A/N: First off, I have been getting some reactions I'd like to address (on illusive and ). 1. About cursing: The way I have my characters speak and curse every so often (I don't think it's that much) is how I perceive people around me speaking and it is how speak myself. If Gilmore Girls weren't a PG show, I believe this is how the characters on the show would speak. Therefore I have upped the rating to R, rather than change sentences. 2. I had some comments on my characters being out of character. If you think so then please tell me in what way they are o.o.c. I am a beginning writer, and I really need constructive criticism in order to be able to fix things. Thank you ever so much.

Rory had been transfixed by Logan's changing facial expressions when he was quiet after her last question to him. Ever so subtly his face had changed from stunned, to thoughtful, to, could it be, rather pleased and then through scared to resolved when he finally said "Talking."

It was a statement, not a question, and she was glad for him seemingly agreeing to do what she wanted fo a while. It must be because he was still rather poorly that he was so subdued and willing to give into her requests, but she was going to make use of this situation, just like her mother had said.

"But don't get any ideas now Ace," Logan forced a smirk, "I may be a little sick, but i don't have cerebral diarrhea nor any of the verbal kind. I can still think before I speak so you're not going to get just anything out of me."

"I should have guessed" Rory was slightly releived to see something of the old Logan back

"Why don't we start with you?" He said, and got comfortable in his bed, facing her lying on his side.

Rory crawled back under the blankets too, and slid down to face him. This all felt awfully comfortable, much like a slumberparty like the ones she'd had with Lane and her mom, except that it was broad daylight and the door was locked, from the outside.

"Come on Ace, you suggested we talk, then it's only fair that you start the talking. I can suggest a topic if you want to…" but he then erupted in a rather bad coughing attack.

"Well, you seem rather incapacitated to speak right now, Rory said, so I'll think of my own topic." What are you going to do now Gilmore, think of a safe topic, you can do this.

"Let's hear it." Logan spluttered between two more coughs

"You know I'm Richard and Emily's granddaughter, right?"

"I thought that was well-established by now Ace."

"Okay, so, you know my mother is Lorelai Gilmore…"

Rory started telling him the story of her early life, Logan was hip to a few of the facts, mainly the teenage pregnancy and the part where her mom runs off, but apparently the New England old money hadn't been fully informed as to Lorelai Gilmore and her daughter's living circumstances after that.

"So you mean you actually lived in a pottng shed? But why didn't Richard and Emily…" he thought for a second and knew he had the answer already. it was the same old story.

"Nevermind, don't even answer that. My parents and all of their friends wouldn't have helped their daughter in a situation like that either. Those people have way too much care for their reputation." Logan sighed and shook his head slightly—not too muh, the headache was still sending waves of nausea through him

"I'm impressed Logan." Rory was a little stunned by how Logan, one of the elite Yalies of her time apparently, could dismiss his family and the ways of their crowds in such a huff.

"I'm not all that you think I am, Rory. Yeah, we have money, It's obvious that I'm not here on scholarship, but you know enough of my world, my parents' world, to know that not all the spawn of the New England elite take after their parents."

"I…" Rory sruggled for words a little, Logan looked so serious." I…I know, but you're involved with the Life and Death Brigade and you do all these extravagant things with your little elite group.."

"We're not an elite group." Logan interrupted her, looking almost angry.

"It's true that our founders were of the same kind as our families, but nowadays we allow other people in. We do rely on our rich alumni for a lot of the cash flow though, hence the fun parties" Logan smiled softly, remembering some of the particularly bright memories of thos eparties. Rory in tha gorgeous dress...

"Finn, for instance, isn't a Mayflower kid. He's an exchange student on a full scholarship. Quite a brilliant student, hence the scholarship."

Rory was lost for words. Logan's other, softer, dare she say more real side intimdated her a little. She suddenly remembered an anecdote that didn't fit the picture logan was painting of himsefl right now.

"You didn't mind sailing your father's yacht into the depths of the great ocean though, now did you? If you don't like your background, why flaunt it so much? Even spill it?"

She looked way too pleased with herself, Logan thought. "I can't run away like your mom did. I'm not pregnant," he couldn't help but chuckel at that "So I have no legitimate reason to. I abide my time in the hellhole of the Ancien Riche by using my father's wealth to my advantage. I am in no way, however, like him in character."

