Disclaimer: It's actually starting to hurt that I don't own Gilmore Girls. I have all these great ideas…
"I love you. And when you're ready, I'll be here." Jess' words had stayed with her throughout the entire train ride to Shrewett. Even as she walked the half block from the train station to her apartment building, his eyes, his voice, and his words reverberated through her mind.
"Back so soon, Rory?" She snapped to attention, and smiled kindly at her doorman, George who stood solidly in front of the entrance to the building.
"Yeah. Things were more…under control then I thought they'd be." The older man smiled and nodded, then held the heavy, gold plated door open for her.
"It's good to have you back, dear." He replied, tipping his hat, and a giggle escaped her lips. "You always make this place brighter." She nodded her thanks, then seeing the line for the elevator, took the service stairwell, and headed up to her apartment. She was surprised at how good she felt when she made it to the third floor. As she pushed open the heavy metal door, her eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the hallway, but made out the shape of a sleeping figure on the ground in front of her door. As she got closer, her eyes filled with…confusion.
"Logan?" She whispered, her eyes widening in recognition. He awoke, and smiled his trademark lopsided grin, which usually set her stomach on its side. It didn't affect her now, and instead of smelling the roses, which he clutched tightly in his hand, she smelled the whiskey, which he seemed to have doused his jacket with.
"Rory, Rory." He slurred, trying to stand, and slobbering in her hair. She held up his weight as she unlocked the door to the apartment, and breathed a sigh of apprehension as she walked into it. The walls seemed to have closed in further, and for a second she forgot how to breathe. "…sorry." She looked up and realized Logan must have been speaking.
"Hmm?" She asked, settling him down easily on his couch, and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"I'm sh—sorry, Rory. Sho sho sorry. Was the biggest mistake I ever made," he blinked his eyes, and waved his hands madly. "Leaving." He nodded solemnly, and then smiled up at her, his eyes bursting with adoration, looking like a little boy. She felt her heart warming. This was where she was supposed to be. This was the man she was supposed to be with. Anyone could see that. "Love you." He continued, reaching forward and roughly grabbing her arms, and bringing her into his lap. His breath smelled awful, and tasted worse, and in that moment Jess' words flashed through her mind again; I love you. And when you're ready, I'll be here. As soon as she thought them though, they were pushed away to the dark corners of her mind. Jess had intentionally manipulated her. And her mother…well, she knew it wasn't Lorelai's fault, but she couldn't let go of the anger that surged inside her at the thought of her mother's tear stained face. Who the anger was generated towards, she couldn't tell, but it was there, and she wasn't ready to forgive. Belatedly she realized that Logan had unbuttoned her blouse, and she rolled her eyes, but gave in and kissed him back. After all, Jess meant nothing to her, and had no business in the room during this…very special moment. Logan looked up at her, heavy lidded with desire, and Rory couldn't refuse him, but as he came closer, her skin felt clammy, and it felt wrong, but as her tears fell, she understood that this was her fate. Her decisions had brought her here, it was her destiny. And as the realization came, she died a little inside.
Author's Note: I know, it's sad, it's depressing. I know. But it's a happy ending. I promise promise promise that you'll have a happy ending.
