Title: Just Can't Get Away

Author: GrapeSmshr

Coupling: RoryFinn

Rated: PG

Posted on: 2-25-05

Thanks to: otownroxx, my lovely sis (who is a true GG addict), for helping me out. She keeps my Finn-ness in check!

A/N: Woohoo! You guys are awesome times infinity. Thanks for all of your oh so lovely reviews! They just made my day. I wanted to get this chap posted up sooner, but schoolwork (blah) got in the way. But here it is, the next installment! Read on and enjoy!

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Chapter 2: Coffee Shower

One can of beer and fifteen minutes later, the two were on the Twister mat and, as the game required, were quite twisted around each other.

Reaching her left hand over awkwardly to spin the dial, Rory watched the spinner as it landed on Left Hand Blue. Reporting this to Finn, she shifted her weight as she put her free hand back on a yellow dot and moved her opposite hand off of red to a blue dot under Finn's torso, the only blue dot she could reach. Now she was halfway hanging over him.

Paying scant attention to her moves, Finn tried to twist his body so that he could reach the only remaining blue dot. Unfortunately, he miscalculated the distance and ended up slipping, his legs flying up and knocking Rory over in the process.

She landed beside him with a shriek. Then she began to laugh. "I won!" she crowed. "I won again!"

"The inventor of this game does not deserve its royalties," Finn grumbled, sitting up with a wince. That was the third time he had smacked his head on the ground from a fall. This game was too dangerous for him.

"Aww, is poor Finn a sore loser?"

"Sore is right," he muttered, reaching a hand up to the back of his head gingerly.

"Here, let me see." Rory's tiny hand replaced his, smoothing through this hair gently. "No bumps," she reported. "I think you'll live."

"For now. What if I have some internal hemorrhaging?"

"We'll deal with that when you start convulsing." She patted his hand in mock reassurance. "Now, how about we finish our movie? Unless you think you'll get bored again?"

"No, no. The movie is good," Finn replied quickly. He shuddered to think of what other torturous activities her brain would supply.

He scooted over to the couch and propped his back against it, legs stretched out in front of him. Rory joined him after she resumed the movie. And so the two continued their Movie Night in peace.

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Opening his eyes groggily, Finn's hand automatically reached toward the source of the shrill noise, which happened to be Rory's ringing cell phone. Clumsily scooping it up off the floor, he mumbled huskily, "Hello?"

"Wow, Rory, I never realized how much like the opposite sex you sound," Lorelai's voice echoed from the phone.

"Should I tell her that when she wakes up?" he asked, somewhat awake now.

"And ruin my fun in telling her that later? I don't think so!" Lorelai scoffed. "So, long night? There weren't any more emotionally draining problems, were there?" she asked suspiciously, a hint of concern emerging.

"No, nothing like that. Fell asleep watching The Breakfast Club."

"Ah, say no more. The Brat Pack does get old quite fast. Literally and figuratively speaking, of course. Hey, hold on a sec." Her voice was muffled as she talked to someone in the background. An irritated French drawl followed, and Lorelai snapped at him. "Sorry about that," she apologized to Finn. "Will you tell my better half to call me back once she is awake and has had several gallons of coffee?"

"I will personally make it my mission to shower your daughter with coffee," Finn swore solemnly.

"So accommodating. You know, if I didn't know any better, I would say that you are trying to woo my daughter. Sitting through the Brat Pack, making vows of coffee..."

"I will let you know if it works," Finn promised.

"As long as I am informed before the tabloids," she said, only partially joking. "Ok, gotta go. Take care, Finn."

Hanging up the phone, Finn tossed it onto the couch behind him. There was nothing like a conversation full of absurdities to wake one up in the morning. He did so enjoy talking to Lorelai. When Rory had introduced Logan, Colin, and him to her mother, Finn was just amazed that a mother could be that cool. She had the wit of a Gilmore without the societal stuffiness attached to the surname. He had talked with her on several occasions, either at some dull, dutifully-attended social event or during an impromptu visit to Stars Hollow where Rory dragged the guys along. He could definitely see where Rory got her captivating beauty and stellar personality.

Feeling a muscle start to pull in his back, he shifted his body to make himself more comfortable. Rory was leaning heavily against his side, her head falling back onto the couch. He couldn't help but think back to the first time they had fallen asleep in a similar position.

