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AN: So here it is...Chapter 10. I hope it's to your satisfaction :) Thank you for all the reviews! You rock my socks!

Chapter 10 P for Piglet, Pasta and Pathetic.

"Today's flu attack, Thanksgiving! And then just sleeping with someone. This is NOT YOU!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not a child anymore, mom."

"No." Lorelai took her bag from the table. "I guess you're not."

With that as her last words she left, slamming the door behind her. Rory clasped her hand in front of her mouth stiffening a sob as tears spilled from her blue eyes.

Rory was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen and was staring at Logan's stirring hand.

"Ace, your eyes are starting to burn…"

"Huh? What?"

"Your staring… Did me stirring the sauce put you in some kind of hypnosis?"

She gave him a smile, but tears were brimming in her eyes.

Logan put down the spoon and approached her. He put his arms around her just as tears started dripping out of her sad blue eyes.

"Ace…" he sighed. "Once more.. and this makes it like the 5th time today. She doesn't hate you. Me at the utmost. But not you. Even if we overlook the fact that she is your mother… you are not the hating kind. You are completely and utterly lovable.. like…"

"…Piglet." Rory finished with a sniff. He had told her this numerous times. Yet she just couldn't shake off the angry and hurt look on her mothers face.

"Exactly" he smirked, "like Piglet."

"The spaghetti will overcook." She sniveled in his chest.

"Well, Martha… why don't you get up and save the spaghetti from doom." He offered and earned himself a pinch.

"The reprisals are painful again, that means you are feeling slightly better…"

Rory freed herself from his embrace and padded to the stove.

"Caref…" he warned turning around, but it was too late. Her hands clenched the handles and with a yelp she jumped back.

"It's hot…" Logan finished as he grabbed her, dragging her to the sink and holding her fingers under the cold water. She was crying again.

"Ace… come on, please… you'll get a headache from all the crying."

"She ha-a-a-tes mm-e," she sobbed.

"Piglet, Ace…. She doesn't hate you."

"Stop with the pig already!" she exclaimed brushing past him, angry, hurt and sad. She got her coat and slammed the door shut behind her.

It was too much. She had blown it with her mom and Logan being sweet to her… it didn't feel right. It made it only worse. She breathed in the freezing February air and looked at her fingers, red from the heat of the pan. How could she choose? Two persons she loved. Two persons important to her… Her mom was her role model, her Dalai Lama, her wisdom and her hero. A strong woman who managed to go from having everything to having nothing and to having everything she had dreamt of again. Yet Logan completed a part of her she didn't knew was in need of completion. He had challenged her and pushed her and she was drawn to his confidence and life spirit. He wasn't afraid of a confrontation and didn't beat around the bush. His honesty could be seen as offensive but she had found it refreshing. And now he had let her in it and she had seen the person, she had caught flashes of before. He was just human, with his fears and imperfections. He could be a serious, smart, quit bookish guy, On the other hand he was a dreamer. Something she wouldn't have looked for behind him and something she loved. In a way he was like her mother. Trying to make the best of the things (Hartford) life threw at him and seeking for his path in there.

Logan sighed, the door slam still echoing in his head. He contemplated whether to go after her or let her be and chose the latter. She knew where to find him. Hell, if there was one thing he knew, was that everything came in it's own time. So would she.

He needed to pack for his trip the following day and threw the overcooked and sad pasta in the trash bin.

Hours later she still hadn't come back, nor had she called and he was starting to get worried. The urge to call HER was so big that he had to fight himself to not pick up the phone. He was sitting on the couch starring at it intensely, just laying there on the coffee table, mocking him.

"Come on ring!" he mumbled.

Great, was his next thought, I'm talking to a piece of plastic. What was that girl doing to him? He jumped up when the his phone started vibrating on the table, a blue light emphasizing the fact that it was calling him.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Logan."

His expression clouded. A 50 year old, media tycoon with too high a blood pressure and real bad character, was not what he was expecting.

"Dad,"

"I was making sure, you were going to get on that plane to Chicago tomorrow morning."

Logan sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I am. Anything else?"

"Yes, leave your hostility at home and don't you dare being late." He grunted, before a dial tone filled his ear.

With a click that seemed to bounce of the walls, Logan shut the phone an got up. It was closing to midnight and if he wanted to get some sleep at all he better went to bed. Yeah right, he thought with a sigh, for a moment cursing his girlfriend, as if he could fall asleep.

"You are pathetic with a capital P." Rory said out loud to herself laying in her bed in her cold and empty apartment.

It seemed as if she couldn't be alone anymore, now Paris had moved out. She wanted to go to Logan's place and crawl in his bed. But she couldn't just do that after the way she had left. And in only a few hours he would be on a plane to Chicago and she wouldn't see him for 4 whole days.

"Ah!" she sat up in bed. Great Gilmore now you are going to wake him up. Storming out was not enough…NOOOOH… miss Gilmore has to barge in again and deprive him of his sleep. She pulled on her coat and shoes and hurried to his apartment. God, she hated, walking alone at night.

"Good evening, miss Gilmore." Eddy greeted at the door. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes…" She tried to figure out why the man was looking at her funny. And then it hit her. She was wearing pink Snoopy pajama's underneath her coat.

