3. Oy, with the noise already!

A/N: Lots of Logan this time (because I know I like fics with a lot of Logan better too….) By the way, rating is precautionary for language and possible later scenes.

"So, Logan, mate, what are you up to that you need my trusty old señorita?" Finn asked Logan, who just rushed into their dorm from the paper.

"Well, Finn, think I've found the perfect opportunity to get our lovely Ace to lighten up a bit."

"Reporter girl? That would be your lovely Ace, lad. Not ours, just yours."

"Are you drunk Finn? We all know you like the booze, but I just didn't take you for a post-wake-up pre-four-o-clock in the afternoon boozer…To get to my point, Ace happens to have gotten bitten by the winter bug. She's in bed with the flu."

"So? My friend I feel bad for your girl being sick, but what does my guitar, a fine example may I say, signed by Eric Clapton pre-Tears in Heaven, have to do with your chick being sick?"

"She's not my chick Finn! Seriously, you must be delirious. Do you have a fever as well? If you keep from yapping for a second, I will tell you what my plan is and what your guitar has to do with Ace being sick, immobile, and grumpy in her bed.

I thought we might serenade her from beneath her window, since she's currently unable to run from us—with the being sick and in bed and all….I have a perfectly improper song that will make her totally uncomfortable, and I mean not just from your horrid singing."

"My singing?"

"Oh no, please tell me Finn isn't going to sing!" Colin just breezed into the common room with his arms full of groceries—someone had to be the responsible one in their 3 Stooges ousehold.

"Yes, Colin, indeed he is. And so are we. We are going to serenade Ace, who is sick in her bed, to get her to lighten up a bit and get over being a pathetic whiney-baby." Logan said with a mischievous grin.

"That has to be the stupidest plan I've ever heard." Colin sighed. "If that reporter girl of yours is anything like you when you're sick, which I guess is the Connecticut old-money way of dealing with being "unwell", there'll be no lightening up, just beating up. And we won't be the active participants."

"Colin, Colin, always so serious. It's a great idea, man! Finn thinks it's a great idea too. Don't you Finn?"

"Um, whatever mate…I don't mind a little beating myself, sort of turns me on. Aggressive girls float my boat so to say, so, I say go for it."

"Exactly! So I'm gonna go get some extra props from the store. I think we need to go all-out in this, and you can prepare your act in the meantime! See you later, guys!" Logan said and practically skipped out of their dorm.

Finn and Colin both agreed that this was very disturbing behaviour from Logan. He knew the rules of engagement; you don't seek out contact with sick or mentally unstable girls. It makes them clingy. And in any young men's handbook, clingy girls are the number one thing on the list of 'things to avoid at all costs'.

"So why is our crazy roommate doing this? He must really want her back at the paper…"

"Well, with my amazing people skills I have of course long ago noticed the obvious chemistry between our friend and reporter girl."

Clin nodded in agreement. They'd all seen it, but since Logan had chemistry with so may people, including Colin's grandmother, no one ever thought anything of it. However, not immediately trying to score with someone he had chemistry with, with the exception, of course, to Colin's grandmother—at least, he sincerely hoped so—was news in Loganville.

"Secondly, Logan likes to nickname girls, but we both know he usually uses one of the names on his generic list. Ace was a surprising addition for all of us. Thirdly, she's absolutely not his type, with the not being dim, blonde, rich or easy, which can only lead to one conclusion…"

"He likes her." Colin stated with a slight hint of surprise in his voice.

"He doesn't just like her, he's totally falling for her Colin. But he's also oblivious to it, as much as she is, I think. Looking at the two of them makes me fear the future of journalism. The fine fleur of the Yale Daily News is fucking blind when it comes to clues about their own love lives. What is to become of the world?" Finn said as he dramatically jumped off the couch and picked up the sheets of paper with the lyrics of the song Logan wanted them to study. "Great! This song sucks…."

"They need our help dear friend! I think it is time we messed a little with Logan's not so genius plan… What song did he want us to sing? Something gay?"

Finn nodded with a disgruntled look and said, "All that 'Ace'". He made his own lyrics to "All that Jazz"…God, how awful…"

"Nevermind, we're going to sing a different song. We're going to make Logan serenade his Ace with a true love song. She'll be pissed at us anyway, so we might as well make use of the opportunity to get Logan and her to truly face each other." Colin said, smiling broadly over the plan forming in his head.

