Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or Sarah McLachlan.

Okay so if you've read this chapter already from the first time I posted it, I'll tell you that it's a rewrite. Basically I reread the story and changed a couple things so you don't really have to read this chapter again but you might want to. The first chapter was also rewritten in some parts, and I added some background into Finn so you might want to read that one again.

Full Of Grace
Chapter Two: What Lies Beyond

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All of my life I've had a longing for knowledge,
And all which lets my thoughts be free.
Duties for which I'm destined seem to haunt me,
Confusing all I really want to be.
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It hadn't taken long at all for Rory to fall asleep the night before. The exhaustion dwelling inside her body had been hiding from her, but she didn't even remember closing her eyes.

When Rory had woken up, it had been to a reality she hadn't visited in a long time. She'd let her eyes stay closed, absorbing everything around her. Many people took for granted what it was like to sleep in a warm bed in a place you can call home. Rory couldn't even remember what it felt like; it's been so long since she'd been able to do that. She hadn't been homeless or sleeping on the streets or anything but her one bedroom apartment she'd shared with two other girls was anything but glamorous.

And so she just lay in Finns bed, his silk sheets draped over her body. She breathed in deeply her mind becoming overrun with his scent, it was everywhere. She knew it was rude but she knew she wouldn't have been able to sleep in her dress and so she'd grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt from his drawer. His scent was permeated into them, into the sheets, even in the air. It was something so unique she couldn't even describe it but she loved it.

Rory finally decided to open her eyes and wake herself up. She slowly sat up, resting back against her elbows and looking over the room again. Her eyes seemed to be drawn straight to window seat at the side of his room. A smile graced her features and Rory pushed the blankets to the side, immediately missing their silky coolness against her body. She padded over to the window silently and sat down on the ledge bringing her knees up to her chest. Rory had never been the girl who was sitting on the sidelines and watching life…but that didn't mean she didn't want to be. It seemed her life was planned out for her and no mater what she did it would always be that way.

Rory smiled when she saw a young girl, clutching a couple of books to her chest walk by underneath the window. Rory had always wanted to be like that, someone smart and important, someone with a definite future. She'd dreamed about being a writer, whether it was a columnist, a novelist or even a poet. She'd experienced so much in her young life, seen so much and she wanted to share it with people. But she knew she couldn't do it by talking, no one listened to her…not her friends, not her dad and definitively not her mom. They all had an opinion about her and nothing Rory did would change that, it was something she'd learned at an early age.

Growing up in Los Angeles had been an experience in itself for Rory. The first thing she could remember from her childhood was the beach, a beautiful paradise at her fingertips. With white sand, blue waters and a bright sun overhead. She could remember her dad taking her there everyday, watching her splash around and play in the sand. He'd taught her how to build a simple sand castle one day and Rory had never forgotten the steps. She'd built one everyday after that, a small story forming in her mind. A story where she was a princess and her dad was a king. She'd lived in a world of fairytales, going to sleep at night with the thought that every princess found a prince and they would live happily ever after.

But her fairytale kingdom had quickly come crashing down.

First it was her dad's sudden long hours at work, his out of town business trips and his distant behaviour. Rory had been in her preteens when she'd first become aware of what was happening. Her parents had never been together, never lived together or been married. Rory had been spilt between them, living with her dad but staying with her mom on the weekends. They'd gotten along as well as can be expected but Rory always thought it was mostly for her sake. Soon enough though,even her sake didn't matter. They would constantly fight whenever they were around each other and her dad had tried to tell her how irresponsible her mom was and how he didn't want her going over there anymore.

It had been all to confusing for Rory. Their fights, the both of them trying to make her chose and mostly the weird behaviour they were both displaying. Rory had first come to her dad about it, asking him dead on why he was never around so much anymore and why when he was he never seemed to really be there? She could remember very clearly the guilt apparent in both his eyes and his voice. That was when he'd first gone into detail about Lorelai Gilmore.

Rory had always known about her step-sister, from the minute she could walk and talk. They'd met more times then she could count, quickly becoming friends when they were younger as they didn't really understand the sister thing. But Rory had never heard that much about her dad's history with Lorelai. It seems, he and Lorelai were a couple during high school and Lorelai had gotten pregnant. When Christopher, Rory's dad, had figured out that she was carrying his child he'd freaked out. Rory understood that though, they were only in grade 10. But then Chris did something Rory had never understood, he slept with another girl…one he didn't know, not even at all.

