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LOGAN x MACIE romance? or MACIE x OC?


YEAR 2002:

Rory's stomach growled as she squirmed in her seat attempting to silence the endless rumbling. Lorelai glanced at her daughter suppressing a smile as Emily stormed into the kitchen for the third time this evening. "Do it again!" She growled, clearly displeased with her maid, who consistently put walnuts in her salad. She swore it was just to spite her.

Rory glanced at the clock; there were only a few more minutes until they'd get their salads again; provided she didn't put walnuts in the salad... again. "You know mum... In Europe, they ate the main course first and the salad last." Lorelai urged, simply wanting to eat, anything for that matter. She could feel her stomach eating itself from the inside out of pure starvation.

"We're not in Europe," Emily counted, sighing with discontent at her daughter's lack of patience.

"We could pretend," Lorelai suggested, attempting to distract herself from her grumbling stomach.

The woman shook her head, "Honestly, Lorelai, you can't wait another ten minutes for another salad, the situation is that dire?" Emily sassed, taking the tone she only used when speaking to her daughter.

"Four salads ago; no, not dire," Lorelai cried, holding her head up with her hand. "Right now, it's your money for nothing and your chicks for free," She breathed, hunger evidently eating her away.

Emily furrowed her brows, staring at her granddaughter, "She didn't have lunch," She reasoned, sending her mother a sympathetic look. Although, she was on the verge of passing out too at this point.

"Fine," Emily sighed, practically marching into the kitchen to have the main course served.

Rory's stomach rumbled again, and she tried to cover it with her hand. Luckily, no one noticed the loud noise, except her mother of course, who was provoking her mother as usual. "I'm going to grab another soda, would anyone like something?" Rory questioned, rising from her seat at the table.

"I'd like big bag walnuts and make sure you tell her there for me!" Lorelai chirped, earning a discontent sigh from her mother.

"I believe I need a little more ice... Emily are you fine?" Richard questioned before heading to the kitchen with Rory to freshen their drinks. Richard handed his granddaughter a piece of chocolate, "So, how's school?" He questioned, causing Rory to raise her eyebrows at the thought.

"It's good. It's crazy though." She replied, taking a bite of the chocolate bar.

"Senior year," Richard agreed, understanding the amount of work she had on her hands at the moment. "Preparing for college is a daunting task, I remember when I was preparing for Yale..."

"Bad?" Rory asked worriedly, wondering if she wanted to know the answer.

"I don't believe I slept the entire year." Richard stating, chuckling at the memory, "I didn't cut my hair for two months."

"Grandpa!" Rory breathed in shock.

The older man chuckled, "Oh yes! It was quite the scandal." He paused for a moment taking a sip of his scotch. "But in the end its all worth it."

"Yeah?" The young girl questioned, raising her eyebrows at the thought.

"My years at Yale were the most gratifying ones of my life. Just the sheer freedom of knowing that anything I wanted to learn, I could learn right there. Plus the history of the place the heritage - my father went to Yale." Richard explained, feeling a great sense of pride in sharing this with his granddaughter.

Rory nodded her head, opening another piece of chocolate, "I know."

Richard grinned at her attention, "I also made wonderful friends there. Friends I still have today."

"That must be nice," Rory grinned, eating the piece she'd just unwrapped.

Richard turned towards the entrance to the kitchen to establish they were still alone. "I'm going to be going back there next week. There's going to be a little reunion of the Whiffenpoofs."

Rory stared at her grandfather in pure confusion. "I'm sorry, the what?"

"It' s an acapella singing group I belonged to at Yale," Richard explained, taking another sip of his drink as his granddaughter took in the apparently shocking information.

"A singing group?" Rory's mouth dropped in shock.

The older man chuckled, nodding his head. "A very famous singing group, actually. Like the Beatles, but with better table manners."

"I've never heard you sing." She pointed out, attempting to imagine her grandfather singing, let alone in an acapella group.

"Well, I'm no Perry Como, but my shower hasn't kicked me out yet. Anyway, a group of us are going to get together at the old alma mater and have a little dinner, swap some war stories."

"Oh, that sounds fun."

"Excuse me." The maid apologised as she pushed passed Richard and Rory hastily.

