A/n: I got such a great response for the first chapter that I have to quote something so corny: "You like me, you really like me!" Any who, with that out of the way, let's get to business- this is the next chapter, a complication is about to arise…

They wandered into the dark dorm hall; he said they were going on an adventure. Of course she agreed for the sake of spending time with him. He was holding onto her hand, leading her around the darkened hall, almost as if he knew his way around by heart. But then his hand was gone, and she couldn't see him anymore. She couldn't even hear his steady breathing or his footsteps up ahead.

"Logan, Logan where are you?" Rory called, her voice echoing in the dark corridors of Brantford Hall.

She looked around nervously, the black slowly creeping around her. She was getting scared now, her breathing caught up into the back of her throat, short gasps of air escaping her trembling lips. She was alone and he was gone. He wasn't going to rescue her this time; he was nowhere to be seen. Then she heard it, laughter. There was a deep, gut wrenching laughter coming from the corner, the person slowly showed himself to her, lifting his face, it was…

"Ace, wake up, Ace!" Logan nudged Rory in the ribs, shaking her just wasn't working.

She came around quickly, shooting up to a seated position, barely breathing, just trying to catch at least one breath. She looked around and almost cried when she saw Logan, her emotions overwhelming her.

"You were gone…and there was laughing…and it was dark…" she rambled incoherently. Tears were falling effortlessly from her eyes and she clutched at the sheets of the bed as if for a comfort that couldn't be found anywhere else.

"It's okay Rory, I'm here, I'm always here," Logan whispered into her ear. He was gently rubbing her back, trying to calm her down. She turned to him quickly, enveloping him in a tight embrace, afraid that if she let go, he'd be gone, just like in her dream.

Logan was confused, why was Rory so emotional? What had scared her so much in her dream that she had to hold on to him for dear life? He was seriously concerned for her, afraid that this girl that he loved was in pain, scared to death by the mere grips of a dream. Wait a second; was he admitting to himself that he loved her? Was it even possible? He smiled despite the circumstances; it's funny to think that seeing someone you care about scared to death makes you realize how much you love them.

Rory's sobs slowly came to a halt and she kept her face buried in Logan's bare shoulder. She couldn't leave the comfort that his body washed over her. He was her knight in shining armor, always there to rescue her, but in her dream he was just gone. A slow tremble crept through her body and she pulled away from him slowly.

Logan studied her eyes, making sure she was at least stable for the moment. She lay down slowly, gripping his hand tightly. He followed suit and wrapped a protective arm across her waist as she snuggled as close to him as possible. Her blue eyes stared back at him, filled with worry and fear. She looked so vulnerable, so innocent and childlike. This woman who had learned to be strong-willed, someone who didn't need a whole lot of saving just a push, was now scared to death, completely thrown by a dream.

"Logan," he heard, a voice barely audible, sounding so scared and terrified.

"Yes Rory,"

"Please don't leave me," her eyes bored into his, like they were trying to read into his soul.

"I wouldn't dare Ace, I wouldn't dare," he replied, holding her tighter than before. "Rory," he said, a few moments later.

"Mhm,"

"I love you," he said it slow and in a voice so low, he was afraid she hadn't heard it. But his fears were put to rest when a slow smile crossed her lips and her eyes fluttered open.

"I love you too," and with that she shut her eyes and entered the realm of dream land, this time a lot more satisfied than before.

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The newsroom was packed that day, busy with chatter and circulation of campus events and articles to be written. Rory stared at the blank computer screen in front of her, she couldn't concentrate today. Deciding it was best to give up on the idea of writing with no concentration; she packed up her laptop and grabbed her coat, leaving the newsroom to wander around campus.

Outside was beautiful, the chills of winter slowly melting away to the bright shining sun. Rory sighed heavily taking in the passing students, so many of them so focused they barely even acknowledged the presence of others. She used to be like that, so focused on her work she wouldn't waste a single moment to fun. Except on Friday's when she would visit her mom, that was her fun time.

Now things were different. She spent a lot more time with Logan, more time at the paper. She still studied a lot, but she had more fun now. She wasn't afraid of being alone, she wasn't afraid of being a social outcast anymore. Hell she had a boyfriend who loved her, a great mom, and a great town. Life couldn't get much better, well that is unless she had a cup of coffee.

Deciding that she'd like to make her life better, she crossed the campus square to go to the coffee stand. She saw a familiar blonde with two cups of coffee waiting there and smiled, hurrying her pace to reach him. Just as she was a few steps away another woman, a blonde haired, blue eyed girl stepped in front of her embracing Logan in a tight hug.

Rory stepped behind the cart quickly, listening to the conversation in desperation to find out who this mystery woman was. "Jill what are you doing here?" Logan asked surprised. So it was Jill…Who was Jill? She sounded so familiar.

