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AN: Hello everybody, finally here the next instalment. I know I suck. Please don't hate me. Hate my school; hate my friends, but not me. Lol. It is summer vacation though and technically I have the time to write so I'll try to do just that. Next week I'm leaving and will be internet-less for about 3 weeks (cry!)…so chances of an update in those 3 weeks are slim…but I will try to write as much as possible so that I have something to update when I can get internet-access :). Also I will try to put update info on my profile. So that you - if you chose so- can see when my next update is. It also a good motivation since I always try my best to meet deadlines lol. Anyway. Here is the second homecomings-chapter. Hope you like it! Please please review!!!!!!

Chapter 16 Homecomings II

We need to talk. That's how all the pleasant conversations with Mitchum Huntzberger started. And usually when it had to do with him those conversations meant nothing good. Logan looked over the rim of his newspaper and frowned. They were sitting at a breakfast table set up in the dining room, a rarity in itself. Mitchum actually home for one and eating breakfast with his family. An extraterrestrial event, indeed.

"We do? I was actually enjoying the peace and quiet." The coffee cup hitting its saucer echoed through the room in disapproval of that comment.

"I think we need to work on that project, Mel." Lena said getting up. She was not too fond of the 'we need to talk-conversations' between her brother and father. It always turned ugly and they were both unbearable in the remains of the day. Logan watched his sister and her friend leave silently and resumed reading.

"I talked to your study adviser." Mitchum started, "According to him, you could have been done by last September if you really wanted to. Care to explain to me why you are still wasting my time?"

Logan sighed, putting down the paper and standing up.

"SIT DOWN!" Mitchum barked. "I am not going to sit here and watch you waist your future. Not anymore! You are going to finish school this year. No more procrastinating. Get off your damn ass!"

Logan rolled his eyes. He was aware that that was a lame reaction, but it was the only thing he could summon himself to do.

"No! Look at me! This is the last wasted year. There is a paper in L.A. we are planning on taking over in June. I want you there."

Logan scoffed.

"L.A.?"

"Yes, L.A.. But if you are going to keep this up, boy, I am going to send you to Alaska. I swear to God, I will make your life miserable if you are not going to pull your act together this minute."

"You are going to make my life miserable?" Logan let out a pained laugh, "I'm not sure you can make me more miserable than I already am. But hey, good luck."

"You have no idea what miserable is! You have such a good life that you don't know what to do with yourself anymore. Well no more! Are we clear?!"

Logan looked at the furious man in front of him and wished that he could throw it out. His frustrations, his anger. He wished that he could just walk away. Give him the finger and walk away, not turning back.

"Yes." He then muttered.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes." He said louder.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I will finish school, sir." He replied through gritted teeth.

"Glad we are clear." Mitchum nodded getting up and left the room.

"I hate you." Logan whispered, his gaze fixed on his fathers back. It was barely audible but for a split second he could have sworn Mitchum's steady pace faltered before picking up again as he disappeared out of sight.

Rory snuggled deeper in her covers, savouring the warmth and trying to ban the feeling that something or someone was stroking her nose out. Her eyes fluttered open and she was surprised to see a pair of chocolate ones staring back.

"Hi," Logan smiled, propping his head up.

"Hi… What are you doing here?" she answered with a groggy voice and stiffened a yawn.

"Can't I come see how my girlfriend is doing?" he smirked, "How are you feeling?"

"Better," she smiled, "You drove all the way from Hartford?"

"Yep."

"Why?" she asked.

"Lets see," he kissed her jaw, "I think it has to do with the fact that I hate it in Hartford and needed an excuse to get out. There is also the small detail that I love you…but who is counting." Rory suppressed a moan when his lips moved to her ear and grazed her earlobe.

"Logan…" she complained when his hand moved under the covers and found the hem of her pyjama top. He didn't listen running his palm over her stomach, cupping her breast and teasingly brushing his thumb over her nipple.

"Logan!" she tried to dig his hand from under the covers and from under her top, "We…YOU can't do this."

"Why not?" he asked puzzlement dancing on his features.