"Did you see what I just saw?" Rory questioned, staring at her grandfather concerned.

"Walnuts." Richard sighed.

"Poor Grandma." Rory shook her head.

"You know, you might wanna come with me next week, to Yale," Richard suggested hopefully, clearly catching his granddaughter off guard by her puzzled expression.

"What?"

"I don't mean to the dinner, that would be boring for you, but you might enjoy seeing the school. Your mother could come to. It would be a fun little adventure." He asserted, gleaming with the thought of showing his granddaughter his old campus. "We could drive down, have a little roadside snack, get there about noon. Have a little tour, and then the two of you girls could go off and have fun, and the old folks can have a sombre little dinner. I think you d love to see it. I certainly would love to show it to you."

"Well sure, Grandpa. That would be nice." Rory agreed, seeing just how much this meant to her grandfather. In fact, she'd spoken to Macie just a day prior and she was set to be at Yale around the same time.


The dawn sky was a surge of blood orange. The sound of chorusing bees filled the morning autumn air as the tangerine leaves fluttered down on the Yale campus. The last stars were slowly fading away, no longer the beacons of light for the lost souls of the world. A wispy composition echoed through the tall luscious trees near Macie's boyfriend's apartment residence. The clouds of a beautiful summer sky were yet to be seen, as it was gradually becoming dome of aquamarine, as Macie watched from the window seat. The young twenty-two-year-old had returned from Oxford University yesterday to begin the final aspect of her degree, which she chosen to complete at home with Yale as her supervising school.

Macie had changed significantly over the past few years she'd spent in the United Kingdom. She was on the home stretch of her six-year medical degree with her due to graduate in April. The young girl had a polished and slightly tanned complexion, only thanks to the American summer she received when she returned home in the summer. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on her thick sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. Her petite angel-white teeth gleamed as she smiled gently at the scene outside the glass windows, the sky appearing on the empty streets without pause. Her perfectly painted fingernails, slowly intertwining with her curly, luscious, locks as she started to Dutch braid them.

Her magical, sapphire-blue eyes gazed over at her snoring Harry, her eyes catching the clock on his bedside table. It was almost eight in the morning, she took another glance out of the windows in his bedroom, taking in the sleepy sun. The young girl sighed, she knew today was important, but she wasn't awake and the jetlag certainly wasn't helping her understand why today was so significant. The brunette sat up against the wall in her window seat, stifling a yawn. That's when it finally hit her, Rory and Lorelai were coming to visit today! A large smiled tugged at the corner of Macie's cheeks as she clambered out of the window seat in a hurry. Rory had informed her of there visit in their weekly phone calls with Lorelai on Wednesday's and her video chats for Rory's French, English and Science tutoring on Thursday's and Monday's.

Macie tiptoed towards her suitcase, still yet to unpack from last nights flight and the subsequent party thrown by Harry in her honour. She silently unfolded her navy blue denim jeans, silk camisole, and collected her silver ballet flats off the shelf.

Harry stirred, rubbing her eyes as she rolled over in his sheets, to face Macie. "Morning, babe," Harry slurred half asleep, still rubbing his eyes groggily.

"Morning!" She giggled, placing a kiss on his lips before returning to the bathroom to apply her makeup.

"How are you not tired?" Harry questioned in disbelief, "You flew for almost 12 hours yesterday and then was up until one..."

Macie shook her head, "I'm exhausted but Lorelai and Rory are coming today and we're meeting up for dinner," She called from inside the bathroom as she applied her mascara.

"Alright, it's Saturday though," Harry complained, burying his back in the pillow.

"I know, and I'll wake you up this afternoon." She agreed, placing one final kiss on his lips before leaving his apartment, and heading across the road to campus.


Lorelai, Rory, Richard and Emily wandered around the Yale campus passing endless buildings and students all bustling about their daily lives. "Grandpa, that art gallery was amazing. Thank you." Rory breathed as the walked along the garden path.

Richard grinned at his granddaughter excitedly, "Yale has one of the finest collections of British art in the world. Louvre, schmouvre. Oh, I spent a lot of time in that gallery as a young man."

"I'll say you did," Emily smirked.

