Sorry it took me so long school and lack of inspiration got in the way, but I will try and update more. I hope I did a good job of an alternate episode of WITS justice since it is one of my favorite R/L episodes
Logan could not get his mind off of Rory and Marty, despite his attempts to forget her. He had gone to the pub with Colin and Finn hoping to find someone to get his mind off Rory, but he could not hook up with any of the girls who flirted with him that night. All he could think about was how her hair wasn't as brown, or her skin wasn't as porcelain. God, that girl was crippling his sex life. Logan hoped that this phase would pass, and he would forget about the feelings that Rory had inflicted in him all throughout August. Although Logan knew deep down that what he and Rory had wasn't a phase, still he needed to get over her.
Logan kept his mind on the task at hand; trying to find Finn's potential soul mate of the week. They were now wandering around Yale in search of her dorm. Logan had been on these types of searches with Finn for a gazillion times and knew that they ended up in two different scenarios: One scenario was the door being slammed in Finn's face, and the other scenario would be Finn hooking up with the girl and discovering she wasn't a soul mate after all. Still, it was something to keep his mind from thinking about Rory, but ironically they ended up right at Rory's door in Bradford.
"I swear man this is where she lives," said Finn as though he had found the sacred room.
Logan was surprised when he saw they were at Rory's room in Bradford.
"Ah Finn? I don't want to burst your bubble, but this is Rory's room and neither she nor her roommate were at the pub last night," Just the thought of Rory with Finn was enough to drive him crazy.
"Does that mean I can't put your number?" Finn asked
"Of course not idiot, Logan already has her number," Colin stated.
"I do," Logan smirked although he now wished he hadn't; Colin was giving him a quizzical look.
Just then Rory came down the hallway clutching posters in her hand.
"Rory love is this really your room, because I could have sworn this is where she lived," Finn shouted.
"This is where who lived?" Rory asked, confused.
"Oh this girl Finn met when we were at the pub last night," Colin filled her in.
"Oh." Rory's face fell as she wondered if maybe Logan had hooked up with someone when they were at the pub. To ease her discomfort Rory asked Finn, "Do you know her name? Maybe I can tell you where she lives"
"Her name…" Finn looked confused "it was short."
Rory laughed, "Well in that case I cannot help you find a potential soul mate."
"Ace I'm sorry about Finn he needs to learn that Guinness' don't mix with blondes."
"That's red heads," Finn corrected. That was apparently the girl color of the month, the month before it had been blondes and before that it was brunettes, and before that it was girls who dyed their hair green.
Finn and Colin both proceeded to go upstairs to look for Finn's "soul mate."
"Well Ace we will let you put up this picture of this really old guy" Logan said after examining the poster.
"Logan that is Asher Fleming, Paris is holding a wake in his honor. I doubt many people will come, but Paris is a mess so I'm trying to be supportive."
"Well then I will come to celebrate the great man," Logan promised.
"Okay but Marty will be there so be nice."
"Hey, I'm always nice," he said in a slightly defensive tone.
"Well, you were kind of a little condescending to him," Rory reminded him.
"How? I said he made a kick ass Margarita." Logan argued back.
"Yeah but it was the way you said it" Rory said a little mad that Logan was so oblivious.
"How did I say it?"
"Like Judy Dench" Rory spat.
Logan had almost forgotten how sexy she could get when she was mad, and decided that he didn't want to stop arguing with her. "Ouch."
"You know Logan just because someone doesn't have money or a fancy title that doesn't mean they're inferior to you." Rory chastised him.
"I agree." Logan nodded, trying to keep his grin hidden.
"And just because someone is a bartender for you and your friends doesn't give you the right to treat them like a servant." And with that, Rory turned to leave.
"Well," Logan said, wanting to prolong the debate. It was his way of dealing with the tension with her and it was fun.
"I hired him. I paid him. He served. That's what a servant does." Logan knew this statement would annoy her to no end.
"Are you serious?" Rory asked incredulously.
"For the sake of argument." Rory should have known Logan was just trying to get her riled up but she wasn't going to back down
"He was doing a job!" she argued back.
"A job he took willingly," Logan pointed out just as easily.
"Some people have to work."
Logan smirked. "And I bet if you ask him he'll tell you he made excellent tips that night. Because you know how my friends tend to enjoy their refills, especially Finn."
"Logan that is not the point" Rory stated.
"To a bartender that is very much the point" Logan said in matter of fact tone.
"Just because you pay somebody doesn't mean that you can speak to them as if they're beneath you," Rory though felt a little stupid for she had repeated the exact same argument two times in a row.
"Actually, the fact that this is a free country means I can speak to anyone in any manner which I choose. However, the rules of a civilized society may frown upon a certain obvious show of snobbery, so if that's your argument…" he trailed off.
