Title: Coda: Say Something

Author: Kathea

Pairing: Rory/Logan

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Take it from the scene where Logan asks Rory to leave with him right before she walks away….

AN: A coda, a musical notation, directs the singer to go to the second ending of the piece of music. Think of this as a second ending to "Say Something". What could have happened, what they were thinking, what we wish they had done, etc. Of course, this is a one-shot so all reviews will be answered by email or on my homepage.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Gilmore Girls, although if Logan were for sale I'd buy him.

AN2: I thought the ending to last night's ep was abysmal. It was just really bland. I wanted more excitement. So here's excitement for everyone who would have liked a different ending.

He's kissing me again. How am I supposed to walk away when he's kissing me like that? It's like all my intelligence, morals, will power are sucked away when he touches me. It's completely terrifying. I want to walk away I really do but my legs are not obeying any of my commands. Robert is a jerk, I didn't relish spending the rest of the party with him but wasn't the whole plan to leave with the one who brought me. I think that was the plan. It seemed so fool proof at the time. But now, with Logan sucking on my neck, his arms wrapped tightly around me, the plan has disappeared. Neurons in my brain are firing at a rapid pace, of their own accord my hands are sliding under his robe to clench at his back. Screw the plan.

"Logan." I whisper trying to distract him from unbuttoning my jacket. "Logan."

"Huh? Rory I'm busy." Logan said before returning to lick my ear. I try not to groan too loud.

"Logan. I'm serious. Stop for one second, please." I try to demand.

"What!" he asked exasperated.

"I really like the Plaza." Logan grins when the full meaning of my statement hits him. He's dragging me through the crowd then. It's all a blur of light and sound and people. All my lust induced mind can comprehend is that Logan wants to be with me, just me. Maybe plan A didn't turn out so bad.

I don't even remember the trip to the train station much less the actually ride. Thankfully, we were alone in the compartment. What kind of club do you get to join if you have sex on a train? The 500 mile an hour club? Logan is saying the most wonderful things to me, about me. They aren't sweet nothings, they are honest everything's. Such frank admissions would seem a bit out of character but desperation will do that to a person. If I had only known that a little jealousy would force him to admit his true feelings, I would have gone on a date sooner.

I know that when I wake up in the morning I'll see the New York skyline and Logan will be wrapped around me. I also know that in his arms is right where I want to be. The better part is that Logan is right where he wants to be too.

AN3: See homepage for my thanks.