Title: Another Round
Chapter 3
Rating: PG
Parings: Rory/Logan with some Rory/Jess (later on)
Spoilers: Nov 8th's episode
Disclaimer: We forgot to mention no profit is being made from this story. All rights and characters are owned by the genius mind of Amy Sherman-Palladino and her writers and the WB. If you want to sue me, I'm in debt…so I'm not sure, but perhaps that would mean you could pay part of my debt for me. LOL

A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and comments! We thrive on them. Let us know if you think we're staying in character and what changes we should make or what we need to work on and once again, all you Literatis out there be patient. We'll get there, (hopefully).

"Oh, I hadn't even thought of that." She glanced over at her car that was still parked in the driveway, from earlier. "That sounds good, so I won't have to come back for it or anything." She nodded at him. "See you in a few minutes."

"See you, Ace," he said and gave her a quick peck as he walked her to her car and opened the door. He then through her stuff in the back seat and walked back to his car and got in and drove off toward his house.

She looked at the house one last time as she started her car, and pulled away. She felt sort of bad. They did let her stay there for a good 3 months, at least. She remembered about the DAR thing that was planned for the following. She knew she couldn't just not show up altogether. That would be horrible, and incredibly irresponsible. She decided that she would go to the event, and then resign after that. She thought about all of this as she followed Logan home. Tomorrow she would get her life back...well, at least 50 of it.

Logan pulled into his normal spot and glanced in his mirror to see Rory pulling in behind him. He got out and shut his door, fidgeting with his keys as he waited for her to get out of her car. "So, my room or guest room?" he asked giving her a charming smile.

She looked at the ground, and concentrated at her shoes. Why does life have to be complicated? Gosh. I can't handle this. I... I want my mom. I miss my mom. She bent down and untied her shoelace so that she could buy herself more time. She immediately realized where she should really go, and looked at her watch. She sighed. It's past twelve, I can't go there this late. She was going to go tomorrow. She finally stood up. She really didn't want to make him mad again. She didn't want to deal with that all over. "I'll... sleep in yours."

Logan gave her a skeptical look, but didn't say anything. "I'm really tired, from all the traveling I've done today." he simply stated as he led her into the house and into his room. He got changed and lay in bed facing away from her and yawned loudly.

Rory announced that she really had to pee, and took her clothes and changed in his bathroom. She came out wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. Was this going to be her last night here? Did she want it to be her last night there? She was pretty sure she did. She climbed into the other side of the bed and pulled up the covers. "I'm sorry for being so troublesome," She said, and leaned into his back.

"Well I think you're worth it," he said as he nudged her slightly. He grinned, "good night, Ace."

"Good night," She said softly, and laid her head on his shoulder, realizing how exhausted she was. She thought of Jess' book in her bag, and smiled. He wrote a book! This was the last thing she thought of before falling into a graceful slumber.

Meanwhile...

"Full tank of gas, now let's see if you can actually make it home." Jess said to his car as he turned the key in the ignition. It sputtered a few times and then started. "Thank god," he said as he pulled out from the now almost empty parking lot and got on the highway to drive back to Stars Hollow. It was 2AM, his mom and TJ should be asleep by now, he thought as he turned onto the too familiar roads, past the bridge, "I really need to get a life," he said to himself, trying to wipe thoughts of Rory out of his head, "she's with that asshole now." he paused as a thought hit him, "and I thought Dean was bad."

Rory woke with a jolt. She looked over at the clock. 3:45. She knew it would be impossible to go back to sleep. She slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Logan up, and reached for her purse. She tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind her, and into the living room, where she turned on a small lamp, and searched her purse frantically, worried that somehow she could have lost his book. She finally found it and pulled it out, grinning. It made her feel better, just looking at it. She opened it up to page 1, and started reading, not even considering the fact that Logan could wake up at anytime.

Logan woke up and glanced at the clock, it was 8:12. He stretched and reached over for Rory. But there was no Rory. He sat up slowly and rubbed his face, did I dream the whole thing? he wondered, but then he saw Rory's clothes folded neatly on the chair. He got up to go look for her, no one else was awake yet and he walked slowly through the house hissing, "Rorrryyy." He found her curled up on the couch. "What are you doing out here?" he whispered as he sat down next to her, "do I snore?"

Rory jerked her head up, and she slammed the book shut. Thinking, regretfully, that he made her lose her page. "Oh my gosh! You scared me!" She shrieked. She slipped the book under her blanket, and into her purse, which was also under the blanket. "I just couldn't sleep," She said, recovering. "And you snore like my grandfather," She joked.

