AN: Okay, I'm a little worried… it says to me on the site that this story is "not found". On the app it still seems to work, thankfully. Which is… interesting and concerning. Anyways since there is always risk with smutty stories like mine often are, that they can be taken down at some point unless I tone them down…(which I am a little reluctant to do, though have done for a few of my stories after they're been out for a while). If that happens I am also on Wattpad under username annelisefinn (but will try my best to keep a presence on this site as well as I am not in love with Wattpad's adds - so annoying) and some really smutty stuff is on Literotica user GG_smut. Hopefully it's just some small temporary server glitch. I hope everyone can read this.

Thanks for the kind and interesting reviews!

Chapter 11

Rory answered Logan's knock against her dorm room at first knock, this time having been anxiously ready already half an hour ago, aiming to serve him with some information before they headed out. It was for that reason she'd also had him come over a little early. At last, thankfully Paris was out somewhere, so she had the place to herself, which was a relief.

"Hey," Rory greeted, swinging the door open.

"Hey," Logan said. It always sounded a bit like his greetings were ten times more appreciative than hers - like a low hum. The confidence with which he stepped close to slip an arm around her waist and kissed her in greeting, nearly caught Rory off guard. It did everyt ime. Her back curved, loving his intensity.

She was pretty sure Logan could feel her being a little tense right now though.

"Come in," Rory said, as the kiss broke, it having left her a little foggy. But she knew she needed to focus right now.

Logan crooked his eyebrow towards her but complied, adding, "You're awfully formal tonight? I mean not your outfit but… Everything okay?" Logan asked, sounding concerned. He looked great as usual - that leather jacket of his adding a dash of masculinity, not that he needed any more of it, to his image. Definitely a bad boy.

Rory was indeed just dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a deep V-neck sweater, which put a little more emphasis on one of her dangly necklaces this time.

"I just need to talk to you about something…," Rory exhaled, looking like she was carrying the weight of the world. "Sit," Rory urged, gesturing towards the couch.

"Alright," Logan compiled and watched Rory pace round the room nervously.

"I so… hate that I even have to do this or that I even have to bring this up. Especially after what I said about not needing your help with… um… connections I guess?" Rory began, speaking very quickly and visibly nervously.

"Uh-uh," Logan nodded along, urging her to continue.

"Doyle wants me to run a story. No… he demands I write a story. And he wants a story about secret societies. Including the Life and Death Brigade," Rory spit out, and stood to observe Logan. The group had never even mentioned the name in front of her so that part - the piecing things together from what she'd heard and found from the archives - was all her.

Logan had a very good poker face, and for now he wasn't showing much of what was going on behind his eyes.

"If I don't write the story by Tuesday he says he's moving me to the Sports section. And… if you knew me a little better, then you'd know how horrible that would be.., or I'll get kicked off the paper. And I can't get kicked off the paper… this is all I've ever wanted to do," Rory continued to explain. "I am a good writer - I've always wanted to write and it is what comes easiest to me. I can write a bittersweet piece about how everything one day becomes obsolete based on laying concrete for god's sake, I can do interviews and research pieces... I've done brutally honest and funny-to-everyone-but-the-reviewee reviews, I've done…," Rory blabbered, getting carried away. She almost felt like she should've brought a resume stating that she didn't really need his connections beyond his help with this story. She didn't want this to become something about his family company and its connections.

"What?" Rory asked, seeing Logan all smug.

"You're just awfully cute like that," Logan pointed out, his smirk growing even wider.

"I'm being serious," Rory replied.

It was strange how remembering their little exploration of each-other's bodies in Rome the night before was now influencing how more relaxed Rory felt around him. Sure she was nervous to tell him this. But she was actually feeling like she knew him a lot better than she would've after just their one and a half dates, the half being the time they spent together at the party last weekend since they were rarely alone there, and given their history.

"I know you're a good writer. I do happen to know you're on the paper. And that concrete piece was indeed magnificent...," Logan said.

"Um… what?" Rory suddenly realized Logan knew about her connection to Chilton too.

"So I assumed journalism was probably something of interest to you… but seeing you tell me about the fact, worrying like this - it tells me you're not out to use me for just that. If you were you would probably be all sneaky about it and not tell me…," Logan discussed, making the logical conclusion.

"How much research did you do on me?" Rory asked instead, being a little disturbed by the fact.

"I was just so stunned to see you again… I wanted to know who this mystery girl was," Logan admitted, speaking almost pleadingly. He was awfully cute like that, waking some compassion in Rory even. "Figuring out you're name is actually Lorelai took me a bit, and then all the confusion about there being more than one Lorelai Gilmore out there…," Logan continued, but then seeing the frown on Rory's forehead added, "I'm sorry if you didn't want me to know all of that…."

