Back to the Basics
Chapter 9
Colin had known Finn for what seems like forever. He knew Finn was easy going and carefree but he also knew that when Finn felt, be it love, lust, grief, he felt it with every fibre of his being. He would never forget the feeling of panic that over took him the moment Rory uttered, "Finn's mom died." He instantly stood from his stool at the bar he and Logan were at and began searching frantically for his blond friend. He had known that he needed to get there as soon as he could.
He had noticed during the service that Finn seemed to have a vice grip on Rory's hand. He knew that if anyone could help him through this it was Rory with her soft nature. He had also noticed Logan stiffen during the service.
Colin stood outside of a bedroom door and knocked. "Logan, it's Colin," he called.
The door opened halfway and Colin slipped through. "Hey buddy," he said.
"Hi," Logan's voice was snappy.
"It was good of Rory to take care of Finn like that, wasn't it?" So, he was goading his best friend but it was the only way he knew to get it out of him.
"Yeah," Logan grunted. "It was."
"I mean I heard from Mr Rothschild that for the past few days Finn was in quite the bad shape. He told me Rory constantly checked in on Finn and himself as well as planned the funeral. She's quite the girl, isn't she?" Colin asked.
"Just come out and say it Colin!" Logan snapped.
Smirking Colin sat down in an armchair in the corner of the room. "Alright," he said. "I will."
Whatever Logan was expecting Colin to ask it was apparent that it was not what was asked by the look on his face. "Do you still have feelings for Rory?"
"What?"
"I said do you—"
"I heard what you said, Colin," Logan hissed.
"Right, of course."
There was a pause in which neither of them spoke.
"Logan?"
"Yes, okay, I still may have some feelings for Rory," Logan admitted. "But so what?"
Colin smiled a sad smile. "You know that Finn—"
"Yes. I know."
"You had your chance Logan, you blew it."
"I know!" Logan said sounding agitated. "But it still hurts."
Colin nodded his head. "I know, buddy," he sounded apologetic. "Don't screw this up for them."
Logan laughed. "Rory deserves the world and if Finn is willing to give her that then I won't interfere. But Colin, Finn is just like us."
Colin hesitated before agreeing with him even though he wasn't so sure Logan was in the right.
"Rory doesn't deserve to be hurt again, Col," Logan said quietly. "She's been hurt enough."
Colin didn't hesitate this time before agreeing. He knew it was true.
"Before I go," Colin said standing. "What did you think I was going to ask you? I know you weren't expecting what I asked."
"He called her first."
"What?"
"Finn. I thought you were going to ask why he didn't call us first instead he called her. We are his best friends and he wasn't even going to call us."
Colin quickly covered his shock at Logan's honest answer.
"Logan," Colin said, "Finn picked the person he thought would give him the best comfort. Who better than the woman he loves?"
When he left the room a few minutes later he could have sworn he heard a bed squeak and a muffled moan.
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She was in bliss. Never before had a dream felt so real, so satisfying if not dirty and wrong as well.
She could still feel the tingling sensations as his hands trailed up and down the sides of her body erecting small moans of pleasure from her small form. His soft lips nipping, licking, and kissing every inch of exposed flesh, as her black dress was pulled lower and lower.
"You're beautiful, darling," he whispered in her ears, "simply breathtaking."
His ministrations became more passionate, more intense, more everything. Their breathing was coming out simultaneously in pants and gasps. As their hands, lips, and bodies melded together as one.
"Oh my God," he nearly screamed. "Please, love, please, love. Oh God!"
They became rougher and more demanding. Wanting more, no, needing more. Rory was unable to form a coherent thought let alone speak. Try as she might all that escaped her lips were moans, gasps and grunts. Her eyes flew open when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her mouth forming a small 'o.'
"Fuck!" he growled, "oh bloody fuck! GOD! Oh Rory!"
Her dream came to a close then with him pressing the length of his body against hers. She could still feel the warmth his body had created. So warm.
Blue eyes snapped open.
Lying next to her, on a bed that wasn't hers or house for that matter, with an arm wrapped around her waist lay a naked Finn. His tan skin was glistening in the moonlight. His lips were pouting, his hair was tousled and trailing down his neck and across his strong chest were red and blue discolorations.
Clasping a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming Rory did the first thing that crossed her mind: She ran.
Only once she was in the safety of the guest bedroom she had claimed as her own did she fully allow herself to enter panic mode. Her breathing was capricious and she suddenly felt like a pillow was being held over her head stifling her.
She had sex with Finn. She had sex with the drunken Australian! It didn't matter which way she looked at it, what had just happened was wrong and on more than one level. For one, Finn was one of her best friends; and another he was also her ex-boyfriend's best friend. Plus the poor guy's mom had just been buried. He was depressed and was in need of comfort. But that just made it worse. He was in a weakened state and she had had sex with him!
She needed her mommy and once again she didn't care who knew it. She grabbed her cell phone and dialled the familiar number.
