A/N: after the poetic justice of falling ill myself, I'm a now back at the computer and have churned out this chapter. I'm not completely satisfied, and it's a little short. Feedback greatly appreciated.

"What the hell!" Rory's eyes had the size of small saucers, well, make that flying saucers actually, when she took in the view outside her window.

In the courtyard were Colin and Logan, wearing tuxedo's, together with Finn in a rock star outfit, complete with torn-up jeans and an AC/DC shirt, going Jimmy on his electrical guitar and two huge amplifiers. All of them were wearing big pink bunny slippers – just like the ones Rory had under her bed. If only she had a camera and weren't too ill to even think about making a photograph…

"Well, hello there Ace!" Logan smirked and made a slight bow. "We weren't sure how much racket we'd have to make to actually get you out of bed and looking out the window. I must say, only 30 seconds reaction time surpasses all my estimates. I would've thought you quicker."

"Ugh…I…" Rory started to cough and Logan's smile faltered a little. He didn't want to upset her too much…Not that he cared about her, but it wasn't civil to have a girl choke by your fault.

"I…I have no words for this!" Rory spitted out with an angry face. "Again, what are you doing here making such a noise. And what were you playing anyway??" It hadn't sounded at all like anything famili, and Rory knew pretty much all kinds of music. She only steered away from Norse Viking Metal and that kind of crap, and she was pretty sure none of the frat boys at Yale were into that either.

"My dear reporter girl, we were not playing anything, we were merely trying to get your attention!" Finn called out in a way that would surely have elicited a Jack Sparrow reference from a healthy Gilmore.

"And so," Colin stepped forward, "we, Colin, Logan and Finn, will now finally play you a special song. No, it is not 'The cure' that would be too lame a pun. Finn; hit it!"

Logan's expression turned from wide grin into utter disbelief when Finn started playing the intro to a completely different song than the one he had told them to study. Colin and Finn winked at him and at Rory, and started to play their own little song.

Colin started crooning through the intro, as Logan's face got whiter and whiter.

This little song,

is for all the ladies in pj's

currently one in our midst.

let's hear it for the girl..hmm..hmmm…

"Colin, Finn, what are you doing!" Logan hissed.

Rory couldn't believe what was happening. She saw Logan's discomfort and that got her a little curious as to what song the boys were going to play. Somehow things not going according to Logan's plan amused her greatly.

Finn started up a familiar riff and in a surprisingly pleasant harmony he and Colin began to belt

Not his first, but at last, his everything,
And the answer to all his dreams.
You're his sun, his moon, his guiding star.
His kind of wonderful, that's what you are.

I know there's only, only one like Ace
There's no way they could have made two.
You're, you're all he's living for
Your love he'll keep for evermore.
Not the first, but at last, his everything.

At the sight of Logan turning bright red somewhere during the second line of this very special rock version of Barry White's ultimately tacky song, Rory started hiccoughing with laughter. She had to give the guys credit, she temporarily forgot all about being sick. At the end of the second verse Logan was physically trying to get Colin and Finn to stop singing and playing. He finally managed to disconnect the amplifier, however, his roommates continued the chorus in slightly off-key a capella song.

In you he's found so many things,
A love so new, only you could bring.
Can't you see if you,
You'll make him feel this way,
You're like a first morning dew on a brand new day.

At this moment the audience that had gathered in the courtyard had grown rather large. Many didn't know what to think of the two guys in tux and the guy in his eighties rockers don, wearing pink bunny slippers, and rocking to alternative lyrics to Barry White. Logan was obviously displeased by the goings on but had given up trying to stop his friends from singing since that seemed to only encourage them. He just stood there, mouth agape, shaking his head slightly and trying to figure out why he cared so much what rory woud think of this mock declaration of love.

Rory felt a strange tingle in her stomach and it wasn't nausea for a change. Despite her anger towards the guys for making such a display of themselves and her, she was wondering why Logan was so upset by them singing this song. And why exactly had they changed the lyrics? Logan and she weren't even very good friends…he couldn't…like he?

As the guys finished their song the crowd erupted in applause. Rory was still slightly flabbergasted and her original reason for being angry: the noise equalling a humongous headache, was resurfacing. She felt a tingle in her nose and decided to play hardball.

"Hey Huntzberger!" she waved him over to her window. As Logan approached Rory put up a stern face. "Why did you do that! And don't you dare say to cheer me up."

"No, I personally don't need cheering up," Logan said with a wink, "you however, could do with some, and from the smile you had on your face earlier it seems like it totally worked"

He mentally slapped himself for letting slip that he'd been observing here during the song. luckily she didn't seem to have noticed.

"Ohmigod. You are such a hubbug!" Rory exclaimed exasperatedly

"A hubbug?"

"A hummmmm-bug." Rory barely managed to get it out with her nose blocked and all.

Logan snickered at the term. "Where did you learn that word miss Oxford English Dictionary? Was it right next to Buttfaced miscreant?"

"Well, you need to practice on you alphabet a little logan, or do you have a thematically organised dictionary where you come from? You know what! Look it up for practice! It's what you are, so you'd better know what it means too." Rory felt her nose tingle a little harder. It was just what she needed. Teach that arrogant little brat a lesson. She'd have the last word this time.

"Well, I guess I'll have to if you can't tell me. Are you sure you know what it means yourself?'

"ugh…never mind….But Logan?" Rory said, and Logan turned back towards her, mouth open, ready for a final retort and his traditional last word.

"Achoo!" Rory sneezed right in Logan's face as he turned around. He looked at her with a mix of mock-disgust and slight panic.

"Oh dear, I do hope I'm not contagious anymore!" Rory said. And at that she closed the curtains, turned around and fell on her bed. She needed peace, peace and quiet. No Logan and friends to stir up her day and make her think all these thoughts. Thoughts about Logan she didn't want to have at all….she couldn't help a slight fuzzy feeling as she thought back at his wide-eyed look after she sneezed on him. She felt a little guilty now…he came to cheer her up, then his friends pulled one on him, and now she may have gotten him sick too….

"Bad karma Rory…you'd better watch your back or it'll get right back at you" she yawned before she drifted off to a rather restless sleep.