A/N: A quick update! For your pleasure dear readers. Thank you for your feedback, and pixelie: you kick ass, my dear beta....

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. She was sick of Logan getting his way with her. Ugh, well, not that way, but getting at her with his jokes, pranks, and stabs under water. She really wanted to get back at him and when she felt the need to sneeze, she thought she might as well sneeze in his face. Right back at ya, Huntzberger! Don't mess with a Gilmore that's ill. Actually, don't mess with a Gilmore ever because it's bound to blow up right in your face, literally!

Suddenly the sound of her cell phone rang through the room. Shit, she had to get it quickly. The noise, the noise, please stop ringing phone…

"Stop the noise!" Rory panted.

"Is limo-boy still there?" Lorelai asked over the phone?

"Yeah…still there…." Rory glanced over to the bed and couldn't help a slight smile playing on her lips when she saw his tousled blonde hair just peeking out above the blankets. Oh boy… this had all gone way off track…

The previous day

"It had seemed like a good idea at the time." Logan thought bitterly when looking into the mirror. He couldn't have gotten infected by Rory because of one sneeze, could he? Well, whatever it was that gave him this flu, he wanted it to die or, even better, die twice.

"Loge, mate, you ok?" Finn shouted into the bathroom "Cause I heard some horrible noises coming out of there and I know you can hold your liquor better than that and we didn't even go out and drink last night. So, um, do you need medicine or something?"

"Just leave me be, Finn. I'm gonna…erm…."

Finn could guess what he was 'gonna' from the hurling sounds that came from the bathroom during the next minutes. And he wouldn't be Finn if he didn't immediately spot an opportunity to gain from Logan's misery.

Walking past the Yale Daily News on his way to find Colin at the physics department, Finn saw someone else he desperately needed to talk to in order for his plan to work. He had hoped to be able to have Colin do this task for him, since talking to Gellar wasn't one of Finn's favorite pastimes. Just as he was contemplating whether to walk over to the building and get it over with or to bolt and not look back, he was surprised by an angry shout coming from the window of the newsroom.

"Aussie-boy! Stop standing there looking useless and get your butt over here!" Paris hollered out of the open window.

"That's 'ass' Paris! Real journalists say 'ass'! And what are you doing at that window?" Paris smiled as she had managed to hit a nerve with Doyle. She was going to get some good tonight…

"Erm… what's up Paris?" Finn hesitantly said. This could not be something good. It was Gellar after all. She was rumored to have bitten people before.

"Let's cut the crap and get to business," Paris growled at him. "I don't like you and your friends but apparently my roommate does. And Huntzberger," Paris spat out as if the name was a disease in itself, "seems to like her too, judging from your antics and his red face the other day."

Finn nodded but was wise enough to keep his mouth shut. One does not interrupt Paris when she's on a roll, not even when one agrees with her.

"Since Huntzberger is too stubborn to admit it and do anything about it, because, hey, his reputation might suffer actually having to face up to liking a girl that doesn't fall at his feet," She took a deep breath, "and since Rory is too naïve to see the big banners waving in her face, I think it's time we did something about it."

"Well," Finn finally had the nerve to speak, "I came up with a plan this morning and I was just fetching Colin to set things in motion."

"Lets hear it." Paris said.

"Well, our reporter friend has actually managed to get Logan ill with that, formidably big for such a small girl, might I say, sneeze of hers."

Paris began to laugh. Wow, those aristocrat inbreeds really did have a weak constitution. She could make a nice bio project out of this one day. New England aristocrat lab rats, what a sight. She as a 'half-breed'—her mother was from different circles—only had half the inbred genes all the other Mayfair children had. She could finally congratulate herself with her family on something.

Composing herself, Paris sent Finn a questioning look. "And how does having Logan, ill in his bed, far away from Rory, help our cause?"

"Ay, there's the rub!" Finn exclaimed. "And it is exactly this that we can fix. Aren't you, as a roommate, rather afraid of getting infected by hanging around with Rory?" Like a used car salesman, Finn didn't let Paris answer that question. "Well, Colin and I do. So what better way of getting these two together then…"

"Sticking them in a room together!" Paris interrupted. Finn looked a little miffed that she caught on so fast.

"That's an excellent idea Finn! I guess I can stay with Doyle for a while."

Doyle had been eavesdropping and turned several shades of red and pink, undecided whether this was a good thing or not, but knowing he couldn't stop Paris from moving in temporarily and taking over his life if she wanted to.

"So the Branford area can be a quarantine zone, keeping the sick away form the healthy. I'd never taken you for a smart one Finn, but this will work! I won't have anything to do with getting Logan over there however… you can sort that out for yourselves." At that Paris snapped the window shut and left Finn standing agape. He had sort of forgotten the tiny detail of actually getting Logan to move across campus…

Later that Afternoon

"Logan?" Colin apprehensively entered the room. "Logan are you awake?"

No reaction came from the bundle of sheets. Logan was fast asleep and that was exactly what thy guys needed. Of course, a double dose of sleeping pills in his juice had helped a whole lot, but they just couldn't take any risks.

Before one could say "conundrum" or any other trisyllabic word, four rather large gawky looking men had picked up Logan, complete with bed, and were lifting him through the French doors of his suite, into the garden of their luxurious dorm. Any Passerbys would have looked upon the ensuing scene with glee, but luckily for Logan his roommates had chosen "the move" to take place during the quiet hours of late classes but before the dinner rush.

Quickly, the men hoisted the bed up and started walking towards a van. Finn couldn't believe how easy this was. "Exactly how many sleeping pills did you give him, Colin?"

