A/N: Ah yes, we are nearing the end- in fact, this is the last chapter! We still have more from Logan- a softer side not yet seen. Please pay attention and enjoy the show…

This chapter's title, lyrics and story idea was used from The Killers Mr. Brightside.

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

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"Logan, hunnie, come back to bed," the long legged red head called across the room. Unbeknownst to her, however, Logan had slipped away long ago with out as much as a note or telephone number. It was his usual routine- drink, have sex, leave when girl is sleeping.

The routine was becoming old and boring, too much like… a routine. Yes descriptive, but that's how he felt. He felt trapped in his free world of fine dining and random women. It was time to break the cycle and he wanted Rory to be the one to break it. His only problem was that she was with that fool Tristan, the guy he wished he was. Now not so much his personality or being but his relationship with Rory was far more than desirable.

Logan stepped out of his apartment and decided that now was as good a time as any to talk to Rory- sure it was late, but what would she be doing at this hour? He hailed a taxi to her joint apartment with Tristan and cringed at the thought of Tristan having his hands all over the beautiful brunette.

There was just something about that girl that had him wanting her more than a conquest, more than a number. She was a relationship, not just a fuck buddy. She was what he desired and he always got what he wanted. Why should now be any different? True this is a human we're talking about, but come on; she could be wooed away from that Tristan guy. Couldn't she?

"Bye mom, now don't fall in the elevator- we need to protect the baby," Rory said giddily as she rubbed her mother's stomach.

"Rory- as comforting a gesture as that is- just feels a little awkward when there's barely any growth," Lorelei rebutted and gave her kid a tight hug.

"Now you," Lorelei pointed at Tristan who mouthed 'me' and pointed at himself, "watch over her. Be good to her or I'll have to hurt you," she gave him another hug and stepped up to leave.

"Bye Rory," Luke gave the girl a slightly awkward hug, but quite warming for Luke. "Tristan, nice to see you again," he shook the man's hand and they both left down the elevator. It was nearly twelve and they really needed to start on their way home if they were going to make it alive.

Lorelei and Luke were barely in the elevator when a ravishing blonde haired boy rushed in to catch it before it closed. He knocked Lorelei slightly and turned to apologize.

"Watch it there speedy," she laughed softly as she turned back to face the boy.

"Sorry miss, I guess I just got a little excited," he smiled sincerely and turned for the elevator.

"Its okay kid- just watch out the next time you hit a pregnant lady," she smiled at him again and exited into the street.

Logan could barely contain his excitement as the floors neared the penthouse apartment. He had no idea of what he was going to say- especially if Tristan was there, and decided upon a fairly easy starter, 'I was in the neighborhood..."

The door opened and Logan rapped on the door softly. Rory answered the door with a smile that remained when she saw Logan.

"Uh hey Logan, what are you doing here?" she asked looking around him to try and find some answer to why he had come to her home.

"I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to see you," he smiled genuinely.

"That was mighty nice of you. How did a little lady like me ever get to e so lucky," she said in her best southern drawl. He laughed at her accent which made her smile.

Over the past month or so, they'd become pretty good friends who spent some time together alone- completely platonic they both agreed. Tristan was usually with them and they laughed easily around each other. Logan was surprised that Tristan came with them, yet figured it was because of a threat he had made to steal Rory. He definitely wanted to keep that and come through, but he just didn't know how to persuade her.

"Oh Rory you are too cute," he kissed her cheek innocently and she blushed slightly.

"So Mr. Logan, what are you doing here- you are never in my neighborhood," she accused and giggled ever so slightly.

"Are you calling me a liar? I did a lot of work to get up here- I took a cab, and then rushed in here knocking a pregnant woman to the side. She was pretty nice about it, didn't seem pregnant though, then rushed up the elevator anxiously and you accuse me of not being in the neighborhood? I'm hurt!" he said barely pausing for breaths to add his melodramatic technique.

"That pregnant woman would be none other than Lorelei Gilmore the first, my dear mother, and yes I am accusing you of just showing up to see me," Rory rebutted and leaned against the door frame.

"I never said I didn't just come into this neighborhood to see you…you know I wish he wasn't here- he doesn't like me," Logan looked into his hands.

"Why do you have to go and say things like that? I mean here we are having a great conversation and you ruin it by bringing up how much Tristan supposedly hates you and how much you keep pining for me- Logan this needs to stop!" Rory shouted getting Tristan's attention as he slowly made his way to the door.