Paris had headed to the New Haven Mall because the small drugstore on campus just didn't suit her needs. She was in pre-med all right, but she had no idea what kind of stuff Rory needed, especially since she didn't know what was wrong with her in the first place.

"Great, I've got three kinds of painkillers, all different flavours of cold-medicine, cough syrup for prickly, deep, and shallow coughing, and ten kinds of nose spray… Let's see, get some band-aids just in case. She might claw at me if I get too close." Paris muttered to herself whilst emptying shelves of medicine into her basket.

"Claw at you? I didn't know Ace swung both ways Paris. And isn't she a little young for you?"

"Huntzberger! What are you doing here? Last time I checked they didn't sell blonde bimbo's here. You better check Wal-Mart…."

"Paris, Paris, so feisty and so offensive! I actually came to buy a little "get well soon" gift for your roommate. Surprised?"

"By your trying to suck up to Rory? Hardly! I'm surprised at how stupid you are to actually think she'll appreciate it. She's evil when she's ill. Seriously, death-threateningly evil. I'm only here because her mom asked me to get her some stuff. Listen to me Huntzberger, you're only getting this free advice once, because I'm in a particularly good mood today…"

"Seriously Gellar, you should sleep with Doyle more often if it takes that to defrost you." Logan interrupted her.

"You know what? I just changed my mind! Walk into the death-trap you're building yourself Huntzberger!! Go ahead and make my day!" Paris said with an evil glare.

Logan didn't feel beat yet. He was sure his little scheme would work. Rory Gilmore couldn't be as ferocious as Paris made her out to be, could she?

"Rory, I'm home!" Paris tried to speak softly as she knocked on Rory's door. God, being patient took a lot of energy!

With no response coming out of the bedroom Paris tried to open the door, but it was locked. Right! That was it! No more Miss Nice Guy…

"Rooooooryyyyyy! Open the goddamn door! Your mom made me buy you a lot of get-well crap and I didn't do that in order for you to ignore it! What am I going to say to her when she calls to ask me how you're doing since you broke your phone? Grow a spine and open that door!"

"No." Came a small voice from the room. "I've got my coffeemaker and coffee. I don't need anything else. I don't need your help! Now leave me alone until I feel better!"

"Rory…"

"Go away!"

That was enough. Paris was sick of it already and Rory had only been sick for a day. She walked over to her crafts corner and took out her handheld, automatic screwdriver.

Rory heard strange noises at her door. What the… someone was screwing with the lock! Before she knew it, Paris had D.I.Y-ed her way into Rory's room. She immediately walked over to the window to get some fresh air into the muffled room, which now had the distinct smell of 'sick people'.

"I swear, you wouldn't ask for help even if you were on your death bed!" Paris sighed as she opened the window.

"I am on my death bed! Now leave me to die in peace please…" Rory said.

"Get over it Gilmore! I'm taking care of you whether you want me to or not." Paris said.

She walked over to Rory, peeled off some blankets, and emptied the bag of medicine on her lap.

"Per order of your mom, take what you need. And you know, it's not healthy to be under so many blankets when you have a fever. You want me to check your temperature?"

"Okay, I appreciate it Paris, but you sticking a thermometer up my butt is a little too up close and personal for me…" Rory managed to get out between coughs.

"You're welcome. I'm going to make you some food. Well, order some food for you…feel up to it?"

Before Rory could answer she was startled by a racket outside. Shouting and screeching and then the hum of amplifiers and finally a very badly tuned guitar started to play a vaguely familiar riff right outside her window. When the (awfully bad) singing started, Rory didn't even need to open her curtains. She recognised that voice straight away. Boy, Finn's singing was as bad as his re-enactment of the passion of the Christ…

"Oy, with the noise already!" Rory managed to spit out angrily before she fell completely silent, shocked by the view outside her window as she opened her curtains…

A/N: Okay, there was too much stuff to put into this chapter so I've had to make two chapters out of it, leaving you with a mini cliff-hanger. First attempt at Logan and the boys… How'd I fare? Reviews greatly appreciated.