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AN: Ok, Luke and Lorelai are together and happy; the whole Mitchum is an ass thing happened much quicker and is now over and it's May right before the end of the school year. I basically sped things up. Sue me.

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"Whoever the fuck this is had better have a very good excuse for waking me up at 4:30 in the fucking morning."

Honor Huntzberger knew that Rory Gilmore was not a morning person, granted, not many people were at 4:30 in the morning but that was beside the point. Rory had actually uttered the word 'fuck'. Twice. But she'd tease Rory about it later, "Rory, it's Honor, Logan was in an accident."

At those words Rory went silent, her brain stopped working, her heart skipped a beat, she lost seconds that she would never get back or comprehend.

"Is…is…is he ok?"

"He hit his head pretty badly; other than that it's just cuts, scrapes, and bruises."

"Which hospital?"

"Hartford Memorial."

"I'm leaving now."

"I'll see you soon."

Rory ended the call and then immediately called her mother.

"Whoever the fuck this is had better have a very good excuse for waking me up at 4:37 in the fucking morning."

"Mom?"

Lorelai could hear the tears in her daughter's voice; they woke her up immediately.

"Honey, what is it?"

"Could you meet me at Hartford Memorial? Logan was in an accident."

"Of course, babe, I'll be there as soon as possible."

As Rory ended that call she heard a pounding on her door, "Rory!"

Paris was screeching about a second later.

"Who the hell is banging on the God Damn door!"

Rory made it out of her room in time to see Paris open the door, gape for a second at the two boys (still in what looked like pj's) on the other side, and start screeching again.

"Some of us have class in the morning you idiots! What are doing!"

Rory spoke up, "Logan was in an accident."

Paris whipped her head around to look at Rory, "Give me two seconds to throw on some clothes and grab my keys, I'm driving." She ran back into her room and Finn and Colin stepped into the suite. Rory grabbed her jacket and they waited for Paris.

"You wanna put on some clothes?" Finn asked.

Rory looked down at her ensemble: spaghetti strapped off white thin tank that her breasts were clearly visible through and blue flannel drawstring pants. Off the back of the sofa she grabbed a long-sleeve wide v-neck shirt, just as thin and see through as the tank but a darker shade of cream and enough of a layer so her breasts weren't bared for all to see.

She slipped her jacket back on and put her feet into her reefs just as Paris came out of her room in sweats, a long sleeve shirt, and some chucks. She was pulling her hair into a ponytail and had her keys in her mouth. The boys and Rory walked out the door and Paris was right behind them. She shut and locked the door then led the way to her car. They realized when they got there that they wouldn't all fit in her tiny sports car. She held out her hands to Finn and he handed her his car keys.

Paris drove fast. They reached the hospital five minutes before Lorelai did. When Lorelai, clad in jeans and her B-52's tee, ran into the ICU she found Rory, two boys who she assumed were the famous Colin and Finn, and a girl that looked like Logan and another boy holding the girl's hand. She assumed that the blond girl and the boy holding her hand were Honor Huntzberger and her fiancé, Josh. Then she heard a familiar screech to her left. Paris was yelling at a nurse. She turned back to her daughter.

"Rory?" Rory looked up from Finn's shoulder, "Mom?" Lorelai opened her arms and Rory jumped up and ran to her mother; behind her Finn, Colin, Honor and Josh stood up, and to their left, Paris turned around. Rory stepped back from her mother's arms, "Mom this is Finn, Colin, Honor and Josh. Guys this is my mom, Lorelai." "My God those are good genes," remarked Finn with no real mirth at all. "It's really nice to meet you Lorelai," said Honor. "You too, I just wish it could've been better circumstances." "Don't we all," commented Colin.

They waited around for another hour and a half before a doctor came and told them that they could go see the still unconscious young man.

They all filed into the room and gathered around the bed. All things considered the man on the bed looked better than expected. He had a black eye, a cut and bruise on his temple, a sprained wrist, and a bunch on small cuts and bruises. After about a half hour Lorelai excused herself to go call her mother who she figured would be just getting up.

"Richard Gilmore," said her father's tired voice.

"Dad, it's Lorelai."

"Lorelai! Are you alright? Is Rory alright?"

By then Lorelai could hear her mother in the background demanding to know what was going on.

"Dad, Logan was in an accident."

"Oh my, is he alright?"

Emily was screeching even louder.

"He's going to be fine. Honor called Rory about it a few hours ago and Rory called me right after. We've been at the hospital since about five. I thought you should know in case you wanted to come down here."

"We'll be over sometime after eight. Is that alright?"

"That's great, Dad, I'm sure Rory would appreciate it. We're at Hartford Memorial, room 502."

"Then we'll see you soon Lorelai."

"Bye, Dad, see you soon."

As Richard hung up the phone Emily pounced, "What was that all about, Richard! Who's hurt!" Richard turned to her, "Logan was in a car accident last night. He should be fine but Rory and Lorelai are at the hospital. I told our daughter that we would be there sometime after eight. I think an hour should give us sufficient time to dress, eat, and pick up some flowers." "Yes, that should be fine," replied Emily. "Are you sure that he'll be fine?" "That's what Lorelai said." Emily sighed and went about getting dressed, she hoped her granddaughter's boyfriend was going to be good as new.

It was about noon when Logan finally awoke. Richard and Emily had come and gone with promises that they would be back that evening and Paris, Lorelai, Honor, and Josh had borrowed Finn's Escalade, which was the car that Paris had ended up driving, and gone on a food/coffee run, all of them having discovered that the food and coffee the hospital provided were nothing short of indigestible. Rory, Finn, and Colin remained to watch over Logan.

Colin and Finn were talking quietly in a corner of the room when they noticed Logan moving; Rory had fallen asleep in a chair that she had pulled up right next to the bed.

"Logan?" Finn asked.

"What happened?"

"You were in a car accident, mate."

Colin took up the explanation, "You're at Hartford Memorial. You're going to be fine."

Just then Rory awoke, "Oh my God, Logan!" She threw her arms around Logan and then kissed him soundly and fiercely. Logan looked at her, "Not that I mind the welcome, but who are you?"