The Fortune Cookie's Always Right


Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.

Author's Note: Ok, so I've been distracted from writing this chapter by another television show. I know, traitorous, right? But this show is verrrry close to as good as Gilmore. Anybody remember "Due South"? It's a 90s show about a Canadian mountie and a Chicago cop. It has a catchy theme song, plots that are obviously good enough to distract me, and witty banter that you totally wouldn't expect. This, of course, is totally unrelated. On to the main point: YOU GUYS ROCK! My fantabulous reviewers! Can I just say how jazzed I was to find that I had over 40 reviews the very same night I posted! And I was inspired by many of the posts. For example, one reviewer inspired a limerick, while others inspired plot points (some to come in the future). So as I watch EastEnders, I post this next chappie for you guys. And hey, technically, it's still this weekend for another 30 minutes!


CHAPTER 10: LET'S GET PHYSICAL...OR NOT


Rory woke up and was slightly disoriented. She wondered why she was sleeping on her side…she never slept on her side. She opened one eye to see a dorm room wall…but it wasn't her room! She opened both eyes and searched for an alarm clock. Her eyes landed on one on a nearby table. She suddenly knew where she was. She smiled at Logan's arm wrapped protectively around her, though he was fast asleep. She could feel his even breathing on her neck, where his head was buried. She decided to slip out of the twin bed and get ready for class, but when she tried to get up, Logan instinctively tightened his arm. She tried twice more to get up, but he wouldn't let her. She sighed and stopped trying.

"Logan," she said softly over her shoulder. He didn't budge. "Logan!"

"Hmm," he hummed against her neck.

"Logan, come on," she whined, "I've got to get ready for class. You've got to get ready for class!"

"Noooo, sleep," Logan said, pulling her closer.

"No," Rory said slowly, "class." She lifted his arm from around her waist and sneaked off to the bathroom.

She came back to find Logan sitting up. "Mornin', Ace!" he said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Good morning," Rory said. "So, have I satisfactorily fulfilled my end of the bet?" she asked, shrugging on her coat and flipping her hair out.

"Technically, yes, but must you go so soon?" Logan pouted, patting the now-empty spot beside him.

"It's called class, Logan, and don't you have it too?" Rory said dryly.

"I've got plenty of class," Logan quipped.

"Ok, as much as I'd enjoy a round or two of witty banter this morning, I've got to go. I'll see you later," Rory said, tossing her scarf around her neck and walking to his bedroom door.

"Is that a promise?" Logan asked suggestively.

"Well, it's a statement of fact; I assume the week was meant to be consecutive, was it not?" Rory asked, pausing at the door.

"I suppose so," Logan said.

"Alright, then. So I'll see you tonight. Bye!" Rory flitted out the door.

Logan lay back down on the bed. He liked waking up to Rory… but did she like waking up to him?


Rory liked waking up to Logan, which was a potentially dangerous thing. She needed to figure out whether or not he was serious about this dating thing, or whether he was just attracted to her and playing with her. It was very troublesome to think about. On the one hand, she instinctively really wanted to trust him. On the other hand… well, his record speaks for itself. She was considering this as she walked back to her room after her first class.

"Hey there, Ace. Long time no see," Logan said, appearing out of nowhere and falling into step beside her.

"Geez, you scared me!" Rory said as he jolted her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, looked like you were having some Jack Handy Deep Thoughts there. What were you thinking about?" Logan asked.

"Um…nothing really," Rory lied.

"Huh. Ok," Logan said, not really believing her. "Hey, come here," he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her between two buildings.

"Whoa, what - "

Rory was cut off by Logan suddenly kissing her. She immediately kissed him back, allowing him to pull her as close as humanly possible.

Logan finally pulled away. "Hi," he whispered, a smirk already forming on his face.

"Hi," Rory said back. She couldn't handle it anymore; her hormones were taking over, and that needed to stop.

"Ok, listen, let's get one thing straight right now," she said, pushing him away. "We are not, I repeat, not going to be fuckbuddies, understand?" she blurted out.

"Excuse me?" he said incredulously.

"I'm serious," Rory said, warning in her voice.

"Ok, in case it's escaped your notice, we haven't…you know," Logan said.

Rory rolled her eyes. "I know we haven't, but…I just…" she didn't know how to proceed once she started. She sighed and regrouped. "Look, I think we should take this slowly. For me to take you seriously, you've got to stop…" she held her hands up helplessly.

"Stop what?" Logan pressed.

"Stop…kissing me like that! That's something you obviously know how to do, and not that it isn't an important part of a relationship, but it isn't the only part of a relationship. The difference between friends with benefits and dating is the everything else," Rory explained.