Logan's face grew stern "I don't think I am in any way better than anyone because of my financial status. And frankly, my parents would rather have me out of their crowd too. out of their family if they could. They can't wait for my younger brother to come of legal age so they can transfer all my hereditary duties onto him." Logan sighed. Rory had never seen him so worn and emotional. She flet a stinging sensation behind her eyes, she had to renmind herself not to cry, this wasn't the wednesday night true-story feature film for crying out loud! However, it did seem like this was mr. Arrogantbastard McCocky breaking down beside her…

"What can be so bad between you?" Rory said softly. She reached for logan's hand just next to her duvee. he took it without even acknowledging it. Sighing softly as she started to stroke his hadn absent-mindedly.

"My dad doesn't want me to take over his business, luckily it's not my dream either. Still, it isn't nice to know your dad will never think you're good enough for the family biz. I'm sort of the black sheep, but for the outside world they paint me white, because admitting to having a balck sheep in the family is bad enough as it is, they'd rather not. They just ignore me."

"How can they ignore you, you're their son?" rory knew she was asking against better judgement.

Logan laughed softly at her being so oblivious. She was lucky to be loved by all of the peple around her

"You saw my father talk to Doyle? He could've stopped by my dorm to tell me what he told Doyle, 'Call your mother, son. Start actually writing for the paper.' But he didn't. Last time I spoke with him was when I told him I had sunk his yacht, a freak accident by the way, no drinking was involved, but he wouldn't veen let me explain. He'd decided what had happened before i could veen tell him otherwise. He must have read the police report stating that I had nothing to do with it, and still he rather keeps to his own belief: all evil in this world is caused by my son, the spawn of Satan. All I see of my family is my dad's monthly cheques."

"Huh, so he's Satan is he?" Rory tried to lighten the mood. "And things like christmas and such, do you spend them in hell?"

"Nope, at the dorm actually. Last year we spent Christmas together, which didn't turn out well for several reasons. This year my parents are taking my brother to Aspen. I'm not invited.'

"Don't you have anywhere to go?" Rory asked wide eyed with disbelief an sadness, and

Logan saw the pity in her eyes—it stung him to be seen at his weakest. Damnit Logan, why did you spill your beans like that. he knew the answer was that it was because of her eyes, those eyes, that hypnotise you and then make you tell her everything. And her hand, so soft on his, making him feel like a little boy again, back when his mother took care of him when he was sick.

"Well, Finn's going to visit his parents in Australia, Colin's parents are friends of my parents so I can't stay with Colin. I'll just stay here and get some studying done." Logan sighed. Truth be said, he had calculated studying time over christmas, if it weren't for his lonely christmas he'd never get his studying done for the january finals.

"No way, that is not going to happen, I…"

She had a look of decisiveness on her face. But before Rory was able to finish her sentence there were noises at the door.

As they could have guessed, in came Paris, Finn and Colin, preceded by a blinding camera flash.

"Did we catch them in the act?" Rory heard Colin in the hallway.

"Nooo Colin," Logan growled. He then noticed that he and Rory were still holding hands and she released her grip at that same moment. The had been rather close.

"Nothing's going on, and luckily for you three we are both still alive and, well some of us not so well." Rory said in a pedantic voice.

"Get over it Gilmore" Paris grunted "we're here to unlock you, since I couldn't take another minute being in the same room with Doyle, if you're glad to be rid of Huntzberger, go thank Doyle, he'll love that."

"No, I'm going to take a shower, in your batrhoom might I note, since mine was recently used for unpleasant purposes. Make sure everything's back to normal when I get out!" Rory was feeling much better than she had in dyas she noticed, a shower was just what she needed. A shower and some thinking time.

"And you, Smitty," she looked sternly at Logan, who culd only laugh a this comical face, "we weren't done talking. You get better soon and I'll get back to you on…the thing. You were just about to answer but I'll give you some time to come up with a better answer than the lame excuse that was probably headed my way a minute ago."

Colin and Finn just stood there grinning at Logan as he seemed transfixed by Rory as she left the room.

"Come on mate! I think we have some talking to do. About a thing apparently…." Finn laughed as he and Colin hoisted Logan out of bed. "Nice pj's by the way"

"Logan was too weak to fight hem. All he managed to get out of his mouth between coughs and sneezes was: "But what about my bed?"