The Gilmore-Grey Union

By Michael Weyer

POV: Logan

I've learned to deal with a lot since Rory and I got together but this is taking things to an entirely new level.

I can't remember exactly what started the fight last night. We were having a couple of beers while hanging with some of my buddies. It seemed we couldn't get into the casino so we moved to the bar, I ordered a round and talked as buddies do.

The best I can recollect, Pete was saying how great it was blowing off college and I pointed out how Ace was following his example. For some reason, she seemed to get upset at that, saying it was a break, not dropping out and they laughed, saying "we all took a break!"

For some reason, she turned that on me and…well, my memory is sorta fuzzy from that point but I guess we went our separate ways. I went to hang with the guys and she said she was going back to the room.

Apparently, she made a slight detour.

I stare at her, then at the guy, who's hanging up his cell phone. He's older than either of us, not bad-looking, I guess but looks kinda too laid-back. I see the ring on his hand and the one on Rory's….

Oh, man. Oh, man, I'm so gonna get blamed for this.

"Married?" I manage to choke out. "Ace…what….how?"

"Apparently, Jersey has yet to adopt the breathalyzer test for wedding chapels," she replies. "Which I intend to take up with the congressmen as soon as I get the chance."

I know she's trying to stay calm but obviously quite freaked out about this, and I don't blame her. I just run my hands through my hair as I try to work my brain around this. My girlfriend is married to another guy. This is wrong on so many levels.

I glance at him and lick my lips. "Ah, Vincent, right? Um…can you…give us a minute?"

He nods slowly and rises up, looking to Rory. "Um…I'll be…." He fumbles in his pants before pulling out his wallet and then his key. "Ah, I'm in 223, I should…get back."

She nods. "Okay…I'll call you as soon as…you know."

"Yeah." There's a very awkward moment as it looks like he wants to give her a hug or a kiss or both and she seems ready to do the same. Finally, they shake hands and he quickly makes his way out.

I watch as she collapses on the bed, her face in her hands. "Oh, God, Logan…I can't believe I got married."

"Are you sure?" I ask. As she glares at me, I quickly add. "I mean, are you sure it's legal?"

She nods and reaches over to hold up a piece of paper. I take it and scan it over. Damn, it looks real to me. I sit next to her and take a deep breath myself. "Well….This is…going to be complicated."

She nods, her head back in her hands. "I know…I gotta get a lawyer, I gotta find out if we can get it annulled, I…I have no idea how we're going to work this out."

"It'll be ok…" I say as I pat her shoulder. I pause suddenly. My mind was so thrown by the shock of hearing her being married that I'm only now realizing…"Oh, shit. Rory…did you sleep with him?"

She stiffens and I can tell she's been trying to avoid that line of thought. "Um…I'm pretty sure we did. We woke up naked and I feel…" She shivers. "You know."

My eyes widen. "Oh, man…I'll kill that bastard!"

"Hey, he didn't…" She looks up at me. "He didn't…he's a nice guy, he's an author! I read his book!"

"Great, he ends up marrying a fan," I mutter. I quickly realize that was the wrong thing to say as she glares at me. "Okay, I'm sorry, it's a lot to handle."

"How do I think I feel!" she yells as she rises up. "You know, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't taken me to the bar!"

"Oh, so it's my fault?" I fire back as I stand as well, feeling a little annoyed. "I didn't make you get married!"

"No, but you made me mad and drunk and when I'm mad and drunk I make bad choices!"

"Again, how is that my fault? At least when I'm drunk, I'm not totally stupid."

She holds up a hand, her face hard. "Okay…we're both hung over, we're both upset and we both have a lot to deal with. Maybe…maybe you should take a walk so we can both cool down before we say anything else we regret."

"Like 'I do?'"

Again, way wrong thing to say as the slap on the face proves. I stumble back, thrown that she actually did it .She seems surprised too but not that sorry. I realize she's right and taking a walk is good so I turn to head out.

I make my way down the hallway, fumbling for my cell phone. She can yell at me for this later if she wants but right now, I know there's something that has to be done and I don't think she'd do it. I pull out my cell phone and get the number from the memory.

It picks up and I speak into it. "Hey, Mr. Gilmore? It's Logan. There's something about Rory I really think you need to know about right away."