From the Beginning

Going on an adventure through the Rory Logan scenes and giving a Logan perspective.

This is the first time I am trying one of these, and I am going to try to go through some of the scenes from the series, sticking to canon, and writing to include the viewpoint of Logan. I may try to do some from the point of view from Rory as well, but I just think their differing views, and lack in communication is the premise of nearly all of their problems throughout their relationship.

Story is told from the third person, but Logan's inner thoughts are found in italics. I love reading AU also, so I'm hoping that once I get these thoughts out, I can potentially write out something new and fun.

I am a big Rogan fan, so this will lean Rogan.

I own nothing.

Season 5

Episode 03

Title: Written in the Stars

Scene: 001

Back on the Yale campus, means back to reality. Yale means putting a pause on the international partying, and a start on back to getting acquainted with the ladies of Yale. Hopefully it doesn't mean an immediate immersion back into dealing with Mitchum regularly, which always turns into talking business. It is his mission to make the most of the remainder of his college experience one to remember, or one to not remember, depending on how you are looking at it.

It's the first day back on campus and Kate has already dropped by to greet him. He doesn't recall meeting her the night before, but apparently they had met and he promised her lunch today after ducking out of her dorm in the middle of the night.

Colin and Finn meet Logan, and surprisingly the mystery girl who calls herself Kate doesn't seem to mind at all. They head off through campus to grab some lunch.

As they are walking through, Colin bumps into a tall, somewhat familiar lanky looking guy and some girl he is with while they are getting coffee.

"Oh, sorry" the guy apologizes immediately. Well at least he is polite. I can't place where I know him from.

"No seriously, you couldn't see me there?" Colin responds. Colin can be such an asshole for no reason at all. I am hung over and need to eat something soon, before I can even think about what I can be doing with Kate later.

"Not everyone is staring at you Colin." Finn pipes in.

Hmm, he is really familiar, I know him from somewhere. He has definitely been over to my place before. "Hey, I know you. Wait, wait wait, don't tell me; is he a uniform or some sort?"

"Um, Maytag repairman" Finn throws out. Honestly, when have I ever had an interaction with a Maytag repairman?

"I've bartended for you, for your parties" the tall brown haired guy responds.

That explains it. Gosh it has been a while; thank God my memory isn't completely shot.

"That's right. You have. You're a talented man. He makes a kick ass margarita."

"Ha, thanks." the guy responds nervously. Why is he coming off nervous? Jesus people can be so annoying when they are nervous. Maybe if Colin wasn't always such a snob.

I guess I'll play nice; I wouldn't want to make him look like a complete idiot in front of his girlfriend here. "It's good to see you again, what's your name?"

"Marty, uh, this is Rory." Rory, that's a different name. On second glance she is way too pretty for him. "Hi. So assuming your services are still for hire this year? Your financial situation hasn't changed at all?"

"Nope"

"Good, ok, I'll give you a call. Where are you living now?"

"Branford" Marty responds.

Perfect, and close by. Probably can help us out in a pinch. "Oh excellent, Branford, alright. Good running into you."

While walking away Logan glances back to see Colin still looking at him. Dammit if Colin kills this connection with a good bartender I am going to be pissed. It is way easier to find someone on campus we already know to come in, than find someone from the outside.

"Excellent shirt really, I can see what you see in him" Colin says to Marty.

God, he just can't help himself can he. "Don't be an ass Colin."

"Me? Never. I am a friend to all people, large and very very small." Colin responds, still looking at Marty. What does that even mean? I'm glad Kate seems to find this entertaining.

XXX

Next day

Rory exits the suite into the hallway to put up a flyer. Colin, Finn, and Logan enter the building from the outside in search of a particular room.

Colin, Finn, and Logan have spent the last hour and a half searching for the mystery girl that Finn swears he met last night. He claims to have left her dorm after they were done with their activities, but he needs to find her, because he can't remember her name and has no other way to contact her again.

I personally do not like to indulge in repeats with girls, they tend to get the wrong idea, especially if you don't make your intentions clear from the start. But if Finn wants to indulge himself, who am I to stop him. "Okay Finn, last building. "

"Please say it looks familiar." Colin added.

"Ahhh"

Well that is less than inspiring. "Apparently it doesn't look familiar."

"No. Hold on. Hold. On. Yes, here. This is where she lives."

"Excuse me, can I help you?" said a random girl in the hallway.

"No thanks." I brushed her off quickly, gotta keep up and make sure Finn doesn't do something incredibly embarrassing.

"Hey." the girl said again. I don't have time to deal with her questions. "Don't put your number. Don't put your number!"

"I'm not putting my number; I'm putting your number." Finn responded.

"That's my room." the girl inserted herself a little louder this time.

I whipped around to do a double take. Well she's definitely hot. "Okay, put my number." I threw a smirk her way, trying to be charming following the brush off I gave her moments ago.

"Are you sure this is your room?" Finn asked the girl.

"I'm sure." she responded.

"I could have sworn it was her room." Finn asserted. Finn hasn't been sure about anything today. This is so not her room.

"What's her name? Maybe I know her." the girl asked. She is being incredibly helpful. She is really pretty in an unassuming way, not usually what I go for. But new year new me.

"It was… short." Finn stated. He doesn't have her name; I already know this. I don't need this girl knowing we are the kind of guys that can't even remember something as basic as a girl's name.

"Oh, I can understand your disappointment. Losing a potential soulmate like that. But that is my room." the girl quipped sarcastically.

