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AN: The holidayseason is always a busy one for me, so I wanted to update, but didn't really find the time. First of all, I want to say happy 2007 to all of you!!! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and didn't suffer from the bubbly on New Years Eve lol. :) My midterms start next week (I know scandalous!!! Just after winterbreak : ), so I'll have to dive in my books for a while... but I'll do my best to update Lorelai's visit as soon as I can :):) Cheers! And as always: Thank you for your great reviews!

Chapter 12. Revelations

Rory opened the door of her dorm balancing her books, grocery bag and 2 coffee's in her arms. Everything was still as she had left it numerous hours ago… His clothes were still scattered on the living room floor, the note she had left on the table seemed untouched. He couldn't still be in bed, could he? She peaked in her bedroom and shook her head upon seeing him in her bed, apparently still dead to the world. She hung up her coat, picked up his clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Logan?" she whispered in his ear.

"Mmmm…"

"Logan, are you still breathing?"

"Mhm." She chuckled laying down behind him and propped herself up with her elbow. He twitched with a grunt when she started playing with the hair in his nape.

"Logan...It's 4 p.m." she coaxed.

"Ace…" he whined.

"No. Open your eyes." He rolled on his back and opened his beautiful eyes with a sigh.

His disheveled unshaven and barely awake appearance made her heart jump and she pressed her lips on his, causing him to chuckle.

That's better he thought, running his fingers through her silky hair. The best medicine for a mental breakdown after spending 4 days with Mitchum Huntzberger. Rory sighed happily resting her head on his chest. His fingers traced her eyebrow and cheek, finally coming to rest under her chin, compelling her to look at him.

"Hey you…" he said.

"Hey…I have breakfast or lunch or maybe…an early dinner?"

"You rock my socks. New sweater?" He asked fingering the dark blue cashmere, a small smile playing on his lips. Rory put on her bambi eyes, a light pink creeping up her cheeks.

"Let me guess. You got it from… Huntzberger & Clo."

She laughed.

"You mean co?"

"Noooo, I mean clo. As in closet. Woman, what am I going to do with you? You are everywhere."

She blushed.

"Sorry, I should have asked." She tried to get up, but his arms were heavily weighing her down.

"You look very very sexy in it. As you do in all my clothes. Hmm… maybe I should try on yours."

"If you fit in my pants I'm going to kill myself." She chuckled.

"Who said anything about pants? I'm more a skirt kind of guy…"

"You do have the legs…"

"Why thank you."

She ran her fingers over his leg. "You'd have to shave though. The yeti look is so 2005."

"Rose' birthday is next month." He suddenly changed the subject.

"It is?"

He nodded.

"Care to join me?"

"To Round Hill?"

"Yup."

She was startled at first, but then an immense happiness floated into her. Not only had she fallen in love with the whole scenery there, but also with Rose and Frank and even more with Logan if that was possible.

"I..I would love to!"

"Well good." He smiled. "All settled then." They lay in silence for a while. Logan twisting a strand of her hair between his fingers, Rory fingering the hem of her sheets, her head resting on his chest.

"Logan?" she started and he hummed in response.

"Mom wants to meet you… So I said we would have dinner with her… tomorrow."

She could have sworn his heart missed a beat under her ear.

"What?!"

"Mom…she is coming here tomorrow and I kind of said you would be dining with us?"

"But!" he tried to form a sentence to no avail.

"Logan, you are not afraid of my mother." She rolled her eyes.

"YES I AM!" he called out.

Rory crossed her arms in front of her chest. Logan was draped over her couch like an old blanket. Unbuttoned shirt, unfastened belt, no socks and overabundant facial hair, a cup of coffee balancing on his chest, his eyes fixed on the TV.

"Logan…" No reaction. "Logan, you can't keep ignoring me! I said I was sorry! I should have asked you first. Now I can call her and tell her that my boyfriend is too big of a woos to face her, OR you'll suck it up and meet my mom, who is NOT hating you by the way! Boy I liked you better when you had balls." She mumbled the last.

Logan blinked a few times, slowly set down his coffee and continued to stare at her. His girlfriend had just called him a ball-less woos. It wasn't as much the insult that had him completely staggered, it was that it was from Rory's lips. Rory, who even had trouble saying ass… Rory who made it a mission to save every spider in the proximity. A mission involving several utensils (to not hurt their legs, she had told him). His sweet innocent Rory. Here and now he burst out in laughter. Rory raised an eyebrow, it really wasn't that funny.

"I'm insulted, Ace, really…" he whipped his eyes.

