I know, I'm bad at updating. Don't worry, I'll get better at this! I was just recovering from seeing Lorelai and Chris in the same bed, most likely naked together! Not a good image! Still trying to convince self that was a dream.

However, self has been further saddened with the news of motherboard Amy Sherman Palladino and her husband quitting Gilmore Girls. Am very nervous about the upcoming season.

However, I was pleased to see that Matt Czuchry's hanging around for 13 more episodes of the new season, despite that Logan is in London.

No, I am not a current fan of Literati. No, Jess will not be in the story, and same goes for Dean, that scumbag

(Referring only to Dean and not the gorgeous actor, Jared Padalecki-who would probably also call Dean a scumbag-who I adore as Sam on Supernatural, along with Jensen Ackles as Dean-in Supernatural, not GG).

This is a story where a Trory story has already bloomed and shriveled, leaving space for a Rogan romance to unfold in the future with some tangles left from the Trory bit.

Am sorry for the rambling and well aware that author notes aren't supposed to be posted, but I felt guilty, and even more so, when I write that I cannot post any more for another month, due to being out of the country and away from my beloved Internet.

Cheers!

Disclaimer-I do not posses any part of Gilmore Girls (If I did, JAVA JUNKIE 4EVA-not to be a total teenybopper and write horribly-but I love love love love love love love-you get my point-Luke and Lorelai!) at the moment, nor will I in the future.

If there was an actual job reading fanfiction chapters, just for the disclaimers, I call dibs.

ABCD

"Rory," Tristin shook her awake, his blue eyes looking into hers, smiling. Rory stood up, a little dazed and very conscious of the fact she had little to none clothing on.


"Coffee," She mumbled, not quite registering everything just yet.

"Here," Tristin handed her the steaming mug, smiling.

"Did we?" Rory made a gesture showing what she thought they had done. Tristin laughed and shook his head.

"You were hammered, Miss Gilmore," He teased, "I was the gentleman and made sure you went to bed, alone, albeit after a very entertaining drunken strip dance from Chicago. Don't worry, I didn't see anything inappropriate," He smiled and kissed her lightly on the cheek, "And I slept on the couch, Sleeping Beauty. Plus-"


"Tristin," Rory smiled, "Shut up and kiss me,"

Tristin smiled, "I've always wanted you to say that to me,"

"Still talking," Rory said, giggling. She leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Well, I hope that was one hell of a first date for you, Mary, cause it was for me," Tristin said, in between kisses, "And I don't plan on leaving,"

"Good," Rory laughed

"Be good," Rory warned them. Allie was wearing his favorite pair of jeans that reeked of boy and they were a little big on him, so his Spiderman underwear waistband could be easily seen. Rory had given up on pulling his pants up and Allie was too impatient with belts.

"Is Bobby coming?" Allie asked. He was fond of his oldest brother, even if Bobby was only a half brother.

"No, Bobby and Mandy had to go back to Canada," Rory said, "They'll be back for Thanksgiving. I want you to meet a good friend of mine,"

"Oh god," Scout sighed, "Mom, is this a date?" Scout ran a hand through his hair, clearly rattled. Allie seemed unaffected by the news, though.

"No, this is dinner with an old friend," Rory said, "And this dinner will go off without a hitch. That means no pranks, Scout. And no burping at the table, Allie."

"Who me?" Allie smiled, "I'm the perfect boy,"

Rory sighed. Allie was a handful, and Scout seemed more grounded. Whenever Allie was running around, half naked, screaming Indian war chants, Scout would be the one to catch him and make him put on some pants, while teaching Allie some more therapeutic chants.

"Who's cooking?" Scout asked

"Domino's," Rory said wryly, "Now, Allie, put on a shirt. The polo shirt that Grandma Emily gave you, and I'd like it if you wore the tan slacks as well,"

Allie sighed and looked down at his chest, where he had carved "ALLIE RULES" in blue semi-permanent paint. It had been on there for three days and Rory had given up on getting rid of it. Besides, Allie's Sharpie tattoos had disappeared in a week or less.

"Fine," He sighed and went to do as his mother said. Allie knew for sure it was a date, and to be honest, he did want someone to be his daddy, even if it couldn't be his real daddy. So for that, Allie would look nice.

