The Fortune Cookie's Always Right


Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! I always mean to thank you profusely, though sometimes I forget. Specifically, thanks for the helpful translation hints; I went back and corrected them. (Although I left the "Madame Huntzberger," because isn't that supposed to be Mrs.? Would Mademoiselle be like his sister, or is it used in general for any young person, regardless of marriage status?) As for those who didn't understand the French, I was hoping you could work some of it out from the context, but if not, there's about a bazillion French-English translators on the Internet. Still, I'll add a translation to the Gilmore-isms on my profile.

Also, I got a request not to have the chapter open with a morning-after scene, but in order to continue from them leaving the club, I'd have to up the rating to M and educate many underage readers about the joys of sex, which is something I probably shouldn't do.  Meanwhile, I'm assuming T covers anything that you would see on network TV, so here goes!

Previously on "The Fortune Cookie's Always Right": Rory and Logan tried casually dating (in other words, no hanky-panky) in order for Logan to prove to Rory that he was indeed serious about her. There was a mix-up when Logan was seen with another girl (who turned out to be his sister) and he had another confrontation with Dean at the Stars Hollow Winter Carnival. After the misunderstanding was resolved, Logan and Rory flew to Paris for an impromptu weekend, where the perfect day (which included a pretend marriage in order to secure Logan's favorite hotel) ended in a steamy kiss. We return to our favorite couple on Sunday morning…


CHAPTER 13: LOVE-ISH FEELINGS


Rory moaned as Logan woke her up with a trail of kisses from her neck to her bare shoulder. "Uh uh. I need sleep. Or coffee. There are only two options, and I suspect what you're offering is neither."

"Come on, we'll sleep when we're dead," Logan said between kisses.

"Logan, it's two o'clock in the afternoon! We've been in bed for like twelve hours," Rory protested.

"Well…" Logan said, drawing the word out.

Rory turned to face him, propping her head up by her elbow. "What?"

"I mean, technically, we've gotten up several times to go to the bathroom and brush our teeth and what not," Logan said reasonably.

"You know what I mean," Rory said.

"We just can't seem to make it out of the room," Logan said slyly, punctuating his sentence with a soft kiss.

Rory blushed deeply, and tried to use humor to weasel out of the innuendo. She lay back down on her back, pulling the covers up to her chin modestly. "Well, all I know is I'm going to be walking funny for a week. Everyone will wonder why I suddenly decided to pull a Cleese."

"Pull a Cleese?" Logan repeated with one eyebrow raised.

"John Cleese. Ministry of Silly Walks," Rory explained.

"Monty Python, I know, it's just a weird reference to be making in bed," Logan said.

Rory shrugged and closed her eyes.

"You know, I'm going to have to change my nickname," Logan mused, lazily tracing patterns on her stomach.

"What nickname?" Rory asked, confused.

"Master and Commander," Logan said, the beginnings of a smirk forming on his face.

"Nobody calls you that," Rory snorted. "Besides, why are you changing it?"

"Well, you gave me a new one last night – or should I say, this morning," Logan said.

"I did?" Rory asked warily.

"Yeah. You may now call me 'My God,'" Logan said triumphantly.

Rory drew up her best withering stare. "Oh, for the love of -"

"Me?" Logan interrupted cheekily.

"You're such a pig," Rory said, whacking him with a pillow. Logan grabbed the pillow and threw it off the bed, instead choosing to attack Rory.

"Hey, you're the one who said it. Several times, in fact," he teased between kisses. Rory rolled her eyes before kissing him back. The kiss grew more heated as Logan shifted his body over Rory's.

"You're insatiable," she mock-complained, secretly pleased that he couldn't seem to get enough of her.

"Just for you, Ace," Logan said with a wink, returning to her neck.

"Yeah, sure, I bet that's what you tell all your wives," Rory teased.

"Only my favorite ones," he countered, capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

"Well," Rory said, shifting her body underneath him suggestively, "as long as I'm in the top three," she said, bringing a hand up to play with his hair as they kissed.

