Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, complete forgot to post this!

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"Just accept that I don't blame you damnit!" She shrieked.

"I can't! I hurt you Rory!" He bellowed.

"Oh this is getting ridiculous. Are we really arguing about this?" She asked exasperated.

"We wouldn't be if you'd just let me-" She cut him off when her lips came crashing down on his. It didn't take him long to react, he was kissing her back in no time.

One of his hands reached up to her hair and tangled itself there. The other slid down to her hip, pulling her closer. Her hands moved to his face pulling it closer to hers.

They both knew this wasn't a cure-all, but they were on their way back. She knew that he would be plagued by guilt for months to come, and that she would be haunted by doubt. She also knew that right now he just needed to feel her as much as she needed to feel him.

As his hand slid further up her torso any coherent thought she had was replaced with anticipation of what was to come.

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The beeping of an alarm pulled Logan from his dreams. He immediately noticed her weight on his chest. His eyes opened to reveal her head resting on his chest, just inches from his. He turned his head and buried his nose in her hair, he inhaled deeply, smiling at all the memories that came with her smell. Her arm started to flail in the general direction of the alarm clock. Logan smiled before finally reaching over himself and turning it off. She sighed contently as the beeping subsided. He lay with her a little longer, his face buried in her hair.

"You didn't set the alarm." He whispered. She groaned a little, unable to comprehend, as sleep still clouded her mind. "Yesterday. You never set the alarm." He could tell she was still confused. "I woke up on my own, after class started. You never set the alarm; you always set it, because I never think to." He was still whispering, knowing that she was not one for mornings.

"I woke up before it went off and turned it off. You were really restless so I thought you deserved to sleep in." She mumbled confused. They rarely talked until they were heading out the door, he knew she was not a morning person by any means and needed time to wake up. He smiled and kissed her head gently before continuing.

"That's how it all started, the alarm never went off."

"How what all started?" She asked intrigued and a little more awake.

"My freak out as you called it. I would have realized right away if the alarm went off. But when it didn't it followed my dream." He said sheepishly.

"Well I will be sure to leave you a note if I ever do it again." She giggled.

"That's all I ask." He said with a chuckle. He rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.

On his way back through the bedroom he stopped by the bed to lean down and kiss her forehead. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly at this. He let her be and continued on his way to the dresser to pull out a pair of lounge pants before heading to the kitchen.

After leaving the bedroom he walked straight towards the coffeemaker. He turned it on and went to get two mugs from the cupboard. He set them next to the coffeemaker. He heard the toilet flush and knew she'd be coming out soon. He went to get the paper from the front door, by the time he got back into the apartment she was already in the kitchen.

He dropped the paper on the coffee table in the living room and walked back towards the kitchen. She pulled a bagel from a bag in the fridge; he pulled out two boxes of cereal from the cupboard. She sliced the bagel and put it in the toaster. He reached over and pushed the lever down, and got a plate and bowl out. Rory was at the fridge pulling out the cream cheese and milk. He got out a knife and spoon and handed them to her as she walked to the plate and bowl. She set the knife and cream cheese next to the plate and the spoon and milk next to her bowl.

The bagel popped up as she poured her cereal. He put the cream cheese on his bagel as she added a splash of milk to her bowl and his mug. He grabbed the milk and cream cheese and put them away. She poured the coffee into the mugs and then brought both mugs into the living room. She set the mugs on the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and turned on CNN. He followed shortly after her with his plate and her bowl.

They sat in companionable silence, trading sections of the paper and commenting on a random story on TV or in the paper every once and a while. He finished his bagel first, as always, setting the plate on the coffee table. When she finished she set her bowl on top of the plate. He picked up the plate and both coffee mugs and brought them to the kitchen. He set her mug next to the coffeemaker and deposited the rest of the dishes in the sink. He filled her mug quickly before heading to the bathroom.

She followed after him knowing that was the only way she was getting her coffee back. As she walked into the bathroom she grabbed her towel off of the rack. She walked to where he was standing with a smirk on his face and took the coffee from him. She sat with the mug just below her lips and inhaled the scent. He loved it when she did this; the first cup was just to wake her up, the second she could enjoy. She took a sip, the look on her face at tasting it matched the one from smelling it, she looked completely content. He turned on the shower while she finished her coffee. As she finished she gave him a quick kiss before disrobing and stepping into the shower.

