"So Close, yet So Far Away: Lane and Paris' POV"

"No, no, no, damit! We were so close, how can this be happening?" complained an unnerved Paris.

"Calm down Paris." directed Lane.

"Calm down, how the hell do I calm down, Rory's our best friend and she just let the love of her life slip through her fingers, and after everything we did to bring those two together."

"This isn't about us, remember Paris?"

"This is about Rory and Logan, this is their life, their future, I think, no, I know that she loves him and we all know how crazy in love he is with her." reminded Lane.

"Than what is she thinking, why is she doing this?" asked Paris

"I mean, I know that Rory has always been able to get any guy she wants, but I honestly thought, no matter how much I disliked Huntzberger in the very beginning, I honestly believed that they were meant to be and could make each other happy."

"I think she's just scared because of how right it is and she's afraid of what Lorelai will say."

The two friends stayed lost in thought for awhile. Lane was lost in thought, starring out the window. Paris was occupying herself by pacing back and forth in their living room, biting her finger nails. After what seemed like forever she came out with,

"Have you noticed that Rory's been acting strangely?"

With that Lane sprung out of her own little world.

"What, I'm sorry Paris, I didn't hear you, what did you say?"

"Rory, she's been acting weird, weirder than usual that is, because as we both know, Gilmore's not the most normal or with it person on the planet."

"Hey, that's my best friend you're talking about there." reprimanded Lane.

Hey, you called her Gilmore."

"Ya, so?" asked Paris.

"Well, for as long as Rory and Logan have been together you've been calling her Huntzberger, but now you referred to her as Gilmore, so you must really believe that it's over between them." responded Lane sadly.

"It was a slip of the tongue, my bad, and honestly, I don't know what to think." said Paris.

"Do you hear her at night, she cries in bed, she covers her face with the pillow so that we won't hear, but I know?" asked Lane.

"Ya, I hear her and .."

"And what?" asked Lane

"She's just been acting strangely for awhile now; the moods, and she's not eating, and everyone who's ever met Rory knows how much she can put away."

"Well, she's really upset, can you blame her?" responded Lane.

"No, but it's something else; I just can't put my finger on it."

"I have no idea where you're going with this Paris." responded a lost Lane.

"It's so close, yet so far away." was all that a cryptic Paris said.

For a few minutes more she was lost in thought.

"Paris, what, what's going on, what are you thinking, what are you getting at?" pestered a now unnerved Lane.

"She throws up too, have you noticed?" asked Paris.

"No, I've never seen or heard her throw up." answered Lane honestly.

"Well, she has and I've called her on it."

"What does she say?"

"She shrugs it off, says it's nothing, that she must be getting the flu or something."

"Rory doesn't get the flu or something." said Lane.

"I know" responded Paris, making her way over to the desk where Rory's day planner and calendar lay.

"She's probably making herself sick by being so upset and she doesn't want us to know, so.."

"What are you doing?" asked Lane inching closer to where Paris now stands looking through Rory's day planner.

"What are you looking for?"

"Oh my God!" screeched Paris with a look of shock on her face.

"What, what?" begged Lane, wanting her friend to give her some answers.

"She's pregnant."

"What?"

"According to her calendar Rory hasn't had a period in about two months."

"She probably just forgot to right it down." said Lane explaining it away.

"Rory doesn't forget to keep track of stuff like that Lane."

"Ok, well it's probably just nerves or something or because she's been so upset." said Lane trying to come up with any kind of excuse that she could.

With that the two friends looked at each other and screamed.

"Rory's pregnant!"

"Oh my God, we're going to be aunts!" exclaimed a now very excited Lane.

"Oh my God, is this a good thing?"

"I don't know." answered Paris.

"Do you think that she realizes?"

"I don't know."

"Wow, this is unbelievable."

"I know."

"Oh God, Rory and Logan are having a baby, God, won't their baby be gorgeous?" screeched Lane jumping up and down.

"Oh my God, what does this mean Paris?"

"I don't know."

"This changes everything."

"Do you think that she's told Logan?"

"I don't know Lane."

"I don't know the answers to any of these questions."

"I know that this changes everything, but I think that she may not even realize that anything's off since she's been in this post-break up haze."

"And if she does know than I doubt that she has told Logan."

"Wow!" answered Lane.

"So, what do we do?"

"Nothing, I don't think we should say anything, I think we just need to keep an eye on her, for both Rory and the baby and let her handle it."

"Wow, that was surprisingly mature and calm of you Paris." complimented Lane as she was smirking at her friend.

I was going to wait and not post another chapter for a couple days, let you all sit w/it, but I'm trying to get as much up as I can over Easter break.

I haven't read this fanfic in so long, so it's been interesting to go down this road again. I'm continually inspired by your reviews, some of them I keep b/c they're funny, to hear some of your reactions. Keep reading.