With a roll of her azure eyes she picked up a pillow and swung it at his head. She hit him once, twice… as if something had possessed her. Still laughing he got a hold of the pillow and tried to wrestle it out of her hands. Her eyes held almost a wild sparkle in them, her face was flushed when he pulled her, pillow and all, against him. He ignored the pain when her elbow hit him in the head unintended and jerked the pillow out of her hands tipping them and the couch over and landing on the floor with a thud.

Rory's out of breath laughter was muffled by his shoulder and he chuckled.

"So what restaurant?" he asked.

"Pepé's?" Rory suggested.

Logan made a face.

"Adriana's is better."

"No, I like the pasta better at Pepé's" She protested.

"The pizza's and lasagna are better at Adriana's"

"Fine Bankok Gardens then?"

"Not really in the mood for Chinese."

"The Rainbow Café?" Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want a hippie in bell-bottom pants and a flower power vest to serve dishes like 'peace-loaf' to your mother?"

"I think she would en…"

"Ace, although I can appreciate the occasional Beatnik, I don't want to listen to Ginsberg all night," he cut her off and she sighed.

"Fine… what DO you want?"

"Union League?"

"Too preppy. Mom is not the regular 'pop collar polo, tennis skirt, ribbon, pearls, overabundant hair products, Nantucket Country club' kind of girl."

"Is that how you see me?" Logan asked eyebrows raised but eyes laughing.

"Tennis skirt, pearls and overabundant hair products?" She pretended to think about it and got a pinch.

"You know it's a common misconception that preppies are snobs or inapproachable. They are not as rich as people may think they are," he reasoned.

"Are you complaining about your financial resources?" She looked at him. They were still laying half on the floor half on the tipped over couch. Rory on top of him.

"No, it's just…"

She let out a laugh.

"Logan… I think you can be very preppy. All the pearls aside. But I don't view you differently because of it. Because I know you are not a snob. Deep deep deep down." She smirked.

"You are mean today." He pouted.

"We still don't have a restaurant. There must be a place in New Haven where they… Dempsey's!!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"Well that's the finest establishment ever established for eating…" Logan started.

"All settled then."

"…if it wasn't closed."

"It's closed?" Rory glowered.

"Yeah, till march."

"Well that stinks. How do we survive here? No food…"

"We order in or cook…"

She gave him smile, one that couldn't mean much good.

"Aaaaace, no…" he whined.

"What? Come on you can make a great lasagna and I would help you. I could make the salad. Chop the tomatoes and..."

"Wow there, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you handling sharp objects."

"Thy, nonbeliever! I can handle a knife quit gracefully, thank you very much."

"That's what I'm afraid of…" He chuckled.

"So…"

He kissed the tip of her nose and smirked.

"My place?"

"Ooooh I love you!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and showering his face with kisses, "I'm going to the store! You shave!" she scrambled to get up, a knee hitting Logan in a not too strategic place.

"Ow, Ace! You are all but gentle you know that?!"

"And clean up the mess you made!!" She yelled before the door slammed shut. Logan sighed with a chuckle while getting up and repositioned the blue couch in it's dignified pose.

"Logan! Are you there! Pickup the phone!" his sisters voice made him cringe. The answering machine was shaking in fear, he was certain of it.

"That bitch doesn't have ANY right to dictate my life!!!! I hate her! And I hate that stupid school! And I hate dad! He doesn't do anything about that gold digging low life wh…"

"Okaysies! I get the point!" he cut her off after he had snatched the phone.

"So you are there! Were you there all the time?"

"I just got home. Now would you stop scaring Satan and talk to me… at about 40 dB instead of 160. I'm not deaf…yet."

"I hate it here at Georgetown. Those girls are so…argh! Blegh! I want to go back to Deerfield! And when I'm home on weekends she is just SO there! Parading around and dragging me to the club and she actually wants me to call her MOM! Are you throwing up already?"

"I'm getting there…"

"And she tried to pay off Conner! So he stops seeing me and and he broke up with me! And can you blame him?! I can't!"

The rage suddenly altered in sadness and he could hear her upset sobs. Logan sighed. This was not the first time, she had called him in this stage. And he was willing to bet his allowance on it, that it wasn't the last.

"It's not fair." She blubbered.

"I know…"

"You don't know! You are never here anymore!" she yelled.

"Lena," he rubbed his eyes.

"No, don't Lena me! When was the last time you were home?"

"I was busy."

"You always are…like dad."

"Now you listen to me," his tone dropped, "You are not the only one. I hate that woman too…and I don't know if you noticed, but dad and me, not exactly getting along. I don't want to be in that house longer than absolutely necessary and damn you if you blame me for it. But I do. I come home for you! And the fact that it's been almost 2 moths since I last was there, is because I was busy. The universe does not exist out of solely you!"