When Chris finally grasped the concept of Lorelai being pregnant he'd wanted to help her, be with her and raise their baby together. But the other girl had come to him, telling him she was pregnant to, and now Chris had two babies coming into this world.

Rory didn't think Lorelai had even forgiven her dad for cheating on her. She didn't think her dad had ever lived a day where he didn't feel guilty about doing so. Her dad told her that Lorelai had moved away from her parents' house to a small town named Stars Hollow with Brooke. Rory knew her dad had still loved Lorelai, even when he moved out to California with her and her mom.

"Bamm!"

Before Rory could even realize what had just hit the window she'd been sitting by, she'd found herself tumbling off the ledge and onto the ground below. Groaning, Rory raised a hand and rubbed at her head, both sore from her fall and from the torrent of thoughts going through it.

She slowly stood up and turned back to the window, trying to see what had hit it. There was a group of people down on the grass tossing a football around and so Rory assumed it had been the odd shaped ball and turned back around. She quickly became aware of how hungry she was as her stomach began to grumble loudly. Rory thought about it and discovered with another rumble in her belly that she hadn't eaten a full meal in almost two days.

She cast a glance down at the clothes she was wearing and silently eased the door open and peeked her head through. From what she could see, the place was empty and so with a deep breath she opened the door fully and stepped out. She'd been expecting to hear Finn or the roommates he said he had but she didn't hear anything. She curled her arms around her stomach, fingering the material of the t-shirt as she walked out further; looking into the kitchen but it was empty to.

"I guess he's not here," she whispered to herself, walking out of the kitchen. She couldn't decided if she was happy he didn't seem to be around or not.

Rory didn't want to stand around in plain view is someone happened to walk in and so she walked back into Finn's room. She looked around, hoping to spot a clock or something so she could find out what time it was. After a minute of searching she found one turned over on the ground and it read 10:28. Rory stood back up, balancing on the balls of her feet, just looking around the room. She'd never really been the kind of person who was able to just sit around and do nothing. She always had to be active, although not physically. And so she walked out of the room again and was about to just look around when an open door caught her attention. It was the last door in a row of four and Rory only knew it was open because she could see light filtering out of it. Slowly she shuffled towards it and found that it was the bathroom. She sighed in relief that no one was in it and quickly walked back to Finn's room to grab her dress before locking the bathroom door behind her.

Rory moved over and turned on the shower head, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. If Rory was thinking with her rational brain she would know that helping herself to a shower in a strange guy's dorm wasn't the right thing to do. But Rory wasn't thinking like that, she was thinking that when she looked into the mirror all she saw was dirty skin and greasy hair. And so she slipped out of Finn's t-shirt and pushed down the baggy pants before jumping into the shower. She turned her back to the nozzle and let the hot water beat down onto her aching muscles. The sleep last night had helped her a lot but this was more soothing then she ever would have imagined.

Rory didn't let herself stay in the shower for a long time, scared that Finn would come home or even worse one of his roommates. When she got out she quickly dried off and put on her dress. She grabbed a brush off the counter and ran it through her tangled locks, sighing at her reflection in the mirror. She knew there wasn't much physical difference but she could feel it. She felt cleaner, healthier and happier, a whole lot better then she'd been feeling the past week.

Rory let her tongue run across her teeth, knowing she must have awful breath because she hadn't brushed in the longest time. She found it way to icky to use his toothbrush and so she looked around hoping to find something else. She did, in the form of mouthwash and Rory promptly rinsed her mouth out, smiling at the tingling sensation.

Rory opened the bathroom door and padded across the room back to Finn's and dropped his clothes on his bed. She nervously brought a hand to her hair and started to idly twirl it around her finger as she listened to the silence filling up the dorm. She walked out of his room and stood in the middle of the common room. Her eyes wandered over everything but seemed to gravitate towards the door. She almost felt like it was mocking her. She marched towards it and rested her palm flat against the surface. The door was solid wood, hard beneath her hand. She knew how foolish it was to think something like this but the only though passing through her mind was that she was scared of it…scared of a closed door, because it was the obstacle separating her from the world.

Rory knew she would have to leave, she couldn't mooch of this nice guy forever and there was the reason she'd hopped a bus to Hartford, Connecticut. But Rory found herself rather unwilling to leave. This place seemed safe in her mind and she knew she didn't want to leave without thanking Finn very much for his generosity and without knowing if she would see him again. But her stomach was still rumbling for food and she didn't want to take any of Finn's and so she thought she might just go out and see if she could get some.

