A/N: I put the beta'd version up, much, much better, you kick ass Pixelie! And thank you all for your reviews, they are greatly appreciated, especially when they're constructive. I'm working hard on new chapters, but life's a bitch, even so close to the new year…

Since Logan was still in a deep hazy sleep for most of the day, Rory managed to get a rather large amount of studying done. She was feeling slightly positive that she would be up and about in time for her last finals in a few days. From the sounds she heard Logan make in his sleep every now and again, however, she could judge that he would probably not be up to studying anytime soon. What's more, he sounded rather worryingly ill. She was hoping that she hadn't sounded like that herself. His ragged, heavy breathing, coughing spells (through which he would sleep) and some rather unfortunate bowel sounds all combined brought out a feeling in Rory she'd never experienced, because frankly, she'd never had to. She wanted to take care of him.

Logan suddenly spluttered a little louder, grunted, stuck his messy blonde head a few inches above the blankets and then was completely silent.

"Morning Sunshine!" Rory couldn't help but grin a little at seeing the same stupor on his face that she had felt, say, 8 hours earlier when she woke up with an extra bed, man included, in her room.

"Wha…" Logan was flabbergasted, but before he even got the chance to ask questions or be witty he felt his guts crinkle and squeal. Rory jumped out of the way in time and pointed to the left side of the room shouting "Bathroom! There!" as Logan rushed out of bed with a complexion close to green.

Poor thing, seems like he was even sicker than Rory had been. Of course, the sleeping pills could have had some side-effects, Rory thought. In order to allow him a little dignity she turned on the radio and increased the volume until it was audible in the bathroom. "Why do I care so much?" Rory thought. She had a gnawing feeling in her stomach and it wasn't hunger or guilt. She was feeling sorry for Logan. She never wanted to see someone she liked being so sick.

But then again she didn't like him. No way, José. Absolutamundo not.

After about fifteen minutes, Logan came out of the bathroom looking surprisingly fresh.

"Before I start asking questions, I need to say something Ace." Logan looked serious.

"In the first place, thank you for pointing me to the bathroom, would've hated to do.that all over your carpet or God knows what. Secondly, I used one of your towels. I'll wash it when I feel better. Now, what the hell is going on here, why am I here, how did I get here and… and… how come I feel a lot better than yesterday?"

"Ho bucko, one question at a time. All of your first questions are answered in this lovely note. Read it and I guess it'll partly answer your fourth question too." Rory smiled and gave Logan the note. How could a guy with the flu look so hot, just seconds after he'd puked his brains out…

Logan read the note in silence, grinned, and then looked concerned. "They sure got us huh…" He said.

"It doesn't explain how they got me and my bed in here though. I'll have to get that out of them later." He looked thoughtfully around the room and then over to Rory.

"You've moved your desk." he said.

Rory was surprised by his attentiveness to how her room had looked before. "Well, technically, the person that moved you in here moved my desk, hence, you moved my desk. But I am touched that you remember where it used to be. I'll extend my condolences to the desk. I'm sure it misses its former spot…"

"Wow Ace, you're almost back to normal!" Logan said and couldn't help but smirk a little.

"Yeah, I think I'm getting there… I managed to do a lot of studying, I just hope they'll let us out in time for me to be able to get to my finals." she sighed.

"Well if you're thinking about finals," Logan said, "then you're definitely on the mend. Almost back to the book-sniffer I know and" He swallowed the words "and love" that had almost escaped his mouth. He couldn't love her, and he couldn't say that, yet.

"Well, you were smirking until about two seconds ago—what's wrong? Baby needs to do burpy?" Rory said

Logan smirked again. "Yup," he said "I guess sleeping through the worst 48 hours and puking my guts out afterwards got me through the worst. Colin's sleeping pills were good for something then." He ignored her comment on how his face had fallen. Not a good time to spill your guts to a girl Logan after spilling yours all over her bathroom.

An awkward silence passed between the two of them.

"So," Rory spoke, "since we're locked up here and not feeling too bad, I think we should make the most of it."

Logan was surprised by her happy-go-lucky attitude; Rory was always such a worrywart.

"You name it, Ace. Anything that doesn't include food and is possible within this room I am totally in for."

"Don't you get any ideas now Huntzberger!" Rory glared at him, as Logan had looked suggestively at the bed.
Boy, why did that give her a hot flash… she shouldn't be thinking about dirty things with Logan, let alone naked Logan… wait, where did the naked Logan come from? Get a grip Rory, she mentally commanded herself.

"I was thinking more about…" this is your chance Rory, you won't get another opportunity like this, just say it "about….talking, you know about just little stuff, or, important stuff, if you want?" She felt very insecure, even though she shouldn't, he was just an acquaintance. A burden put upon her by their stupid roommates, and he was arrogant and she shouldn't give a damn about what he thought.

"Talking, how exciting! Are you sure you wouldn't rather read my thoughts, Ace?" Logan said, but he wasn't exactly disappointed by the idea.

She wanted to get to know him, which could be considered a good thing. He usually didn't like to talk about himself, and he wasn't exactly excited about this particular time, but he did want to get to know more about Rory. Frankly, he didn't really mind her knowing a little more about him either. It had dawned on him during the past few weeks that he'd been thinking about her a lot. She wasn't his type, which as alarming: Only his ex-girlfriend of 3 years had been of the 'not-my-type'-type. Finn and Colin's stunt sprung on his stunt had been embarrassing, all the more because the words of the song rang rather true in his ear "you're like the bright morning dew, on a brand new day". Rory could be a new beginning for him. Something Logan craved after all his mess-ups during the past few years. He needed a new start of brand old Logan, maybe Rory could bring out the person in him that many people hadn't seen in a while, except for his best friends. But in order to allow her to be just that, he'd have to be totally honest with her, and the thought of that scared him to death.

However, he wasn't going to show too much just yet. He needed to find out how Rory felt about him, and right about now, he had no clue. Logan was no fool, he wasn't about to let his heart be trampled by hanging it on his sleeve for everyone to grope and beat. He might allow her a peak inside his jacket, a peak at his sheltered heart.

"Talking." he said. It was a statement, not a question this time.

A/N: Do it! Press that button! It's so close! It'll make the next update come quicker! (Christmas is looming and I need to get them there.)