Logan groaned in response, and then pulled away enough to look at her. "You're number one, Ace… the only one," he said, a moment of truthful vulnerability shining through his eyes.

Rory didn't know what to say, and was on the verge of a similar confession when his next move caused her to cease thinking entirely.


"Ok, that's it, I am officially pooped," Rory said, breathing heavily as Logan lay beside her, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm gonna have to agree with you on that one," Logan said.

Rory's stomach suddenly growled, causing them both to laugh.

"Lunch?" Logan suggested.

Rory turned her head to look at the clock. "Closer to supper," she said, noting that two more hours had passed.

Logan followed her gaze. "Wow, time flies when you're -"

Rory held up her hand. "Please don't finish that sentence," she warned.

Logan just grinned. "So, you wanna shower before we go?" he asked.

"Yeah, but you can go first," Rory offered.

"Who said anything about first?" Logan said, climbing off the bed and pulling Rory with him.


After a very satisfying meal, Logan and Rory walked down the boulevard as dusk was just falling over the city. Logan had his arm casually draped across Rory's shoulders; her arm was wrapped around his waist. Rory felt very… what was the word? Carefree, 'insouciant' – it sounded even better in French. She felt relaxed, and surprisingly content. She sneaked a peek at Logan and grinned at his slightly disheveled appearance. He didn't look so Brooks Brothers with his sleeves cuffed at three-quarter length and his top button unbuttoned, not to mention his hair, which was still damp from the shower and slightly messier than usual. She could only hope that she didn't look a complete mess in comparison.

"What?" Logan asked, noticing Rory's surreptitious looks.

"Nothing," Rory said quickly.

Logan smirked. "Alright," he said, accepting her evasive answer.

"What are you so smiley about?" Rory asked Logan.

"Same thing you're so smiley about," Logan said.

"What are you talking about?" Rory said. "I'm not smiley. Am I smiley?"

"Oh, you're smiley," Logan said. "You have that I-just-got-some glow," he said in a confidential tone.

Rory feigned shock. "I beg your pardon!"

"Oh yeah. It's written all over your face," Logan explained matter-of-factly.

"Please," Rory scoffed.

"Hey, it's ok. I mean, you're not Cleese-y if that helps," Logan teased.

"Huh?" Rory asked, confused. "Oh," she said, remembering before he had to remind her. "Yeah, well, I'm just practicing my honeymooner look for when we return to the hotel," she said casually.

"Anxious to get back, are we?" Logan asked mischievously.

"No," Rory said defensively.

"I mean, gosh; who would have thought that Rory Gilmore, studier extraordinaire, would choose to spend an entire day in bed with her boyfriend rather than experience the culturally rich city of Paris?" Logan stated, mock incredulity in his voice.

"You know, that's the second time you've used that term," Rory said in a lame attempt at segue.

"What term?" Logan asked, allowing himself to be distracted for the moment.

"Boyfriend," Rory said.

"Ah," Logan said. "Well, would you say that was an inappropriate label?" he asked in a carefully detached tone.

Rory wasn't sure how to answer. "Not necessarily," she conceded.

"Uh huh," Logan said, not entirely sure. "What would you say?"

"Well…" Rory said, pondering aloud.

"Because if this is how you behave with your gentleman friends, I need to have some strong words with Colin and Finn," Logan said, a half-smile on his face.

Rory grinned. "Oh yeah?"

Logan just looked at her. "Ace, come on, put me out of my misery. Was this a one-off or are we something real?"

"Well, what do you think?" Rory said, bouncing the proverbial ball into his court.

"What do I think?" Logan asked, pointing to himself with his free hand. Rory merely nodded. "I think…that you're not the kind of person to casually sleep with someone," he said seriously. She nodded again. "I also think that this whole journey we've taken this semester has forced me to develop feelings that I'm not used to." He paused to let Rory absorb his words. "And I also think," he said, stopping in the middle of the street, "that you've developed similar feelings. Am I right?"

Rory took a deep breath and faced him. "Well, if by similar feelings you mean love-ish feelings, then I'd have to agree," she said, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. She prayed that she hadn't just totally freaked him out.