She let her hand slide down the door until it reached the handle and she curved her fingers around it. She was taken aback when the knob started to turn in her hand and she backed away from it. Her heart was beating erratically and her blood pounding in her ears as she watched with wide eyes as it swung open. When she didn't see Finn on the other side she jumped in surprise, letting out an involuntary yelp and shuffled backwards a bit more.

Collin, who was still in the hall outside, furrowed his brows at the girl standing, almost panicked, in his common room. He didn't think much of it; he was used to having random girls here all the time. He walked in and swung the door closed behind him, the sound making her jump again.

"Hi," he stated and started walking towards her but she receded even farther.

Rory's brain screamed at her that this was obviously one of Finn's roommates but she couldn't seem to make the fear leave her body. The same reaction came with every strange guy who came up to her abruptly. It happened with Finn the night before and it was happening again. She locked her eyes with his and watched as he skimmed them over her figure. Rory cringed at the smile making its way on his lips and quickly walked around him, keeping her distance.

"I'm just…gonna go," Rory mumbled and shot her hand out to grab the knob again, this time she got the door open herself. Keeping her gaze still on the guy behind her she started to walk out the door but collided with a very hard wall. Rory slowly brought her gaze up and found that it wasn't a wall at all, just a smiling Finn.

Finn was confused when he saw Rory appear in his door and he quickened his pace hoping she wasn't leaving. He was surprised when she turned around and walked straight into him. His arms instinctively went to her hips, trying to steady her and at the same time keep her deliciously warm body against his.

"Morning kitten," he said gently walking her backwards into the room. It was then that he noticed Collin standing in the common room, one eyebrow raised in question. Finn was about to say something when he felt Rory turn around, his hands slipping off her hips. He looked down at her, and followed her gaze to Collin. Finn placed his hand on the small of her back and felt how tense she was.

"This is Collin, love. One of my roommates," he introduced her, trying to get her to relax.

"Excellent dress," Collin said, running his eyes down her once again.

Finn didn't know what came over him. He'd heard Collin and even Logan hit on his dates many times. Not that Rory was even his date…but this time his hand slid from her back, gripped her waist and tugged her towards him. "Don't be an ass Collin," Finn told him trying to keep his tone normal.

Collin laughed at the Australian's reaction but he held his hand up in surrender and turned around walking towards his room. "I'm gonna get some sleep…kinda missed out on it last night," he told them over his shoulder before disappearing into another room and closing the door behind him.

Finn felt Rory loosen up a bit when the door closed but he kept looking at her a bit concerned. He watched her tilt her head down and realized he was still holding onto her and he immediately let go, bringing a hand up and combing it through his hair.

"Hi," Rory smiled at him as she moved a tiny bit so that she couldn't feel the heat from his body.

Finn nodded down at her and noticed that her eyes were darting nervously towards Collin's room every couple of seconds and he thought Collin must have given her quite a scare. "He's harmless pet," he told her jokingly, walking towards the kitchen.

That got a smile out of Rory and she walked behind him, stopping at the counter and sliding up onto one of the stools. She watched him move around the kitchen, opening cupboards and muttering curses under his breath. She tilted her head to the side and laughed when he let glared at her playfully.

"So where did you go?" she asked, hoping to sound casual and not stalker-ish or anything.

Finn furrowed his brows and came closer, leaning his elbows on the counter. He studied her for a second, happy when a pink blush came onto her cheeks. "You thinking about me pet?" he asked.

Rory instantly shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, playing off that idea. But after Finn didn't stop looking at her she relented easily. "Okay, jeeze stop with the third degree! Yes, I was thinking about you."

Finn laughed but it died in his throat when he thought about what that meant. She had been thinking about me? He asked himself. He didn't know if he liked the sensation that she was thinking about him and possibly worried. He'd never had a girl be worried about him when he disappeared in the mornings.

After clearing his head of those thoughts he turned around and opened another cupboard, reaching in and pulling out a clear plastic bag. "You must be starving?" he asked.

Rory nodded empathetically. "You never came up with the promises food last night," she told him matter of factly.

Finn smiled apologetically at her. "I guess that cost me my vote, right?"