"Because—" she stopped and let her eyes run over his body, "Oh my God! Why are you naked? Are you crazy?!" she scolded in a loud whisper, "What if my mother comes in!"

"Now why would your mom walk in here?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why? For the reason that—" She sat up in bed and looked around in absolute confusion. She watched the dust dance in the rays of daylight falling through the large windows onto the hardwood floor. It was strangely beautiful and she gazed into the light. It was Logan's voice that got her out of her trance…followed by her own.

"Hello, you've reached Rory and Logan. We can't pick up the phone right now, because we're doing something we really enjoy…"

"Logan!"

"Rory likes doing it up and down..."

"Logan!!! Shut up right now!"

There was a laugh followed by an OW before the message continued.

"And I like doing it left to right...reaaal slowly."

"I'm going to hit you again!"

"OWW! Leave a message, and when we're done brushing our teeth we'll get back to you. Get your head out of the gutter, missy! Oh and Finn if this is you… you left your pants here!"

The beep was preceded by some rummaging, a scream and hysteric laughter.

"Hey. It's Seth. I can't reach you on your cell, Huntzberger. Where are you? Did Rory kill you for this machine message? Anyway we still need to go over the last details for…."

She turned to face him.

"What was that?"

"Our answering machine message?"

She raised her eyebrows and Logan raised his hands in surrender.

"I know. I know. I said I would change it. I haven't gotten to it. And you have to admit …it's funny. Besides I wanted to do it together and we have been missing each other these past few days." He smirked.

She simply gaped at him trying to grasp what in the name of God he was talking about.

"Come on don't look at me like that."

"What?" She felt a headache coming up.

"You are looking at me like the time that Finn toilet papered the kitchen…and that wasn't even my fault."

A red armchair caught her eye. "What is my chair doing here?"

"You wanted it there. It's been standing there for almost a year…You look funny."

"We are living together?"

"I know shocking…" He smirked and got out of the bed putting on a pair of sweatpants.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

He leaned over kissing her soundly on the lips.

"To get the answering machine…"

Rory sighed letting herself fall back in the pillows and rolled on to Logan's side of the bed to reach for the framed picture standing there, when she hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow…" Rory rubbed her butt and took in her surroundings. Her old room, her old house. This was the oddest dream she had had in a while. Living with Logan. It seemed as if the question was even hunting her in her dreams. She climbed back onto the bed and sighed, trying to understand whether it had been a good dream or a bad one. She then smiled. She could almost see Finn papering the kitchen, them fighting over the answering machine, waking up together every morning before her as if it were vivid memories instead of a lucid dream.

"Are you ok?" Lena asked leaning against the doorpost of Logan's bedroom.

"I'm fine," he grumbled not looking up from the TV-screen he had his eyes fixed on.

"What are you watching?"

"The Office."

"Well for a show that funny, you are not doing much laughing," she said coming closer.

"He is gone. Shira is at her spa. I actually think she is afraid of you." Lena chuckled, "And Melissa just left. It's just you and me…and Twinkies!" She waved around with a pack.

She chuckled when his eyes lit up briefly. It wasn't much but it was something. He still wasn't making much attempt to lighten up.

"Come on… You know you want to. You can't say no to the quintessential junk food. You want me to deep-fry them?"

He made a face.

"Give me my Twinkies! Not battered if possible."

"The Twinkies come with my company so move your ass."

"That's not how I raised you!" he gasped moving to the side and letting her jump on the bed.

"I wonder what happened, besides the fact that ….you didn't raise me."

"Oh yeah…I keep mixing things up. It was the hellhound of Hades that did."

"Remember I have the Twinkies and I'm not afraid to use them."

"Just hand them over and shut up."

"Just hand them over and shut up." She mimicked him and threw the junk food in his lap, turning up the volume.

"Bros before hoes. Why? Because your bros are always there for you. They got your back after your ho rips your heart out for no good reason. And you were nothing but great to your ho, and you told her that she was the only ho for you. And that she was better than all the other hoes in the world. And then suddenly...she's not yo' ho no mo"

Logan grinned, took a bite and looked at his baby sister who was laughing while shoving a Twinkie in her mouth.