"I don't have an argument." She didn't like the feelings Logan was inflicting her; annoyance, frustration, fascination, and the sense of being so turned on that she wanted to grab him and kiss him on the spot. This boy was getting to be too much for her.
"I can give you a minute to formulate one if you want to continue."
"I'm busy!"
"You concede." Logan hoped she would continue. Their arguing over Marty certainly beat the awkward feelings and conversation that they had earlier.
"Logan you know I don't like it when people hurt my friends." Rory said in a obvious tone.
"I know that Ace, but I love the way you react when goaded," Logan smiled at her.
However, Rory was not going to give him an inch of satisfaction. "I am not goaded. I am so far from goaded. Get out your compass and I will show you how far from goaded I am."
"Ace I always knew you were a serious debater."
Suddenly Finn's voice interrupted "Logan I think we've found it!" Damn Finn for interrupting the fun banter.
He walked towards the staircase and said "Ace I was right on the first night we met; you really should call me Master and Commander" He then flashed her his dazzling smirk and left.
Rory scoffed, what was this effect Logan was having on her? She knew that she had feelings for him, but she had never felt attracted to anyone who had tried to piss her off before
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Asher's wake seemed to have a very big turnout. Too bad most people had come because they thought it was a just a regular themed party, and not to mourn Asher's death. Thankfully Paris remained oblivious, and kept smiling and crying at every one who had come to the wake.
However, the stress of keeping the "wake" in control was really getting to Rory. She was also thinking about what Paris had said earlier, about how Asher had died at the pinnacle of her passion for him, and that meant that she would always love him. Rory wondered if love could last forever, since all the relationships she knew had ended in heartbreak, whether it was between families, friends, or romantic endeavors. As she pondered whether it was worth caring about someone that you ended up being with, her mind kept going back to Logan. Oh, how it hurt her that he was not here right now. She wanted to see him, even if it just was to argue back and forth like they did before all afternoon. How she loved their day together in New York and how she felt when Logan had kissed her and touched her. But she wasn't prepared for the pain afterwards, of not being able to be with him, and the pang in her heart afterwards. Suddenly her cell phone rang afterwards she opened when she heard Lorelai saying sorry repeatedly.
"Mom its okay we've done our apologies" Things were better between her and Lorelai, but Rory didn't feel like telling her about her drama with Logan.
"No Rory its not about that I just wanted to warn you before" Rory glanced up and saw Emily before Lorelai could finish her sentence. "Its okay Mom."
"Okay but I am sorry." After Lorelai had hung up the phone Rory went to greet Emily.
"Rory, hello, I needed to get out of the house and your mother told me that you were here."
"Its okay Grandma"
"Why are there all these pictures of Asher Fleming" Emily said eying the room curiously
"He recently died, and this is a wake for him," Rory explained.
Emily seemed to get mad. "Asher Fleming dead, I bet Richard knew about this, and now he is going to make me go to that insufferable man's funeral."
"No Grandma he was cremated."
"Cremated, thank God," Emily sighed. Paris had suddenly come and embraced Emily and started rambling about how glad she was that Emily had come. Emily walked away with Paris in confusion, trying to comfort her.
Rory was grateful that she wouldn't have to hear anymore about Emily being angry with Richard. She hated her grandparents' separation.
Marty came next to her, and Rory said "Thanks Marty you were really a good help here."
"You're welcome, so Rory do you have a boyfriend? I mean I usually don't see with anyone at all these college things; until yesterday morning when I saw you with Logan. I hope that isn't him, because to be honest I always thought he was a snob." Marty rambled.
"No he isn't, but we're still good friends," Rory said a little too vehemently, but she couldn't stand anyone criticizing Logan.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize how close you were," Marty said, taken aback.
"It's fine. He is cocky sometimes, but he has a good heart and he helped me a lot this summer. But no, he is not my boyfriend, I don't have one."
"Oh really," Marty smiled
Rory wondered why he was so happy.
"Um Rory I know this is something really crazy, and I wouldn't blame you for saying no but I am wondering if maybe you wanted to go out with me sometime. I'm glad were friends, but I like you Rory," Marty confessed.
Oh god, thought Rory, why didn't she ever see this coming, for someone who had been accepted into Harvard, Princeton, and Yale she could really be stupid at the obvious things. She bet all the Allisons and Kellys of the world could easily pin point these things better than she could. She quietly pondered what to say, hating herself for being so naive.
"Marty you are a really good friend, but I'm not ready for a relationship right now. I ended a disastrous relationship with one of my high school boyfriends this month, and I am trying to get over certain feelings I have for someone else. So I am really sorry Marty," Rory said genuinely. She hoped Marty wouldn't accuse her of doing anything to lead him on.
Instead Marty looked at her solemnly, and said. "Well you can't blame a guy for trying; and hey for what its worth this a lucky guy, I hope liking him is worth it."