It took only a moment for Rory to catch onto what he was saying but when she did a wide smile played itself across her lips. "You bet mister," she exclaimed. She suddenly realized how calm she was around him, unlike with Collin earlier. And that made her think back to when she'd reflected on the fact that she felt safe here. Now she wondered if it was just Finn who made her feel safe…

"You know it's not poison love," Finn said, after watching her stare at the bag of buns he'd put in front of her.

Rory shook her head and blushed when she saw that he was watching her again. She reached out tentatively snatched one, bringing it up to her mouth to nibble on. "Thanks," she said.

"No problem," he answered. Finn leaned back against the opposite counter, watching her pick at the bun. He let his eyes roam over her and he smiled at how much better she look this morning…not that she hadn't been beautiful last night but today she looked rested. Her blue eyes were sparkling more and weren't blood shot and rimmed with black circles, her forehead wasn't furrowing with wrinkles and her body seemed a lot more relaxed. He didn't miss the fact that her hair was wet, plastered against her head. He knew she'd taken a shower here and liked that she was comfortable enough to have done that. What he knew he didn't need right now were the mental images of her stripping down and getting into his shower…

"Hey Finn?"

Finn almost fell over as her voice broke him out of his trance. He brought a hand up and ran it threw his hair and over his glazed eyes. "Yeah?"

"Listen I just want to thank you, I mean you didn't even know me and you let me stay here," she started, all the thoughts in her head pushing to the front and trying to get out. There were so many things she wanted to thank him for, so many questions she wanted to ask. "And I feel really bad about this but, I was wondering if I could ask you for one more thing?"

Finn smiled as she rushed the last part out, averting her eyes from his. He didn't mind at all, he knew he would do anything to make her happy. "What do need?"

Rory looked down and thought about what to tell him. "I came here…to find someone," she said. "I know they go here and they live in…that building you said…"

"Branford?" Finn supplied, trying to help her out as she seemed to be having a lot of difficulty getting this out.

Rory smiled. "Branford, I know she lives there but I don't know where exactly." Rory picked nervously at the counter top with her fingers, her nerves on asking him for help starting to build up. "Or you know if you don't want to…"

Finn couldn't help but smile over her nervousness but he was more worried then she seemed about having her end up on the streets. "Hey, love, I'll help. Whatever you need," he promised, feeling a little sad that she was going to be leaving. Last night he'd been up for hours, trying to convince himself that she wasn't really that important and that she would be gone soon and he would just go one with his life. But he'd known it wouldn't be that easy. Only because of the fluttering of his heart whenever she smiled at him, the tightening in his stomach when she spoke his name and the overwhelming need to protect her from the world.

Rory knew she'd already asked for so much from him but the sincerity in his voice when he told he'd help her… "I kind of didn't pack anything when I left so…"

Finn raised an eyebrow when she said that and he walked over with a pot of coffee he'd grabbed from behind him. "Not so smart on your part, love," he told her and she smiled nervously. "Not a problem though, we'll get you some new clothes."

"Thanks," Rory said genuinely. She watched his eyes as they moved from her face and swept over her body. Her skin felt flushed from his burning gaze and she moved timidly.

"Why don't we make a wager pet?" Finn asked, shaking his head from picturing her dressed up in a couple of different outfits.

Rory had heard those words to many times in her life to know that they never sounded good. Even with Finn being so nice to her and her feeling safe with him she was instantly all tensed up by those words.

Finn watched her reaction to those words and rushed to reassure her. "Don't worry pet, I promised you last night; no hidden agenda." He walked over to her completely and sat down in the stool beside her. "I'll take you out shopping today, buy you a couple things. Then we can hunt down this bird you came to see."

"And I don't have to do anything for you?" Rory asked, not so easily won over. She liked Finn, a lot, trusted him even but she'd been taught early on that guys always want something and she just couldn't decide whether Finn was just another guy or if he was different.

Finn sighed as he could see the panic still dwelling in her eyes. He knew it would be more then simple to treat her like every other girl who came home with him at night. But the thought of doing that to her made him feel sick. He wanted to know who she was, wanted to understand her. He knew he definitely wanted to be with her too but only if she was a willing participant.

"Pet, I'm begging you to trust me okay?" he asked her softly. "I'll buy you some new clothes, not too much and I'll even let you pay me back if you want," he said, liking that plan because after she left he'd get to see her again.

Rory smiled, finally letting herself believe that she'd met one of the few good guys in the world. "Okay, I can do that."