After three of the longest seconds of Rory's life, Logan's face broke out into a genuine smile. "Ace, I'd say that is the perfect way to describe them," he said, taking her face gently into his hands and giving her a soft, sweet kiss. He pulled away and returned his arm to her shoulders as they resumed their walk.

"You know I'm not saying those three little words, right?" Rory said.

"I know," Logan said.

"Because that's perhaps an even bigger deal than what we've just done, and we've only just begun -"

"Hey, Karen, I know," Logan said with a smirk, catching her unintentional reference. "I didn't say those either."

"Ok. Cuz I don't want to freak you out or anything," Rory said.

"Ace, relax!" Logan said, pressing a kiss to her temple as they walked. "Just enjoy, hm?"

"I can do that," Rory said happily. She noticed how dark it had gotten. "So, um, where exactly are we going?"

"Don't worry; we're almost there. We just have time to do one more thing, and when you only have time to do one thing in Paris, this is the thing to do," Logan said confidently.


"Beautiful, isn't it?" Logan said.

"Gorgeous," Rory breathed. She could not get over the fact that she was in Paris with Logan. She also could not figure out why she and her mother had not done this the last time. Perhaps because of the cheesy romance factor. She surveyed her surroundings and marveled at the architecture on either side of them.

They were sitting on a ferryboat that was slowly making its way down the Seine. It was surprisingly rather empty where they were sitting, enough that they could put their feet up on the seats in front of them. Rory rested her head in the crook of Logan's neck, his arm around her and idly tracing patterns on her shoulder and upper arm.

"Look, it's coming up," Logan said.

"What?" Rory asked. "Or rather, where?"

Logan waited a moment, then pointed. "There!"

Rory gasped and lifted her head. "Wow!" She squeezed Logan's hand as she watched the Eiffel Tower light up, sparkling all over. Logan unconsciously played with the rings on her finger as they sat in silence, watching the Tower sparkle from a distance.

"This right here is what I'd call a perfect moment," Logan said, briefly looking down at Rory.

Rory looked over at him and smiled. "Yeah, perfect," she said in a small voice, settling back down against him. "Ohh, I wish we didn't have to go back so soon."

"So let's stay," Logan said.

"Logan, we can't stay," Rory protested.

"Why not? We're adults, we can do whatever we want," Logan said reasonably.

"Because! We have class. We have class and a life to get back to," Rory said.

"I guess. I just wish I didn't have to go back to that life, the one that my parents assigned to me the moment I was born," Logan said. "I wish we could just stay here."

"Well, I tell you what," Rory bargained. "We can stay one more night and go back to school tomorrow; I only have one class tomorrow morning, and I'm sure I can get notes from someone. If you agree to go back tomorrow, I promise we'll come back sometime in the near future. Deal?"

"Deal," Logan said. "That is, if you can stand me for an entire semester," he joked.

"I'll manage somehow," Rory said dramatically. "But it won't be easy, let me tell you," she said, feigning exasperation. "It will take some arm-twisting to get me to date one of the most eligible bachelors on the Eastern Seaboard!"

"Just the Eastern Seaboard, Ace?" Logan said, pretending to be wounded at the thought.

"My my, don't we have a big head," Rory said wryly as they pulled up to the dock. Logan followed her as she stepped out of the boat.

"You know, I was thinking; I believe I have a much better alternative to arm-twisting," he said, taking her hand and walking down the street to hail a taxi.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Rory teased.

"Wait and see, Ace. Wait and see."


"Goodbye, Paris," Rory said mournfully, looking out the window of the plane as they climbed higher into the sky. She sat back against her seat and picked up a magazine, flipping through it.

"Hey Ace," Logan said, nudging her elbow, "you ever heard of the mile high club?"

"Not gonna happen," she said, not even looking up from the magazine.

"Why not?" Logan asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Because I said so. Now go to sleep or something," she said.

"Ace…come on," Logan wheedled, nibbling on her ear.

"No. I'm taking a very important quiz; I'm about to find out if I'm a Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, or Miranda."

