Note: Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews. I love reading them, the good, the bad...I just loved reading reviews, I'm kinda weird like that. Anyways, I don't usually update every day but I was in the mood to write another chapter. It probably won't happen every day, as I do have a life, a boring one it may be...but a still a life. Keep reviewing, cause you know I love reviews. Oh and another note, I'm from the UK..we're only at the end of Season Two, sucks right! Anyways, I've read transcripts and I'm up to date with you guys in the States, watched clips..so these are just my interpretations on how the characters would act. Ooh and I know I have spelling error's and stuff, but I don't like reading my work through, so apologies for that! I had to upload this chapter again, because for some strange reason when I checked this morning...it wasn't on here. Weird >

Rory's Bedroom

Rory is sleeping on her side, Logan; also asleep on his side has his arm draped over her stomach. Logan wakes up and looks at Rory's face. Running his fingers through her hair he turns and looks at the clock on Rory's bed side table. Pulling the covers from his body, he gets up out of bed. Rory turns over, and spreads out more, still asleep.

Later

Rory stirs in her bed, opening her eyes slowly she looks left and then to her right noticing Logan not there. There's a knock at her bedroom door, Rory sits up in her bed, pulling the covers up with her, covering her body.

Rory: "Paris?"

The door opens, Logan walks in dressed in the same clothes from last night. His hair slightly muffled. He's carrying two cups of coffee.

Rory: "Not Paris, although I think if you went in drag you might be able to pass for a good look-a-like."

Logan: "Morning, Ace."

Rory: "Morning…quite a disappearing act you've got down. You should do clubs, maybe even a tour; show off your magical skills. Although I have to say I like reappearing act better, especially if one of those cups is for me."

Logan: "Certainly is."

Logan walks over to the bed and sits down in front of Rory.

Logan: "On one condition"

Rory: "Which is?"

Logan: "That I get a good morning kiss."

Rory: "But, but I haven't brushed my teeth yet"

Logan: "So?"

Rory: "So I'm pretty sure, like 99.9 percent sure that I have the very embarrassing morning breath syndrome, not so minty fresh."

Logan: "Like I care, I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I think that's a pretty clear indication that I haven't been home yet, which means I haven't been able to use my tooth brush. So, in conclusion, I think it's a safe bet to assume I have morning breath syndrome too."

Rory: "Oh."

Logan leans in and kisses Rory, as he pulls back she lips her lips.

Rory: "You said you hadn't brushed yet"

Logan smiling: "I haven't"

Rory: "I tasted mint; your breath had a distinct minty aura."

Logan: "Okay, so on the way to get coffee I may have bought some gum."

Rory: "Cheater."

Logan: "What? I wanted a kiss."

Rory: "Uh. So are you planning on giving me that cup before it cools down?"

Logan: "Right, sure."

Logan hands the cup to Rory. Rory takes the lid off and smiles. Logan smirks.

Logan: "Large caramel macchiato, with an extra shot and whipped cream."

Rory: "Wow, how did you know I take my coffee?"

Logan: "Okay secrets out, I'm a secret government agent. I stalk young college students, particularly young brunettes with a passion for reading and find out how they take their coffee."

Rory: "Good to know, you should put it on your resume."

Rory watches as Logan takes another sip from his cup. He smirks, seeing her watching him.

Logan: "What?"

Rory: "Seriously, all joking aside. How did you know how I take my coffee?"

Logan: "Honestly, I gave a description of what you look like to the guy serving me at the coffee cart. Apparently you're there every 30-40 minutes a day; I asked if he knew what you usually ordered. Large caramel macchiato, with an extra shot and whipped cream, unless it's a Monday when apparently you have normal plain black coffee. Should I be worried that this guy knows you so well?"

Rory smiles taking a sip from her coffee, she licks her lips savouring the moment. Logan looks over to the clock.

Logan: "Aren't you going to be late?"