He got his shaving supplies out and shaved while she showered. As he heard the second bottle cap close he brushed his teeth and then walked to get his towel. Anyone else would not have heard that bottle cap close, but after months of this routine, it echoed through his head.

She stepped out as he was stripping down, he gave her a quick once over as he reached for his towel.

"Every morning", she smirked at him. He winked and quickly stepped into the warm stream of the shower.

She walked to the bedroom and pulled out panties and a bra then walked to the closet to get half dressed. She put on the bra and panties then pulled on a skirt as he showered. She walked back into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and then pulled out the hair dryer and quickly dried her hair. She started on her makeup before he even got out. He dried off and wrapped the towel around his waste before walking into the bedroom to get a pair of boxers and an undershirt. He pulled both items on and went back to the bathroom, stopping at the closet to grab a pair of pants. As he took his place next to her she held the hair dryer out to him.

"Every morning", he mocked. She giggled a little bit as he plugged it in and half dried his hair like he did every day.

He finished gelling his hair at the same time she put the finishing touches on her makeup. They walked to the closet together, almost perfectly in step, which both would admit is kind of creepy. She grabbed a top of hers as he grabbed a sweater. She looked at his choice and shook her head; he never picked out dressy enough clothes for a business meeting.

"Yeah and yours is so much better, Mother Theresa." She just rolled her eyes and walked to his side of the closet, so he walked to hers. He was of the opinion that if she was going to pick out his clothes, he would pick out hers. She picked out a dress shirt and a tie, at which he made a face. He picked out a less conservative top that he had bought for her recently, he grinned, but she put it on. He put on the shirt and tie, the whole time mumbling about comfort.

She stood arms out, waiting for his approval he nodded and did the same. She adjusted his tie and stepped back, taking him all in (a/n: hehe dirty) and then nodded in approval. He made an after you motion and the two headed out to the bedroom. She walked over to her dresser and put on a necklace and some earrings, as he walked to his and grabbed his watch and wallet. He put his watch on as the two left the bedroom.

"So what's the game plan for today?"

"What's the GP RA?" She giggled. He looked confused, she smiled and explained, "The OC, goodness you are sheltered." He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, what's the GP RG?" She giggled.

"School, the Daily News, and then the Gazette. I should be back by six. What's your plan for the day?"

"Meetings with Mitchum. I will be home by seven. Want me to pick up dinner?"

"What a silly question." She smirked.

"Mongolian or Thai? Chinese or pizza?" He asked.

"Thai and Chinese. From the Thai place get that thing that I like but don't normally get, and the thing Finn gets. And from the Chinese place, let's do chicken tonight." She said thoughtfully with a smile plastered on her face. He leaned in and kissed her quickly.

"Sounds good." He agreed then started looking around the room. "Where's my-?"

"Over by the door next to my bag." She cut him off.

"I would be so lost without you."

"Nah you wouldn't, I put it over there yesterday, after I almost tripped on it. If it weren't for me it would still be next to the pool table where you left it." She grinned. He just smiled at her.

The two walked to the door, he helped her put her coat on and then she helped him put his on. They both grabbed their respective bags, him: his briefcase, her: her messenger. They walked out the front door together and down the hall. They separated at their cars, he gave her a quick kiss before opening her door and waiting for her to sit down.

"Don't turn the alarm off in the mornings anymore, it throws off my day." He said lightly, but meant it.

"You think it threw off your day, I forgot I had to make the coffee, and that a bagel didn't need to be sliced, that bagel sat in the toaster until I came home. I had to throw it out." She grinned. He leaned down to give her one last kiss before shutting the door, she blew him a kiss before driving away.

He knew all day, like everyday, he wouldn't be able to think of anything but going home to her and setting up camp on the couch, eating dinner and watching TV. Later in the night he knew that they would probably meet up with Finn and Colin, like they did every Tuesday. But truth be told, he'd rather stay at home her feet resting in his lap, mocking every TV show they came across.

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I know you didn't get to see how he made it up to her, a lot of you wanted to, but now they are back into their old routine. They are comfortable and happy. Yay!

Please, please, please, tell me what you think. I'm begging now!

-JJ