"Scout, my muse," Rory smiled, looking him over,

"I'll put on a collared shirt," Scout laughed, "The white one and the blue slacks, huh?"

"And comb Allie's hair," Rory said, looking at the time, "I'm going to get dressed," She kissed him on the cheek, "Seriously, Scout, be good,"

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Logan whistled, stopping when he noticed a flower cart. The man turned to him smiling,

"Want a flower, son?" He asked

"Yeah, yeah," Logan smiled, "I'd like a sunflower. Just one," He said, pointing to it, grinning.

"Of course, son," The man handed Logan the flower, "Have a good night,"

"You too," Logan smiled and tipped the man, whistling the rest of the way to Rory's place.

He checked his watch, seeing that he was three minutes late. That was a bit early, by Gilmore time, but Logan pressed her button anyway.

"Yeah?" This was the voice of a boy, her son, perhaps. Logan was relieved he had remembered to get gifts for Rory's kids.

"Cable," Logan said cheerfully.

"Mom!" Scout yelled, "It's the cable-guy!"

Rory came out of the bathroom, wearing a blue sundress and fixing her hair up.

"No! I'm not done yet! Let him up and keep Logan entertained for the next five minutes!" Rory frowned, seeing Scout's messy hair, "Honey-"

"I'll fix it," Scout said, smiling. He buzzed Logan up, stabbing the button. Allie was hopping around as usual, giggling like mad.

"Allie, go set the table," Scout said, sighing. Allie nodded and got the good silverware and cups. They hadn't used this stuff since Rory invited Grandma Emily and Grandfather to have dinner with them once. Now Grandma Emily was suffering from a stroke and Grandfather had no time for anything else but care of his wife.

Usually whenever Nana, Pop-Pop, and their Aunt April and Charlie came over, they would go out to eat. Sometimes Aunt G.G came along, but that was rarer the Tristin walking through the door again.

Logan came in, his hair slightly mussed from the wind. He was wearing a heavy overcoat and an informal suit underneath. A lumpy bag under his arm and a sunflower in his hand spoke volumes to Scout.

"Rory?" Tristin closed the door. Instead of seeing his luminous wife, his eyes fell on then-five year old Scout.

"Daddy!" Scout had screamed, excited to see him and toddled over, hugging his legs.

"Scout-sie!" Tristin laughed and dropped everything, picking up his son and hugging him while spinning around, "How's my boy?"

"I lost another tooth," Scout beamed, "Pop-Pop says that the Tooth Fairy might not give me a quarter this time because I drank too much coffee,"

"Sounds like Luke," Tristin chuckled, "And I'm sure you'll get more then a lousy quarter from Miss Tooth Fairy," He kissed Scout on the forehead, "Where's your mother?"

"Walking with Allie," Scout said, smiling. His eyes lit up, "Do you have another surprise, Daddy?"

"Yes," Tristin smiled, "I am going to give Mommy this sunflower," Tristin held it up, "Because it is the anniversary of our wedding. And Mommy and I are going to a nice restaurant while you and Mr. Allie are going to be with Luke and Nana Lorelai,"

"Scout, right?" Logan asked, smiling, "You look very handsome, like your grandfather,"

"Never heard that before," Scout said, smiling

"Richard was a dignified guy, always did the right thing and didn't believe in scamming people," Logan smiled, "I hope you share these qualities?"

"Grandfather would be happy to hear that," Scout said, smiling, "Usually everyone compares me to my father,"

"Why not?" Logan asked, "You and DuGrey have a lot in common, obviously. But something, some quality..." Logan shrugs, "Forget it. Where's the lovely lady?"

"Getting ready for dinner," Scout smiled, hands stuffed in his pockets, "So, you knew my father?"

"Of him," Logan said softly, "A friend of mine, good mate, Finn Morgan, attended military school with him. Finn always spoke well of your father and he seemed like a good man, if I couldn't already tell by the wife he hooked up," Logan flashed a smile, showing he was slightly uneasy about this topic.