Rory raises an eyebrow, turns and looks at the clock.

Rory: "Oh my god, it's 7.45. I can't believe I slept in this late, why didn't my alarm go off earlier?"

Logan: "Rory..."

Rory: "I set my alarm for 7, so I could be up, showered, dressed ready to go, ready to pick Marty up at 8. So that we could be on the road for-"

Logan moves his hand over Rory's mouth, stopping her from talking.

Logan: "Rory, calm down. Its 7.40, you can take your shower, be dressed and pick up what's his face in 15 minutes. There's no rush."

Rory: "That's easy for you to say, you're not a girl."

Logan: "Obviously."

Rory: "You know what I mean. In girl time, it takes like 30 minutes to do all of those things. A shower 10 minutes, getting dressed 10 minutes, driving and picking up Marty, 10 minutes. 30 minutes, see."

Logan: "A shower really takes 10 minutes? Is that a co-ed shower, cause if so I'd be interested."

Rory smirks: "Logan!"

Logan: "Okay well shouldn't you be doing these things, instead of debating here with me."

Rory: "Right."

Logan and Rory look at one another. Rory raises her hands.

Logan: "What?"

Rory: "You're sitting on the bed covers."

Logan: "Oh, sorry"

Logan leans in and kisses Rory's forehead. He stands up and walks out of the room, holding his cup of coffee. Rory wraps the covers around her body, picking out an outfit laying it on the bed. Logan sits down on the couch, picking up one of Rory's books, flicking through it. Rory walks into the bathroom and shuts the door.

Logan almost shouting: "George Eliot, Middlemarch? I didn't know this was on your course syllabus."

Rory loudly : "It's not, I'm making my way through his collection and so far I've only read Daniel Deronda and The Lifted Vail."

Logan nods to himself, reading the page. Paris walks out of her bedroom, in her pyjamas.

Paris: "You know modern mainstream literature ought to learn something from good Nineteenth Century novels such as Middlemarch. The richness of analysis of the human soul, the understanding of the sometimes right reasons for a wrong choice, the fascinating characters and their interactions, the wry notations on the failings of certain individuals, not to mention Eliot's splendid presentation of his writing."

Logan: "Paris."

Paris: "I heard yelling, not that it woke me up. I've been awake since 6, thanks to Doyle snoring his head off, which sounds somewhat familiar to a pig's grunt."

Doyle walks out behind Paris, wearing her dressing gown over his pyjamas.

Doyle: "I do not snore and even if I did, it would not sound like a pigs grunt. I'll have you know that I'm sick and as you refused to let me sleep in my bed, back in my room then my snoring, is something you will have to - Logan, Logan Hutzenburg"

Logan smirking: "Doyle, nice robe."

Doyle closes his robe, his face turning redder and redder by the second.

Doyle: "Paris, why didn't you say we had company?"

Paris: "Are you deaf? A minute ago he was practically shouting his head off, which could have woken up the people next door, in which case I applaud you. They play their loud grunge, garage music till dawn. It's obvious they've never listen to a decent record in their life, otherwise the style or even the song would change. Did you think I was talking to myself when giving him my thoughts of Eliot?"

Doyle hides behind Paris's door. Paris turns and raises an eyebrow.

Paris: "He's already seen the tweety birds on your pyjamas. I don't think you could shock him any more, unless you walk out in my slippers which-"

Paris turns and looks at Logan, who is sat on the couch, with a fixed smile on his face.

Paris: "He is known to do, by the way."

Doyle: "Paris..."

Paris: "Well maybe if you wouldn't wear them, then I wouldn't have to bring up this kind of topic in public. Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe that I do this because I want you to stop wearing my slippers? Is Rory still going home today?"

Logan: "That's that plan."

Paris turns around and walks back into her bedroom.

Logan: "It was nice talking to you Paris."

Doyle peers out of the door again, looking at Logan. Logan tilts his head and looks at Doyle.