Okay, never mind. She is not interested in being nice anymore. I'll just apologize. "I'm sorry about the mix-up. My friend here, he means no harm. He just has to learn that Guinness and blondes, they don't mix."

"Redheads!" Finn shouted. Like that matters right now. I am trying to be charming and smooth this over. "We sincerely apologize, and we will now leave you to finish putting up your poster of - this really old guy." Okay what is with the old guy. Does she just have a thing for old guys, maybe she is trying to start a club or something. That would be kinky.

"Professor Asher Fleming." she stated flatly. Well that's an interesting turn of events. I took Flemings class, and I think he was the professor all the girls swooned over, I guess this makes a little sense.

"What? They were out of Orlando Bloom?"

"Professor Fleming died last week, we are throwing him a wake."

She's throwing the wake, must have been really close with him "Okay so were you and Fleming… "

"No!" she shrieked.

"Sorry! Just - You are putting up a poster of him up in your hallway, you can see where get the impression he is a little bit more than a teacher." I might as well just lay my cards out there. This girl is extremely difficult to read. Very hot and cold.

"Well he was more than a teacher. He was a great writer, and an inspiration, and many other things you couldn't possibly understand."

Definitely more cold than hot right now. "You don't like me. You don't know me, but you don't like me."

"I know you." Uh oh. "You do?"

"We met yesterday. With Marty." Okay so we haven't hooked up, that's good because I think I would be disappointed if I managed to forget this one. Who is Mart? "Marty?"

"Marty. My friend Marty. He bartended for you."

I cannot wrap my head around why she is so angry. But, it is actually kind of working for her, kind of hot. "Yes! Marty. I'm sorry. It slipped my mind, of course I met you yesterday with Marty. It's nice to see you again…" Shit of course I can't remember her name.

"Rory!"

Right, a pretty girl with tall brown haired bartender guy. Bartender guy who I need to keep as a friend to work our parties. "Nice to see you again Rory. You are looking well, angry works for you."

"I'm not angry, I'm just irritated."

Wait what? "By me?"

"Yes. "

"Because I forgot for a moment who you were?" Which shouldn't be all that surprising based on my friend Finn's obvious display of not caring to remember people's names. I thought she thought that was funny. She definitely doesn't see this as funny.

"No, because you speak to people as if they are below you."

"People?" I'm lost. Where did the guys go?

"Marty!"

Okay, I have to get out of here. I am having a hard time following where on earth her anger or irritation is coming from. "Ah - your friend Marty."

"Yes. My friend Marty. You talked to him like dirt, and that's why I am looking at you like this."

Hmm, so her friend Marty. I definitely remember thinking she was too pretty for him. Glad she confirmed that he's her friend and not boyfriend. "I'm sorry. What did I say that was so bad? I said hello, and I think I said that he makes a kick ass margarita."

"It's not what you said, it's how you said it"

Okay so she wants to argue semantics. This is taking an interesting turn. I didn't think pretty girls could have a conversation, or would go to this length to stand up for some friend. "And how did I say it?"

"Like Judy Dench."

Ouch. "Ouch."

"Just because someone doesn't have money or a fancy family, doesn't mean they are inferior to you."

I never said it did, but it kind of does, doesn't it? Oh well. "I agree."

"And just because somebody is a bartender at a party for you and your friends, it doesn't mean that you can talk to them like a servant."

Definitely more debatable "Well…"

"What?!"

"I hired him, I paid him, and he served. That's what a servant does."

"Are you serious?!"

"For the sake of argument." And simply because the more angry you get, the more attractive you are. Maybe passionate works for you, I would not mind finding out.

"He was doing a job."

"A job he took willingly."

"Some people have to work."

"And I bet if you ask him, he made excellent tips that night. Because my friends, they tend to enjoy the refills." Actually, when I think about it, Marty probably makes more money at my parties than anywhere else that hires him. My friends love a refill, and the more they get refilled the more they usually tip.

"Not the point."

Clearly she has never worked for tips. Now I can't say that I have either, but I can at least understand that throwing money around gets you stuff because people value money. "To a bartender, tips are very much the point."

"Just because you pay somebody, doesn't mean that you can speak to them as if they are beneath you."

She's right about that, my speaking to someone in a certain way has absolutely nothing to do with me paying them. Now my mother, on the other hand, equates people based on their position and values them based on the amount they make. That's probably not a worthy arguing point. "Actually, the fact that this is a free country means that I can speak to anyone in any manner which I choose. However, the rules of a civilized society frown upon a certain obvious show of snobbery. So if that's your argument."

"I don't have an argument."

Wait, we can't stop now. I am liking this too much, maybe more than I anticipated. I think this argument might be turning me on a little bit. "Well, I can give you a moment to formulate one, if you want to continue."

"I'm busy."

"You concede." Please don't concede.

"I don't like it when people hurt my friends."

"And you react when goaded?"

"I am not goaded. I am so far from goaded. Get out your compass and I will show you how far from goaded I am."

You are literally, actively reacting when goaded right now. "I think we've got ourselves a serious debater in our midst."

Finn comes charging down the stairs with a look of bewilderment on his face. "Logan! I found her!"

I guess this is my queue to leave. "Tell Marty I said hi. And I promise to remember you instantly next time. Now, tell me that wasn't fun." God I got to throw in something flirty, something charming, something for her to remember that this was fun. "Master and Commander"

"The movie?"

"No, that's what I want you to call me from now on."

Logan throws back one last smirk and heads up the stairs to follow Finn.

AN: So I am pretty nervous about this and wondering if this is something people might even care about.