Taking care of each other - a Rory and Logan short story

Soooo, heres a new story I've been thinking about for the past few days, the chapters will be relatively short, as I plan for this to be just a short story but so far ive outlined the next two, so those should be up asap!! As always I own nothing to do with Gilmore girls, just a brain that loves to romanticise Logan Huntzberger. In saying that, this story is slightly AU, and not totally parallel to the events of the series; Logan does not propose, instead they moved to London for work after graduation and have subsequently ended up working together at their media company, they are married and live together in their New York home. If you have any questions, comments or ideas as always feel free!!

This is very random but im sorry if any terminology I use is different than what anyone is used too, I notice mostly US customary units and language being used on this platform, but im from the uk, so everything I use will be potentially spelt slightly differently, as well as units being apart of the metric system as opposed to imperial.!!

Enjoy x


Prologue/ flashback The afternoon (2pm)

If only she hadn't woken up with that damn fever was all Rory Huntzberger could think about as she ran through the busy streets of midtown Manhattan, Lenox Hill hospital was only eight minutes away, so running she had decided was her fastest option, despite her heavy head and tired bones, getting to her husband was the only thing she could think about.


That morning/ early hours (4am)

"Ace, Ace" Logan loudly whispered, trying to wake his wife from her clearly wrestles state of slumber. "Rory" he managed a little louder, switching from his calm rubbing up and down her back to a persistent shoulder shake.

Before he could get too worried she opened her eyes, just slightly, barely able to keep them open for a few seconds. After she could only manage a wordless mumble of sorts, one that even Logan wouldn't decipher, despite being accustomed to many an early morning mumble from his wife, his worried state set in.

Logan gently gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her upwards, into a sitting-like position before hopping out of their bed, padding into the nearby en-suite to retrieve the thermometer that they always kept in the cabinet drawer

Making sure that the batteries were in check and that she had a fresh glass of water he cupped the back of her head, that had fallen to one side and could only look like a sore neck. Logan tried to get her attention once again, "Hun. Rory Hun" he persisted, "open your mouth, i have to check your temperature." Looking slightly more alive Rory slowly opened it, allowing Logan to barely slip the metal stick under her tongue. Logan sighed as the small device beeped, the reality of her fever impending. "Oh Rory" he breathed out "39* is not what we wanted" he thought out loud

"Logan?" Rory seemed to question, "what, what?"

"Shhhhhshhhh" he soothed her obvious distress, rubbing where he was half comforting, half holding onto her arm so she wouldnt slump back down. After kissing her on the forehead and he felt her slightly relax as she became more conscious of his presence and her whereabouts "its ok, you just have a fever, 39* at the moment but I'll monitor it, in the meantime I'll get you some meds and water."

Logan left her to continue gathering her bearings as he got some Panadol and fresh glass of water, bringing them to her bedside where she took the pills gratefully with a small smile and a "Thank you."

"Do you want me to get you anything else?" Logan asked, still sitting on the edge of their bed

"Maybe a new pillow case, mine is damp" Rory replied as her head sunk and her eyes stayed barely open, too tired to care or be aware of what her fever had caused."Of course" Logan replied, squeezing her lower thigh as he got up to walk to their linen closet, two flights town in the cellar level of their upper west side brownstone.

With a fresh white linen pillow case in hand, Logan climbed the two flights of stairs back up to their bedroom floor, noting from the clock that shone on the stairwell wall that it was 4.31am, far far too early for anyones liking, but he would wake up at anytime every night if it meant helping Rory out of her wrestles and ill state. Logan knew both of them would have a difficult time waking up in just a few short hours to get ready for the work day ahead of them, not that he wanted Rory to go to work, she needed to rest. "Im sure that will go well" Logan spoke under his breath, just thinking about the argument that his wife would most likely put up in the morning, her inability to take a day off for herself, to rest and recover astounded him sometimes.

As he made it back into their bedroom, the original hardwood floor boards creeping under foot occasionally he found Rory still half in the sitting position that he left her in, but also turned to one side just barely covered by their duvet cover, like she had tried to put herself back into a sleeping position, then subsequently fallen asleep again. Her wrestles state and ability to fall asleep in any position was the first indicator to Logan that she was sick, Rory slept like a soldier every night, unable to fall into slumber if the pillows and covers weren't exactly right, barely moving in her sleep, so rolling around in distress wasn't like her at all.

Kneeling on the edge of their bed once again Logan gently moved his wife into a more comfortable sleeping position on his side of the bed, palm checking her forehead to see if her temperature had gone down, before pulling up the bed linens over her exhausted body. He hall made quick work of changing her damp pillow case despite his wife now sleeping on his own.

After fluffing and putting the pillow back just like Logan knows his wife likes he hopped into bed himself, setting aside a spare glass of water and two pills for Rorys fever in the morning before switching off the bedside light, shifting downwards in their bed. He wanted to at least give Rory a little space, she didn't need to be breathing in shared air while trying to fight off whatever illness wants to take over her body. Logan simply rolled over and held her hand, smiling as she unconsciously rolled over in her sleep, turning into his comfort as Logan layed there, willingly hoping that she wouldn't end up actually sick, it's always horrible to see the person you love sick.

(Any feedback and future chapter ideas are wholeheartedly welcome, the next instalments will be up very soon)