Unconscious Fears

By: Alyson Tierney

Disclaimer: I do not own Lorelai or Rory Gilmore, or any other character associated with Gilmore Girls the way it is seen on television. Those characters and other related things and ideas belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB Network. However, Alicia and Arielle's characters are figments of my own imagination, so I do own them. Please do not use them without my permission. Thank you.

Author's Note: This story is the sequel to my story "Arielle." If you don't read it first, you will be quite lost as far as the Alicia and Arielle storyline. Everything that has happened up to the Gilmore Girls episode "Not as Cute as Pushkin" is consistent with this story, but after that, it takes its own path, so relationships and other facts may be different than on the show. I am not a dream doctor, nor do I know anything about dreams, so if the dream interpreter is way off, please don't shout at me. Thank you to those who reviewed the first chapter, I'm glad to see some familiar faces as well as some new ones. Enjoy and please R&R!

CHAPTER TWO

Rory headed to the coffee kiosk, excited that her break had officially begun. She spotted Logan sitting at a table sipping his coffee. His blonde head was buried in a big, thick book that Rory could only guess was his Chemistry book. Unlike her, Logan had a midterm this afternoon, so she'd have to be careful not to gloat too much about being done before him.

She slipped into a seat at the table, and Logan looked up and smiled, "Hey, Ace." He closed his Chemistry book, slipping a piece of paper in to keep his place. Standing, he leaned over the table and kissed her forehead, "How was your midterm?" he asked.

Rory smiled, leaning into his touch, before grabbing a sip from the second coffee cup on the table, "It was good." She said, smiling, "I can't wait to get home and see Mom and Lane and Alicia and Arielle."

"I'm glad I finally got to meet your mom over winter break. She seems very cool." Logan smiled at her.

Rory grinned, "She's terrific."

Logan nodded, "She seems it—and the way you talk about her just backs that up."

Rory smiled and took another sip, "What are you doing over break?" she asked.

"Well, Finn and Colin want me to go to Miami with them. They're set on bar-hopping and insist we go to the beach to do it. They asked me if you wanted to come with, but I know you'd rather spend time with your mom…" Logan looked at Rory questioningly.

Rory smiled, "You know I'd love to go, but it's just that I missed spending last summer and last spring break with her, and I really want to be able to spend more than just a weekend with her and my friends in Stars Hollow."

Logan nodded, "And that's what I thought you'd say. I didn't really want to go anyway; they're both bringing girls who are pretty ditzy. I'd have thought they'd have more class than to bring along girls like that, but then again…"

"They're Finn and Colin." Rory finished up for him.

"Exactly. Well, what if you, Lane, and Alicia come into New Haven some night for a dinner or party with me? There's one on Saturday night that's supposed to be a blast." Logan propped his elbows on the table, "What do you say?"

Rory grinned, "You don't have to…" she started, "I mean, if you want to go, you should go."

Logan nodded, "But that's the beauty of it. I don't have to. I'm staying because I want to. If my Ace wants to be in Connecticut for spring break, then so shall her Mac."

Rory rolled her eyes, "I told you if you even hoped for a chance at being my girl, you'll stop with the Mac stuff." Mac stood for Master and Commander, which is what Logan had requested Rory call him when they'd first met and she didn't know his name.

Logan chuckled, "So, what do you think?"

"I think I say thank you." Rory said, smiling, as she leaned in for a kiss. She finished her coffee, and said goodbye to Logan. Dialing her cell phone, she headed back towards Branford Hall, where her room was.

Lorelai was just finishing her lunch of a giant cheeseburger and fries with ketchup when her cell phone rang. She smiled as Luke pretended to ignore that she was on the phone, amid Kirk's protesting that Lorelai was breaking one of the diner's rules, "Hello?" she said, knowing exactly who to expect.

"Hey, Mom." Rory's voice sounded excited and happy as she talked, "I'm just going to my dorm to get my stuff, and I should be home within an hour."

"Yay! I can't wait to see you! How was your last midterm?" Lorelai asked.

"It was great. How's Luke?" Rory inquired of her mom.

"He's good. Lane's here too, she's serving us while Luke takes his lunch break." Lorelai smiled across the table at Luke.

"Good! Well, I'll see you in an hour? You want me to meet you at home or at the diner?" Rory asked.

"At home. I'll have some ice cream waiting." Lorelai said, grinning as Luke immediately got up to go behind the counter to get some.

"You got it! See you soon." Rory said, waiting for her mom to respond before hanging up.

"See you soon, babe." Lorelai said, hanging up the phone. She stood up, picking up her purse and taking one last bite of fry, "I've got to get home."

Luke put the ice cream in a bag, "Take this with you, put it in the freezer, and have it when Rory comes home."

"Thanks, Luke." Lorelai grinned as he leaned in for a kiss. After a few kisses, she turned to look at Lane, "See you in awhile?" she asked.

"See you then. Does Rory know I'm coming?" Lane asked.

Lorelai grinned mischievously, "Nope, she does not. I thought I'd surprise her by having her two bestest friends there waiting for her along with her favorite mommy."

Lane chuckled, "She'll like that. I'll be there in a little while."

Lorelai grinned, "Okay." She kissed Luke once more, before heading out the door. She zipped up her jacket against the nippy day. It wasn't too bad out, the sun was out and the streets were wet with melting snow, but anything below 60 degrees was cold to Lorelai, so she stayed snug in her coat. Walking home, she picked up some wet snow and molded it to make a snowball. This was likely the last snow of the season, and she'd hate to see it go. At least spring coming meant flowers and other pretty things would grow. Everyone knew how much Lorelai Gilmore liked pretty things.