Author's Note: So just a warning, I take it upon myself to confuse each and everyone of you. I'm changing a lot, so pay attention or you'll miss something and that's never good as every detail in my writing is usually important. If you do miss something and get super confused ask, and I'll answer as much as I can without giving too much away. These first few chaps, again, are just a here are the characters, lets get to know them. So sit back and enjoy, there will be some Logan/Rory interaction soon.

Chapter One

She slung her purse back over her shoulder as she accepted her cup of coffee from the man behind the coffee kiosk. She had slowly been making her way across campus in hopes of finding some coffee that could at least feed her caffeine need in one cup. Out of the three kiosks, two coffee shops, and the nine types of store bought coffee she had gone through she had yet to find a coffee that could stand up to that of which she received from her step-fathers diner in Stars Hollow.

She walked in silence as she sipped the heavenly liquid. It was warm and refreshing, as it slid down her throat warming her body more than need be. Not that she cared much, she was a coffee addict, maybe addict wasn't the right word, coffee was more of an elixir of life. She smiled as she found that as of yet the coffee kiosks on campus were the fastest choice with decent coffee. God forbid she had to drop by Paris' room and use her roommates coffee pot. She didn't need any more lectures.

"Rory," A familiar voice called to her as she came out of her coffee induced haze. She scanned the area thinking perhaps Paris had found her. No such luck. "Rory," The voice called again as her eyes fell on a man walking towards her. She recognized him, but from where?

"Hey," Rory skeptically replied as she sipped her coffee trying to put a name to the face, that of a rather familiar face.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while," The guy spoke as he came to stop in front of her.

"Good," She vaguely commented as she looked around hoping to find an escape. She wasn't sure who this guy was.

"You don't remember me," He spoke noticing her wandering eyes.

"No, I'm sorry I don't," Rory's eyes made their way to the floor. This guy obviously knew her and she couldn't place his face. "I mean you look familiar and all, but I just can't think of your name."

"It's okay. I've never been one that people really remember all too well," He said as if people forgot his name often.

"No it's not that it's just I've been really…"

"Really, you don't need to apologize. Let's just start over?"

"Sure, My names Rory, but you already know that," She smiled at the guy. He seemed really nice.

"Marty," he said holding his hand out.

"Oh My God. How could I be so dumb? Naked guy!" Rory spoke a little loud as the realization hit her.

"You do remember me," Marty spoke shocked, as his cheeks became a little pink with embarrassment. "I wasn't sure you would. I mean it was only that night, and morning."

"Hallway, lending of robe, coffee morning after. I'm surprised I didn't recognize you. We'll blame the coffee. When mixing a G…Danes and her coffee you must be prepared for memory loss. We do enjoy our coffee." Rory laughed as she downed the last of the liquid in the cup. "And is that what you tell your friends, because it kinda sounds like we had a one night stand I don't know about.

"No…I mean…I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound that way. It's just…It was a night, and the next morning…and I'm sorry." Marty rubbed his hands together nervously.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm the one who forgot your name," Rory spoke as she tipped her coffee cup upside down to see if there was any left. No such luck. "I need more coffee."

"Gee, trying to forget me so soon," Marty laughed.

"Well I may have forgotten your name, but that butt of yours is still fresh in my mind." Rory had to laugh, as Marty again turned pink.

"So, yeah. After that night, I looked for you. I couldn't find you anywhere," Marty asked not able to look her in the eyes.

"Yeah, I was visiting my friend Paris for the weekend."

"Well I guess we should get you more coffee."

"Sounds good to me."

The two began to walk back in the direction of which Rory had just come as the cool wind hit both. It was three days before the spring semester of Rory's sophomore year was set to start. She wrapped her arms around her in hopes of keeping herself warm as she walked up to order another coffee. As they began to walk the musical styling of Ciara, One, Two step, rang through the air. In specific the first few lines playing "The Princess is here" rang out loud and clear. Passing her coffee quickly off, to her newly reacquainted friend Marty, she began digging through her bag for her phone.

"Coffee time has been interrupted. Reasons for said interruption should be listed in a timely manner before the direct and absolute punishment is dealt out," Rory cheerily spoke into the phone eliciting a weird look from Marty who still held her coffee.

"One, Mommies are very busy people. They can call whenever they want. So expect a call sometime around three…in the morning that is. Two, I'm trying to piss Luke off. He still has the insufferable sign up that neither of us obey. And Thirdly, and most importantly, the princess is here," Lorelai sang the last part into the phone as she grinned upon hearing her daughter chuckle.

"Hey mom. Can you hold on a second," Rory spoke into the phone. Somehow they had ended up in front of her dorm room. She smiled up at Marty before she unlocked her door and walked in. "Marty, It's been so great talking with you, but my Mom is feeling a little bit of separation anxiety," Both heard Lorelai scream hey from the phone that was no longer to her ear, "I really need to take this, but we should get together some time."

"Sounds good to me. Did you want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"I actually have to meet Paris. She's going to show me around campus, but how about Sunday we meet for breakfast," Rory asked.

"Sure, I'll meet you at that coffee kiosk at nine?"

"Yeah, and thanks for walking me to my dorm. Bye Marty," Rory spoke as she watched him walk off before she shut the door.

"Sorry mom. I'm all yours," Rory spoke as she slumped into the couch her roommate already had in the room.

"You bet you are. Tell that male friend of yours that before he can date my little girl he needs to impress the mommy," Lorelai said as they both heard a glass drop. "Luke's flipping out, he thinks you're getting married."

"It's not even a date mom. It's naked guy we're talking about here, I've seen his ass."

"And you didn't look at the front. Mommies ashamed."

"Mom, I gave him my robe."

"Did you ever get that robe back," Lorelai questioned.

"No, but that's so not the point. So why'd you call," Rory asked on hopes of a subject change.

"Smooth, very smooth. Fine, we won't talk about the male ass. Though I do very much enjoy watching my Diner Man turn bright red. I called to ask how the move was? You getting along with everyone?"

"The move was fine, I have a few more boxes to unpack, but I needed coffee. I found a few good spots."

"Got the important stuff out of the way then."

"Yep, and no one to fight with yet. Roommate still seems to be on vacation."

"Well that's nice. Got the place to your self. Now if you get scarred of the dark call me. Don't worry though I'll chase those monsters out from under your bed. Let them sleep in that bed with you."

"How's Grandpa taking it? I tried to put the move off for as long as possible," Rory spoke as she ignored her mother's outburst.

"The old man will live. He was upset when the Dean called him and told him that you had transferred to Yale. He almost ran down there himself to move you back but I stopped him. Reminded him of the deal you two struck. Why you made that deal again is beyond me."

"Mom…"

"No, far be it for me to judge why you would make that deal. I guess I can't change a thing now." Lorelai paused for a second, "Look Rory I have to go. Davey, and Austin are chasing Kirk again. I think they may be using snowballs. Call me later babe."

"Bye Mom. Good luck."

Rory hung up with her Mother. She was sure she could handle the move, the switch of schools mid-Sophomore year. She was her mother's daughter after all. She could handle anything the world threw at her. She had proven that time and time again. She needed some time where no one knew her, where she could just be herself, without the confines of the society her mother had somehow married into. She just wanted to be Rory Danes for a little while. Which is the thought that left her most puzzled. If she had wanted to go to a school to just be Rory Danes, then why, why of all places did she choose Yale? Yale, a school so close to the town where Rory Danes was known as Rory Gilmore, the youngest Hayden.