So sorry about the delay on this chapter guys, it has been sitting on my computer since I uploaded chapter three, however, I've been at home and stuff and haven't had the chance to upload it till now.

Hope you enjoy!

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Part Three

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"Mom?" Rory opened the door and indicated for Logan to follow her inside the house.

"In the kitchen." They followed the sound of her mother's voice, stopping when they saw Lorelai crouched on the floor staring at the food mixer as though it were about to perform some miracle.

"Mom, what are you doing and why is the food mixer on the floor?" Rory frowned. "Since when have we had a food mixer?"

"Shh."

A few moments passed as Lorelai switched on the machine and dropped a piece of banana into the machine, squealing as it flew out a few moments later, a small piece landing on top of the counter. Logan snickered and Rory tried to glare at him, but she was smiling too much.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Getting a measly three points," Lorelai said, turning off the machine and standing up. She picked it up and placed it onto the counter. "Ten points if I can hit the ceiling."

"Oh. Okay." Rory frowned. "So why do we have a food mixer?"

"Luke."

"Right."

Lorelai raised her eyebrows as she spotted Logan. "You must be Limo Boy."

Logan chuckled. "I guess so." He held out his hand. "Logan Huntzberger."

"Ooh, polite, cute, and charming. Why do you want to call this off again, Rory?" Lorelai asked as she shook his hand. "Lorelai."

"Can we please just sort this out?" Rory asked.

"Someone's in a bad mood." Rory raised her eyebrows and hummed 'Here Comes the Bride'. "Right. Good point. Well, there are a few more people to arrive so-" The door bell rang. "Ooh, just in time."

"Mom?" Rory followed her mother to the door, her eyes widening when she saw that her grandfather and a man she assumed was Logan's father entering the house. "What's going on?"

Lorelai led the group back into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. "We need to talk and we can't do that without the whole gang."

Logan turned to his father. "Dad, this whole thing is insane, can we please just-"

"Son, I'm disappointed, I thought we were on the same page," Mitchum interrupted.

"You mean the page where you signed my marriage certificate without my consent?"

Mitchum laughed. "You don't actually think I'm going to force you to marry, do you, Logan?"

Logan frowned. "Okay, I'm officially lost."

"Right there with ya, Don," Rory said with a frown.

"Don?"

"West."

"Ooh, Lost in Space" Lorelai said. "Terrible film."

"Sorry to disappoint, but pop culture is not exactly top of my list right now."

"Right there with you," Logan muttered.

"What did I tell you, match made in heaven," Mutchum said, winking at Lorelai. "Logan, what was I trying to talk to you about when you blurted out that you didn't want to get married? Confusing the hell out of me, I might add."

"I wasn't really listening, dad. I was trying to figure out the best way to talk you out of something. A feat never before accomplished."

Mitchum shook his head with a smile. "I was talking about your mother's birthday party."

"I still don't see the connection."

"Melissa Cartwright." Logan shuddered. "Exactly," his father continued. He turned to the others. "Donald Cartwright has been a business associate of mine since before Logan was born; wonderful man. His daughter, Melissa, unfortunately takes after her mother."

"The most odious woman alive," Richard supplied.

Rory frowned. "But what about-"

"Worse."

"Oh."

"Donald has been trying to marry off Logan and Melissa since before they could walk," Mitchum continued. "When Logan told me about your prank, Rory, it gave me an idea and I had thought my son was on the same page. I asked him to fill you in and I'd take care of things with your mother and grandparents."

"I'm still lost," Rory said with a frown.

Logan smirked. "I'm not."

"Care to fill me in, Nancy Drew?"

"Nancy Drew? Couldn't have at least stretched to Sherlock Holmes?"

"Nope." Logan shook his head and she continued, "Well?"

"If I'm engaged to someone else, Donald Cartwright can't force his daughter on me."

"Oh." Rory nodded. "I see."

"Well, it's about time," Lorelai said with a cheeky grin. "I have to admit, it was fun to watch you both panic. When Mitchum called I suggested that Logan might have been too busy panicking to figure it out. I was right."

"And you didn't think to fill us in?" Rory asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Nope, I made popcorn and called in the peanut gallery." Lorelai said with a grin, holding up the microwave popcorn she had almost finished, and indicated Mitchum and Richard.

"So," Mitchum continued with a smirk and Rory understood where Logan got it from. "The only question now, Miss Gilmore, is; do you plan to play along?"

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TBC…

I realise this likely isn't where you guys expected, or perhaps even wanted, it to go, but I wanted to do a fic where Logan and his father usually got along. Plus, I figured we could have more fun with Rory and Logan if they have to pretend to be in love… ;)

Please continue to hit that lovely little review button; you guys rock. It's the reason you're getting updates so often for this one…well, that and it's just a silly little fic that helps distract me from the copious amounts of work I currently have to do.