Logan looked around the house, "do you think you could be any louder?" he asked her quietly. "And Richard doesn't snore, or at least I've never noticed."

He wrapped his arms around her, "that isn't a very nice thing to say." he said as he felt something strange under the blanket he grasped the object with his hand and pulled her purse from under the blanket. "Planning on pulling out a revolver and shooting me like in one of those movies from the 20s?" he joked as he pretended to search for a gun and instead felt a book. "What is the newest must-read on Rory's list these days?" he questioned as he slid the book out of her purse, and disregarded her protesting hands. "Subsect..."he read aloud, "by Jess...Mariano." he paused, "you're actually reading this trash?" he asked.

She tried to pull the book out of his hands. "Yes! I am reading this book. He gave it to me, I'm reading it. It's my moral obligation to the universe. I read what is given to me. If you give me Barney Counts and So Can You, I will read it. If you give me a Cuma Sutra book... I will... pretend to read it, for your benefit, and your benefit alone." She nodded along, and had to bite her lip to keep from rambling. "It's all very simple."

"It's Kama Sutra," he corrected, "and I don't think you actually need to read that, it might be more about looking at the pictures." Logan paused and thought for a minute, "are you reading this for his benefit?" he asked slightly agitated.

Logan was almost entirely sure he had no clue what she just said, "whatever you say Ace," he concluded. "So are you going to come back to bed? Or do you have to get up and ready for that DAR thing?"

Rory leapt off the couch. "Oh my gosh! I have to get ready! I completely forgot!" She walked quickly to the bedroom, then turned around and hurried back over to him. She game him a fast kiss, "Your a life saver!" Then she walked quickly back to his bedroom, and put on her clothes from the night before. Tacky, yes, her only option.

Logan was standing in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. He glanced back at the bedroom door and then toward his parents' wing of the house hoping they wouldn't get up. He didn't want to deal with them this morning. When the coffee finished peculating he poured Rory a cup and set it on the counter. "Rory, I made you coffee." he said quietly hoping she'd here him. "So do you want me to stop by this shindig later, in case you need to be saved?"

Rory fixed her hair, gave herself one last look in the mirror, and grabbed her purse. She walked into the kitchen. "Ooh, thank you," She said, grabbing the cup of coffee. "How does one tell one that they are quitting something?" She mused.

"Well there are a few methods, you could steal tons of office supplies and never come back," he said ticking them off on his fingers, "you could just go in say you quit and leave, you could turn in a letter of resignation, you could call up and say that you need a vacation for the next...century." Logan looked up from his hand with the four fingers upright. "It's too early in the morning for me to try to figure this one out for you." He took a sip from her coffee cup, "so about the saving thing...was that a yes or no?"

"Saying 'I quit' and leaving would be so liberating," She smiled at the idea. "Does that sound too harsh?" She took a sip of coffee. "Oh well, Grandma will get over it," She decided, answering her own question. "No, I think i'll just set a time, and make myself leave by then. How does...hmm... it starts at 9:30. I'll get there at 9:00. How does 11:00 sound?" She asked. "That way I have plenty of time to get things done, and mingle, and direct people, and fight with Grandma, and then say goodbye to people and leave..."

Logan nodded, "I'll drop by at 11 just in case," he said, "and make sure you save me a salmon puff."

Meanwhile at the Gilmore residence...
"Richard, have you seen Rory?" Emily asked frantically, "Where could that girl be? I saw her last night, when she was jumping around like a goose mumbling about a spider and now she's gone. Doesn't she know we have the DAR event today? How could she just forget about it?" Emily saw a maid walking out of the kitchen, "Bertha!" she called, "Have you seen Rory. She was supposed to be setting up the DAR event today and I haven't seen her." Emily during her interrogations had noticed that the maid wasn't wearing her apron. "And where is your apron? Don't you know that it's part of the uniform. We gave it to you for a reason, the reason is so you can wear it." The maid scuttled off quickly in search of her apron. "Honestly, no one seems to understand anything anymore. Rory is gone. Betty can't wear her full uniform, next thing you know she'll walk out without the blouse on."

Richard smirked, "that would be a sight," and then regaining his composure. "I'm sure Rory hasn't forgotten about the DAR event, she probably went early to set up. Why don't you go down there and see."

"Fine, Richard," Emily said grabbing her coat and purse, "but if she's not there you are going to help me track her down." And with that Emily left.

(stay tuned for Part 4 coming later this week)