Like Wildfire

By Ellie J.

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls does not belong to me. I don't own anything that most people would want so it's really not worth suing me.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to review the story.

Part 2: Rory

I stretch my arm to where Logan should be resting, but my hand touches a piece of paper instead. I pick it up and read Logan's note.

Ace,

Went to get some coffee and breakfast, and you looked too beautiful to disturb, but felt like I should leave a note in case you woke up. Be right back.

Logan.

Mmm… breakfast in bed with Logan. That sounds scrumptious. It's nice to have someone to pamper me a bit, and Logan is seriously good at pampering a girl. I know that we have a no strings relationship. I respect that he's honest about not wanting to be involved with anyone in particular, but sometimes I can't help but wish that there were a few strings between us.

I think back to my conversation with Mom last week at Weston's, and I start to feel a little guilty. I wasn't completely honest with her about Logan. Mom really tries to support me in whatever I do, but I don't think she'd be okay with the 'friends with benefits' relationship I have with Logan. But at the same time I wanted to talk to her about him. Our relationship hasn't been the same since I started Yale. We're still close, but we just don't communicate the way we used to. I want some of that back.

I look at the clock and realize that I can probably catch my mom at home before she goes to work. I grab my cell phone and hit number two on the speed dial. (Number one is Mom's cell).

The phone rings and rings, and I think that I must have missed her when she finally picks up.

"Hello," she says in a low, throaty voice.

"Mom?" She sounds like she's still in bed, and I get a little afraid that she's begun to wallow again.

"Hey hon," she whispers, "What are you doing calling me this early in the morning?"

I get even more worried, because ever since the wallowing phase of the break-up ended, she's been Miss Workaholic. "It's not that early, Mom. I just wanted to make sure that you were really okay with me leaving early." My mother then giggles. A real giggle. Not those fake pseudo-laughs she's been giving out for the past month, but a genuine Lorelai Gilmore guffaw.

"I'm just fine kid," she whispers and laughs again. A thought enters my head.

"Mom … " I'm not even able to finish my sentence when she begins to laugh even harder, and then I hear a low rumbling voice in the background. "Mom, who's there with you?"

I hear my mom say, "It's Rory," to whomever she's with, and then I hear what at that moment are the two most beautiful words in the English language.

"Aw jeez."

I squeal and drop the phone. I fiddle around looking for it in the comforter and then finally pick it back up. "Mom, is that …"

"Yeah, hon."

Shock fills me for an instant, and then pure joy flows through my veins. "Yes!" I scream into the phone. "Oh my gosh! Ok, I'm gonna let you guys go back to whatever it was that you were doing." I hear my mom chuckle, and I know that if I don't stop her she's going to start telling me exactly what they were doing. "I really don't want to know the details, Mom. I'm just… I'm so happy for you guys." I can feel the tears coming down my face.

"I'm happy too, kid," she tells me with her own tears evident in her voice.

"Ok, I'll be going. Mom, tell Luke that I'm on cloud nine with happiness."

"I will babe. Love ya'"

"Love you, too."

I disconnect the phone with the happy tears coming down my cheeks and a loopy grin on my face. This is how Logan finds me when he returns with two cups of coffee and a bag of pastries. He sets down the bag and comes over to me.

"Ace, are you okay?" he asks me worriedly.

I start to laugh. I can't help it. I'm giddy with joy. "Yeah, I'm great. My mom and Luke got back together last night."

"And this is good news?"

"It's amazing news. They broke up the night of my grandparent's vow renewal, and they've been miserable without each other ever since. Mom missed him, and he missed mom, and I missed them being together." I stop for a moment as I remember my anger at Grandma. "I don't know what my grandmother was thinking, trying to get my mom and dad together. Dad is not someone Mom can depend on. Don't get me wrong. I love my dad, but Luke is the one that's been there for most of the big moments and all of the not so big moments in our lives." I glance at Logan to see if he thinks I'm not being casual enough, but all I see is a tender expression on his face.

"He sounds nice."

"He is, and I love both him and my mom, and I'm just incredibly happy that they're happy." Logan expression softens even more and he begins to play with my hair.

"Well, I'm happy that you're happy," he says, and he grabs the bag and hands it to me. "I got you a large coffee and a plethora of pastries to choose from for breakfast."

"A plethora, huh?" I answer and smile back at him. I'm so glad I came back to school early.

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