"I love Michael!" she snickered looking at him, "What?"

"Thank you," he said, "And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I try to not think about this place when I'm not here…overlooking the fact that you are here as well."

"You just be grumpy," Lena smiled, acknowledging his thank you and his apology and ruffled through his hair, causing him to growl.

"I am"

"Good. Throw a nice frown in there." She teased.

"Shut up. I'm missing half the episode."

"I'm going to do it." Rory stated walking into the kitchen and pouring herself a mug of coffee. Lorelai looked up from the Stars Hollow gazette.

"You are going to swim the English Channel? Climb Mount Everest? Enlist in the US army?"

"Move in with Logan." Rory said with a radiant smile.

"Wow. Are you sure? It's a big step. Shouldn't you get to know each other better?"

"I want to leave a message on the answering machine together and I want Finn to toilet paper our kitchen. I want to read our paper and sit on our couch and I want… I want to be with him."

Lorelai forced a smile.

"Aren't you moving too fast, Rory?"

"Yesterday you said nothing. You said it was my decision. Don't do this."

"It is your decision and I know you love him—"

"And he loves me. And he asked me. It's…for the first time he is the one making a step in this relationship. I made the first move, I said that I loved him first, I wanted commitment and now he says he wants to live with me. By doing this for Valentines day and saying he loves me he called the bet and with asking me to move in he raised it."

Lorelai was silent for a little while. She had never heard Rory talk this way about Dean or Jess. She knew Logan loved Rory. She had seen it during their dinner together and him showing up at the Gilmore's was merely a confirmation, but she also knew Logan was not in his element in this one. He didn't have any history of prior long term relationships.

"It's a jump, a risk. But it's okay as long as he is holding my hand. You should jump too. "

"What?"

"With Luke?"

Lorelai blinked a few times.

"I'm not blind you know." Rory smirked grabbing her phone from the counter and punching some numbers.

"Colin? Oh hey, Finn. No, earth is not invaded by an armada of flesh eating robots, but I do need your help…"

Rory let herself fall on the bed. It was 3 in the morning. The apartment was a complete mess. She was beat. Moving was one thing. Moving within a day was another. Add Colin and Finn in the mix and you got yourself a circus that was out of proportions. She needed to clean up this place, before Logan came home, but first –she rolled up in a little ball on a not cluttered spot on the bed- she needed to close her eyes for just a minute.
"Logan? Logan!"

Logan flinched at the sound of his name coming out his father's mouth. Somehow that man was incapable of saying something lovingly…or normally for that matter. It was always, a growl, a shout.

"Logan!" The door flung open, revealing a frowning Mitchum, "Didn't you hear me?"

"I think they heard you on the west-coast."

"Guess who I ran into this afternoon at the club."

Logan raised his eyebrows turning off the TV.

"Was it Adolf Hitler?" he mumbled.

"What was that?" Mitchum boomed.

"I said I have no idea."

"Sure you did," Mitchum glared, "I talked with Richard Gilmore. Apparently you are dating his granddaughter."

"Apparently."

"And when were you going to share this? Richard is a friend of mine! I will not have you screw that girl!" He pointed his index finger at him.

"Who says I'm screwing her," Logan shouted getting of the bed, "Is it so hard to believe that I care about a girl?"

"I know you, Logan. The only person you care about is yourself. You treat everyone else like shit! You bring tramps to functions and screw society girls, leaving it up to me to mend the damage, just to get at me. You have no respect for them and no respect for me! Don't you start about caring!"

Logan smirked bitterly. Talk about a paradox. If there was one person that was completely self-absorbed it was Mitchum Huntzberger. Even he was a part of his grand plan of his Mitchum-topia. And if one of the particles of his universe didn't act exactly as mighty Huntzberger commanded earth shook with thunder.

"Don't flatter yourself. You have a very high opinion of yourself to think that the women I see have anything to do with you. I don't have to listen to this." He said walking past him, but stopped.

"For your information…the one treating everyone like shit is you. Remember the 'tramp' I brought to moms benefit?"

Mitchum raised his eyebrows.

