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AN: Thank you for all your kind reviews… You guys are great! This chappie had become so long that I cut it in two. All I can say is that I'm on a roll here…. Hahahaha so a new chappie will follow soon. Also thanks to Caroline's excellent guidance!

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Chapter 5. Are we there yet?

"So what should I pack?" Rory asked Logan who was slumbering next to her, absently drawing circles on her back.

"What?"

"To New York…"

"Yourself." He chuckled.

"It's one night, right?" He didn't answer. "Logan…" she nudged him.

"Mmmm.."

"Come on! Stay with me, Bubba!"

"Ace… I'm tired. Can we talk in the morning?" Logan laughed pulling her closer. Their little rift seemed to be on the background, though not forgotten by either of them. It was boiling under the service.

"Hmpf… Tell me something…"

"What?"

"Well anything about yourself."

"I hate grapefruits." He murmured.

Rory chuckled.

"Grapefruits?"

"Shhh… sleep. I'm going to kick you out, you know."

"No you won't"

"No. But I could. Your feet are freezing, you know that right?"

Rory chuckled and pushed her ice cold toes against his ankles.

"Ice cube," Logan hissed

"Well be my micro wave?" she asked coaxing him a grin.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

He sighed.

"Goodnight."

"Night." Rory replied snuggling up to him and closing her eyes.

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"Oh for gods sake!" Logan exclaimed, when Rory's fist hit him in the head again, when the alarm clock went off.

"Huh… sorry…" she mumbled. "Should've switched sides."

"I'm not giving you the left side of my bed!"

"Well then I guess you'll have to take the take the blows!" she stuck her tongue out at him. Not something that could go unpunished if it was up to Logan.

"AU!" Rory yelled when Logan's teeth sunk in her thigh. "You bit me!"

"You were asking for it." She rubbed the sore spot, pouting.

"You left a mark!" Logan pulled her hand away and saw that a bruise was indeed forming on her creamy white skin.

"I really despise you right now."

"Sorry…" He showered her leg with kisses.

"Still mad…" was Rory's response as she crossed her arms in front of her chest..

"Huh… wanna watch Grease?"

"No."

Logan smirked. "Wanna go tubbin'?

Rory bit on the inside of her cheek, trying to hide her smile.

"Come on… you know you want to. I have a present for you by the way."

He got out of bed and searched his closet. He handed her a little pink box with a huge blue ribbon on top. Rory pulled it off and couldn't help but burst out in laughter at the sight of the pink rubber ducky.

"You are forgiven." She said getting out of bed as well and taking his hand.

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"So about New York," Logan began. They were soaking in his bathtub, Rory leaning against him drinking coffee.

"Mmmmm…"

"Come with me tomorrow."

"Huh? You said Saturday."

"The charity, yes. But come with me tomorrow. I want you to meet someone and show you something."

"Who? What?"

She turned her head. Logan brushed some foam of her nose.

"I guess you'll have to wait and see."

Rory pouted.

"I guarantee you that you won't be sorry."

"I don't know I have to decipher the whole hierarchy of the early German Reich. It's such a chaos and we have to know all of them."

"I can help with that…" he said counting the freckles on her shoulder.

"And then there is Friday night dinner with my grandparents…"

"Which you could get out of, I'm sure."

Rory smiled.

"No further arguments?" Logan asked playfully. Rory splashed water in his face.

"Au! Soap alert!" Logan yelled rubbing his eyes.

"Oh no! Sorry!" Rory tried to turn around but she slipped and disappeared under water face forward.

Logan pulled her up, coughing and chortling.

"Aren't you a slippery one." He laughed.

"Meeeeh," Rory was waving her arms around, her eyes clenched shut to protect them from the pricking soap. Logan grabbed a towel and rubbed her face clean. Carefully she opened one eye, when nothing happened she opened the other one too.

Logan drew her closer, catching her mouth with his, playfully nibbling at her bottom lip.

"Ok" Rory sighed.

"Ok what?" he murmured.

"I'll come with you tomorrow." Logan smirked.

"Good."

"So what time are we leaving?" Rory whispered in between kisses.

"Early…" he brushed his lips against her again.

"How early?"

"Around …uhm …8"

Rory pushed him away.

"That is scandalous!"

"It's a pretty long drive. The longer we get to stay."

Rory raised her eyebrows.

"Who are we meeting?"

"You'll see. And I'm pretty sure you'll have a good time. And bring pants and a sweater."

"Loooooo-ooo—oooo—oooooo-hgan!" she exclaimed.

Logan only squealed the pink rubber ducky instead of answering.

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"Fruit of my loins!" Lorelei yelled. Rory held the phone further from her ear.

