Ok I was thinking what Logan's thoughts were on life and on his relationship with Rory. So I decided to put the episodes through Logan's eyes, I don't own Gilmore Girls or it characters. And of course the actors belong to themselves, but I wouldn't say no to Matt.

Written In the Stars

Colin is out hunting, it is his own little musical game just for him. He sees another student who he observes as not one of us and zero in on him or her. It his own little power trip that he uses to feel the superior in himself. This of course is one of Colin's vices, but I think he has enough good to even out his bad. I guess that explain why we're still best friends after so many years. This time his prey happen to be a boy, Colin purposefully bumps into his target to get his attention. The boy looks fluster, "Oh sorry," he stammer in apologist fashion.

"No, seriously, you couldn't see me there?" I could hear the joy in Colin's voice he had found an appealing prey.

Finn came throttling back to our group, giving Colin a quick peck on the cheek, "Not everyone's staring at you, Colin." I inwardly laugh Colin hates it when Finn surprises him with a quick kiss. But he always get over his annoyance quickly, no one stay mad at Finn for long.

The boy's face looks very familiar to me, but I see him in a completely different clothing ensemble then what he wearing now. "Hey, I know you. No, wait-wait, don't tell me. I'm seeing a uniform of some sort."

Finn jumps in with his own answer to my question, "Maytag repairman."

The boy look unsure of himself, "I've bartended for you for your parties." I see Colin out of the corner of my eye, I can tell he mad that I interrupted his fun with my wanting to remember the boy in front of me.

A good alcohol memory flashes in my mind, "That's right, you have. You're a talented man." I gesture to the attractive girl next to him, who I guess is his girlfriend, "He makes a kick-ass margarita." She gives me a small smile that is gone in a few seconds. The boy thanks me for praising his margarita making, "It's good to see you again. What's your name?"

He seem a little more at ease, "Marty," He gesture to the girl, "Uh, this is Rory."

I say hi to her and get down to business; I'm not the type of guy to let a great bartender get away from me. Especially when I have him right in front of me, "So, assuming your services are still for hire this year, your financial situation hasn't changed at all?"

He replies, "Nope."

I smile, "Good. Okay, I'll give you a call," I resume my arm around Valerie's shoulders. "Where are you living now?" I ask half leading Valerie away.

"Branford," was his reply.

I turn back, "Oh, excellent – Branford." I call over my shoulder, "All right. Good running into you." I begin to walk away with Valerie, Finn follows us in pursuit.

Colin lags behind to have a last insult at Marty that I deny him earlier, "Excellent shirt," Colin said mockingly, turning his attention to the girl, "I can see what you see in him."

I call back giving him a warning, "Don't be an ass, Colin." We've been friends long enough that I know he needs to regular insult people at least once a day. It comes from all his years of being belittled by his numerous mothers that his Dad has addiction to marring.

Colin starts to rejoin the group, "Me? Never. I'm a friend to all people, large and very, very small." There he got it out of his system, now we can walk in peace.


Once again Finn drank too much at a party last night and once again he met the girl of his dreams but now is not able to remember where to find her. It is a weekly ritual that Colin and I help him finish. Whenever we do it, I feel like Finn is Lassie and he leading us to where Timmy fell down the well. Except this time Timmy as Finn describes her as redheaded, beautiful, plump breasts, and a rear end that actually made Finn weep of it beauty.

"Okay, Quinn, last building. Please say it looks familiar," Colin asks annoyed, this being our fourth building that we've search today. And Colin looks like he had the working of a migraine forming.

Finn is eagerly looking around for his memory to recognize this place, "Ahh, uh…"

I answer Colin's question, "Apparently it doesn't look familiar."

Finn picks up speed, "No, hold on. Hold on. Yes. Here. This is where she lives." Finally Finn can get her number and they can now have beautiful children and I can go and get lunch. I hear a girl's voice offering to help, but I say no and walk pass without looking at her.

Finn is standing in front of his dream women dorm room writing something on a piece of paper. Colin looks relieve to have the girl hunt over with for the day. It dawns on me what Finn is writing, "Don't put your number. Don't put your number!"

Finn shoots back, "I'm not putting my number," he points at me, "I'm putting your number."

I hear the same voice behind me, "That's my room."

I turn to see an extremely attractive girl with brunette hair, shocking blue eyes, complete with rosy cheeks and lips. I grin, "Okay, put my number," I tell Finn giving my blessing.

Finn is disappointed, "Are you sure this is your room?" He asked the beauty in front of us. She replies that she sure, she looks a little annoyed that Finn is testing her ownership of the room. "I could have sworn it was her room," Finn replies questing his foggy memory of last night.

The girl offers her help, "What's her name? Maybe I know her."

Finn gestures, "Uh, it was short."

Her reply is dry, "I can understand your disappointment, losing a potential soul mate like that, but that is my room."

I step in, "I'm sorry about the mix-up. My friend here means no harm. He just has to learn that Guinness and blondes - they don't mix."

Finn interrupts, "Redheads!" There are few things Finn remembers after he drinks, but when he meets a girl he likes his memory can remember the smallest detail about her and it is not wise to challenge him.

I start talking again, "We sincerely apologize, and we will now leave you to finish putting up your poster of," I look at the papers she is holding, "this really old guy." Finn inpatient leaves me to finish my conversation as he drags Colin off to continue the search.

