Disclaimer: I don't own anything Gilmore Girls…except the DVDs. And it wouldn't be worth your while to sue…trust me.

A/N: Wow!Thanks to everyone who read chapter 1, and double thanks to everyone who reviewed! Without further ado…here's chapter 2 in Rory's point of view. (teehee I rhymed!) Italics are Rory's thoughts.

Chapter 2

Rory's eyes felt like sandpaper, and her head was pounding.

Note to self: Forcing someone to cry everyday for over a week would be a great new torture.

As her heavy lids scraped open, she was surprised and disappointed to find the other side of the bed empty.

Did he just leave? She wondered.

Then she heard it; his unmistakable laugh muffled through the door. A tremor ran up her spine, and the corners of her mouth turned up just a little.

I love that laugh of his. Who is he talking to?

She stretched and rose from the bed, crossed the dark, shadow filled room and opened the door. Logan stood silhouetted by the last rays of the dying sun talking on his cell phone. He turned, caught her eye and flashed her one of his 1000 watt smiles.

Another tremor ran through her. This time, though, it was centered directly over her heart.

God I love him! She came to an abrupt halt. Whoa! Where did that come from? I love him? I love Logan? Her eyes, which a moment before had felt sleepy, swollen and at only half mast were suddenly as fully open as if she'd had a pot of coffee. I love Logan. I LOVE Logan. I love LOGAN. Geez I sound like Rainman…def…def..definitely Logan. She rolled it around in her head once more. I am in love with Logan Huntzberger. The sound of his voice startled her from her thoughts.

"Alright sounds good. Thanks Finn, you're a miracle worker. Tomorrow. Yeah, I will. Bye." He closed his cell phone and crossed over to her.

"Hey Ace, how ya feelin?" He said softly, running his hand up and down her arm.

She felt like a deer that had just run into a Jeep.

"Oh…ah..er..fine thanks. I'm… just fine. So. that was Finn?" She asked hoping to call attention to something other than her babbling.

"Yeah. Just some LDB business." Logan tuned his face away from her, looking sheepish and uncomfortable. Suddenly he grabbed her hand and led her to the sofa.

"Listen Rory, can we talk?"

She felt all the blood drain out of her face.

Rory. He called me Rory. He hardly ever calls me Rory. Oh God! He's gonna break up with me! I'm a loser…a drop out, non-journalist loser and he's gonna break up with me! She set her jaw and sat down. Geez Gilmore! Get a hold of yourself! First Rainman now this…

"Sure Logan, what's on your mind?."

Logan sat down on the coffee table facing her and sighed. He grabbed both her hands and held them loosely in his.

He looks scared. Why does he look scared?

"OK, I have a lot of things to say to you, and I need you to just listen and not interrupt me or argue with me—even if what I'm saying doesn't seem to make any sense or have anything to do with anything, I just need you to listen and really think about what I say. Ok?"

"Okaaaaay." She drew out the word in that 'you're talking crazy so I'm gonna humor you' way.

Logan gave her that little half cocked grin and said, "Just trust me Ace."

He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for God knows what before jumping up restlessly and pacing in front of her, running both hands through his hair. He glanced at her, caught her confused eyes following him, and squared his shoulders walking over and taking up his previous position in front of her.

"I've never been serious about a girl in my life. I've never done serious. My family knew this, my friends knew this, and I made sure you knew it too. I'd never had a girlfriend, never brought anyone home to meet the family…until you."

He paused then, and looked sadder and more discouraged than she'd ever seen him.

"Rory, I never meant for you to be hurt—"

She felt her eyes filling with tears.

This really is happening. Which of the gods did I offend so much that I have this crappy love life? I mean the day—the very day that I discover I'm in love with this man is the day he wants out? This is such crap! Ok. Ok Gilmore you will get through this and you will not cry until he's gone. You can do this. You've been dumped before…at least this time there's no audience.

"—and it kills me that my father did this to you. Oh God don't cry! Please Ace. Rory he's not worth it. He's not worth your tears." With that he moved to sit next to her and drew her into his lap, cradling her.

Who does he think I'm crying about? Has his ego gotten so large he's referring to himself in the third person?

"Rory it's my fault you're hurting--"

Ya think? Ladies and gentlemen the advantage of an Ivy League education.

"--And I can't stand it anymore--"

Here it comes. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut to try to prevent the tears she knew would come.

"--Rory you can't drop out of Yale."

Huh? Her eyes flew open and met Logan's piercing gaze.

"Huh?" she said.

"You promised you wouldn't interrupt. My father lied to you Rory. He told you a whopper. And it's all because of me. My family knew from the moment I walked through the door holding your hand that the status quo had changed. Suddenly, because of you, the possibility existed that they wouldn't be able to pick out the pedigreed trophy wife for me when the time came. And when I stormed out of the house with you, they saw their perfect little future going up in smoke, and me out of their control." He shifted her off his lap and began to pace, gesturing wildly.