Finn smiled and then let his eyes travel over to the coffee mug sitting in front of her. Long gone was the steam rising off of it and he chuckled. "Bet that's gone cold by now."

Rory was confused at first but when she saw the coffee mug she laughed to. She reached over and dipped her finger into the brew and true enough it was cold to the touch. "Sorry," she said, placing it in his outstretched hand.

"Nothing to be sorry about, pet," he said and placed it in the microwave. "After this is done, how about I take you on a little field trip down to the mall?" he asked, tearing his eyes away from the spinning cup to see her whole face light up.

Rory remembered how she'd felt this morning when she woke up, a whole lot better then the past few years put together. But right now she felt like for once in her life, the universe was working for her. This man standing in front of her…well she didn't think he had any idea how much he was helping her. Not just by giving her a place to stay for the night, or feeding her or buying her clothes, but by not questioning her and not expecting things from her. She realized the reason behind why she was letting Finn help her. She was looking for a way out; she was looking for some form of release from her life back in Los Angeles. She wanted to be rid of that life, that constant worry and danger. And she wanted Finn to help, she wanted him to turn her in the right direction so that her feet would find their way back to the path that led to a normal life…something she'd always craved but never had.

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Rory and Finn walked through the crowed mall underneath the giant Christmas banners and wreaths that were still out. Rory let her eyes pass from person to person and she felt herself grow even happier then she'd been before.

She was so happy about her decision now. At first she'd been really uneasy about it but now she knew it had been the right thing. Because walking through the mall, with all the other strangers made her feel like one of them. Not like in L.A. where she felt secluded in a crowd of people. Right now she felt like a normal girl, just out shopping. But with one glance at the man walking next to her Rory had to correct herself. With him at her side she felt special, in a really good way.

Rory looked away from Finn for only a second but her eyes instantly caught sight of a brilliant picture. A giant Christmas tree, standing tall and proud with a huge star on top of it and millions of lights and decorations. The sight of it made her happy but at the same time sad. It made memories flood into her, memories about Christmas in her one bedroom apartment.

Just last month the three of them who lived there had decorated it for Christmas, with almost no money. She could remember how much she'd wanted to have one of those beautiful wreaths to hang on the door, but they'd all been way to expensive and so they'd bought a really cheap one. It was small and she'd almost cried when she hung it on their door.

Lot's of Christmas' from her childhood came back to her now to. Christmas had never been her favourite holiday, but it was always special because her dad would give her this one amazing present and then more smaller ones. It hit her hard when she realized how long it had been since she'd been able to celebrate Christmas with gifts and family and all the fixings…four years.

"I miss it," she breathed out, staring at the tree with wonder in her eyes.

Even though Rory had spoken so softly, Finn had caught her confession. He wasn't sure what she meant but he knew whatever it was it was making her sad and he never wanted to see her like that. He placed the palm of his hand up against the small of her back and she turned to face him.

"Christmas," Rory clarified with a faraway look in her eyes and a small smile gracing her face.

"It was just last month," Finn reminded her, hoping to insert come comedy into what he could tell was a heavy subject.

Rory let her smile drift away and she wrung her hands together. "Not for me…" she mumbled hoping that he wouldn't hear her.

Finn did though, once again. He felt like he was gaining some sort of insight into what had happened to this girl. Millions of different scenarios ran through his mind, all of them reasons why she hadn't been able to celebrate Christmas. He mulled over her words, looking at her slowly shrinking form and decided not to ask her what she meant. If she wanted him to know she would tell him, and he hoped she did.

"Alright then love, where are we going next?" he asked and smiled when the sparkles came back into her eyes.

"That store!" she exclaimed eagerly and pulled him into it, never once letting go of his hand.

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When Rory and Finn returned to Finn's dorm room, both were laden with bags of all sizes and collapsed straight onto the couch. Their feet ached from an entire day of walking around, or really Finn following Rory around the mall as she ran to different stores. Finn propped his feet up on the coffee table and looked over at Rory who was busy rooting through a bag. Her cheeks were rosy, her smile wide and her eyes twinkling. He didn't think he'd ever seen someone more beautiful then her, and he didn't think he'd ever had fun while watching a girl shop for clothes with his money. But somehow just being in Rory's presence had made it different. He'd gotten to know a lot about her, from what kind of clothes she liked, what music she listened to, how the old black and white, romantic movies were her absolute favourite. He loved watching her run from rack to rack in the clothing stores, her eyes wide with excitement. She was like a kid in a candy store, who'd been deprived of candy for years.

