Disclaimer: I know I haven't updated in a few days, but it's not like I went out and bought the series.

Author's Note: So I disappeared for a few weeks. I've been busy with work and school. Sorry guys! Anyway, hopefully this chapter comes out like I want it to, so please tell me what you think. Also, I'm thinking of being completely horrible and throwing in a special return guest in the next chapter (which could change the entire outcome of the story). I want... no make that need... you to tell me if that's a good idea. (And I'm sure you already know who the special guest is, but if you don't see the author's note from before.) Now without further ado...

He lay on her floor, not wanting to move. He briefly contimplated just lying here until she returned. Logan wasn't going to give up. He didn't care what he had to do to get her to believe him. Now that he had finally realized how much he needed her, he wasn't going to let her go. But he also knew that just lying naked on her floor would get him nowhere fast. He had to get himself together and he had to find her. Goodbye just wasn't an option for him anymore.

Gathering up his clothes and getting dressed, he wondered if he should risk walking out the door or just go back out through the window. As much as he wanted to avoid speaking to her, he knew that Paris could probably tell him where to find Rory. That is, if he could convince her he was worthy of being told. Once again sighing, he exited Rory's room, only to find that Paris too had left. Apparently he was on his own for this one.

The last of his depression and sadness began to drain away on his walk back to the dorm. It was replaced by blind determination to prove to Rory he really loved her. He didn't care if he would never be able to touch another woman as long as he had her. Knowing full well that Colin and Finn were sitting on the other side of this door, he walked into his dorm. He didn't care if he had to face hell on earth to get past them, if it got him closer to her, he would do it.

"Huntzberger, you better have a damn good..." Colin began but when he saw the look on Logan's face, he cut himself short. Sure, he could be an ass and poke fun at Logan sometimes, but he was still his friend. And when your friends are in pain, you did what you could to help out.

"What happened mate?" Finn, who was slightly more clued in on the situation, asked.

"I went to see her. She... we... she's gone. I have to find her," Logan replied, trying to skip the gorey details. Of course he knew that he couldn't really get away with it but he had to try. Time was not on his side.

"You what? Talked? Fought? Ran around with turkey basters?" Colin asked, catching the 'we' in Logan's sentence.

"Yeah, mate, you have to tell us what happened here. We're dying to know."

"I went to apologize, try to promise her that it wouldn't happen again. I wanted to tell her I loved her. But the words wouldn't come out. Then we... we had... we were together. She told me it was goodbye. Now I have to find her." For the very first time, Logan was completely honest. He couldn't even bring himself to say that they had had sex, it seemed so informal, so unfitting for what they had shared.

"My suggestion mate: go to that little sleepy town of hers she's always talking about. It sounds like the place to hide from the bitter truths of love with the campus playboy," Finn suggested, letting him hear the disapproval of what he'd done to Rory in his voice. Finn knew his friend had crossed a line but he also knew he deserved a chance to redeem himself.

"Thanks Finn," was all Logan could muster before rushing into his room. A few minutes later, he exited the room and walked out the door without a word to his friends.

"Good luck, mate." Finn whispered as he watched the door close behind Logan. Getting the girl of your dreams is never easy.