trust me, I dream of being kissed by a real-life princess everyday. I'm just lucky this might be the day that my dream finally comes true," he flashed her with his patented smirk.

She blushed slightly which aroused him to no end. Why the hell did a subtle blush on a girl he had met five minutes ago excite him that much?! Nevertheless, he couldn't delve on that now since she decided to present him with another killing glare and a huff, "You're delusional."

"I can assure you that I'm not," he looked pointedly at her and was about to start explaining himself when he heard Colin's exasperated voice moving closer to them.

"Finn, how many times must I tell you that you being exotic is not an excuse for your behaviour?! You're just bat-shit insane, cope with it. God knows we do."

A thick Australian accent roared, getting even closer to Logan, "Mate! I am offended! And, just for the record it was Socrates who said that no great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness. And we all know that I am a genius."

Colin just rolled his eyes at Finn, "That way you can also quote Camus, who said that he doesn't want to be a genius since he already has enough problems just trying to be a man. And, from the record, I can safely say that you don't really excel on day-to-day basis."

"I choose to invoke Edgar Allan Poe's statement which says that madness is the loftiest intelligence."

They were now standing just a few feet from Logan and the girl, so involved in their discussion that they've not yet realised they had company. Logan groaned inwardly since he had heard this discussion million times already, he just wondered what Finn had done now to trigger Colin.

"Of course you should invoke Poe, you are, after all a mad man," Colin exclaimed in a high pitched voice, now completely annoyed with Finn and knowing that he won't be getting out of this discussion anytime soon. It is not easy to stop Finn when he gets on the roll.

Logan was still looking at the girl standing in front of him, she was observing the discussion between his two best friends with an amused grin on her face.

Finn was the one to throw his arms exasperatedly in the air now, "I'm a misunderstood genius!"

To Logan's surprise, the brunette spoke up, understanding the reference, "What's misunderstood?"

Hm… She knew Watterson. Interesting.

Colin and Finn jumped slightly, surprised by the question since they haven't realised they had company. Finn smiled knowingly at her, "Nobody thinks I'm a genius," he looked the girl up and down, admiring the view, "Have we met before?" He leaned to kiss her hand.

Perplexed by Finn's behaviour, she answered neutrally, "Wouldn't bet on it," then she added, "And, for the record, it was Aristotle, not Socrates."

Logan looked from the brunette to Finn to find him momentarily speechless until an even wider grin formed on his face, "I'm amazed, Love. You don't only know the difference between Aristotle and Socrates but you also knew about Watterson. That's refreshing."

The brunette shrugged her shoulders, "Nothing impressive here, just common knowledge."

Yeah, right. That was anything but common knowledge among girls their age in these circles. Logan had to agree with Finn - it was refreshing. Refreshing and very, very interesting. But the question remained - who exactly was this girl?

Colin chose that moment to speak up, "Mate, care to elaborate the situation that is taking place here?" He pointed at the shoes that Logan was still holding above his head with and amused smirk.

Logan got out of his thoughts about the mystery girl in front of him and answered, "Well this fair maiden," he pointed at her with his head to what she scowled at him, "decided to climb down the ivy on the house and threw her shoes on the ground. One of them, unfortunately, hit me in the head," she looked at him fighting the urge in her eyes to apologise, "so I decided to pick them up and demand retribution. All she has to do to get them back is to kiss me and I was just on the verge of succeeding in my mission when you two lunatics showed up."

His friends laughed at his plan, fully aware of Logan's power to make people do what they don't want to do. This would definitely be amusing to watch.

Finn laughed wholeheartedly, "This is brilliant! Love, my mate here is a hot-commodity, you should be honoured to have the privilege to kiss him."

Logan knew what Finn was hinting to, he was, after all, a ladies man. But something told him that a snowball had a better chance in hell than she kissing him.

And he was right, "Fat chance of that happening," the girl rolled her beautiful blue eyes.

"You sure about that? Any lady would fall down to her knees for this fine specimen over here," Finn insinuated in more ways - basically Finn being Finn. But Logan only wished at the moment that his friends would just leave them alone, he wanted to spend some alone time with this girl. Figure out who she really was.

"Then let them fall, I for sure won't," she answered with no hesitation, then turned back to Logan, "Now, I really have some place to be and I need my shoes. May I get them back?"

"Sure, after you tell me who you are," Logan knew he had to change his tactics and let the poor girl leave - he wasn't an asshole and could understand the urge to get away from these stuffy functions - but that didn't mean he could not try and at least get her name.

"I don't see how that matters right now," she frowned.

"Oh, but it is of utmost importance. You may not see it now, but I am your knight in shining armour," he knew he was laying it on thick but he just wanted to rile her up again.