"Fine. I know better than to interrupt you when you're in a test-taking mode," Logan teased, shifting back into his seat. He picked up a magazine, idly leafing through it before sighing and setting it back down. He closed his eyes and leaned back until he heard Rory put away her magazine.

"What's the verdict?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

"Well, apparently I am a Miranda," Rory said.

"I see. And what does that mean?"

"I have no idea," Rory said. "Maybe I'm a workaholic."

"Well, good thing you've got me to distract you from your work," Logan said, stretching one arm across her shoulders.

"Yeah, lucky me," she said dryly.

"Regretting this already, Ace?" Logan said, pretending to be hurt.

"Not a chance," she said, a gleam in her eye.


"Ah, dorm sweet dorm," Rory said, kicking off her shoes and dropping her purse in the middle of the floor before flopping down on her bed.

"Where do you want these?" Logan asked, holding up the two bags of books they bought in Paris.

"Anywhere is fine. Oh wait – don't you need to sort through them to get yours?" she asked.

"Nah, I'll do it later. Or maybe they can just live here for now," Logan said, dropping the bags next to the door and easing it shut with his foot. He took off his shoes and crawled toward Rory on her bed.

"Oh no you don't," Rory warned.

"What?" Logan asked innocently, stretching out beside her.

"Logan," Rory whined.

"Ace," Logan whined back. "Come on, don't you think it's possible that I just wanna lay here with you?"

"Possible, yes. Likely, no."

"So cynical so young!" Logan said, clucking his tongue. He started nibbling on her ear, causing Rory to flush with anticipation. He slowly started to pull up her shirt. "And so smart…" he continued.


"Thirsty, so thirsty," Rory moaned into her pillow.

"You want some water?" Logan asked, wiping the sweat from his face.

"Yes, please!" Rory exclaimed.

"Ok," Logan said, kissing her forehead and getting up off the bed. Rory watched him as he walked to the door.

Logan could feel her eyes on him and turned around. "You checkin' me out, Ace?" he said with a smirk.

"No!" Rory said, blushing. Logan gave her a chiding look. "Maybe…" she admitted. "You're more…um…built than I thought you would be," she said with a small smile.

"Hey, I don't go to the gym every day to watch old guys shower!" Logan quipped.

Rory shook her head and continued to look at him.

"What?" Logan asked.

"Oh, nothing," Rory said. "Just… aren't you forgetting something?" she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes.

"No, I'm pretty sure I covered everything," Logan said confidently.

Rory rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, I think there's something you're forgetting to cover," Rory said, with a significant glance.

"Oh, right," Logan said, looking down. He looked around the room and grabbed his boxers, sliding them on before opening the door. "Be back in a sec," he said with a wink.

Logan chuckled to himself as he shut the door behind him and suddenly found himself face to face with Doyle in Paris's bathrobe.

"Doyle!" Logan said in surprise.

"Logan! I mean, uh, Mr. Huntz…uh…Logan!" Doyle stammered.

Logan rested his hand on his hips and acted as if he had every reason to be standing in the common room in his underwear.

"How's my favorite editor?" Logan asked easily.

Doyle could swear Logan was enjoying his discomfort. "Oh, you know, I'm fine. Um, I'm just going over some articles with Paris, because, we, um, need to go over them," he finished weakly.

"I see," Logan said, smirking. "Well, Doyle, it's been real. I'll let you get back to those 'articles,'" he said with air quotes, walking over to the fridge and grabbing two bottles of water before going into Rory's room and closing the door.

"What's going on out here?" Paris said, stomping out in Doyle's shirt.

"So, that was Logan Huntzberger," Doyle said, still dazed from their encounter.

"So?" Paris said. "I suppose they made up. I told you Rory was dating him, right?"

"Yeah," Doyle said, turning to face her. "But you didn't say they eloped!"

"What?" Paris said. "They did not. Rory's too sensible for that. I mean, Logan may be impulsive, but she would never do a thing like that, especially without telling anyone."

"Well," Doyle said, enjoying his momentary upper hand, "he came out in his underwear," he started.

"Oh, grow up," Paris said.