"Hi mom!" She pulled a sweater from her closet, sticking it in her overnight bag. "I need to ask you a huge favor!"

"Oh Lord! Tell me Bonnie! Is it illegal? Are we stealing something? Need a wheelman?"

Rory took a deep breath. She hated lying to her mother, but she had been doing so for the past 5 months. In a way there was no way back.

"I can't come to Friday night dinner."

"Why?"

"Paris planned this spontaneous trip to New York. Sort of a girls night out. I don't see her as much as I used to since she moved in with Doyle."

"You really miss her, don't you?" Rory's heart dropped. She did miss Paris in a way, but they saw each other often. It felt so wrong to use her as an excuse, since she was going to spend the weekend with her friend with benefits her mom new nothing about.

"I do."

"Well ok I'll distract grandma, you go have fun in New York! And don't do anything I wouldn't do."

You have no idea, Rory thought sadly. Logan was everything Lorelei despised: a privileged, rich heir of the highest circles of society. A guy her grandparents would put on a pedestal.

That's how she saw him too when she first met him. A cocky, rich, narcissistic and self-centered airhead born with a silver spoon, who didn't care about anything in life. Well in a way he was. He knew very well he was privileged and didn't hone to use that in his advantage. Cocky? Definitely. An airhead? He seemed that way, but Rory knew for a fact that he wasn't. He remembered everything he read and the head on his shoulders was everything but empty. He was good in what he did and he could be great if he would just put his mind to it. She new that he wrote. He rarely turned it in, but he did write, and the boy could write.. effortlessly. It shone through; his potential, intelligence, yet it seemed that no one could understand the depths of him. Boy, the guy guarded his walls well. It was frustrating to no avail! She sighed when someone knocked on the door. When she opened it the hallway was empty, but on the doormat stood a cup of coffee with a note.

She bent down to pick it up and read the note.

" See you at 8 AM. And don't pout, you'll love me later,"

L.

Rolling her eyes, she lifted the lid of the coffee and smelled it. Cinnamon. With a smile she closed the door behind her.

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"Early…" Rory whined. It was still semidark as Logan held open the door of his SUV and put Rory's back in the trunk next to his.

He smirked at the sight of Rory all crawled in her coat, eyes barely open.

"It's cold.." she mumbled.

"It will get warmer…" Logan smirked, climbing in the car and shutting the door. He started the ignition and turned on the road.

"Buckle up," he told her after a few minutes of silence. She looked at him.

"You who jumped of a 7 storied scaffold, dove out of a plane…"

"Do not want to scrape you of the highway, in case something happens. It's February, roads are slippery… Just fasten your seatbelt!" Rory laughed and did as she was told.

"Logan?"

"Yes?"

"What happened to your Porche? Isn't a SUV a bit inconvenient for New York?"

"Where we are going, Ace," Logan smirked, "you need four wheel drive."

Rory's eyes grew.

"I thought we were going to New York."

"We are. Tomorrow. I said it was on the way to New York."

"No you didn't!"

"Yes I did."

"No you didn't!"

"Fine maybe I didn't."

"Huh… maybe you did."

"Ace…"

Rory stared out of the window for a few moments.

"Are we there yet?" she then asked, coaxing him a groan.

"We are not re-enacting Shrek, Ace. That's Finns department. And I bet he would happily recruit you for the role of donkey."

"Yeah," Rory smiled, "I would make a great donkey."

"You do make great donkey." He mumbled.

"EX-CUSE me? You make a good Lord Farquaad."

"Eeeeew!" they yelled at the same time.

"Wrong on so many levels." Logan laughed.

"But seriously… I would make a good donkey, wouldn't I?" Rory asked him.

"Seriously?" He sighed, "Yes you would."

"That didn't sound convincing." Rory pouted. "Pay attention" She took a deep breath.

"I don't wanna die...! I don't wanna DIE! Oh sweet sister mother of mercy... I'm melting...! I'm MEEELTIIING!" she yelled.

"You're a stud, Ace," Logan laughed.

"As long as you know it."

"Oh I know it." He wiggled his eyebrows. Rory blushed profoundly.

"So where are we going?" she asked nonchalantly.

Logan let out a loud laugh, "You'll have to do better than that."

Rory opened her mouth.

"Save your breath, Ace." He interrupted with a grin, "We'll get there sooner than you'll crack me."

She pouted and stifled a yawn.

"Get some sleep." Logan winked, gently brushing his knuckles against her cheek. She wanted to protest but her eyelids involuntarily started sliding down and soon she was dreaming that she was tapping along Shirley Temple.

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An hour and a half later she woke up a little disoriented. They weren't moving and Logan wasn't sitting next to her. She stretched her arms and tried to figure out her whereabouts. It seemed a gas station in a small town.