"The everything else?" Logan said dubiously.

"Yes, the everything else. The talking, and the dating, and the learning stuff about each other, and all that crap," Rory said.

"So what you're saying is you don't want me to kiss you anymore?" Logan said slowly.

"No, yes, no, I don't know!" Rory said. "All I'm saying is that I think we need to see if we have a relationship, a real one, not one based on just sexual attraction."

"Ok," Logan said slowly. "I think I get that." He pondered for a moment. "So you're overwhelmingly sexually attracted to me, huh?" he said, a definite smirk on his face.

"You know what?" Rory said, in a threatening I'm-going-to-call-the-whole-thing-off voice.

"Ok, ok," Logan said. "So we promise not to get physical?"

"By Olivia Newton-John, I think he's got it!" Rory said.

"Ha ha," Logan said sarcastically. "So when does this quasi-voluntary celibacy end, might I ask?"

"Well…" Rory said. "I don't know, exactly. We'll know when we know."

"We'll know when we know," Logan repeated.

"Yup," Rory said.


"That's big, I mean really big!" Lorelai said. They were sitting in Taylor's soda shop, having a little pre-dinner ice cream.

"Yeah, it's like he's joined some new commitment religion," Rory commented.

"Oh, I heard about that one. Madonna's going to join it and Gwyneth is going to name her next baby after it," Lorelai said loftily.

"Yes, and what is up with celebrity baby names? Apple, Coco, what's wrong with these people?" Rory asked.

"Do I look like Robin Leach to you? I got nothin'," Lorelai said. "So let me get this straight; you've been sleeping there every night this week?"

"Yeah, so far," Rory said. "You know, I almost wish I had won that bet," Rory said, licking the ice cream off her spoon. "It would have been priceless to get a Huntzberger to do some ratty clothes shopping at K-Mart," Rory said.

"Ugh, no way, at least go to Wal-Mart; K-Mart sucks," Lorelai said.

"Ok, Rain Man," Rory said dryly. "Hey, did I ever tell you? I ran into Dean at the concert. He asked if I was going to the winter carnival this weekend. I told him I was, and I think we might have agreed to hang out."

"Hang out with Dean? Even after I made up the limerick?"

"Mom! You made up a limerick?"

"Yes! Don't you remember? 'There once was a young man named Dean, who treated my daughter so mean. He dumped her, she cried. We wish he had died, or at least contracted gangrene.'"

Rory tried to suppress her giggles. "That's awful, Mom. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"You know, you would think I would be. But I'm not," Lorelai said apologetically. "Besides, I made one up for you too."

"Oh really?"

"Uh huh: There once was a young girl named Rory, who lived next to Babette and Morey. She kissed that blond hunk, without being drunk, and now they are just hunky dory."

"Good grief," Rory said, rolling her eyes. She tossed her trash and checked her watch. "Oh, crap! I told the guys I would meet them at Luke's five minutes ago. Logan knew I was coming home to do laundry, so they all invited themselves to meet me for dinner here."

"Well, now, see, that's the beauty of having a picture window between these two shops. We can see them entering…oh, just like they are now! Go, go!" Lorelai said, shooing her away.

"Well come with me, freak!" Rory said.

"Are you kidding? And bring enemy ice cream into Luke's? Go!" Lorelai said.

Rory didn't need a second warning. She bounded out the door and back into Luke's.


"I think I'm going to try again with your little Asian friend. After all, I'm in pretty good shape for the shape I'm in," said Finn, finishing his dinner.

"Clever, Finn," Colin said dryly.

Well I didn't write it; it's a famous quote," Finn said.

"Einstein comma Albert?" Colin asked.

"No, Rooney comma Mickey," Finn replied.

Logan laughed aloud, then pretended to turn it into a cough.

"I'm going to ask her for her number," Finn announced in a stage whisper.

"She is not going to give you her number," Rory hissed under her breath.

"Why bloody not?" Finn demanded aloud.

"Let him try, he'll just whine until you let him go," Logan said easily.

"I second that emotion," Colin said.

Rory rolled her eyes. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you," she said, sitting back into her seat and picking up her cheeseburger.

"A-hem." Finn cleared his throat and stood up from their table. Finn walked up to the counter and sat down, watching Lane take orders.

Logan winked at Rory in anticipation of Finn's antics; she threw a French fry at him.

"Ah, excuse me, love, I was just wondering, did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?" Lane said impatiently.

"When you fell from heaven?" Finn said with a winning smile. Over at their table, Colin choked on his milkshake.