It was silent on the other end for a while.

"I just miss you," she then softly said, "and I cant deal with this all by myself. I so need a break. Will you come this weekend?"

It hurt him to turn her down. He heaved a deep sigh.

"You're not…" his younger sister concluded.

"I'm sorry…"

"Well, can I come to New Haven? Stay with you?" she asked in a small voice.

"Lena, you have school, I have school and R…" It hit him that he hadn't told her about Rory. Now he really felt guilty. Desperately he tried to remember the last time they had talked.

"and Rory's mother is coming here tomorrow," he finished hesitantly.

"Who is Rory?"

"My girlfriend," he almost mumbled.

"The line is bad. Did you just say girlfriend?"

"I did."

"How?! When?! Who?! Why?!" Logan chuckled. That was Lena again.

"I really feel bad for not telling you, sis."

"I would kick you if you were here!"

"I'm sorry… it slipped my mind."

"If playboys had a spiritual leader it would be you!!!! How does something like that slip your mind?!"

"The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma." He heard the door open and close.

"Hey, are you here?" Rory called.

"Living room!" he yelled

"Rory?" Lena asked.

"Yes. I'll try to come next weekend, okay?"

"Aw, Logan, please?"

"No, Lena. I have no time to come pick you up, I have plans…"

"I'm giving you the bambi-eyes."

"Your bambi-eyes have some serious competition." He smiled when Rory entered the room and hopped on the couch next to him sticking her cold red nose in his neck.

"Bye, Lena."

She sighed. "Bye, Logan."

He threw the phone on the coffee table and turned to Rory, catching her icy lips with his.

"Your sister?" she whispered.

He hummed.

"I want to meet her…"

"You will…" he answered, gently biting on her bottom lip.

"When?"

She straddled him, her hands caressing his face.

"Someday…" His warm hands traveled under his sweater and made contact with the smooth skin of her back, coaxing her to arch it.

"Are you planning on shaving? This millennium?" she asked, her eyes half closed, a smile playing on her lips.

"Don't you think it's masculine?" he snickered.

"Not if I can braid it."

"Rory?" His face inched closer to hers.

"Mhm…"

"Shut up..." he smirked, before attacking her lips. He hoisted them up loosing his balance for a moment and knocking over the lamp.

"I can walk, you know…" She smiled kissing his neck.

"Well, my fair maiden, you are lucky to have a strong boyfriend as myself, so you can be carried around."

"Strong huh?" she teased.

"Well I can lift your butt, can't I know?"

"Was my butt just insulted?" she gasped.

"I wouldn't dare!" he laughed, kicking the door of his bedroom shut.

"Aw come on! Let me chop something," Rory bounced grabbing a knife.

"Ace! Remove hands from knife."

"But…"

"REMOVE hands from knife." He laughed.

"Party pooper…you don't let me do anything." She pouted hopping on the counter.

"Wash the lettuce."

"Wash the lettuce?" She made a face. "That's for babies."

"And that comment makes you how old?" he smirked.

That smirk soon disappeared, and he threw the knife on the floor with a curse, trying to get a hold of a tea towel, while clenching his hand.

Rory got off the counter and picked up the knife, putting it in the sink.

"Let me see," she said softly.

"It's fine." Logan growled.

"I can see that," she took his hand and removed the towel.

A red gash across his palm had colored the white towel in a bright red. The blood now dripping from his fingers on the kitchen floor made her cringe. She hauled him to the bathroom, sitting him down on the edge of the tub and started searching the cabinets till she found gauze and disinfectant. In silence she cleaned the wound and wrapped his hand in the gauze. All the while Logan was looking at her.

And it was then that he knew it for certain. He loved her. There was no doubt, no hesitation, no ambiguity. It was as much there as the air he was breathing, as rhythmic as his heartbeat. She looked at him after fastening the hem of the bandage and smiled, still holding his hand in hers.

"There…" With his free hand he cupped her cheek, brushing an astray eyelash away and was about to say the words, he knew she wanted to hear, when the intercom zoomed.

He kept staring at her, till she pulled him back to reality.

"Shouldn't you get that?" she smiled.

He groaned getting up.

"It's probably Finn…Lost his keys or pants or.. mind.." he mumbled, pushing the button of the intercom.

"Yes?"

"Mister Huntzberger?" Eddie's voice filled his ear.

"Logan, Eddie."

"Logan… your sister is here."

Not funny, Finn, he thought.

"Is she ugly and Australian?"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Could you put her on, please?"

"Of course…"

"Hey big brother! Surprise!!!!"

He was flabbergasted for a moment.

"Lena?!"

TBC…