It had been a few months ago, right after one of the heated couple's spats. Rory and Logan, two people on complete opposite ends of the spectrum. Their relationship was extremely unconventional, if it could even be called a relationship. They were always on-again, off-again; Finn took a liking to comparing them to a carnival ride of some sort. They never did really appreciate the comments.

But no matter how trivial or massive their fights were, they always found their way back to each other. Except for that last time... They had both seen it coming; it was inevitable at that point. They were drifting apart, further and further as the days went on, until they finally let go.

Rory, naturally, was quite upset and refused to talk to anyone, even her mother. Finn, who had grown quite fond of her, refused to let her wallow alone. So he picked the lock on the door to her dorm and would not leave her side, even when she threatened bodily harm to him.

After alternately ranting and brooding for an hour, she finally collapsed on the floor. Finn sat beside her the rest of the day, ignoring his constantly ringing cell phone and the fact that he should have been in class. They had fallen asleep on the floor in her common room, propped up against each other.

Even back then he had realized how the quirky brunette had gotten to him. It wasn't often that he enjoyed someone's company so much when he wasn't inebriated. Months later, he found that he still couldn't get enough of her.

Glancing over at her, Finn couldn't help but smile as she started falling over in the other direction. Making no move to straighten her back up, he watched as she tumbled the remaining few inches to the carpet.

"Wha-" Rory shot back up, sleep-laden eyes blinking blearily. They finally focused, and she turned to Finn, who was chuckling at her. "Finn?"

"Oh, I do so love it when my name is remembered by a beautiful lady in the morning."

"Ever think they remembered your name for some other reason?" Rory grumbled, climbing unsteadily to her feet.

"Are you implying that I gained myself a bad reputation?" he cried, mock-stricken, hands flying over his heart.

"Take it as you will," Rory yawned. "I need coffee."

"Ah, yes. I promised your mother that I would shower you with coffee." He paused, eying her critically. "Perhaps you should shower with water first."

"Looks who's talking!" Rory shot back childishly. "Your clothes are so wrinkled that it looks like you were rolling around on the floor."

"How about we make that a truth, then?" Grinning wickedly, he lunged at her and attempted to tackle her around the knees, but she jumped out of the way just in time to avoid the attack. "Not fair," he whined, rubbing his sore elbow.

"Tough luck," she shrugged. "Now, I distinctly remember a promise of coffee. I'll go take a shower, you go home and take a shower, and I'll meet you in your dorm in, say, forty-five minutes?"

"Or we could save time and just shower at my place together?" he suggested helpfully. "You'd get your coffee faster."

She laughed, cheeks flushed. Somehow, she highly doubted she'd get her coffee faster. "Tempting as my coffee is, I'll have to decline your suggestion. Now scoot along."

"Scoot along? What am I, a toddler?" When she opened her mouth to reply, he rushed on, "Wait, don't answer that. I'm going now." He was halfway out the door before he turned back to her and said with a wink, "Try not to miss me too much."

She only rolled her eyes at the closed door before going to take a shower.

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An hour later found them in Finn's bedroom, with Rory shuffling through his closet. She had had the opportunity to do so before, but she didn't remember the task until now.

"Rory, love, what are you doing?" he asked in amusement. He knew her actions were not random; they seldom were.

Popping her head out of the folds of clothes she was sifting through, she explained patiently, "I had a conversation with my mom a while back about some of your antics with the other two Stooges, and she asked me to look through your closet." She resumed her task.

"And what, may I ask, are you supposed to be looking for?"

"Skeletons, of course," she answered as if it were obvious.

He couldn't help but laugh at this. "Rory, Rory, Rory," he sighed, gently tugging her away from the closet and into the common room. "Do you think so little of my intelligence? There are much better hiding spots for skeletons."

"I'll have to report that to Mom. You do realize that she'll want to know specific hiding locations, right? Now, mister, I do believe you owe me a rather large quantity of coffee." She dragged him determinedly out of the dorm.

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Hahaha! Rory and her coffee... :shakes head: Methinks Finn can play Twister with my anytime! Yum... Hehe, uh, sorry. Moving on...

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Until next chapter, then.