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Note: Rating change. I think the chapter title tells why.

"'Not Pregnant.'"

Rory felt her breathing stop, tears weld up in her eyes and she collapsed against the bathroom wall, the tears overwhelming her entire body; as she slide down to the hard tile floor she felt Naddie grab her arms, to try and slow down the descent. Rory sat there crying; why was she crying she had never even had the baby to begin with? How could she cry over something that she never had?

Rory opened her eyes; tears had crusted over them, she rubbing them, she sniffled; and almost instantly a tissue was thrust in to face. As Rory turned to see the owner of the arm, she saw Naddie sitting in the tub, fully clothed, reading a book; not paying much attention to the fact that Rory was now awake.

"How long have you been here?" Rory saw the look of surprise on Naddie's face when she discovered that Rory was conscious.

"Since you opened the door for me." The girl looked at Rory like she had gone crazy.

"Why did you stay?"

"Because, even though I am not completely fond of Logan, he would have wanted someone to stay with you; and I could find your Rolodex to call anyone else."

"Thanks."

"No problem… and hey, I'm sorry."

"It's for the better, right? This way I can focus on just finishing school right now.

"I better go my cell phone rang like fifteen times while I was here." Naddie pointed to the tub, "and I think Colin might be worried where I am." She climbed out of the tub, put on her flip-flops and left the bathroom; Rory heard the door open. "You sure you don't need anything else?"

"I'm sure." Rory heard the door shut. She was left there in silence, alone, and empty.

She stood up and walked out of the bathroom. Lying on the counter in the kitchen was her cell phone. She picked it up; dialing the number that she knew by heart.

"Rory?"

"Yeah Logan, it's me." Her voice was soft.

"My god I was calling you all night, but no one picked up."

"Sorry I fell asleep."

"Well… what did it say?"

"I'm not pregnant." The other line was silent.

"I'm not sure if I'm relieved or disappointed?"

"Me either."

"Well…" Logan awkwardly made the transition to something more pleasant in the conversation. "I have a long weekend off soon and I was wondering if I should come home. It's up to you." Rory thought about it; she actually had to think whether she wanted Logan – the man that she loved – to come home.

"Yes. Come home." This was his home, when he was home it was a home.

"Friday at 9:05 pm."

"I'll be there." Rory couldn't wait for Friday; to see Logan again, to be with him. She hadn't really noticed that nothing else seem to matter during the time he was gone. The week dragged on; everyday felt like ten, all she wanted was to be in Logan's arms, to feel him around her, with her, next to her.

Rory stood out side the greeting gate at the airport; where was he, her eyes darted to the television where the flight information was being displayed: Flight 152; New York to Hartford; Deboarding. Five minutes felt like an eternity; but there through the crowd of people, Rory saw Logan's blonde hair, his smiling face, and before Rory knew what she was doing she had run in to Logan's awaiting arms. He held her close, she could feel his heart beating; Rory felt a tear run down her cheek.

"Hey, no crying. You can't cry whenever I come home; you know I hate to see you cry." Logan wiped the tears from her face. The two walked out of the airport hand in hand, to the car hand in hand; on the way home Rory had to use everything not to look at Logan; even though she could feel his eyes not moving off her. The reached their destination in what was the longest ten minutes of Rory's life. Logan reached for his bag just before he heard Rory lock the car doors. The two walked to the elevators, up to the sixth floor, to the apartment door, in to the front room; all in silence. Rory heard Logan drop his bag as soon as he had entered, then felt his hands slowly make their way around her; he spun her around so that their faces were inches from each other. "It's been to long." Logan leaned in to her. She felt herself give him everything; she opened her mouth to his feverous endeavors, allowing him entry. He pushed her backwards into the middle of the room, untucking his shirt as he went; she slowly unbuttoned it, pulling the lapels towards her making the space between them almost nonexistent. The two moved in to the bedroom, maneuvering passed the furniture so effortlessly, like they had done so many times before. They separated, both gasping for breath, He pulled his shirt off completely, moving towards her, she reached out her hands undoing his belt as he tilted her head back and stole her away for another passionate hello. She pushed his pants down, as he began to undress her, breaking their contact for only seconds as he pulled off her shirt; she took her hands off his chest and began to move towards his still ever present boxers, he had began pushing her back to the headboard of the bed. He was free, as was she. They broke contact once again. She looked up into his eyes, she could see the need, the love, the lust; but there was something new that Rory had never seen before: sadness. Logan broke her concentration as he eased in to her; small moans were released from her throat, as Logan began with his own animalistic moans of pleasure. The two continued in their primitive urges; collapsing into hurried breath when they had finished. Rory turned to see Logan staring at her, his elated smile greeted her; Rory shifted herself in to the crock of Logan's arm and fell peacefully asleep.

Author's note: Thanks for all the great reviews hope you like this one as well. Season finale this week: so sad. Read and review please.