"No, let me finish!" Doyle insisted. "All he was wearing was his boxers… and a wedding ring," he said significantly.

"I don't believe it!" Paris exclaimed.

"Fine, go see for yourself," Doyle said, gesturing to Rory's door.

"I will!" Paris said, accepting the challenge. She strode over to Rory's bedroom door and banged on it. "Rory!" she shouted.

Rory opened the door slightly and popped her head out. "What, Paris?"

Paris thought fast. "Did you use my nail polish?" she accused.

"What?" Rory said.

"Did you use my nail polish? Because it looks less full than it did the last time I checked."

"No, I didn't," Rory replied.

"Let me see your fingernails," Paris demanded.

"Are you kidding me?" Rory said.

Paris just looked at her, tapping her foot.

"Fine," Rory said. "See?" She waved her fingers and stuck out a foot for toe inspection. "Happy now?"

Paris sighed. "Yes, but I'm watching you, Gilmore."

"Ok, Geller." Rory rolled her eyes and shut the door.

Paris slowly turned to face Doyle. "Well well well. I wonder if Emily and Richard know about this…"


"Doyle? Seriously, Ace. Doyle?" Logan asked, handing Rory a bottle of water.

"Hey, to each his own – or in this case, to each her own," Rory said, sitting up in bed and gratefully accepting the water.

"But who would want to own Doyle?" Logan asked incredulously.

"Who would want to own Paris?" Rory countered.

"Touché," Logan admitted. "I suppose there's no accounting for taste," he mused.

"How true; I mean, I ended up with you," Rory pointed out, barely able to contain her grin.

"Ouch!" Logan said good-naturedly. "That hurts, Ace, that really hurts."

"I think you'll get over it," Rory said dryly, setting her water bottle on her nightstand.

"I don't know; I may be in therapy for years," Logan sighed.

"You probably will, but it won't be my fault," Rory said.

Logan chuckled. "That part I agree with."

"So… Doyle saw you in your undies, huh?" Rory asked rhetorically.

"Yes, and I didn't really feel the need to fill him in on my presence. It was much more fun to watch him squirm," Logan said.

"So mean!" Rory giggled.

"I know, but whatcha gonna do? He's so easy to mess with."

Rory nodded in acknowledgement. "Well," she said, stretching and sitting up straighter, "as much as I have enjoyed our quality time, Logan, I seriously have some homework to catch up on."

"Are you kicking me out?" Logan asked in astonishment.

"In a word: yes."

Logan sighed. "Fine. I suppose I should call the guys and tell them not to worry, I didn't really drop off the face of the earth."

"Good idea," Rory said.

Logan started to scoot off the bed in search of his clothes.

Rory watched him get dressed, and waited until he turned around before she slipped her clothes back on.

"Ok, well, I'll let you study. Call me when you're ready for dinner?" Logan said, pulling on his sweater.

"Yeah, sure," Rory said.

"Ok," Logan said, grinning widely as he opened her bedroom door.

"Hey," Rory said softly, jumping up and putting her hand on his arm.

"Yeah?" Logan said, turning around.

"Thanks for this weekend," Rory said, slipping her arms around Logan's neck and tentatively kissing him. Logan kissed her back, but it was a sweet, undemanding kiss.

When they pulled away, Logan brushed a lock of hair from Rory's face. "Anytime, Ace. Anytime."

"Oh – I almost forgot," Rory said, stepping away and pulling the rings off of her finger. She tried to ignore the twinge of regret as she spoke. "Here you go," she said, holding out her hand with the rings sitting in her palm.

Logan looked down at the rings, making a split-second decision that he hoped he wouldn't regret. "Why don't you hold onto them," Logan said, folding her hand closed. "You know, as a keepsake of the weekend." Rory smiled, and he got an idea. "In fact, wear them to dinner tonight; I think we should wear them long enough to see the look on Colin's face, don't you agree?" he said mischievously.

Rory smiled back. "Forget Colin; I can't wait to see Steph's face! You should have heard her speech about how there was a line to get to you. Someone better be there to catch her if she thinks you've been gotten for life!"