She scoffed and took a step toward him, pointing a finger at him, "You know what you are? You are a real pa-" she was interrupted by a holler coming from around the corner.

"Fruit of my loins!"

The girl groaned and blushed furiously, covering her face with her hand while the boys all snickered at the nickname.

"Mom, how many times have we talked about you calling me that in public?" She asked, her hand still on her face.

An older version of the girl in front of them appeared and Finn whistled, "Mother? My God, those are good genes!"

Logan could only agree with him but he was more concentrated at the girl in front of him and her flushed cheeks - so enticing.

"What's taking so long? I've been waiting for you for ages," the older woman asked and observed the group as she was approaching them, "Oh, I see, you've found yourself some boy-toys. You know I'm all in favour of some good time but we really need to leave, we're already late for the festival."

The boys just looked with wide eyes at the woman's suggestion, not used to that kind of public insinuations in these circles.

"I would like to say that I've been having a good time, but unfortunately that is not the case."

"Why?" The older woman looked the boys over, "I see three very fine specimens here, you sure could have some fun with them."

Finn was amazed by the woman and fell down to his knees, grabbing her hand, "Where have you been my whole life?" He exclaimed to what Colin snickered and Logan sighed inwardly.

"Oh! An Aussie! Just like in my wildest dreams!" She exclaimed to which Finn gulped loudly, "But we really need to leave now. C'mon, kiddo, let's motor!" She turned to her daughter.

The girl looked hopefully at Logan, "May I please have my shoes back now? Finally?!"

Her mother laughed loudly as she observed the situation, "So that's what has been going on! What's he demanding of you to get your shoes back?"

Wow… This woman sure knew how to play the game. He wondered if the girl could be the same. On another thought, she didn't seem like that.

"He got this harebrained idea that I'd be willing to kiss him in order to get my shoes back," she explained offhandedly and then smiled wickedly at him to what he had to gulp - What the hell is about to happen? - "But guess what, buster, keep them. We're off."

"You sure about that? They seem like nice shoes…" Logan asked hoping their encounter wouldn't end so soon.

"Why do I get the feeling you're more disappointed by this turn of events than I am?" She asked knowingly and turned around to join her mother.

Sufficient to say, Logan was rendered speechless, what doesn't happen often. Honestly, it doesn't happen at all. What was it with this girl? And who the hell was she?

To his surprise, the girls in front of them whispered something between each other amusedly then nodded and then did the most unexpected thing ever: they curtseyed. The boys were shocked.

The older woman laughed with tears in her eyes at the boys' looks, "I see why you wanted to do this - it's hilarious."

"Yeah, they mentioned something about girls falling on their knees for this Beach Boy over here," she pointed her head at Logan and the boys snickered, "so I figured a curtsey would do. Just so that he doesn't end up with getting no game tonight," the girls turned around, hooked their arms together and sauntered away to the parking lot - one of them barefoot.

Colin and Finn were full-on laughing with tears now, Logan could only imagine he would be hearing about this for years to come. First, about the girl who rendered him speechless. Second, about the Beach Boys comment. But first, he had to do something to even out the field, "Hey, Cinderella! I'll be seeing you!" He waved at her, still with shoes in his hand.

The girl turned around, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "Wouldn't put my money on it," she replied with a wink and continued forward.

Well, one fact is safe to state - he wasn't expecting this. None of this, actually. Being hit in the head by a flying shoe, meeting a girl who didn't swoon at his feet, a girl who didn't know who he was, a girl who was obviously intelligent. Nor his friends witnessing this, him being rendered speechless - a rarity in itself, not even not being able to get the girl's name.

Most of all - he wasn't expecting to meet those blazing blue eyes which made him lose any common sense when he looked at them.

Sighing inwardly, he looked at his friends to find them rolling their socks off. He glared at them and moved to get to the pool-house to get started with the sub-party. He for sure needed a drink.

Now he only had to find her - not an easy task, if he assumed correctly. But he wouldn't be Logan Huntzberger if he gave up easily.

TBC!

(Author's Note: So, here it is: the prologue. I just wanted to get this one out to motivate myself to write faster. I already have a few chapters written - they just need some editing. Also, please bear in mind that English is not my mother tongue so I apologise for any eventual mistakes in advance.

No worries, I haven't forgotten about my other story - "Home, Again". I'm still diligently working on it and I think I'll just post it all at once when I'm done with it. As I've said - it is meant to only be in three parts plus an eventual epilogue if I feel like there's something left to tell. But this story here has been chasing me for some time now and I think it's time to tackle it properly. Also, thank you all for wonderful reviews on "Home, Again" - they gave me the boost and courage to get this story up and running. With that said, I hope you'll enjoy this one as well and let me know your thoughts in the reviews!)