"Meet Lorelai Leigh Gilmore… and as far as respect is concerned. I have more respect for her little pinkie on any given moment of the day than I will have for you in a lifetime. He walked away, anger burning in his veins. He knocked on Lena's door and opened it not waiting for an answer.

"Hey!" she yelled hoisting up her school uniform again, "I didn't say 'come in'!"

"I'm leaving," he simply said turning around, ready to close the door again.

"What? Wait! What about our movie?"

"I'm sorry, Lena, but I have had quite the amount of Mitchum for one day. Raincheck, okay?"

"But—" She scurried after him.

"Lena, do you want me to end up in the psychiatric ward?"

"No…"

"Then I really need to get out of this house."

"Then let's get out of this house. We can grab a bite and catch a movie in town."

Logan sighed and faced her. She was standing in front of him her big brown eyes on full Bambi-mode. How he hated that lovable trait she had.

"Pleaaaase?"

Logan inhaled, slumping his shoulders.
"You have 5 minutes."

"Yay," she made a little jump and ran back to her room. He pulled out his phone while making his way through the foyer.

"Everything all right?" Angus put down the vase he was currently dusting and eyed Logan.

"Just as usual, Angus. I will be seeing you. Take care." He answered, his eyes never leaving the door. He burst outside and took a deep breath feeling his rage going down as the cold wind hit him in the face, before putting his phone to his ear.

Where was it? Where was it? Still overcome with sleep she tried to find her phone. She was lifting clothes, books and pillows.
"Hello?" she panted once she had found the little thing.

"Hey. Did I interrupt something?" Logan's voice filled her ear.

"Just my nap," she yawned, "what time is it?"

"Fourish."

"Fourish?! Please tell me fourish in the morning!"

"Where are you, Ace? In a bunker? Look outside…the sun is shining."

She looked through the window. Indeed it was. How could she have slept for 13 hours? Was that even humanly possible?

"Ace?"

I'm here."

"I'm coming home tonight. What do you say we have dinner out?"

Tonight?! He couldn't come back tonight! Quickly she glanced around the bedroom or what was visible of it from underneath the clutter

"No!"

"No?"

"I mean. Why?"

"Because Mitchum Huntzberger a.k.a. the devils incarnate is driving me up the walls here. That's why."

I need coffee, she thought, lots and lots of coffee.

"Ok."

"I'm going to catch a movie with Lena and then head back to New Haven. So is eight ok?"

4 hours; so much to do and he was going to notice. It was hard to notice that something was different when you were lying on the floor face down because you just tripped over a box -she craned her neck to peek into the hall- or 5.

"Ehm…Ok."

"Are you okay? How are you feeling by the way? Sorry. It slipped my mind..."

"I'm good. Better. I don't want to eat shrimp for the rest of this century though."

"I'll keep that in mind." Logan chuckled, "Hey, I have to go. You have some coffee. You sound like you need it." He hesitated before adding, "You know that I really love you, right?"

Rory furrowed her eyebrows.
"I do…"

"Good," he breathed out, "Bye, Ace. I'll see you tonight."

"Bye. And Logan?" She quickly added.

"Yeah?"

"I really love you too."

"That's nice to know." She could practically see his smirk and smiled too saying goodbye one more time before hanging up. Panic struck immediately. 3 hours and 55 minutes till Logan got home. What was the fastest way to clean up a nuclear disaster?

He was going home. Finally. Dreamgirls might have been a good movie and he might have enjoyed hanging out with his baby sister, but he wanted nothing more than to go back to Yale, back to New Haven, back to his girl, back home. He turned on the stereo, rummaging through the different stations till he settled for Howard Stern. He glanced at the clock seeing that it was a quarter to 8 and sped up. His attention was once again taken by his vibrating phone. He grabbed it without looking at the caller ID and pressed it against his ear.

"Hey, Ac…It's you." He grumbled, hearing the infamous 'Logan!' come from the other end.

"Logan, I need you at the launch party for that new New York magazine next Saturday."

Logan rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, ready to tell him to go stick it where the sun don't shine, but closed it again, when he added:
" And bring Lorelai."