Logan: "Doyle, it's been…well it's been entertaining."

Doyle turns around and shuts the door. Logan laughs to himself as Rory walks out, dressed in a black shirt, a dark grey/black denim skirt and black knee high boots, with no heels. Her wet hair is scooped back in a loose plat, with a few strands free.

Logan: "You look nice and-"

Logan looks at his watch.

Logan: "you have 5 minutes to spare."

Rory smirks, walking over to the table grabbing her jacket. Logan walks up behind Rory, helping her put on her jacket.

Rory: "Thanks, did I hear Paris?"

Logan: "Yeah, is she always so, uh, expressive in the morning?"

Rory: "Why what did she say?"

Logan: "Firstly she said that she thought modern literature could learn a thing or two from Eliot's writing, which by the way she isn't wrong. Then in came a shy Doyle in his tweety bird pyjamas and she started raving on about how he liked to wear her slippers?"

Rory: "Doyle was shy? Aw I can't believe I missed that, you should stay over more often, it might actually make him not walk around half dressed, bare feet"

Logan: "Yeah, or not. I don't particularly wanna see that image. I'm picturing it right now and it's not a pretty sight. However, it was pretty funny to see the look of complete shock and horror on his face when he saw me sitting here. It was a memorable moment, too bad you missed it. So are you ready?"

Rory: "Yeah, I think so. Bag is in my bedroom, keys-"

Logan: "Bag, thought you were only going for the day."

Rory: "I am, the bag is for my mom. She likes it when I bring home insignificant things that remind her of me. A book, a pair of shoes, and this week I'm taking home her sweater. It's probably not the best reminder of me, since it's hers but it has my scent on it. So, I think she'll appreciate it."

Logan raises an eyebrow.

Logan: "Okay?"

Rory: "My mom's not weird or anything. Just, a little routine we do."

Logan: "Right."

Rory walks into her bedroom, picking up her bag.

Rory: "So, what are your plans today?"

Logan: "Not much, I have a seminar at three. Doubt, I'll go though. Supply professor, they never know what they're talking about. Besides, the seminar which I'm not attending, probably just gonna hook up with Colin, Finn and Robert. The Killers are playing in New York this Saturday, so gotta organise how we're getting down there. What we're gonna do during the day? That kinda thing."

Rory: "Oh sounds good."

Rory walks back into the living room area. Logan walks over to the door, opening it for her. She steps outside and turns around to face Logan.

Rory: "So, I'll see you….tomorrow?"

Logan: "Or later tonight, depends on how tired you are."

Rory smiles.

Rory: "Okay, bye."

Logan leans in and kisses Rory and then pulls away slightly so their lips aren't touching but the heads are.

Logan: "You wanna come to see the Killers? I know it's probably not your type of music, but we could spend the day in New York, stay overnight at the plaza."

Rory: "I don't know? Isn't it just a boy's night out kind of thing?"

Logan: "No, Juliet and Rosemary are joining too."

Rory: "I dunno."

Logan: "Come on, you know you want to."

Rory: "Okay"

Logan: "Cool, have a nice day, Ace."

Logan leans in and kisses Rory again. Logan pulls apart and winks at Rory, walking down the hallway. Rory watches him leave, with a smile on her face. She walks back into the apartment and grabs her car keys from the table.

Car

Rory is driving. Marty is sat in the passenger's seat, drinking from a coffee cup. Gummie bears are sprawled out across the dashboard.

Marty: "I can't believe I'm going to see Rory Gilmore's home town, where she used to go every day to get her coffee, where she used to go to school. So when I see you on TV reporting some major, news breaking find, I can say I knew her back when."

Rory: "You're really excited about this aren't you?"

Marty: "Of course. The way you described this place, it sounds very unique."

Rory: "Unique wouldn't definitely be the right word to use."