"Maybe I have," Logan said with a wink. "Later, Ace."


Rory closed the door behind Logan and went over to her desk. She smiled as she put the rings back on her finger, holding out her hand to admire them. She had to admit, the boy had taste! If she could have picked any ring in the world, that would have been the one. She was also too distracted to start on her homework; she had to spill about this weekend. There was only one person to call.


"Ok, I fixed the banister. It wobbles no more," Luke said, setting his toolbox next to the check-in desk at the Dragonfly Inn. "Anything else?"

"Thanks," Lorelai said distractedly as she flipped through a magazine. "Oh wow, look at this picture! That inn has a pool. They look so happy playing in the pool." Lorelai looked up. "Hey Luke, build me a pool."

"A pool?" Luke said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, you know, that way if I ever have the urge to be Esther Williams, bada-bing-bada-boom! Don't you want to turn me into a Million Dollar Mermaid?"

"No thanks, I like your legs."

"Why Luke Danes, was that flirting I heard come out of your mouth?" Lorelai said coquettishly.

"Could have been, we'll never know, will we?" Luke said, trying to back away.

"Does that mean I get a pool?" Lorelai asked.

"I already gave you a skating rink. That ought to fill my quota of crazy home improvement requests. I'm already pulling full time Vila duty."

"I know," Lorelai said, "and as sexy as your Bob Vila routine is, and as thankful as I am that you are more Vila than Taylor - "

"Elizabeth?"

"Tim."

"Ah! Ok. Continue," Luke said.

Lorelai paused. "I can't even remember my point," she pouted.

"Well thank God for that. Listen, I gotta go," Luke said, picking up his toolbox and giving her a quick kiss.

"Bye!" Lorelai said, just as the phone rang.

"Dragonfly Inn, Lorelai speaking."

"Mom!"

"Hey, sweets!" Lorelai said. "What's shakin', bacon?"

"Well, I've had quite an interesting weekend," Rory started.

"Oh yeah? Do tell!" Lorelai said.

"Ok. So, you know that on Friday I went to the Winter Carnival sort-of with Clara and Dean?"

"Wait, I thought you were going with Lane!"

"Yeah, well, I kind of went by myself and happened to meet up with them, even though I knew I would bump into them… um… that's not really the point," Rory said.

"Ok," Lorelai said slowly. "Continue."

"Alright, so, anyway, I was really pissed off at Logan that night -"

"Wait, why?" Lorelai asked.

"Are you gonna keep interrupting me?"

"Yes. It's my right as your mother," Lorelai said.

"Well it's my right as your daughter to withhold personal information," Rory threatened.

"Ok, ok, I will wait for the appropriate pause," Lorelai said.

"Thank you. Now, as I was saying, I was pissed at Logan because I thought I saw him with another girl, and I pretty much hated his guts for being a big honkin' liar, but then I learned that it was his sister so I said I would continue to sleep with him as agreed."

"Ok, I know I promised no interruptions, but the whole "sleeping with him" thing seems to be an important thing that you're skimming over here," Lorelai said.

"Oh, right," Rory said sheepishly. "Yeah, that was actually pretty innocent. We made a bet about a week ago about whether or not I would like a band that he was taking me to see, and I lost it."

"Who was the band?"

"Hep Alien."

"Ah."

"Yeah, so obviously I lost that bet, and his conditions were that I had to sleep with him for a week, but all we did was sleep. I think it was his way of showing off his whole sensitive I'm-not-out-to-jump-your-bones side."

"Very noble," Lorelai allowed. "Ok, so we're up to the Carnival where you forgave Logan."

"Right. So anyway, I still had two nights to go, 'cause I had skipped a night when I was angry at him, and he said that he was spending the night in Paris and I had to come with him."

"Ok, um, he did mean Paris the city, not Paris the roommate, right?" Lorelai asked for clarification.

"Eww! Mom! The city!"

"Wow! Wait – so did you really go to France? Without telling your mother!" Lorelai asked.

"Yeah – but you have no idea how amazing it was, Mom!"

"I bet I have some idea; after all, I have been before…with you!"

