Disclaimer: I still don't own it...really.
A/N: Oh my gosh you guys are the best! This story already has almost as many hits as Siren, and 64 reviews, and I'm only on the 3rd chapter! I'm so excited I'm giddy! So to hell with homework I'm gonna get you this chapter before a week passes! Thanks to all of you who reviewed...you all said such nice things...I'm tickled pink! Special thanks to my sister who, for the first time, posted a written review...love ya!
To all of you who wondered where the plot is...Let me just reassure you it's safely here in my devious little brain...mostly. And what isn't there yet, will be soon, so there :P
This chapter is in Logan's POV, thoughts in italics.
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Chapter 4: Wishing for a Do-Over...AKA: Hindsight is 20/20
Logan was shaking with fury as he marched through Rory's apartment to her front door.
She threw the Goddamn ring at my head...at my head! Screaming at me like it's my fault...Like I ruined her life! What's the matter with her? Pardon me for trying to provide a good life for us...For securing our future...Don't I know her at all...HAH...apparently not—I didn't know she was gonna throw the ring...Who the Hell does she think she is?
As he slammed the door behind him, the coolness of the metal doorknob in his hand rumbled across his body in an icy wave. He broke out in a cold sweat and tasted bile in his throat. He felt all the blood rush out of his head, and with it the irrational anger.
He looked down at the ring he was clutching in his shaking hand. Oh God…what just happened here?
Logan rested his head against the door and thought back to all the hurtful things that he and Rory had just fired at each other.
It's not my fault that you saw the rock I was offering and chose to pull a Scarlett O'Hara, convincing yourself you didn't have to deal with reality.
You Bastard! You think everyone is only in it for the money!
He groaned quietly, shaking his head back and forth against the door.
How could I have said that to her? I have to make sure she's ok...I have to apologize to her...
Logan was about to open the door, and rush back to Rory's room, when he noticed something that stopped him in his tracks...
It's quiet. He pressed his ear tightly to the door, but still heard nothing. No crying, no screaming...nothing
And that, Logan knew, could mean only one thing...
She's pissed. He sighed, shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away. She won't listen to anything I have to say right now...best if I leave her alone for now and figure out exactly what I can say... if there is anything...to make this right again...
As Logan walked the two and a half blocks to his apartment, realizations hit him, one right after another.
I have to come to grips with the fact that I may have just lost her for good...
How could I be such an idiot? She spilled out her fears and frustrations to me and I just threw her to the wolves!
She's right, I am a bastard...
How could I have agreed with my mother, of all people? I never agree with my mother...just on basic principal...
Of course Rory has to write...it's who she is...
What is wrong with me?
I always hated that my father was rarely home and that he never really listened to me, and now I'm turning into him...
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Logan walked in the apartment and turned to shut the door, but ended up resting his forehead...and then his entire weight against it, forcing it closed more loudly than he had intended.
At the noise, Finn's head popped up over the edge of the couch and he put a finger to his lips, "Shhhh, Lane fell asleep."
Logan glanced over and saw that The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert was playing on the big screen TV.
Can't say as I blame her...
"I saw your luggage, but thought you'd be busy with Reporter Girl all night," Finn said, reaching for the remote and turning off the TV.
"Reporter Girl," Logan whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head.
How is it possible that even Finn knows her better than I? How could I have forgotten?
"Logan, mate, you look like Hell, what happened?"
I just completely ruined my life, that's what.
Silently Logan held up the ring that Rory had, only moments before, flung so violently at his head.
Could it be only minutes ago? Feels like longer….years at least…
Finn's eyes went wide and he gave a low whistle. "What the Hell did you do?"
"Oh so immediately you think it's my fault?" Logan accused.
"Well isn't it?" Finn raised his eyebrows.
Logan crossed the room and sat on the arm of the couch, "Pretty much," he sighed.
...entirely...
"C'mon then, tell Dr. Finny what happened."
Logan sighed again, "Rory had lunch with Shira and Emily today. They informed her of her duties as my fiancée once she graduates--"
"Oh good God--" Finn rolled his eyes.
"--which as you can imagine, did not sit well. She tried to tell me about it, thinking that I'd understand...that I'd be on her side, and I...I..." he trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his mistakes.
"You've been spending too much time with your bloody father, which caused you to be an ass."
Give the man a prize.
Logan nodded glumly, tapping the tip of his nose with his index finger.
"What—exactly—did you say?"
"I...uh...told her that it was what was expected of us--"
Finn rolled his eyes and scowled.
Chapter one, verse two of the Book of Mitchum...
"—and I may have ...uh..." Logan scrunched up his face and scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact with Finn, "...accused her of caring only about the size of the ring and of avoiding facing the realities..." he trailed off as he turned back and saw the furious look on his best friend's face.
"You bastard," Finn said, angrily.
That seems to be the consensus...
"I know," Logan sighed.
"That's not Rory--"
"I know."
"—it may be every other hair-brained bimbo you've ever dated--"
If you can even call what I was doing dating...
"I know."
"—but Rory only ever cared about you from the beginning, though God only knows why--"
It is a mystery...
"I know."
"—and for you to accuse her of that is just...well it's...it's..." Finn sputtered.
Asinine...unfair...idiotic...
"Finn! I KNOW, ok," Logan whispered explosively, eyeing Lane's still slumbering figure, "I know what I did wrong! I know how stupid I was! What I don't know is what I can possibly do to fix it."
"Well you better figure out something quick, otherwise as the boyfriend of the best friend, I'll be obligated to personally kick your ass—or at least hire someone to kick your ass."
As much time as he spends sober lately, he could probably manage it himself...
"I understand completely, man. You gotta do what you gotta do," Logan laid a hand on Finn's shoulder.
I'd probably feel better if he did kick my ass...
Finn nodded and leaned slightly closer to Logan, "However, since Lane is here, asleep, and news of your...situation...hasn't broken, I am not officially on the opposite team...yet. So, is there anything I can do to help?"
Got a magic wand handy?
"You can find me a time-traveling Delorian so I can go back in time and not completely alienate the woman I love and lose her…possibly forever." Logan quipped.
No not forever...not till I've exhausted every possible groveling technique.
Finn shook his head sadly, "Nope, no Delorian, but I do have an iPod and an iTunes account." He stared pointedly at Logan.
Random: party of one...
Logan scowled, "What bearing could that possibly have on--" suddenly realization dawned. "—Finn, that's brilliant! You're a genius!" He grabbed Finn's face and kissed him forcefully on the forehead, before hurrying toward the computer.
Finn tipped an imaginary hat at Logan's retreating back. "You're welcome my friend, be sure to name your firstborn after me…." He snuggled back down next to Lane and kissed her temple.
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A/N: Before you complain...I know it's a little shorter, but it really didn't need to be longer, and we all want to get to the making up part...right? Besides...it's a full 3 days earlier than usual...go me :)