Lorelai stared at her mother shocked, "What was that I'll say you did?"

Emily grinned cheekily, "I just remember that that gallery was one of your father s favourite places to bring the ladies."

"What?"

"Emily," Richard warned his wife, not wanting to let his girls in on his complete life at Yale.

"It's where you took me on our first date." Emily reasoned, causing Richard to nod his head in agreement.

"So, Dad liked to impress em with the paintings." Lorelai chuckled, clearly hitting one of her father's nerves.

"Why did you bring this up?" He groaned, clearly wanting to move on.

"He was a master of the frown, step back, wrinkle and sigh." Emily chuckled, over exaggerating the moments he'd made on their dates.

"I did no such thing!" Richard retorted, completely horrified his wife was telling Lorelai and Rory about his techniques... what if they got the wrong impression.

"And then he'd talk about the paintings he had seen in Paris and the colours of Titian, and by the end of the date, you thought he was the most brilliant man in the entire world." Emily sighed, recollecting the memories of her first date with Richard as though it were yesterday they were exploring the Yale galleries together.

"Using Titian to score. Even Titian didn t do that." Lorelai chuckled, evidently enjoying these stories from her father's past.

"You shouldn't tell them this. They'll think I was some kind of lothario." Richard complained, worried how they'd view him, particularly Rory.

"Well, you were." She sassed.

"I was just a young single man who wanted to experience life." He reasoned, causing Lorelai to turn to Rory almost immediately.

"Don t ever fall for that line." She warned her daughter, clearly disgusted by her fathers validation for his actions.

Rory nodded her head, "I promise."

"You know, Emily, you weren t such an innocent little doe lost in the woods yourself." Emily gasped in shock as Richard moved to discuss Emily's actions.

"I beg your pardon?"

"They're turning on each other, I love it." Lorelai chuckled, as Rory searched around the campus hoping to run into a particular friend, even though they'd organised dinner.

"I'll have you know, I was happily involved in a very serious relationship when your mother decided she simply had to have me."

"Oh, the size of your ego, I swear." Emily groaned, walking faster down the Yale pathway.

"Linny Lott." Richard reminisced.

Emily groaned at the mere mention, "That mouse?"

"Oh, that mouse and I were engaged."

"Oh, you were not." Emily counted, disagreeing with her husband's words.

Richard chuckled shaking his head in response, "I'd given her my pin, I'd introduced her to my parents. The date was set, invitations mailed out."

"Mom." Lorelai gasped.

"Well, you couldn't marry Linny Lott. That woman needed directions to get to a point. Richard Gilmore, you are going to give these girls the wrong impression." She huffed her pace quickening again.

"What impression is that, Grandma?" Rory questioned, trying to suppress her smile.

"That you were the Helena Bonham Carter of the society set?" Lorelai claimed, knowing how defensive her mother was becoming by the second.

"I did not steal your grandfather, I simply gave him a choice."

Richard nodded his head in complete agreement, nostalgia washing over him as he remembered the night vividly. "When you showed up at my fraternity party in that blue dress, I had no choice."

"You stole my father with fashion."

"I can't believe you remember the dress." Emily sighed, delighted by her husband's memory of that steamy night.

Lorelai shook her head in shock though, "I can't believe you were the other woman."

"Oh, this is ridiculous."

"Another woman should be saying this is ridiculous." Lorelai laughed, as her parents stopped randomly beside a trash can. "This is where your father proposed."

"Really? By the trash can?" Lorelai questioned confused. Richard and Emily simply nodded, "Well, that's very romantic especially if you need to spit your gum out."

The pair continued to explain the proposal when Rory spotted a familiar face on a pathway adjacent to them. "Macie, Macie!" Rory called, failing to get the other brunette's attention but caught her mother's instead.

Lorelai noticed this too, "Excuse me, Dr Margaret Rose Gray," She shouted in the poshest English accent she could muster across the gardens of Yale. Macie turned around at the mention of her full name, knowing it had to be Lorelai, especially in that accent.

"Lorelai, your embarrassing us!" Emily groaned, not noticing the young girl her two girls were calling after. In fact, she had no clue it was her other little girl...


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