Suddenly the door opened and Logan hopped in the car.

"Hey there, sleepyhead." He said handing her a cup of hot steaming coffee.

"Bless you," she smiled taking it from him.

Smirking he turned his cheek at her. Rory rolled her eyes and gave him a peck.

"That's more like it," They started driving again.

"How long did I sleep?" she asked nipping from her coffee.

"Hour and a half."

"So where are we going?" she tried again.

"To Omaha," Logan answered.

"Really!" Rory raised her eyebrows.

"No."

"But…"

"Just drink your coffee, Ace."

"Hmpf…"

Not long after that Logan turned into a small road, or at least Rory thought it was a road. Except for two tire trails it was one big sheet of white.

"We are almost there." Logan said.

" There where?" Rory asked confused. All she saw was trees and lots of snow. "Logan where are we! Are even still in the state?"

"Officially we are still in Connecticut but New York is on the other side of the lake not far from here."

"Where are you taking me?" Rory demanded.

"Relax, Ace, I'm not going to kill you and burry you… yet."

Rory hit him.

After 20 minutes out of the blue a beautiful stone manor appeared, surrounded by meadows now covered in a white blanket, in the distance Rory could distinguish stables and a snow-clad orchard and the whole property was surrounded by a thick forest. It was absolutely magical.

"So you want to know where you are?" Logan asked as they passed the gate.

Rory nodded her face nearly plastered to the car window.

"It's called Round Hill. My aunt lives here."

"This belongs to your family?" Rory gasped.

"Well it belongs to my aunt. But you'll see. Rose is not your average Huntzberger. Well she's actually not a Huntzberger at all. She's my moms younger sister. And she has more in common with Finn than with the Huntzberger clan."

Rory laughed. Logan's eyes lit up when he talked about this woman.

"She sounds very special."

"She is," He stopped the car.

"Watch out for the dogs…" Logan said as Rory opened the door.

"What do…?" She hadn't finished the sentence as 3 Boxers and a Chihuahua huddled around the car door, barking. With a yelp Rory shut the door.

"There are 3 dogs and a rat barking at me!"

"Rat! That's not nice, Ace! That is Napoleon. The leader of that four legged army."

Out of the house came a woman with scarlet curls falling over her shoulders. She was wearing jeans, an oversized grey woolen sweater, cowboy boots and a contagious smile.

"Logan! You are on time for once. Napoleon! Ozzy! Puddles! Big Mac!"

As the hurdle of furry animals disappeared, Rory dared to get out of the car. A bit shyly she watched the exchange of hugs and kisses between Logan and what she assumed was Rose.

"And you must be Rory!" Rose exclaimed enveloping her in a hug.

"I'm Logan's auntie. Rose. You already met the kids." The woman had the greenest eyes Rory had ever seen.

"Yes. I'm Rory. It's nice to meet you. Logan talks highly of you."

"He better!" She laughed. "Come inside! Frank made lunch."

She exchanged a glance with Logan who nodded and winked at her, before she followed the bouncy woman in the house. It was as beautiful as on the outside and although huge it felt cozy and warm.

"Frank! They are here!" Rose yelled.

"So for once he's on time!" a muffled yell returned.

"Miracles do happen, hon! I mean he brought a girl!" She smiled brightly at Rory.

She kicked out her boots in the middle of the hall and Rory noticed she had two different socks on.

"Come!" She took Rory's hand and started pulling her with her.

"But, Logan…"

"Logan will find his way. He practically grew up here."

In the kitchen a guy wearing a T-shirt, socks and a apron was stirring something on the stove.

"Hon. You forgot your pants." Rose stated.

"Jeez… how did that happen?" Frank remarked in a sarcastic voice.

"Huh… you getting old and senile?"

"You stealing them you mean?"

"I did not steel your pants!"

"Yes you did!"

"That's because you stole my bra!" Rose defended her actions.

"For the umpteenth time! I didn't take your bra!"

Rory watched the exchange before her, and smiled, suddenly feeling at ease.

Rose shrugged: "Well someone did."

"Did you watch in the couch already?"

"Huh no.. Now go get dressed you are scarring Rory!"

"Rory. Hi! Nice to meet you. I'm Frank, Rose' husband." He smiled warmly offering her his hand, which she took.

"It's nice to meet you, sir." Rory greeted politely.

"Sir? Who are you calling sir in here. It's Frank, just Frank. Napoleon is the only 'sir' in this household."

Logan chose that moment to enter the kitchen.

"Frank, long time no see," he said smiling and shook the older mans hand.

"Pretty girl you brought." Frank remarked. "And polite. She called me sir you know."

Rory blushed a dark crimson.

