a/n: I love you all. Your reviews make me soooo happy. I just saw sisterhood of the traveling pants and I absolutely loved it. You should really go (alexis bledel (Rory) is in it). It was awesome. And I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter. I know I had fun writing it.

Chapter Twelve: Not all Roads Lead to Rome

Rory opened her eyes and smiled. She was in Logan's arms and he was gazing right back at her.

"I love you," he whispered in greeting.

"I love you too."

He smiled. "I've been awake for the past couple hours thinking."

"A dangerous activity," Rory quipped.

Logan remained serious. "We can make this work Ror. There has to be a way. We-"

Rory put her finger to his lips, silencing him. "If you're going to share my bed you are going to have to follow my rules."

Logan smirked and was about to talk, but Rory pressed her finger more firmly on his lips. He kissed it in submission.

"First, we are not going to talk about the real world. That means, anything that involves anyone else besides you or me is not allowed in here."

"I would hope not," he teased.

"Second," she continued as she ignored him. "You will never again wear yellow socks and expect to gain entrance into my bed."

"My socks are not yellow," he protested.

"They most definitely are. Are you color blind?"

"A little," he admitted.

"You must be because they are yellow." She paused, her face twisting into an exaggerated grimace. "Or are they dirty white ones?"

Logan laughed. "What if they are?"

"That's disgusting! You come here to pledge your love to me and you don't even bother to change your smelly socks!"

Logan ran a foot up and down Rory's bare leg, making her squeal and fall into a fit of giggles as he proceeded to tickle her into defeat.

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Luke sat at his small table, his head in his hands, staring at the woman in his bed. She was still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the turmoil in his own head.

He had been like that too, for a blissful hour or two. Sleep had taken over them, enclosing them in love and warmth and irrevocable feelings.

Outside it was still night. The storm had ceased, leaving the world with an unfamiliar stillness.

Lorelai stirred and opened her eyes. Luke watched as she sleepily searched for him, her hand grazing the sheets. It took her a moment to find him seated in his shadowy corner.

"You're up," she said.

"What did we do Lorelai?"

She smiled. "Do you need a definition? Or would another round refresh your memory?"

"Stop," he said quietly but firmly.

Lorelai sat up, pulling the sheets tight around her. "What's wrong Luke?"

"You know as well as I do what's wrong."

"No, Luke, I don't. If I did I wouldn't be asking you. You wouldn't be scaring me like this."

"You are another man's wife Lorelai. Did you think of that?"

His sudden harsh tone took her aback. She, however, reciprocated his frustration quickly. "Of course I've thought of that! I've spent the past twenty years thinking about that! God Luke, is that what this is about? Is that all I am to you? Christopher's wife?"

Luke rubbed his unshaven face in his hands and let out a heavy, frustrated breath of air. "Of course that's not all you are to me Lorelai. Just because I love you, that isn't enough to change anything."

"You love me?" she asked, her tone softer, her eyes full of confusion and hope. "I love you too."

"Dammit Lorelai. That doesn't make Christopher disappear."

"And he's never going to. God Luke. Our marriage is a sham. It was a last resort to cover up gossip. It has not borne some everlasting love, or even a friendship. Last night wasn't making anything fall apart."

"It was still adultery."

"How can you do this to me Luke? How can you welcome me down here these past months, make me comfortable, make me feel more at home than I ever have been up there? How can you do all that and then suddenly get all cold, and righteous about everything?"

"I am not trying to be righteous!" he yelled. "I am just trying to be a law abiding citizen. And I never asked you to come down here. It was all your idea. You just kept showing up-"

"So everything's my fault then? I'm some temptress that lured you into a trap? You're just an innocent bystander who is completely faultless?"

"I never said I was not at fault. I'm just saying that we can't do this anymore Lorelai. You have to go."

She stood up, wrapping his sheets around her. "Oh I'm already gone." She stormed around the room, picking up various articles of clothing. "Goodbye Luke."

It was not until she got into the hall that she broke down. As the tears fell she turned in circles. She could not go back upstairs. What she had said to him was true, that was not her home; with Rory being so distant and her relationships with everyone else in the house being cold, she could not bare to go back up there.

With a sob and a sigh she turned and walked down the hall to the only person who would take her in without questions. Sookie would make her coffee and cookies and Lorelai would feel much better. She was certain of it.