"I arrived home this morning with my husband – God I don't think I'll ever get used to that word – expecting to find my daughter waiting for me with copious amounts of junk food and movies like we had planned," Lorelai said as her greeting. "Then I figured there must have been some huge accident preventing her from being here to greet the woman who went through fourteen hours of labour to bring her into the world. So I turned the TV on as my husband brought our luggage into the house and flipped through the channels to look from breaking news. Oddly I didn't find any except for CNN but that doesn't count they think rain is breaking news. Anyway—"
"Mommy?" Rory said quietly as though her mom had not just spent five minutes babbling.
Rory could almost picture her mom's facial expression changing from teasing to worried. "Rory," Lorelai said. "What happened?"
Rory took a deep breath as she decided to start from the beginning, the very beginning. "Mom," she said again. "Promise not to freak out, okay?"
She heard Lorelai hesitate. "Just tell me, are you in jail? The hospital? Hurt in any way?"
"No, no and kind of."
"Kind of? What kind of an answer is that? Rory what happened?" Lorelai was getting slightly hysterical by this point.
"Don't freak out!"
"Give me one reason not to freak out that my only daughter is hurt," Lorelai retorted.
"Because I'm freaking out!" Rory shot back successfully silencing her mother. "Okay, so after your elopement Marty and I went back to the hotel right."
"Right," interjected Lorelai.
"Marty I am sure you could tell was not in the best of moods that night," Rory said slowly.
"What did that bastard do?" Lorelai voice growled through the phone.
Ignoring her mother, Rory continued, "I tried to placate him. The fight was once again about Logan. What is it with me and picking the guys who get jealous so easily?" Rory gave a bitter laugh.
"Rory, Hun, my reason for being, what happened?"
Rory hesitated, trying to find the right words to describe what happened. "Marty, he got a little out of control," was what was decided on. "I shouldn't have gotten in his way. Now, I'm not blaming myself for what happened but if I didn't get in his way I wouldn't have been hit."
"HE HIT YOU?" Lorelai screamed.
Rory tried to interject but she heard a lot of commotion on her mother's end of the phone. Luke had heard her exclamation.
"Who hit Rory?" she heard him growl. He had always been rather protective of her ever since her mom and her had entered his diner for the first time.
"That damned Naked Guy!" Lorelai told her new husband anger evident in her tone.
She could picture Luke throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "I knew he wasn't any good. Who does that kid think he is?"
"Mom!"
"Rory, Oh kid, I'm sorry," Lorelai had apparently forgotten in her rage that Rory was still on the phone.
"After I told him to leave I called Logan. The three stooges came to the hotel and with one look at the room Finn took off while Colin and Logan rushed me to the hospital. I have a fractured ankle. It not too serious."
"You have a cast on your ankle, it is serious kid!" Lorelai said. "I'm coming to get you."
Rory chuckled.
"How is this funny Rory?"
"About a week after I got a phone call in the middle of the night from Finn who was sobbing hysterically. I though he was drunk so I tried to get him to tell me where he was so I could go pick him up, you see no one had seen Finn since Vermont. I finally got out of him his location, my currant location, actually."
"Rory," Lorelai said slowly. "Where are you?"
"Australia."
"Oh," Lorelai said with the air of one discussing the weather. "What are you doing in Australia?"
"Finn's mom died. Cancer."
"Poor Finn," Lorelai said any anger she had possessed vanished. "How is he doing?"
"Not good as you can imagine."
"Yeah," Lorelai said in understanding. "At least he had you with him for it all."
"Yeah," Rory said giving an awkward laugh.
Rory knew her mom would sense that something was amiss. "I'm sure he is very glad you are helping him through this tough time."
"Uh-huh."
"Maybe you can pass him the phone and I can pass on my sympathies."
"Oh…umm…"
"Unless of course he isn't around at the moment," Lorelai said.
"I had sex with Finn!" Rory blurted out. "There I said it. I had sex with him!"
"I wasn't expecting that," Lorelai admitted. "Wow."
"What am I supposed to do when I see him tomorrow?"
"'Good morning' usually works."
"Mom! This is serious," Rory whined. "His mom just died. I had sex with him. He said he just wanted the pain to stop. What does that mean?"
"Well," Lorelai said not sounding entirely sure of herself, "it means that he trusted you enough not to hurt him even more than he already was. That he hoped you could show him that everything would be better soon."
Rory gave a soft whimper and curled into her pillow.
"Babe, I wish I could tell you what to do but I can't. You have to figure this out on your own. Just know that Finn adores you, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. The kid loves you," Lorelai said softly.
Hanging up with her mom Rory still had no idea what to do. On one hand she could pretend nothing had happened or changed. On the other hand she could confront Finn, in his time of need, and find out that what had happened meant nothing. She didn't want to admit it but the intimacy she had just experienced with Finn was unlike any other she had before. She sighed and rolled over on her back. She didn't know what to do for once mommy had failed to give her the advice she needed to get through this.
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The following morning in a different room a green-eyed man woke, alone.
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A/N: I think I like this chapter but then again I'm not so sure. I think I got my idea across.