"Can't a girl come visit her friend?" the blonde squealed.

"Of course, but aren't you supposed to be in New York right now?" he asked.

"Yes I am, but I took a little trip to come visit you. I'm beginning to feel like you don't want me around," she smiled and looked down in his hands at the coffee cups, "Oh no, I'm interrupting something, I'm sorry. Who are you waiting for?" Jill asked, slightly put out that she wasn't the top priority in Logan's life anymore.

"Rory, I'm waiting for my girlfriend Rory. You met her I think, at her grandparents wedding, the Gilmore wedding," he told her enthusiastically.

After hearing the excitement in his voice, Rory decided it was best to come out of her hiding spot and go reintroduce herself to Jill. The woman was after all and old friend of Logan's and she should at least say hello. She stepped away from the back of the coffee cart and wandered with a purpose towards them, feigning surprise when she reached them.

"Logan, hey what are you doing here?" Rory asked.

"I was just picking up a coffee for you of course," he replied with a smile.

"Aw, that's sweet, I was feeling a little low on the caffeine supplement today," she joked as Logan wrapped an arm loosely about her waist.

"Oh Rory, you remember Jill, from your grandparents wedding?" Logan introduced the pair of girls. They sized each other up quickly for placing smiles on their faces for the sake of Logan.

"Hey Jill, it's nice to see you again," Rory gave her an honest smile.

"You too Rory. Well look at the time, I do have to go, places to go people to see!" she checked her cell phone clock and began to back away slowly.

"But you just got in from New York," Logan said a little confused.

"Yes well, I can't stay, I've got to get back," she replied before turning around and walking very quickly to her car.

"Well that was weird," Logan said breaking the silence, as he and Rory stared off in the direction that Jill had taken off in.

"Yeah, why would she only come to see you for like five minutes?"

"I don't know, hey how'd you know she was only here for five minutes?" he asked, smirking at her. He knew that she was behind the cart; he'd seen her come towards them.

"You saw me didn't you," she smirked sheepishly at him, slightly guilty for trying to hide from him.

"Yes I did. Was someone a little jealous?" he asked in a voice that sounded like he was mocking a two year old.

"Of course I was jealous, who wouldn't be? If some gorgeous guy walked up to me, wouldn't you be jealous?" she asked.

"Jealous? Me jealous?" He waved the words off with a hand, but when Rory gave him pointed eyes, he caved. "Okay fine! I'd be stark raving mad, happy?"

"Well now that we've covered the jealousy issue, we can get to that coffee you're holding," she reached out for the cup but he pulled it away.

"Who said it was going to be that easy. I think your going to have to work for it," he repeated her words from last night and gave her a mischievous smirk.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play," she took a step closer to him, noticing his breathing hitch in his throat.

"Unhuh," he mumbled. She took another step towards him, this time trailing her fingers down his neck and across his cheeks.

"Do you really want to play this way?" she asked seductively. Her face inched closer to his after a brief nod and she held herself close to him, her lips barely brushing his. "Give me the coffee Logan," she breathed, the vibrations of her lips hitting his, wanting to touch hers.

"Kiss me," he whispered and tried to make contact, but her hands pressed firmly against his chest to keep him from kissing her.

"Not until I get my coffee,"

"Then I guess we'll both be unhappy today," he pulled back quickly, knowing she'd be disappointed. He turned to walk away when he felt her grab his jacket and shove him to face her forcefully.

"Fine," she gave in and kissed him right there in the square, kissing him harder than she'd ever had before. His hands moved around her waist, holding her tightly before she finally released him and pushed away.

"That definitely deserved you a coffee," he replied taking quick breaths.

"No my friend, that deserved me both of those coffees," she smirked taking the cups from him. He gave in willingly, but wrapped an arm around her waist as they strolled out of the square and towards her dorm room.

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Jill raced to her car quickly; tears beginning to form in her eyes now. She fumbled for her keys and got inside the red Mini, speeding out of the parking lot and off the Yale campus.

She'd waited too long, she was too late now. Sure he was a womanizer, but never before had he been unavailable. He always had a girl at his side, but nothing he wouldn't ditch for her, his Jill. Now he had that smart brunette Rory. She was really beautiful and was probably the only other woman besides herself that could out wit Logan Huntzberger.

Why did she have to come all the way from New York to tell him she loved him? She could have called first, save her the heartache of believing in a chance that wasn't there. She always seemed to be his fall back girl. Whenever he got bummed, or whenever she was around, they'd have their night of fun, even if they were both 'involved' at the time.

This wasn't right, Rory shouldn't be with him, Logan was her guy. With determination in her heart now, she turned her car around and drove back to the Yale campus. She wasn't about to give up on the man she loved with out a fight. It was time to get dirty, only this time, the claws were coming out. Meow!

A/n: What did you think? Please review!