"So uh, the sunflower?" Scout smiled, "Mom still cries every time she sees one. Dad used to give her a sunflower every time he came home from Iraq. She would throw out the old one and replace it with the new. Scout pointed to the vase that was by the window. A very old flower that was shrinking, was still in the glass.

Logan looked at the flower he got, brows furrowed.

"I'll get rid of it," Scout said, taking the flower from Logan, smiling. He walked over the garbage can and dumped it down the chute.

Allie hopped into the foyer and beamed brilliantly at seeing Logan. He smiled and stepped in front of the older man's path. Not that Logan had moved since entering the apartment.

"My name's Allie. Are you Mom's friend?"

"Yes," Logan smiled and held out the bag, pulling out a present, "I heard you had a birthday recently,"

Allie gasped and took the present, unwrapping it right away. It turned out to be a FireDragon Lego set. The one that Allie secretly had his eye on.

"My godsons are begging their father for that thing," Logan explained, "They're about your age, so I thought-" He frowned, seeing that Allie hadn't moved, "Do you not like it? Cause you can exchange it if-"

"No no!" Allie smiled, "I love it! Thank you, Mom's friend,"

"My name is Logan," He laughed, smiling and took Allie's hand.

"Even if you hadn't given me a present, I still would've liked you Logan," Allie said thoughtfully, "But I want the present, so I'm keeping it," Allie turned to Scout,

"What's that, Allie?" Scout asked

"Birthday present," Allie smiled, "I got my Lego set! The one I was planning to ask Mom for at Christmas. Now I can ask her for the WaterDragon and Logan for the EarthDragon. Mom!" Allie ran to his mom's room, to show Rory the present.

"Wow," Rory laughed, coming out, putting an earring in her ear, "Looks like you scored big with Allie,"

"Well, what kid doesn't like Legos?" Logan asked, "You look stunning, Ace," He added in a softer tone. Rory smiled and Allie looked at them. He was really only five years old when it happened, but he remembered one thing strongly.

"Allie-gator, are you ready?" Rory bent to his level, brushing his then long bangs out of his eyes, "I wish Tristin had remembered to take you to the barbershop though," She frowned, "Now, you and Scout-" Rory broke off to fix Scout's hair as well.

"Mom!" Scout scowled and put it back the way it was and the way it had been almost forever, short, spiked, and messy.

"Sorry, Scout. Now, you two are going to hold Paris's dress, and walk at the same time. Like Daddy showed you yesterday, okay?" She asked

Allie nodded and saw Tristin who put a finger to his lips, winking. Tristin silently walked up to them, where Rory was fussing with his hair, Scout stifling giggles. Tristin smiled and started to gently tickle Rory, who jumped and almost attacked him. Holding her arms, Tristin relented and pulled her in for a sweet short kiss.

"Take the first dance with me, babe?" He asked, smiling, "I also want the second, third, and fourth,"

"Pig," Rory teased, "My lovable Tristin-pig,"

"Oink-oink," Tristin kissed his wife again, his two boys making "eww" sounds.

Allie hadn't seen Rory so simply happy with another man since his father was alive. She didn't laugh as much, unless she was with Logan. And Logan had a nickname for her. Ace. Allie was indeed content with Logan.

Scout however, didn't see it. He felt more threatened then anything else. Being eleven, Scout knew that Logan wasn't going to replace his father and never would, but he didn't want someone else to replace him. His status in the family for keeping both Rory and Allie sane, something he had stepped up to, once Tristin had passed on. What would happen to him if Rory didn't need him? If Allie didn't need him? He didn't want someone else to make them happy. That was his job.

The doorbell rang and Rory said softly, "That's dinner. You guys can take a seat. I'll get the pizza,"

Allie took Logan by the hand, pulling him over to the table. "Sit next to me!" Allie said, smiling. Logan took the seat and Scout got mad, because he was supposed to sit next to Allie. He was supposed to entertain Allie. Allie was supposed to want him. It was starting already and Scout didn't like it. Not one bit.

"That was my dad's seat," Scout said gravely, "I usually sit there,"

"So what?" Allie asked, defiantly. Sit there. Logan's sitting next to me.

"Fine," Scout said, "Let Mom be uncomfortable, because he's sitting where I sit, and where Dad used to sit!" He said it softly enough that Rory didn't hear, but loud enough to get his message across.