"It's okay… just a little creepy," Rory confessed.

"Look, I'm sorry. This is just what I'm taught to do. To find out who the people that I spend my time with are. In part for my own protection but in your case… I hardly thought I needed protecting from you," Logan said, reached over to her hand and pulled her down to the couch to sit next to him.

"I just hate that you'd even think I might be using you for I don't know… advancing my career…? I would never ask for a favor like this. But Doyle…," Rory exclaimed, being at a loss for ideas. What she was doing was going against her every principle. "Just forget it... I'll try the sports things, I guess. I don't want to be this person…," she added, sounding like she was giving up.

"Wait… just tell me, what does Doyle want exactly…?" Logan urged, keeping her hand in his.

Rory explained the general concept of Doyle's request.

"Well… I am in no position to confirm or deny any of that as you might assume," Logan smirked, speaking very much so that Rory could only assume that he knew well what he was talking about when it came to his connection to the Life and Death Brigade.

"And I don't expect you to. My idea was to come up with a cover story and print that. I know it's sort of borderline when it comes to journalistic ethics, but if I interview you or any of the other members, and they just tell me a bunch of lies, then to my knowledge those lies or half-truths, maybe a few are the kind I can actually corroborate somehow, are what we can print. You could even work this in your advantage and shed some of the pranks you've surely done onto other groups, like the biggest wild goose chase ever, or take credit form other groups... I know there are a few others. Mix your traditions up with those of other societies, make up things, make it seem impossibly serious and boring, I don't know…just… I could even leave the ending hanging in the air, saying that it remains to be experienced how much of these stories are true to those who join their ranks next fall or something," Rory described, handing Logan her research and her second draft that she'd finished last night after Friday night dinner. The story was in pretty good shape already, essentially just having gaps titled 'insert excerpt from interview here' and 'add examples of activities here' and so forth. She'd done her homework, alright.

"That might be doable… it's not just for me to decide though and I'm not sure I could get you interviews this soon. Do you think you could in any way get an extension?" Logan asked.

"He was pretty firm about the Tuesday thing. I have to show him something, and I guess I could just pull some other article out of the hat but I haven't done any other research right now," Rory said, worriedly.

"Okay, so I'll just hand him over a bunch of stories I'm long overdue, which I just haven't bothered to send him, which I bet he hasn't even hoped that he'll get them in time, so right after I hand those in, you go tell him you're onto something big and ask for that extension. He'd be stupid not to got for it...," Logan encouraged.

"You'd do that?" Rory said, having not expected that. "Okay, and if he doesn't go for it then it's… sports," Rory added, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"If he forces you to take on sports I'll help you, but trust me - he won't," Logan assured, sounding 100% convinced of the fact. The way he'd just asked Rory to trust him had touched her deeper than she'd imagined - while she was still tentative on a lot of things concerning the two of them - with this she did trust him.

"Okay," Rory replied humbly.

"Now - I do believe I forgot to mention that you look beautiful tonight," Logan said, stretching out his neck, and kissed her again.

"Ah, this old thing?" Rory chuckled in response, gesturing at her outfit, feeling more flattered than she wanted to admit.

"But actually… since we were in a confessing mood tonight, I have one question and one statement," Logan suddenly decided to say, bringing down their mood for a moment.

"Yeah, what is it?" Rory asked.

"Two things. One. Why didn't you tell me you went to Chilton when I mentioned it on our date?" Logan asked.

"I only went for a couple of years, and other than Paris… I didn't really have many friends there. I didn't live locally so, I didn't think it mattered," Rory explained, leaving out her shorter friendships to simplify. She also hoped Logan hadn't known guys like Tristan too well, not wanting to bring up that kind of connections.

"Okay," Logan replied, looking like he was accepting the response.

"That's it?" Rory asked, raising her eyebrows.

"About Chilton? Pretty much. It just felt like maybe you were intentionally hiding the fact… though clearly there was nothing to hide, Miss Valedictorian...," Logan teased.

Rory punished his shoulder for that, feeling more and more relaxed around him.

"Ugh.. please, can you not google me again?" Rory requested, playfully.

"Okay, I promise," Logan replied, smiling broadly.

"What's the other thing…?" Rory recalled.

"Not that this matters right now, but I think you should be warned - my parents and I … we sort of know your grandparents," Logan spit out, but clearly not wanting to discuss the topic further he rose and held out his hand for her. "Are you ready to go? I'm driving tonight," he said, as if it was no big deal, while Rory was clearly a little baffled by the connection, remaining unsure what that really meant.