Marty: "So, we haven't talked much about you"

Rory: "Are you kidding? We're almost there and I think all we've discussed is me. If the FBI or CIA were recording this conversation right now, they would think, boy, this girl is incredibly self involved."

Marty: "You're not self involved, far from it."

Rory: "Thanks."

Marty: "Okay, so I've been wanting to ask you a question for …a while now."

Rory: "Shoot."

Marty: "Are you and Logan dating?"

Marty turns and looks at Rory, obviously curious. Rory opens her mouth but nothing comes out, she turns and looks at him for a second and then turns her attention back to the road.

Rory: "Yeah, kinda. We're….we're, yes we are dating. Wow it sounds weird to say out loud. I mean it only really became serious or exclusive yesterday. No more tip toeing around the subject, no more seeing other people. It's exclusive."

Marty: "Thanks for the definition. I was only asking, because well, you're a great girl Rory. I just didn't wanna see you get hurt, since I knew you liked him."

Rory: "Is it okay that we're talking about this? I mean…"

Marty: "Yeah, we're friends right?"

Rory: "Right."

Marty: "Good, gummie bear?"

Rory: "Thanks."

Rory takes a gummy bear from Marty and eats it.

Luke's Diner

Luke is standing behind the counter, Lorelai is sat on the opposite him, drinking her cup of coffee.

Luke: "You might wanna slow it down with those."

Lorelai: "It's only my fourth cup since 8.30 and it's now"

Luke: "915. Slow down on the coffee."

Lorelai: "I can't help it, when I'm waiting, I get bored and when I'm bored I drink coffee."

Kirk walks up behind Lorelai and sits down next to her.

Kirk: "That would mean your bored every hour of everyday which would indicate that your bored with people's company and considering you and Luke are in fact a couple, I think it's safe to say that your bored with his company."

Luke: "Shut up, Kirk."

Kirk: "What? She said when she gets bored she drinks coffee and I don't think I've ever seen her without a cup of coffee in her hand."

Luke: "This is Lorelai, she lives and breathes coffee."

Lorelai: "Here, here!"

Rory and Marty walk into the Diner.

Marty: "So this is the infamous Luke's diner."

Rory: "One and only."

Rory and Marty walk over to Lorelai, Kirk and Luke. Lorelai turns around and sees Rory.

Lorelai: "Rory! My one and only child!"

Lorelai stands up and hugs Rory.

Rory looks over to Luke, raising an eyebrow.

Rory: "Is she drunk?"

Luke: "Worse, she's on a coffee high."

Rory: "Ah."

Lorelai pulls away from Rory and looks at Marty.

Lorelai: "Hi, nice to see you again, Marty also known as naked guy. Sorry, this isn't how I usually interact with my daughter, don't think I'm weird or anything because, well I am slightly and that's so not the point here. I'm on my coffee high and I'm going to sit down now."

Marty smiles unsure of how to react, Kirk stands up next to Marty looking him up and down.

Kirk: "I was once known as naked guy."

Rory: "Too much information there, Kirk."

Rory sits down on a stool; she motions for Marty to sit. Marty sits down next to Rory, looking at Kirk who is still looking at him.

Kirk: "You kinda resemble me, in my youth that is."

Luke: "Kirk, stop harassing my customers."

Kirk: "I'm just saying…"

Luke takes a step towards the counter, which makes Kirk turn and run out of the diner.

Lorelai: "Marty you have to watch out for some people in this town, I swear half of the town, not including yours truly, could be pod people."

Marty: "Noted."

Lorelai: "So, this is Luke."

Luke is looking outside, watching Kirk who is standing at the door staring in as he and Marty shake hands.

Marty: "Firm grip you got there."

Luke turns and looks at Marty and then down to his hand, pulling away. Luke walks over to a table, pouring a couple some coffees.

Luke: "Sorry. "

Lorelai, Rory and Marty turn and look over at the door where Kirk has been joined by Taylor.

