Houston, We Have a Problem

By Kyizi

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all related items do not belong to me. Only the Story and its related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.

Rating: PG-13.

Spoilers: Up to and including 5x10, 'But Not As Cute As Pushkin'.

Distribution: Please ask, the answer will likely be yes.

Pairing: Rory/Logan

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Note: I am so sorry for the wait, but I've been concentrating on my Doctor Who fic because it's almost finished. Not what you want to hear, I realise, but I hope you can forgive me! I felt inclined to update this, so here you go!

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and, just because you asked for it…here's what you wanted to see; Rory finally breaks the news to…

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Part Nine

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"Logan, my buddy, my mate, where have you been?" Finn threw an arm around both of them, successfully placing himself in between. "Reporter girl, how are you this fine morning."

"Finn, it's six pm."

"Yes, it's a little early for me, I know, but I decided that searching the globe for our poor disappeared chum here was so much more important."

"And that's why you're heading towards the pub?" Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"But of course, you could have been under any one of those chairs and I had every intention of hitting the floor in the early stages just to look for you."

"Oh, no," Rory said, unable to contain her grin, "what will you do now? Logan's return has ruined your evening."

"I'm sure I'll survive, love," Finn said dramatically, "when Logan buys me a drink in appreciation of my efforts as his best mate."

"I get the feeling I'm going to be a lot less wealthy by the end of the evening," Logan said, laughing.

"Only," Finn said, steering them inside the pub, "if you really appreciate me."

"And how could I not?" Logan winked at Rory. "What're you drinking, Ace?"

Rory's face screwed up as she considered her options. "Surprise me," she said after a moment.

"That, my dear," Logan said, coming in so close that Rory almost forgot to breathe, "is something you should be wary of saying to a member of the LDB."

"I think I can trust my fiancé."

"I certainly hope so," Logan said and Rory realised he meant it. They continued to start at each other until Finn's voice reached them from the table he had just commandeered on the other side of the room. "Okay, so, a surprise," he said as they jumped apart. He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "Go on, I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay," Rory grinned. "Then can I tell them?"

Logan glanced at the table to see Finn stealing the drink from Stephanie's hand. Colin and Robert were also at the table and Logan smiled. Robert was more an acquaintance than a friend, an acquaintance who had taken the time to inform Logan that he was interested in 'pursuing' Rory, whom he had 'seen around campus'. To Logan's knowledge, the only time he had ever seen Rory before was the LDB gathering that Logan had taken her to. Where Robert might have seen her, around campus he didn't know, nor did he care. It did, however, annoy him and he wasn't sure he wanted to think about why. Therefore, announcing their 'engagement' would be all pleasure on his part.

"Sure you can, Ace, just remember that you won't be able to tell them it's a joke yet."

She frowned and looked over at the table. "Oh, who's that with them?"

"That's Robert. Biggest jerk, but a great man to have at the poker table." Logan frowned. "But only if you're winning."

"Okay…and Stephanie?"

Logan shrugged. "I don't see why we can't let her in on it." A voice at the other side of the room caught his attention and he grinned at Rory. "What do you say?"

"Do you have a death wish?" Rory asked wide-eyed. "Tackling Luke is one thing, nothing really if you consider that my mother was there. Luke's reaction is nothing to what Paris' will be. Especially if you tell her in public!"

Logan grinned. "That's what I'm counting on."

Rory thought for a minute. "I…I guess it would mean that we wouldn't have to spread it ourselves…"

"Not to mention the pleasure of watching."

"Wow, you really do have a death wish."

Logan chuckled. "As amusing as Paris' reaction might be, I was thinking more along the lines of who's with her."

"You're mean!"

"And you love it."

Rory laughed. "Okay, but I get to be the one to break the news. You promised."

"Deal. Now I better get to the bar before Finn dries out."

"Well, we wouldn't want that!" Rory laughed and turned around, heading in the direction of her room mate. "This is not going to be easy," she muttered to herself. Pasting a big grin onto her face, she came to a stop by Paris. "Hey, Paris."

"Rory, would you please inform this pubescent scum that, as much as he likes living with the delusion that women fawn over men with money, the reason he can't get a girlfriend is that he has no respect for them."