"You know what?" Logan asked, "I'll sit over-"

"No," Allie said, eyes darkening, "Stay there. Scout's just trying to get his way,"

"Fine," Scout sat, his eyes darkening as well. Rory came in with the pizza and frowned, seeing her kids glare at each other.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Allie's just being difficult, Mom," Scout said,

"Allie's just being difficult, Mom," Allie mimicked, annoyed

"Allie-gator, Mr. Scout," Rory said, frowning, "Remember what I asked earlier that had to do with docking allowances for a month?"

Both boys sat up and mumbled, "Sorry," to each other before becoming better company. I didn't stop Scout from talking about Tristin as much as he could and Allie brusquely from reminding Scout that their father was dead.

Rory was fed up and Logan constantly on guard. By the end of dinner, Rory told Scout to wash dishes and Allie to rinse while she and Logan went out to buy ice-cream for all of them, just to get a break from the quietly-bickering boys.

After a few minutes of silence, Rory said, "Why did I do this, Logan?"

"Do what?" Logan asked, confused

"Invite you to dinner," She said,

"It wasn't that bad," Logan said

"Logan, do you remember when we first started seriously dating. You took me to you parent's place and your mother said in front of me that I wasn't good enough for you?"

"She had it worded wrong," Logan said, smiling, "She meant to say that I wasn't good enough for you. She had downed three vodkas that night, remember?"

"That night," Rory said, ignoring Logan's comment, "I used to think was the worst night I would ever encounter with a date. Tonight just topped it,"

"Well, maybe the part where Allie burst out yelling that Tristin was dead so Scout should stop telling me about all the awards he won was bad," Logan said thoughtfully

"I think the stinker was when Scout sneezed on your pizza and Allie threw a pepperoni at him," Rory said, leaning closer to him, "Do you think dating each other again is a good idea Logan?"

"Well, if you don't want a date, I can probably convince Samantha to marry me if I throw in an extra carat on her ring," Logan said wryly, "I'd like to be with you though,"

Rory hugged him, smiling, and she laced hands with him.

"If it isn't Miss Mary Muffin," Tristin teased, holding a muffin up to her, "Or should I say Mrs. Mary DuGrey?"

"What?" Rory asked, confused, and took a better look at the muffin. It had a simple diamond ring in the middle. Rory took it out, and attached to it was a strip of paper stating: "The future lies on your finger,"

She gasped, "That's so not clichéd, Tristin. I would've expected fireworks and airplanes spelling it out,"

"I like originality," Tristin said, I'll do the fireworks and airplane bit if you want, but there are other Mary's in the world, though you're the only one for me,"

"Well, you're my first Romeo," She teased, kissing him, "I'll marry you, but only because of your fabulous coffee-making skills,"

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

"Logan, I like you. I really, really like you," Rory said softly, "I'm pretty sure I could grow to love you as much as I once did and even more so, but there's my boys. Allie adores you, but Scout," She frowned, "I worry about Scout more then I've ever worried about Tristin when he was off being patriotic,"

"Give it time, Ace," Logan said, smiling, interlacing his fingers with hers, "What X-Box games does the kid like? Need For Speed? Halo?"

Rory laughed and looked at him, smiling. A man was singing for money in the distance and Logan tossed in ten dollars in his case. Suddenly the man's voice became stronger and Logan laughed, stopping and held out his free hand.

"Care for a dance, Ace?"

They were three steps away from the door. Scout and Allie were of course, spying on them. Logan was now twirling with Rory, and she was laughing. Allie could see how her eyes sparkled and he smiled. He liked Logan and he loved it when his mom was so happy, her eyes sparkled.

Scout could see nothing but Logan's dirty hands inching closer to his beloved mother's behind, for he couldn't bring himself to say the actual word at that moment. Logan seemed like he was being a jerk and Rory was too caught up in his hypnotic spell. Aggravated at all their spins and twirls, Scout walked away, saying,

"Mom's supposed to dance with Dad,"

Allie rolled his eyes and looked down at the couple, before closing the window, smiling.

"Just the first one," He whispered

WXYZ

Happy summer!