"Is he serious?" Lane asked Rory.

"Completely," Rory said apologetically.

"How about I get your number, love, and I promise I'll come up with a better line by then, hm?" Finn asked sweetly.

"867-5309," Lane replied, going to wait on another table.

Finn began frantically pushing numbers into his cell phone. "Hold on, I think I need that again."

Rory giggled. "Finn, you can stop. That's Jenny's number," she explained.

"I don't understand. Who the hell is Jenny?" Finn asked, confused.

"Oh my God, Finn, do you know nothing about music? You have got to know music if you want a shot in hell with Lane," Rory said.

"I can talk about music," Finn said defensively. "Here, when she comes I'll ask an intelligent music question."

Lane walked over and gave them the check.

"So," Finn said. "What was the last album you listened to?" he asked.

"Franz Ferdinand," Lane answered.

"Brilliant. Ah…who's he?" Finn responded. Lane just looked at him.

"I can't talk to you," she decided, walking away. Finn looked confused.

"Ohhhh, you just lost lots of cool points, Finn," Rory said.

"What did I do?" Finn cried.

"Franz Ferdinand is a band, Finn, not just one guy," Logan explained.

"Ah. Oh well, surely there's more than one way into this lady's heart… isn't there?" he asked Rory.

Rory merely shook her head.

"What, seriously?" Finn said. "Nothing but music?"

"Nothing but music," Rory confirmed.

"Oh well, I suppose I'll cut my losses. Have you got any other hot friends?" Finn asked.

"Um, I really don't think there's a soulmate among them," Rory said.

"Hiya hon," Lorelai said, walking into the diner and sitting down at their table.

"Soulmate, soulmate!" Finn cried.

"Um, no, my name is Lorelai," Lorelai said.

"Finn, this is my mother," Rory said, making introductions. "Mom, this is Finn and Colin – you remember Logan."

"Aw, well, nice to meet you, Finn, Colin," Lorelai said. Finn dropped to one knee and kissed her hand. "Oh, um, ok, well, really nice to meet you, Finn," Lorelai said, pulling her hand back into her lap and shooing Finn back into his seat.

"Gilmore, you never told me your mum was hot," Finn said dreamily.

"Oh, yeah, well, gosh, look at how time flies, we've got to go!" Rory said, throwing her napkin on the table.

"Wait, wait! We've hardly had a chance to talk!" Lorelai whined.

"You really want us to stay?" Rory asked, darting a glance at Finn.

Lorelai reconsidered. "On second though, you kids go, I have to talk to Luke. Just remember, if you need anything, who you gonna call?" she asked, pointing to herself.

"Ghostbusters?" Rory offered.

"Your mother!" Lorelai pouted.

"Of course! Bye, Mom," Rory said, giving her mother a brief kiss on the forehead.

"Bye, sweets," Lorelai said.

"Goodbye, Lorelai," Finn said, reaching for Lorelai. Logan pulled him back just in time, waving goodbye to Lorelai.

"Bye," Colin said with a grin. "Come on, Finn, let's find you a nice girl, preferably one who doesn't speak English. Wanna go to Europe? We can find you a nice milkmaid…" he trailed off as they exited the diner.

Lorelai watched as the crowd left. "Lonely, I'm so lonely!" she whined aloud. Lane grinned before going back into the kitchen to place an order. Lorelai plopped down at the counter.

"Hi, Kirk," she said. Kirk was two seats down from her.

"Hello, Lorelai," Kirk said in his usual formal voice.

"What do you do when everyone has abandoned you?" Lorelai wondered.

"Well, actually, I play a little game with myself," Kirk said.

"Ooh! Dirty!" Lorelai cooed.

"Only when I'm gardening," Kirk said reasonably.

"Uh huh…" Lorelai said, deciding to let that one go.

"Yeah, see, I pretend that I'm on Wheel of Fortune and I come up with Before and Afters. It's really fun; try it," Kirk encouraged.

"Okay. Um… Batman and Robin Hood!" Lorelai said triumphantly.

"Good! That was a good one. Ok, how about Sunset Boulevard of Broken Dreams?" Kirk offered.

"Oh, that's a good one!" Lorelai said. "Ok, now me. Um… ooh! Sarah Jessica Parker Posey!"

"Excellent!" Kirk said. "Um… That Old Black Magic Carpet Ride!"

"Ooh! The Eiffel Tower of London!" Lorelai said.

"The Thin Man of La Mancha!" Kirk said.

"Ok, I have the Before and After to end all Before and Afters," Lorelai announced. "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants!"