"Enough I think," Colin said. " I gave him what I see my mom taking but she's a heavy user of course, so it might be a slight overdose for our featherweight friend here…"

As the van stopped outside the courtyard of Branford Hall, Paris opened Rory's windows.
As soon as she saw the men enter the courtyard with Logan fast asleep in his bed, she couldn't help but laugh. This luckily didn't wake Rory and Paris left the boys to do their job as she made a hasty exit to healthy, germ-free air at Doyle's place.

Rory didn't wake up as Logan's bed was put in her room, nor as the movers moved her desk in order to make place for said bed.

Colin and Finn paid the movers, who would keep telling this story at birthdays and parties for years to come, and quickly took a few snapshots of the peacefully sleeping couple. Finn left the note with explanation for them both and put a padlock on the window so only the air-vent could be opened. He left an explanatory note at the coffeemaker and hit the power button (Logan had once let slip that one could probably get Rory to do anything for a cup of coffee and they'd had a good laugh at him for a week, telling him stuff he should make her do for him) and exited with Colin through the door of Rory's room, which Colin locked with the key Paris had left them. Boy, this was gonna be fun. Too bad they couldn't be there to witness it first hand…

Rory awoke to the faint smell of coffee. She crinkled her nose and checked with herself whether she was feeling anything odd, nausea, or pain before she got up. Ugh, she was still feeling crappy. What time was it anyway, and, wait a minute, Paris never made her coffee before, what was going on? Apprehensively, Rory peeked over the edge of her warm little blanket nest. Everything seemed fine. Why was her desk moved to the left? And…

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Rory screamed, "What are you… how…. what… why? Pariiiiiisssss!!!!" She belted out but no answer came. What the hell was Huntzberger doing in her room, in his own bed for crying out loud, which, she had to note, was perhaps still better than finding him in her bed… or was it…? How had they been able to move him in here? And why wasn't he waking up from her screaming? Rory was nothing like Lorelai in situations like this. In crisis situations Lorelai sprang into Mommy Problem-Solving Mode. Rory, even when she wasn't ill, wasn't much of a problem-solver, she was a mommy-caller.

The phone rang a few times before a very disgruntled Lorelai answered.

"Go away! It's 5:30 in the morning. I will send my boyfriend to kill you."

"Moooom," Rory wailed "Mom, I'm still sick and they put Huntzberger in my room and there's coffee!"

"Whoa whoa… hold on baby… this doesn't make sense. Is there something wrong with the coffee? And who made you sleep with Huntzberger, your naughty other persona?" Lorelai was a little confused.

"No, it's not like that. I woke up this morning because I smelled coffee, and then I saw that someone had moved Logan into my room last night. Bed and all. And, oh my god! They've padlocked the window and locked my door as well, from the outside… Where are my keys?"

Lorelai heard Rory rummage through drawers, she was clearly upset, but Lorelai could see the benefits from this situation too. She knew her daughter liked Logan. Maybe spending some time together would get her to open her eyes a little.

"Ok you, search for keys later, answer my questions now. Question: Where is Paris? Short answer please, I need to assess your situation. Gosh I feel totally FBI now…"

"Paris isn't here." Rory stated tiredly.

"Ok, so, did she leave a note?"

"Erm, well…. yes! I see something on the coffee machine, but the handwriting is not Paris'… and… oh my god!"

"You're saying that a lot, he might get tired of it," Lorelai said "now read the note to Mommy!"

"Ok it says:


Hello Ace. You've managed to infect Huntzberger with your big sneeze the other day. We, as his roommates, also speaking for Paris, do not wish to be infected by this apparently highly contagious bug. We have decided to quarantine you until you get better. There's coffee as you can see, and Logan has our numbers if you need anything. We'll get it to you. Now, have fun you two! Oh, and we locked you up because you leaving the zone would ruin the idea of quarantine. Paris is taking notes for you Rory, so don't worry about classes and you'll have plenty of time to study for finals now that you're locked up with all your books.

Finn, Colin, Paris.


P.S. If Logan doesn't wake up, Colin might have overdosed him on the sleeping pills a little. Don't worry; he'll come around sometime tomorrow. Take advantage of it. Draw on him with sharpies or something…"

Lorelai was in hysterics on the other side of the phone by now. "Oh Rory, write something about balls on his face, please…"

"Mom, this is so not funny…. I'm not feeling well, and, well, Logan isn't either, presumably. What are we going to do all day? Puke together? Fun!"

"I think you'll figure it out baby, and by the sound of it, you feel a lot better than the last time I talked to you, oh wait, I didn't talk to you, you just smashed your phone against the wall. How do you like your new one by the way?"

"I'm sorry I didn't call mom. I love the phone, thank you, the Hello Kitty edition is just too cool, but today is actually the fist time I am actually not too exhausted to speak, so, I didn't have the energy to call sooner."

"It's okay hun, get some sleep before Logan wakes up okay? And have some fun with him, promise?"

"Can't promise but I will sleep some more. Can you call me back at a less ungodly hour? I'm going to try and not be a zombie today and get some studying done." Rory said.

"That's my girl!" Lorelai cooed. "I'll call you back at, say, 10:30. Deal?"

"Deal. Thanks mom. I love you."

"Love you too, oh, just one more thing…"

"What?"

"Logan and Rory sitting in a tree, k..i..s..s…"

"Bye Mom!" Rory hung up on her mom. She could be so incredibly childish sometimes. She did not like Logan. And he didn't like her. She'd been trying to convince herself of this all through her dreams last night and she wasn't being convinced of anything else anytime soon.