"Professor Asher Fleming," she said with an annoyance in her voice giving a name to the man in the picture.

I shoot back, "What, they were out of Orlando Bloom?

She explains, "Professor Fleming died last week. We're throwing him a wake."

"Okay, so were you and Fleming," I pause for effect. I now remembered who Professor Fleming was; Grandpa had his over for dinner and scotch sometimes. Professor Fleming was always a huge hit with his female students. And usually one of them became his special friend each year.

Her facial features twisted in disgust, "No!"

Her face scrunch up made me laugh, "Sorry. Just you're putting a poster of him up in your hallway. You can see where I get the impression he's a little bit more than a teacher."

She spoke up, "Well, he was more than a teacher. He was a great writer and an inspiration in many other things that you couldn't possibly understand." I notice an anger center at me in her words.

"You don't like me. You don't know me, but you don't like me," I question, I doubt my implying about her and Fleming would tick her off this much.

Darkly she replies looking annoyed at me, "I know you."

Surprised by this I ask, "You do?"

"We met yesterday," she answers but all I could give her was a blank stare, "With Marty."

I try but my mind kept drawling a blank, "Marty?"

Now she is more annoyed with me, "Marty my friend Marty, he bartended for you."

My mind finally clicks on the image of Colin cornering Marty yesterday and my meeting of her. "Yes, Marty. I'm sorry. It slipped my mind. Of course I met you yesterday with Marty. Nice to see you again," her name wasn't coming back to me.

She gave a shout of exasperated, "Rory!"

I couldn't help it but her anger with me was kind of funny, "Nice to see you again, Rory." I decided it best to thrown in a compliment, "You're looking well. Angry works for you."

She gives me a glare, "I'm not angry, I'm just irritated."

I stood up tall to show her she didn't intimate me, "By me?"

"Yes," She shot back, not backing down either.

This was going to be interesting, "Because I forgot for a moment who you were?"

"No, because you speak to people as if they're below you," she said firing the accusation at me.

I was confused again by her statement, "People?"

"Marty," was her answer.

Now I understood somewhat, "Ah, your friend Marty?"

I saw her anger still going strong, "Yes, my friend, Marty. You talked to him like he was dirt, and that's why I'm looking at you like this."

I really don't remember insulting Marty, I remember offering him a job, but not insulting him. "I'm sorry. What did I say that was so bad? I said hello and I think I said he made a kick-ass margarita."

"It's not what you said, it's how you said it," she shot at me.

I shot back, "How'd I say it?"

"Like Judi Dench," came her reply.

"Ouch," for some odd reason, fighting with Rory was actually kind of fun.

"Just because somebody doesn't have money or a fancy family doesn't mean they're inferior to you," she protested.

"I agree," who did she think she was arguing with, it sounded like she should be talking to my mother. My mother and I have very different looks on people with different social background then us.

Rory continue, "And just because somebody is a bartender at a party for you and your friends, that doesn't mean that you can talk to them like a servant. She was turning to leave thinking she had won our debate.

"Well," I call after her.

She came back with a shocked look in her face that I was challenging her, "What?"

She should least give me a chance to defend myself, "I hired him. I paid him. He served. That's what a servant does."

I could see she was very annoyed with me now, "Are you serious?"

I didn't back down, "For the sake of argument."

Her face was flush, "He was doing a job."

"A job he took willingly," I pointed out.

"Some people have to work," she pointed out.

I kept my calm, "And I bet if you ask him he'll tell you he made excellent tips that night." I motion to where Finn and Colin had disappeared off to, "Because my friends - they tend to enjoy their re-fills."

She looks down at the ground, "Not the point."

"To a bartender, tips are very much the point," I shot back reminding her she couldn't use that argument.

"Just because you pay somebody, it doesn't mean that you can speak to them as if they're beneath you," she said her voice fill with passion to win the debate of ours.

But I wasn't about to let her, "Actually, the fact that this is a free country means I can speak to anyone in any manner which I choose. However, the rules of a civilized society may frown upon a certain obvious show of snobbery, so if that's your argument?"

She shot back, "I don't have an argument."

"I can give you a moment to formulate one if you want to continue," I said offering to let her gather her argument.

She look at the floor again, "I'm busy!" Her voice is losing her steam, I wearing her down.

I speak up, "You concede."

She brought her head up and look me straight in the eye, "I don't like it when people hurt my friends."

"And you react when goaded," I reply back.

That flair her up again, "I am not goaded. I am so far from goaded. Get out your compass and I will show you how far from goaded I am."

"I think we got a serious debater in our midst," I said complimenting her. Most girls can't keep up with me when I have discussion with them. Our fiery debate on my treatment of Marty was an interesting break from my normal conversations with girls. I have to admit that I was enjoying this round we were going.

Finn came running back downstairs, he look in high spirits, "Logan, I found her," then quickly ran back upstairs.

It was time to end this conversation and follow Finn, "Tell Marty I said hi, and I promise to remember you instantly next time." She is giving me no reaction; I give her a smile to show her I mean no ill feelings. "Now, tell me that wasn't fun?" She still doesn't reply, so I give in sighing deeply I head for the stairs. "Master and Commander," I say as I walk to the stairs.

She is confused, "The movie?"

I smile back, "No, that's what I want you to call me from now on." I leave her to put up her flyers of Fleming while I go and meet Finn future wife.