"Yeah, but this time was different."

"I'll bet," Lorelai said dryly. She tried to get her mind out of the gutter. "So, did you see Gene Kelly?"

"He died like twenty years ago, Mom."

"I know, but he's the only American in Paris I know. Ooh, except Sabrina!"

"Which one? Audrey Hepburn or Julia Ormond?"

"Hepburn of course."

"Naturally."

Lorelai walked into the inn's kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. "So, by 'amazing,' was this weekend like a turning point? Did it clarify all that ambiguity you were so angsty about?"

"Actually, yes. We…um… declared love-ish feelings for each other," Rory said.

"Love-ish, huh?"

"Yeah, love-ish. You know – basically, I feel I can trust him now. So that whole boyfriend-girlfriend label thing is happening, although neither of us are ready to say 'I love you' yet."

"Very mature of you. So – question: when do I get to hang out with him?" Lorelai asked.

"What? He's my boyfriend!"

"Well, yeah, but you get to hang out with Luke," Lorelai pointed out.

"That's different. He's Luke. He was Luke of Luke's Diner long before you guys had a thang."

"Well, ok, but I did get to hang out with Dean and Jess, so why not Logan?"

"That's because I was in high school and had no car. And they lived here. And I was in high school," Rory stressed.

"Well so what? Come on, let Mommy play too," Lorelai pouted. She could practically hear Rory's eyes rolling over the phone.

"Ok, well, maybe he can come over this weekend; I'll come home and we'll rent movies or something."

"Oh goody!" Lorelai said gleefully. "It'll be fun to merge your Yale world with your Stars Hollow world."

"You know," Rory said slowly, "there's a good idea."

"Where? Over my shoulder? Under my shoe?" Lorelai said.

Rory rolled her eyes. "No, I mean about the merging of the worlds. We could have a big ol' party to let my Stars Hollow friends meet my Yale friends. I mean, I've never really tried that before, and since Logan and I are really dating now, he should probably meet everyone who's important to me."

"Good idea, honey," Lorelai said. "So, do we have an occasion? This party needs an excuse other than 'hey, let's hang out.'"

"Hmm. Any birthdays coming up?" Rory asked.

"I don't think so…hey, Sookie, any birthdays coming up?" Lorelai asked as Sookie walked into the kitchen.

"There's some next month," Sookie offered.

"Nah, too far away," Lorelai said.

"Although, today's my unbirthday!" Sookie giggled.

Lorelai just looked at her. "Did Davey just discover Alice in Wonderland?" she asked.

"Uh huh!" Sookie said enthusiastically.

Lorelai smiled. "Well, hon, sorry, no birthdays on the horizon, unless you count Sookie's unbirthday, which comes 364 days of the year."

"Hey… that's an idea! Let's have an 'unbirthday party!' We can do like a big tea party and buy one of those Mad Hatter giant hats for Finn to wear, because, let's face it, he's the mad hatter, and some bunny ears for Kirk, because he'll want to be the March Hare, and we can do a whole Alice in Wonderland theme! It'll be trippy!"

"Fabulous! Hey, Sookie, how do you feel about a crazy tea party?" Lorelai asked. She got no reply, because Sookie was dancing around the kitchen in circles singing to herself: "A very merry unbirthday to you, to you, a very merry unbirthday to you, to you, it's great to drink to someone and I guess that you will do, a very merry unbirthday to you!"

"Ok, well, we'll work out the details over here, including the ones that don't allow Sookie near any mushrooms. Just let me know how many Yalies to expect, ok?"

"Ok," Rory laughed. "Bye, Mom."

"Bye, hon."

On the other end, Rory clicked off her cell phone. She had a pretty good feeling about this weekend.


How 'bout them apples? Hm? Ok, so: (imagine cheesy announcer's voice) next time, on "The Fortune Cookie's Always Right": Are those two crazy kids gonna live happily ever after? Not yet, but we sure hope so! What happens when Rory's two worlds collide, and what if certain parties misinterpret their fake marriage? Leave reviews for your humble authoress, and she might just update before the weekend is over! Try to break the record, hm?