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Bored. Should be at my schools open house with the rest of my friends, don't feel like going. Besides, I've gone to two already, if that aint enough nothing is. Kay, enough with personal venting, I'm gonna write this story after a certain reviewer told me to have longer chapters or quicker updates pretty much. COMPLETELY agree! Springing for the quicker updates at the second. Next chapter will be more exciting, this is just drabble and a little bit of a filler. Chapter after next will feature Lorelai and the rest of Stars Hollow!

Unreachable Lions and Tigers and Bears

"Lions and tigers and bears oh my!" Rory was quoting the Wizard of Oz, her voice ringing in Logan's ears. It was irritating, but the sound of her voice soothed him… made him feel like he was back in his cousins pent house drinking; and she was telling him to stop. Over and over again.

Logan opened the trunk of his nearly destroyed Jaguar. One side was smashed in, knifing a few of the bags. But not harming them much.

"What do we use for a tent," Logan asked surveying the few items they had. A couple blankets, some clothes and a pillow. And some left overs from GoGo's.

"Why don't we sleep in the car?" Rory asked with a shrug. She was lounging in the backseat, "I'm not much for sleeping outside." She added with a cringe.

"Well, neither am I Ace." Logan shut the trunk, it fought back though. Giving a reluctant creak and not shutting completely.

Poor Jaguar.

Poor Logan.

He was doing what he could to support his girl in what she was doing, but everything was failing. Including his attempts to smooth this whole situation over, make it fun. But the truth was it wasn't fun, it was torture. It wasn't risky, it wasn't dangerous, and it was a waste of life.

She shouldn't be here, she should be at Yale. He'd secretly read her pieces; first drafts final copies, and secretly wished he could write like her. Wished he could take over the newspaper enterprise, but he couldn't and he shouldn't. Why shouldn't he be happy now? He may not be genius but he had every girl at Yale's attention.

"I'm hungry." Rory whined, it had become a habit lately. Whining out of the blue; out of the silence that surrounded

"Start a fire." Logan said smirking, knowing she'd never been a girl scout and would never accomplish the task. He was teasing her; bringing them back to where they had been.

"I will." Rory said forcefully, not sounding all that sure at all. She got up from the hood of the used-to-be Jaguar (now it was just metal that roared). She walked around the small open field with a false bounce in her step, looking for something that wasn't there. Suddenly she got bright eyes, jogging over to a stick lying lonesome on the ground. The sun was setting, casting an eerie glow around the small area, the sun peeking at them; spying on them from between the trees.

Rory looked around spotting another stick she picked it up and leaned down, next to a pile of crinkling leaves. She rubbed them together fiercely.

… Logan was surprised she'd gotten this far. "Having fun Ace?" He asked laughing.

"Actually-" Rory breathed rubbing faster "-I am."

Logan leapt off the hood of the car, rushing to help his girlfriend. The title made him proud; his girlfriend. His Rory. His Ace.

He pulled the mildly warm sticks out of Rory's hands, "You kind of needs some rocks around. Unless your trying to start a forest fire."

"Screw fire." Rory said, getting up and brushing off.

Pointless. Logan pulled her back down and into a soft kiss. He pulled away first, leaning his forehead against hers. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that. First a fat-"

"Mean." Rory cut in at the mention of fat.

He smiled, feeling her breath against his lips, silky and free.

"-Then old woman were listening at door to see if anything was going on."

"No they weren't." Rory didn't seem to sure of herself.

"I pinky swear Ace, he hooked her pinky with his and kissed her again, pushing her onto the ground.

"Logan. No." Rory said pushing him off.

"It's fine."

"It's public!" She said.

"I thought you were striving for unpredictable?" He said, trying to sway Rory's decision.

"I am. But I'm not striving for slut."

"You won't be. Besides, it's unpredictable don't you think."

"No-" Rory seemed to be thinking something over, "This is though. She threw some leaves at his face.

"Nope. Very Roryish. I know you to--" Rory kissed him. Pulling away only enough to say 'I'm Miss Unpredictable', but then she continued, smiling against his lips. Ignoring her cell phone as it rang.

And rang.

And rang.

"What time is it?" Rory asked with yawn, staring up at the stars and bats that darted back and forth.

"Don't know." Logan muttered, he was laying in the backseat, half asleep Rory pulling him out of his trance. Rory stared at the crescent moon; something she often saw living in a small town, but never really cared for. She found beauty in different things, in what some people would say was odd. Chain link fences, rotting trees, the simple things to put it simply.

She heard footsteps outside the car, small pittery ones darting around. Rory snapped her head around looking for the source of the noise. She settled on it, "Logan it's a weasel!" Logan groggily looked around.

"It's a fisher cat Ace."

"Do you live a secret life? One where you know everything about the wilderness?" Rory asked. How did he know what it was? He didn't seem like the type to camp.

"It's common sense." He grumbled into his pillow. Rory watched the weasel approach the car cautiously.

"Do they bite?" Rory asked quietly, nervously.

"If you dress it up in doll clothes, yeah it probably does."

Rory shrieked as the weasel crawled up to her window. "It look likes a mini bear."

Logan ignored her defiantly.

"It's kinda cute." She reached out her hand, not having any intentions of petting it, just trying to Logan's attention.

"Your acting like a five year old." He whispered peeking at her half of his face buried in the pillow.

"I guess."

Rory's cell phone rang, breaking the nights silence and sending the weasel scurrying away.

"Hello?" She couldn't keep avoiding the calls forever.

"Rory come home." Luke said.

"You go straight to the point don't you?" She asked.

"Everyone's worried."

"I'm fine, I have Logan,"

"And that's what most of us are worried about."

"I'll be home soon."

"Rory-"

She hung up the phone and ignored her doubts, reclining the seat and going to sleep.