Lorelai: "Uh oh. Jeez, welcome to Stars Hollow, Marty. I can safely say you will be the topic of conversation for the town, for the next few days."

Marty: "I will?"

Lorelai: "Yeah, they'll be like reporters hounding at my door asking who the tall, dark handsome guy is. If you wanna make real news and get in the Stars Hollow gazette, then when you leave here with Rory, walk across the street holding hands. That would be scandalous."

Marty looks over to the door, where Kirk and Taylor have been joined by Miss Patty, he then looks over to Rory.

Marty: "You weren't exaggerating."

Rory: "I never need to indulge when I talk about this town."

Luke walks back over to the counter. He looks at Marty.

Luke: "My advice, never ever move to a small town."

Luke looks back up to the door, where more people has gathered. He walks over to the door, opening it.

Luke: "If you're not buying anything, then I suggest you walk away from the door."

Taylor: "But Luke."

Luke: "Move it Taylor."

Taylor: "Okay, okay."

Luke watches as each of them turn and leave. Rory and Lorelai both turn to Marty who watches in amusement.

Lorelai: "Luke's like a white knight, only a brooding white knight. Keeps out the pod people! Want a coffee?"

Marty: "Yeah, that'd be great thanks."

Lorelai: "Luke, 911 emergency! Coffee is needed, desperately."

Later

Lorelai, Rory and Marty stand outside of Luke's diner. Rory's car is parked next to the sidewalk.

Lorelai: "So today's been fun, it was nice to see you again Marty."

Marty: "You too and thanks for not referring to me as naked guy. I'm gonna get some snacks for the journey."

Marty turns around and walks into Doose's Market. Lorelai puts her arm around Rory.

Lorelai: "Marty's fun."

Rory: "Yeah, he is."

Lorelai: "I like Marty; I might even adopt him, or at least make him my younger lover."

Rory: "Mom!"

Lorelai: "Kidding. So sweetie, are you still coming home this weekend?"

Rory: "Uh, I-, I don't think so?"

Lorelai: "Aww, how come?"

Rory: "Logan invited me to New York, to go see the Killers."

Lorelai: "I love the Killers."

Rory: "You do?"

Lorelai: "Totally, I didn't think it was your kind of music though."

Rory: "It's not, well not that I've really heard much of their music. It's just he invited me, for the weekend."

Lorelai: "You mean like stay over?"

Rory: "Yes."

Lorelai: "Wow, things are going good."

Rory: "Yeah, they are. Really good."

Lorelai: "Great, well be careful babe."

Rory: "Mom!"

Lorelai: "I mean in New York, some iffy people there, possibly more pod people."

Rory: "Noted. Okay, well I better go get Marty or we won't ever make it back."

Lorelai: "Okay, well have fun this weekend. Don't break a leg."

Rory smiles as Lorelai hugs her. Lorelai turns around and walks into the Diner. Rory turns and is about to walk into the market, when Marty walks out.

Rory: "Hey, I was just coming to get you. More gummie bears?"

Marty: "and…"

Marty holds up chocolate Hershey kisses.

Rory: "Yum, well we better..."

Rory stops talking when she sees Dean walking towards them. He stops seeing Rory. They look at one another, before Dean walks over to them.

Dean: "Rory."

Rory: "Hi, Dean, erm this is Marty."

Dean: "Hey."

Marty nods in his direction.

Rory: "So."

Dean: "So…you home for the week?"

Rory: "No, I just came back for a visit. Well, we better get going. It was-"

Dean: "Yeah. Bye Rory."

Rory: "Bye."

Rory turns around and gets into her cark. Marty follows, getting into the passengers side. Dean looks at the car and then walks into the market.

Marty: "So that was Dean."

Rory: "That was Dean."

Marty: "Awkward?"

Rory: "Yeah, things didn't end well. We haven't spoken since."

Marty: "Ah. So you weren't kidding about the town being unique."

Rory smiles, and starts the car up. They drive away.