"Hi Doyle."

"Rory, would you please inform Paris that I did not say that and that my respect for women is blatantly clear in the fact that most of my staff is female and that I listen to each and every one of them as an equal."

"We're not talking about equality, Doyle," Paris continued, completely ignoring Rory. "That goes without saying. We're talking about how you have no respect for other people, women especially."

"I respect people!"

"Hey, guys, as thrilling as this conversation is, would you perhaps like to join us over there?" Rory interjected and Paris and Doyle followed her gaze.

"Why would we want to go over there?" Paris asked, looking at her curiously. "And why, for that matter, would you want to?"

"Look, I just thought it might be nice to…get to know each other better. You know, bond."

"Your Girl Scout image might still be in place, but from where I'm standing it's a little tarnished. Cut the crap, Gilmore, what's going on?"

"Geez, Paris, I was just being nice."

Paris shook her head. "No, I'm not buying it. You're up to something. You get this look in your eyes and you start acting suspiciously like your mother."

"Hey!" Rory protested, but she wasn't sure if she was actually offended or not.

"Ace, what's taking so long?"

"Logan!" she said with relief, turning to him. Her face clearly said, 'help me!' because he smirked before wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Paris, Doyle," he looked down at his colleagues, the former was glaring, the latter was looking a little ill. "My friends and I would love it if you'd consider joining us."

"Your sweet talking won't work on me, Huntzberger," Paris said standing. "I want you to know that the only reason I'm coming is because Ado Annie here has something up her sleeve and I will find out what it is. Come on, Doyle. We can discuss your 'women love money' theory up close."

"But, I-"

"Move." Paris glared at the newspaper editor and he instantly nodded and jumped to his feet to follow her.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Rory said, letting out a breath and dropping her head onto his shoulder. "This is tunring into a nightmare."

"Not too late to-"

"You know, you keep asking that and I'm going to think it's you that's getting cold feet."

Logan smiled. "Never."

"Then lets go watch Finn and Paris argue."

"Lets." They started to walk towards their friends when Logan leaned in and whispered, "And that 'Ado Annie remark' …would have anything to do with you being a girl who just can't say-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, Huntzberger."

Logan just chuckled. "It's a shame Lane couldn't come," he said, "I get the feeling she'd get a lot of enjoyment out of this."

Rory nodded. "I know, but she had band practice."

"The wanderer returns!" Finn said moving around to let Rory and Logan squeeze in beside him. "This beautiful young siren here was in the process of telling me the many different ways she could castrate me," he said, indicating Paris. "Personally, I think she just can't wait to get her hands on my manhood. Seriously, love, all you have to do is ask."

"Bite me," Paris said with a glare.

"Oh, she's into kinky, too? I think I just met my future wife."

The others laughed, but Paris didn't seem impressed. "Okay, we're currently sitting amongst a groups of people whose combined IQ is less than the number of alcoholic units currently left in that glass-"

"Hey, that's mine," Finn said with a frown. "It's empty."

"My point exactly," Paris continued. "Now, out with it Gilmore. What are you up to?"

Realising that they weren't going to get any further enjoyment out of Paris, Rory turned to Logan who nodded and squeezed her shoulder. She turned back to the others and smiled.

"Well, we've been talking and…we've come to a few life altering decisions."

"Oh, mate," Finn said wide-eyed. "You finally decided buy the attachments?"

"Funny Finn," Logan replied, rolling his eyes. At Rory's look he tried not to seem embarrassed. "You really don't want to know."

"She might, if you know what I mean," Finn said with a wink.

"I think the entire pub knows what you mean," Paris said with a glare. "Get on with it Gilmore, what have you and Rich Boy been up to?"

"Nothing." Rory looked at her friend innocently. "Yet." They all frowned at her and she grinned, exchanging an amused look with Logan. "Paris, Doyle, Finn, Colin, Stephanie…Logan and I are getting married."

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TBC…

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Don't hurt me! I'm not entirely sure what all the reactions are well enough to write them, but rest assured, they will be in the next part. I know Colin and Steph haven't spoken at all yet and that Doyle's been pretty quiet, but I wanted to make sure I got Paris and Finn right, because I'm never really sure about Paris and I've never written Finn before.

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