She blushed.

"Ehm… I couldn't sleep?"

Eddie laughed. The warm, kind laugh, that she always had thought Santa would have.

"Well… I don't see why you couldn't just go up, miss."

"Rory."

"Rory." He smiled.

"Thank you, Eddie. Have a good night."

"You too, Rory, you too."

She entered the elevator and pressed 4. It slowly started moving up and she realized how often she came here. Since that… she knew now… faithful night in January. About a month had passed. A month that had brought their relationship to a new level. The elevator pinged, letting know that it had arrived at the floor of choice. She stepped out in to the dim lit hallway and knocked on the door. She knew the key was behind the loose brick, behind the plant, but it didn't feel right to let herself in. Not after the way she had left.

A persistent knock on the door woke Logan from his catnap. Great, he thought, finally he had gotten in some kind of sleep and now he was wide awake again. He opened the door and found a blown about Rory on the other side. Before he could do or say something she wrapped her freezing hands around his bare waist, causing him to hiss.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I'm really really sorry. You didn't deserve that."

He escaped her icy embrace and took a step back. She looked at him with her big blue eyes.

"I'm not mad, Ror. It's just you are…" he shivered seizing her up. "Did you come here by foot?"

She nodded.

"And it was scary. I mean I thought some lunatic was lurking behind every corner."

He let out a laugh.

"I don't think any lunatic would have harassed you. First of all your shoes don't mach. Then you are wearing a red coat over pink Snoopy pajama's and your hair…. Frankly you look a lot like a lunatic yourself."

She looked at her feet. One in a tennis shoe the other in an old pink sneaker, giving him a sourish smile.

"And you are freezing. You'll get sick. Come here." He pulled her inside.

Peeling her coat off of her and drawing her to the bathroom, letting the shower run till it was steaming. Rory just let him undress her and stood motionless while he pulled down his pajama pants and tugged her in to the green tiled walk-in shower and under the hot spurt of water.

"Hot," she uttered when the water hit her skin.

"Good," he smirked, turning her palms around, checking for burn wounds.

"It wasn't bad," she said, leaning against his chest and shutting her eyes when his arms drew her closer.

"You know what I'm afraid of?" she asked.

"That she hates you?"

"No… yes.. but it's more that I'll have to make a choice… between you and her."

"Ace… that is absurd. She has no ground for hating me…."

"The 5 months of casual sex."

"Yeah… except that… But seriously. You don't have to chose. Not between me and her. On the other hand you do have A choice."

Rory turned around facing him.

"You can leave this the way it is and wait it out…maybe she'll approach you, maybe she won't… Or… you can take the initiative. Go talk to her. Explain her why… I'm curious about that too by the way."

"Well… I don't think any mother would like her daughter having casual sex."

"Ace… you know better than that."

"Better than what?"

"Than selling me that crap. We both know your mother is different. She wouldn't like me maybe but… she wouldn't lash out at you if you would be straight forward with her from the start."

Rory opened her mouth to defense herself but closed it again.

"It's ok," he smiled kissing her hair. "You don't have to tell me."

"Do you think I'm a needy, pushy girlfriend?" she then asked him.

"Excuse me? Where did that come from?"

"Well if you think about it… New York… now my mom… I'm like a total.. "

"Nutcase." Logan finished. "Needy, pushy girlfriend…huh… the things your head comes up with… seriously."

"So you don't think that?"

"Ace, we all have our bad days."

"Yeah…" she sighed. "It's just… ridiculous. You lost your mom, your step mom is horrible and your dad is constantly breathing down your neck. And here come I with my…" she used air quotes." Issues."

"Yes… you are a pain in the ass and the straw that broke the camels back. You horrible horrible human being…" Logan sighed.

"Poor camel…" Rory chuckled.

"Poor me…"

Rory watched Logan sleep for a while. He had dosed off as soon as his body had hit the soft sheets. She was going to talk to her mother in the morning. Logan was right. She shouldn't be crying about something she had caused herself until she had exhausted every option of making it right.

"Thank you." She whispered, kissing her fingers and lightly brushing them over his lips.

In response the arm he had casually draped over her waist tightened. Rory smiled and closed her eyes.

"Logan?" she called, sleep evident in her voice.

"Shh… go back to sleep." He answered fixing his tie.

"What time is it?" she yawned.

"6."

"Do you have to go?"

"Yes, my needy, pushy girlfriend, I do." He smiled, scooting down next to the bed and kissing her cheek, "Lock the door on your way out?"

"Are you kicking me out?"

"Nooooo…. I'm just saying: lock the door when you leave. I mean I don't want to find a bear in my fridge or some squatter."

"You live in a building with a doorman…"

"Bears can be sneaky, squatters too…" With a last peck, he got up and put on his coat.

"Bye…" she called.

"Bye, I l…ll call you." He swallowed. What was that? He nearly hit the closed door. Jesus, Huntzberger, get a grip. Writing it off to the hour and the amount of sleep he got in the elevator and pressed 'G'.

AN: Here it was...:) Next chapter... Rory's attempt to smooth things out with Lorelai. And ooooh Valentines Day is coming up ;) I hope you liked it. Please leave a review. :)