"Now why would I bring Rory?" he asked, "I have no desire to put her in one room with you again. And why would you want her there anyw—," he stopped. The coward.

"You do realise that whatever respect there was left for you is gone now…gone with the wind. Really classy to invite her just for the fact that the Gilmores are there. You cant be quick enough to insult her in her face, but now she has a last name you cant wait to exploit the fact that she is with me."

"Business is business. Saturday, 8 pm, the Carlton, Rory." The line went dead. He didn't even deny it. And he felt the shame for him. He felt ashamed towards Rory. With a sigh he threw the phone on the backseat just as the car in front of him swayed and slipped a huge moose landing half on his windshield as well. He didn't break for the moose but when the taillights of the car before him neared him dangerously neared him, he threw the wheel around and stepped on the breaks. As the ear piercing screech of tires against asphalt echoed into the night, one of them caught the icy slope and the SUV came to a halt against a tree and everything went black.

Rory glanced at the clock. 8.10 pm. Where was he? It was unlike Logan to be late. Maybe he was stuck in traffic. She dialled his number again…but then too it went straight to voicemail for the second time. The apartment was as good as spotless after 4 hours of slaving and she had even managed to look decent. But her stomach was growling.

She turned on the TV, carelessly flipping through the channels, watching but not seeing. Something wasn't right.

8.20. still no call, no txt, no smoke signal. She was so focussed on the phone ringing that she almost got a heart attack when it did.

Logan hit the airbag as if his life depended on it, letting out a frustrated 'This is just fucking great!' while doing so. When the airbag went down, and he was able to breath and see again his hand fumbled with the seatbelt and he had never been happier he had it on. He jerked open the door still ranting and kicked the tree he had currently 'parked' his car against. He didn't care that it was a plant, he didn't care that it was an important component of the natural landscape and played an important role as oxygen producer. He hated that tree more than anything in life. And when his foot painfully collided with the hard material he swore to cut it down even if he had to use scissors. His initial rage gone he turned around and ran up the hill to see if anyone in the other car was hurt. The large animal was lying on the middle of the rood, bleeding and breathing heavily, but still trying to move. He looked into the second car where a woman and a man were still sitting in their seats. The windshield was gone and the woman was hysterically crying about her ruined blouse, frantically trying to rid herself of the tiny pieces of glass of the car door windows that seemed to be everywhere.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

The man nodded slowly, still dazed from the hit and the woman just kept on sobbing about her blouse.

"Hey…" Logan started, but she didn't seem to recognise his presence at all.

"Hey!" he said louder grabbing her face, "Look at me."

The woman now silently blubbering looked him in the eye like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What's your name?"

"Anna…" She meekly replied.

Logan smirked.

"You are going to be just fine, Anna. Everything still whole?"

"My arm," she started. In the little light that the headlights still provided he could see the strange angle it was in.

911..phone. Where was his phone? The car. He ran back, searching that back seat for his phone and finding it under one of the front seats. Grabbing his coat and a flashlight he went up the hill again.

The moose still struggling for breath caught his eye once more and he caught himself thinking of ways how to finish the creature off.

"I just called 911, they will be here shortly," he said.

"I'm Howard," the man introduced himself, trying to move.

"Logan."

"I think I cracked a few ribs."

"You'll be fine… the moose on other hand."

"It's still alive?" Howard asked trying to see the animal.

"It's struggling."

"The trunk," Howard then pointed.

"What?"

"The trunk… I was hunting this weekend in the woods."

In the trunk Logan was met by two hunting rifles. He took out one of them and the box of ammo walking to the moose. His breath was forming little clouds in the frosty air, now sounding like a deep moan. He loaded the gun and looked at the moose once again.

"Now you know," he started, "I really don't want to shoot you." His chest rose with a deep sigh as the moose looked him in the eye.

"I'm sorry, buddy," Logan than said aiming the rifle. The resonance of the gunshot was met by the faint cry of sirens in the distance.

TBC

AN: As you noticed… I kind of got caught up in the 'homecoming series' lol so Logan WILL get home the next chapter. Lol :) Don't forget to review:D!