"God Rory- why are you still with him when you know how much I love you?"

"Because…because," she paused as tears reached her eyes. "Because Logan, I love him. We love each other. And I…I don't love you like that. I think it would be best if we stopped seeing each other for awhile," she paused and gave him a soft kiss to the lips as a means for goodbye.

Logan wouldn't give in that easily and quickly pulled her into a passionate kiss that wasn't one sided. She was reciprocating every movement he made and falling into an easy rhythm until she had enough tears in her eyes to pull away.

"What the fuck Logan?" she asked pushing herself to the door.

"I wasn't the only one kissing there- you started it and I merely took it to the next level," he said defensively.

"I have a boyfriend- why can't you get that?"

"It was only a kiss Rory, certainly not the end of the world!"

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

"I'd expect you to say that Logan! It doesn't affect you it only affects me. If Tristan found out he'd be so hurt and I could never forgive myself," she cried and slinked down against the wall.

"Ahem!" she heard and whipped her head around to see a shocked Tristan standing at their door.

"Tristan, it was nothing, it was just a goodbye kiss- nothing," she pleaded as she pulled her arms around his neck. He was still and then began to push her away, more forcefully each time.

"If it was only a kiss then why are you crying?" he sneered and the hurt filled into his body and soul.

She could barely contain her tears now, which flowed easily from her swelling eyes. She could feel Tristan's hurt because she felt it within herself, like he was a part of her.

"Don't you see- I'm crying because I've hurt you and I knew I hurt you the minute I kissed back!" she said but immediately regretted her words.

"You kissed him back? I mean I saw you break away, but you kissed him back?" Tristan was in utter shock. He slinked down in the spot Rory had once sat with his knees to his chest.

Tristan was rarely a very emotional man when it came to sadness. He usually kept it bottled up but at this moment he felt like crying. He felt like his heart had been ripped in half and torn into itty bitty pieces then stepped on by Rory's heel.

"Tristan, baby, listen to me, I love you. I love you dammit, don't you get that?" she stared deep into his unreasoning eyes and barely kept contact as tears continued to pour from her own.

"If you love me, why did you kiss him back?" he was starting to get angry now. The hatred for Logan was boiling up. And what a perfect time- he was starting to feel less threatened by Logan and could have at least called him a friend or at least not an enemy. But now Logan had crossed the line and it would be hell to pay.

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag

Logan sat idly by watching the two of them bicker and try o show their love for each other. Rory wouldn't stop crying and he controlled himself from grabbing her and hugging her until she stopped. Unfortunately, at the present moment, this didn't seem like such a good idea.

He slinked to the wall as his heart was crushed at her words that came next.

"Tristan, he means nothing to me more than a friend. I don't love him. I never have and I never will. I am human and I make mistakes. Do you hear me? I love you and I can't live without you! I can live without him, but not without you!" she cried and watched his expression change.

As if awoken from a hypnotic state, Tristan turned to her and wrapped his arms around her lovingly. He knew she hadn't meant to hurt him and that the heat of the moment had caught her. The same thing had happened back in their Chilton days on the Piano Bench- merely the heat of the moment. He knew she loved him and he could never stop loving her.

"I know you love me Rory- it just hurts so much that your lips were his," he whispered and she looked up at him through red eyes.

"I love you so much," she wiped her mouth then kissed him softly to which he reacted by kissing her back with much more passion than Logan had in him. They kissed violently completely ignoring Logan's presence.

Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his—chest

He decided he should slip away- he couldn't win this battle no matter how hard he tried. He moved without notice and down the elevator which seemed all too much like a dream. Instead of taking a taxi he walked the ten blocks to his own home reflecting.

But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

Sure he liked Rory Gilmore- a lot in fact. But he didn't love her like Tristan did; he didn't feel that same dying passion for her. Maybe it had just been lust, but when he kissed her and she kissed back, he knew there was no spark. She kissed him only to check that, deep down Rory had already known. So now he knew- he and Rory were never going to work out. It was an "I told you so" moment, but he had to find out for himself. Now he could go on, hopefully to find someone as great as Rory Gilmore that fit with him and only him.

"You know I love you right," Tristan cooed into Rory's ear as she sat in his lap outside of their penthouse.

"Of course I do. You still love me?" she asked slowly.

"I never stopped Rory…I never stopped…"

The End!

A/N: It's been a long journey, but an enjoyable one. Thanks for reading my story and feel free to review with any ideas for a spin off!