Rory sat stunned watching him go, her panic easing a little more with each word. Man, I think he could give Luke a run for his money.

"My father? Not so much a fan of things out of his control. So he did what was necessary to get control back. He apologized to you. He schmoozed you—"

Hey! I was not schmoozed. I was wary and wily!

"—He offered you the internship. He made it look like he was on our side---lured us into a false sense of security, and then he sucker punched you."

Rory suddenly found herself speaking before she could stop herself.

"But why Logan? What reason could he possible have to say that to me if it weren't true?"

"Because Rory, he knew I wanted you. That I was happy with you. Hell, maybe he even saw that I love you—"

Loves me? He loves me? No wait he said his father thought he loved me. That's not the same thing….is it?

"So he set about making you acceptable. If he could make the girl I love—"

Ok, I'm pretty sure that time counts. She gave Logan a smile that lit up the room.

"-- into a suitable Huntzberger bride, then it would just make me all the more malleable when the time came. So he took away your dream. I'll never forgive him for that, Rory, I swear I—er Ace? Why are you smiling at me like that?"

Rory stood up and walked over till she was right in front of a very confused Logan. She slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, snaking her fingers into his hair and looked into his eyes.

"You love me?" She tilted her head to the side and whispered, searching for confirmation.

Oh man he really does. It was there—unmistakably--darting around his hazel depths. Love.

Logan grinned. "Yeah, I do. I love you, Rory."

And she fell all over again.

Their lips met each other halfway, and they were alone in the universe. Space, time and matter all ceased to exist as they immersed themselves in this new emotion. When the need to breathe overcame them, they separated, smiling.

I have never felt as much as I do right now. This is amazing.

"I love you too, Logan." Rory breathed.

Logan looked ecstatic. "You mean after all that---hearing about my family, it doesn't change how you feel?"

"Of course not. Why would it?"

"Well, I was afraid—I mean I just thought that after hearing it all, and what my father did to you, that you would just want to be free of all of it…and me."

Aw poor guy!

"Logan, you are amazing, and I love you. I'm not giving that up, no matter what your father does. 'The sins of the father shall not be revisited upon the son' and all that." She grinned. "Besides, I'm not entirely sure that your father was lying. He looked really sincere. I mean, maybe it was just convenient that it actually worked out for him that I'm no good. It's ok, it's not your fault."

She was unprepared for the violence of his reaction.

"Damn it Rory!" he exploded,

Whoa what is this?

"Don't you see? That's just what he wants you to think. He's a manipulator and a liar and he does it a million times a day every day. He's a pro." Logan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, closing his eyes.

"Besides, you're forgetting one major point here. I happen to know you are one of the most talented journalists I've ever met, and as I have been forced to learn at my father's side since I could walk, if there's anyone else you can trust to see "it" in someone, it's me. And Ace, you've got "it"."

That's so sweet. He's biased though.

"Logan, don't you think you might just be the teensiest bit biased?" She asked in a high pitched voice. She dropped her arms from around his neck and stared at her hot pink toenails.

Logan grasped her chin gently and tilted her face up; making sure her eyes met his before speaking.

"Rory. You. Are. A. Brilliant. Journalist." There was more determination in his voice than she had ever heard. "And I told you that even before we were involved. Remember?" He dropped a brief but sweet kiss on her lips.

Hmm…that's right, he did. I had forgotten.

"So you'll think about it?" He asked stretching his arms around her waist.

Couldn't hurt to weigh the pros and cons I suppose.

"I'll think about it." She said softly, raising her hands to his arms.

"Good. Now I am going to leave you, so that you can make one of your infamous pro/con lists—" He quirked his eyebrow at her and grinned.

Rory's mouth dropped open. How did he know about those?

"--Besides, I have lots to do to get ready for taking you away this weekend."

"Away? Where?" She asked when she had finally found her voice.

"Tsk, tsk, Ace." He wagged his finger at her, "You know better than to ask. Just a small LDB event. It'll help clear your head. I'll pick you up at 5:00 tomorrow evening, ok?" He kissed her breath away again before she could answer.

"Sure, why not." She grinned.

"Great! Alright, I'm off." One more kiss and he was striding across the room. Half way out the door he threw a parting shot over his shoulder, "Oh, and Ace…"

"Yeah?"

"Blindfold mandatory." And he was gone.

Dirty. She giggled, thought of her mother, and resolved not to cry.

A/N: Well, there it is. I hope you like it. Please please please tell me what you think…good or bad. I crave reviews like a pregnant woman craves apples wink.I have chapter three all planned out. It could possible be even longer than this chapter, will have a bit more humor in it, and will be in Luke's POV. You will finally find out exactly what Logan's plan is, I promise.

Now for the bad news, I have two weeks of classes left this semester. I have a project to finish, and a final to study for. I will update ASAP, but if you don't see it before Friday, don't look for it until after August 2nd.