Rory sensed he was watching her. She'd always been able to just know when she had someone's complete attention. It was something she'd always thanked the heavens for and right now was no different. She liked the feeling inside of her that came with the knowledge that Finn was staring at her. She liked that he found her so interesting, because when she thought about she hadn't been interesting to anyone in a while.

Rory let him stare at her, her thoughts taking over her mind quite like earlier that morning. She'd had so much fun today at the mall, having money to spend on clothes she really loved. It had the best day of her life she thought, and it was all because of Finn. He'd made her feel like a girl today and she knew he had no clue how important that was to her. She'd never been able to act like just a girl. She'd gone from being a kid to being on her own. She hated that she'd never got to really experience her teenage years; the one that wee supposed to be the best years of her life.

From when she was 15 to her 17th birthday her life had been utter chaos, one thing after another falling apart. First it was her dad leaving California, running back to Lorelai to ask her to take him back. Then it was moving in with her mom, something that at the time she hadn't thought was that bad. Turned out, Reese Whitman was not her fairytale kingdom's queen. A queen was supposed to be beautiful, and loving and compassionate.

Rory could remember that first month like it had just happened. It was when she first saw her mom for who she really was. A lying, scheming, bitter woman who didn't love anything other then money and power and the status those two things could bring her. She'd spent the whole time locked away in her room or out of the house. She'd hated being out with her mom because of how she was when they were in public; pretending to care about her and act like they were some big loving family. Rory had figured out that it was all an act, everything Rory had ever thought about her mom had been fake. Reese didn't love her, she resented her in fact.

And when Christopher started to travel a lot more and work longer hours, Rory had been forced to move in with her mom, permanently. At first it hadn't been that bad, but when Reese started bringing home her various boyfriends and started drinking more and more, Rory had had enough. When she turned seventeen she'd been out of that house so fast, even the prospect of living on the street had seemed better then living with her mom. Reese had been so ignorant of Rory when'd she'd been living there, that she was sure she never even noticed her move out.

Finn watched Rory for a while waiting for her to break out her thoughts. When she didn't he lowered his head and leaned forward a bit trying to meet her eyes. What he saw in them hurt him more then he would have thought. Rory's bright blue eyes had turned a slightly duller shade, that vivacious twinkle to them gone and many emotions swimming in them, everything from guilt and sadness to a sense of accomplishment and attachment.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, reaching his hand out and placing in on her knee.

Rory let her eyes travel over to his hand; she smiled at the sight of it lying on her faintly tanned skin. "I want to see my sister."

Finn was surprised to hear that but quickly recovered. "Okay then, what's her name?" he asked. He watched her for a second when something he hadn't really noticed before caught his attention, standing out to him like the giant purple elephant in the room. Her eyes, her beautiful deep blue eyes, they reminded him of someone, but…no, she couldn't be Rory's sister, it didn't make sense.

"Brooke Gilmore," Rory told him, watching his reaction.

And apparently it was suppose to make sense. "Brooke? She's your sister?"

Rory smiled and nodded. "Yeah, do you know her?" she asked, hope shining in her eyes.

"I do…" Finn trailed off, trying to keep up with his thoughts. He remembered Brooke saying something about a sister, but he could have sworn she'd been a lot younger…like less than five years old. "She's a good friend…actually; she's dating one of my best friends and roommates, Logan Huntzberger."

Rory just stared at him for a moment, fish mouth and everything. "So I guess you know where I might find her then?" she asked. She couldn't believe that the guy she'd met and who'd been more then nice to her was really good friends with her sister! She wondered what else she might find out if she scratched the surface of Finn a little more.

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And I see you again and I know it's true,
The dreams that have left me cold and once again
Together we'll find the strength to make love real.
Because I wanted to do what I know is true,
My thoughts leave me on a lonely sea somewhere-
The waves of what lies beyond us now.
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Please guy's read and review for these chapters. Don't worry the third chapter is already written I'm just fixing it up so it'll be out soon. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I love you guys and you all get a cookie!

-Ella

Hints about the next chapter: I'll introduce Brooke first off. Rory and Brooke will meet and the subject of Rory's past will come up. I'm not sure about Rory and Finn stuff; I think that may happen a little later on.