"I trained her well," Logan laughed.

"Miscreant," Rory mumbled smacking him in the head.

"AU!"

"Oh my God! I love you already!" Rose exclaimed.

"Hey! I'm your blood!" Logan replied mock hurt. "Mean to pick her side."

"Logan, I love you like a son, but you do need to get hit in the head once in a while."

"Oh … that's covered" Logan laughed winking at Rory.

"Should've let me sleep on the left." Rory pouted.

Rose and Frank exchanged a look and a smile.

"I made zucchini soup," Frank said with the pride of a father still stirring in the pan.

"Frank and zucchinis.." Rose sighed. "If you want something edible… I can make great eggs."

"Hey there missy! There is nothing wrong with my zucchinis!" Frank protested waving around a spoon.

"No, not with the zucchinis, but with you." She mumbled with a laugh.

"I would love some zucchini soup," Rory laughed.

"They are living kind of isolated from the world here," Logan whispered in her ear. "Hence the mental instability."

"Huh… I heard you practically grew up here… explains a lot …"

"What does THAT mean?"

"That you are pretty coocked too." She said tasting the greenish soup and struggling to keep a straight face. It was in one word hideous.

"And?" Frank waited in anticipation.

Rory swallowed with some trouble. "Mmmm…delicious."

Logan nearly broke down in laughter at the sound at Rory's voice. It sounded as if she was in pain.

Rose noticed it too.

"Frank, for heavens sake. Put some pants on!" she ordered.

As soon as Frank had left the kitchen she snatched the plate and drained the contents down the sink.

"You are braver than me, hon." Rose laughed. "And an angel for not breaking his bubble. Although someone will soon have to. He's driving me insane with his zucchinis. But hey that's love: you put up with each others zucchinis."

Rory smiled.

"Come on I'll show you your room. You can get settled a little." Rose pulled her up the stairs leaving Logan alone in the kitchen. He sighed and opened the fridge.

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Rory was staring out of the window. It was so beautiful. So peaceful and silent. So perfect. She didn't hear Logan come behind her and was a little startled when he kissed her neck.

"It's only me." He said. "And I'm bearing gifts." He handed her a turkey sandwich.

"Mmmm… Thanks" Rory mumbled sinking her teeth in it.

Logan watched her eat.

"Stop it." She mumbled with her mouth full.

"Why?"

"Because I'm eating."

"I happen to like watching you eat and read and sleep. Come to think of it I just like to watch you." He answered with a smirk plopping down on the bed.

"Pervert…"Rory mumbled taking another bite.

"Donkey."

"Voyeur!"

"Sexy." Rory blushed.

"Ha! I win," he laughed.

"Huntzberger! Where are you hiding!" A voice yelled.

A voice Rory didn't know but Logan seemed to distinguish in a blink. He got up from the bed, grinning like a madman and made his way out of Rory's room. Rory struck by curiosity, followed him. At the bottom of the stairs stood a beautiful girl about Rory's age. Her eyes were light blue, her hair golden and shining. She was tall and slim, like a model. Looking absolutely ravishing in the tight jeans she wore she flung her arms around Logan's neck as he spun her around.

"That was like for ever." She laughed. "Where did you hang out?"

"School?"

"Uhu… I bet." Logan put her down. "How long are you staying?"

"Till tomorrow…"

"So soon..?" She pouted.

"Yes, so soon."

"I'm sad."

"Sure you are."

"And who is this?" She asked eyeing Rory.

"Oh.. this is Rory. Rory Wendy." He said pointing to the girl next to him.

"Hi." Rory said.

"Hey… So Huntzberger you owe me a ride." She said completely ignoring Rory again.

"I do?"

"Yes! So get your boots on cowboy. Chinook is all saddled up."

Logan laughed.

"What do you say, Ace? In for a ride?"

"A race!" Wendy chimed in.

Logan rolled his eyes.

"A ride…"

Rory looked at the two. She didn't like horses, but most of all she didn't want to be a third wheel.

"No thanks. I don't ride."

"Come on, Ace… It's fun. And very pretty the time of the year."

"You go." She said with a smile.

"Ace.."

"Logan don't push the girl. If she said no, she meant no." Wendy said, grabbing his arm.

"You sure, Ace?" Logan asked.

Rory nodded. "Yeah, go.."

They left and Rory sighed. Somehow she felt so sad that Logan didn't try to get her to come. She knew she would've said yes eventually. But he didn't try. Usually he would bug her till she said yes. And although she would deny it to the grave she liked it. She liked it that he knew what button to push. He got her to do stuff she would never do if it wasn't for him. In a way she was grateful for that.

With a sigh she climbed the stairs again. In her room she grabbed her book and flopped down on the bed with it.