"Wow!" Kirk said. "Man, you are so much better than my mother."

"And I will always cherish that," Lorelai said, putting her hand on Kirk's arm.

"Ok, but we're having a re-match," Kirk said seriously.

"Same bat-time, same bat-channel," Lorelai said. She watched with a smile as Kirk left. Luke finally appeared from the kitchen.

"Hey Luke," Lorelai said, a wicked gleam in her eye, "wanna play a game?"


"You will skip class today," Logan said, waving his hand over Rory's face.

"You know, Jedi mind tricks only work on the weak of mind," Rory said, elbowing Logan in bed.

"Ouch, Ace! Well, I figured you might be more susceptible before coffee," he reasoned.

Rory grinned. She couldn't believe that she and Logan had managed to sleep in the same tiny twin bed for five nights in a row without him trying anything.

"I've got to say, I admire your resolve," Rory said, acknowledging her thoughts aloud.

"My resolve?" Logan asked.

Rory rolled over so that instead of spooning, they were now facing each other. "Yeah, I mean, it must be killing you to go without sex, or anything for that matter, for so long," she said, mischievously bumping hips.

"So you're insinuating that since I'm male, it's harder for me than it is for you?" Logan asked.

Rory raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, more difficult?" Logan amended. She giggled.

"Not just that you're male, necessarily, but more so the fact that you're you; playboy, used to getting your way…especially with women!" she teased.

"Ace…" Logan said warningly. "Rory…" he said, his tone changing. "How long is it gonna take for me to convince you that you're different?" he said quietly.

Rory didn't know what to say to that. They just lay there for a minute longer, gazing into each other's eyes.

"I've really got to go to class," Rory said reluctantly.

"So go," Logan nudged her, giving her a small smile. "I'll see you tonight."

Rory grinned and slipped out of bed. "Bye," she said, opening his bedroom door. Logan leaned up on his elbows, watching her go.

"See ya, Ace," Logan said. After she closed the door, he lay back down. Secretly, he was amazed that he hadn't tried anything with her after the day they had that discussion. He supposed it was respect that was keeping him from acting on his baser urges, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his word. After all, there's only so much a guy could take…


"Hey," Rory said, greeting Paris as she floated into her room.

"What's up with you? You look very smug. Are you and Huntzberger still all Rock Hudson and Doris Day?"

"You could say that," Rory said, searching her room for her pajamas to throw into her overnight bag. She was trying to decide between her comfy pj's or the silk ones her Grandma bought her, if only to torment Logan.

"I can't believe he hasn't tried anything," Paris said, suddenly appearing in her doorway. "I mean, let's be honest, his reputation speaks for itself."

"I know, Paris," Rory said, slightly annoyed, "but that's the whole reason that I added this stipulation."

"You know, that's really rather clever. I should try that myself," Paris said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?" Rory asked, looking for her fuzzy slippers.

"Well, Doyle and I haven't discussed labels. I mean, what are we, really? Every night that you've been at Logan's, Doyle has been here," Paris explained.

"Oh boy," Rory said under her breath, not sure she was ready for the upcoming mental images.

"We're sleeping together regularly, but what happens when you're staying here every night again? How will he explain himself to you? I need to get to the bottom of this," Paris said intensely.

"Well let me know how it goes. I'll be at Logan's if you need me," Rory said, zipping up her bag and bounding out the door.

Rory was practically humming on her way to Logan's. She felt rather silly, but she couldn't help it. She was a miracle worker! What was it Paris said the other day? Oh yes, she was Annette Bening. She rounded the corner and paused, seeing Logan standing in his doorway. She squinted, not believing her eyes. There was Logan with a leggy blonde, and she was definitely not Stephanie! She watched in dismay as he hugged the mystery woman and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The woman walked away and Logan watched her go, a smile on his face. He glanced at his watch and popped back inside, obviously expecting Rory.
Ok, so I know I was gonna write the carnival scene, but there's only so much a girl can do in two nights! You'll have to accept this little taste of a chapter, and I'll write more, hopefully by Tuesday night! So: what's up with this mystery girl, hmm? Any ideas? (I bet some of you know.) Next chapter: Rory and Paris discuss what Rory just saw, and a fine assortment of our favorite characters will make an appearance at the winter carnival. I'm talkin' both in Stars Hollow and at Yale. And who knows, I might even have a little Luke/Lorelai action! Or a confrontation between Logan and Dean... any ideas? There's lots to work with here. So, new challenge: if I get 50 reviews, I'll have a seriously slammin' update for everyone to read after Tuesday night's episode! And I love me some creative reviews. Thank you for reading!