Rory laughed. "Marty the situation is so screwed up; this guy is the last thing I need right now. I mean in certain ways he is totally wrong for me, but in another way he is the type of guy I wanted my whole life but didn't know it. Just every time I like someone something bad happens. Any way I don't want to talk about him anymore. I am so sorry about this Marty I hope we can still be friends."
"Don't worry." They both casually hugged. Rory could not believe all the things she had confessed to Marty, and then her heart did a flutter when she saw Logan out of the corner of her eye.
Logan hated himself for coming late to Asher's wake, but his father had the nerve to call him and remind him to keep his grades up and to submit more than one article for the YDN; otherwise he would freeze his accounts. Logan had sighed, his father's weird behavior had somehow left, and the old Mitchum was back. He knew it was too good to last. His mood began to become even sourer when he saw Rory hugging Marty. He did not know why it bothered him so much, he and Rory were supposed to have just that one day and that was it.
Yet his entire body right now was feeling ill. His anger subsided when he saw his Ace coming toward him. She looked so beautiful, he knew it was in an inappropriate to feel this way at a wake but the black really suited her legs and her curves well, and without thinking Logan pulled her into his arms. God he missed holding her like that, even though it had only been two days.
Rory was feeling the exact same way Logan was. God she missed being in his arms, it was different from the friendly hug that she had experienced with Marty. There was just something sensual and yet tender about his embrace. Rory looked up at Logan and finally broke the silence "What is this for?"
"Hey I figured you needed some emotional support with Asher dying and all" Logan said jokingly.
"Logan, you know Asher and I weren't close."
"Wow Ace, going to start a debate over an embrace? I swear that is two in one day." Logan smiled, and secretly longed for another go around.
Rory politely smacked him and pulled away. "Logan can't you be ever be serious, and what took you so long to get here?"
"My Dad called me and gave me his traditional "Get your act together or I will cut you off financially" talk. Although that's an empty threat since he has never done that." Logan rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry. Although if it makes you feel any better, my mom and I are getting along much better. Still, there is a wall between us."
"Yeah well at least she cares about you," Logan said.
"I'm sure Mitchum does too." She had seen glimpses that Mitchum cared about Logan he just did a poor job of showing it.
"Rory I love that you are idealistic, but lets focus on the wake. I see its quite a big turn out, even Emily came."
"She just came to get away from driving herself crazy about my grandfather, and everybody else keeps thinking we are at a weird themed party. I had to stop people from calling Asher the 'old dead dude.'" Rory sighed.
Logan laughed. "What does Paris think about all this?"
"Paris is Paris and Marty and I have been working hard on trying to keep her distracted. Plus Marty had to get rid of the guy who brought in the keg. It's just been one crazy night."
At the mention of Marty's name, Logan felt the same familiar feeling of jealousy he had earlier. He had to ask Rory, "You know that Marty seems to think of you as more than a friend? I've been wondering what you think about that?"
Rory knew that Logan was right but still wondered what gave him the right to ask "Well I don't but I still don't see how that is any of your business."
"It just seems weird that after what we had you would like someone else so quickly." Logan felt like smacking himself after saying those words.
Rory felt her anger grow as she pulled away from Logan, "You have no right to talk Logan what we had was a day. An amazing day but that was all we agreed on. We moved on afterwards, after all I didn't yell at you when you were doing god knows what with some bar slut." Rory spat back.
"Hey, I didn't sleep with any one at the bar," Logan defended himself.
Rory felt a flutter of happiness after hearing that, but she was not appeased. "It doesn't matter Logan you'll move on, and you have to accept that soon I will too," she said sadly, she hated the idea of moving on.
Logan was quiet for a moment. "Hey I'm sorry about what I said about Marty."
"Its okay Logan I just need to be away for a while," Rory said, starting to turn away.
"Rory you don't mean that." She couldn't say that, not being around this girl would be unbearable for him.
"I have to! Being around you reminds me what I can't have. I don't need that right now." Rory was about to cry.
"But we agreed to still be friends," Logan said, scrambling for some way to salvage their relationship.
"I know but I didn't know it would be like this. I just need time to get over this whole thing and I promise things will be back to normal," Rory said, blinking back tears.
Logan looked into her pleading eyes and said "Okay put promise it won't be long."
"I promise." She would try to find a way to bury her feelings. Being friends with him had to be better than nothing.
Logan brushed tears her away from her face, kissed her and walked away.
Rory started crying as she walked to check on her grandma and Paris. Emily was busy telling Paris the Richard leaving story but then stopped when she saw her granddaughters tear stained face. "Paris, I would like to talk to Rory," she stated firmly. Paris quietly excused herself.
"Rory are you alright? Please don't tell me that you're upset about this insufferable man."
"It's not Asher Grandma."
" Is it your mother?" Emily asked in concern.
"No she's fine, it's just… I care about Logan more than I should. I don't know if love is worth all this pain."
Emily felt pain for her granddaughter. It reminded her of when she was a college girl falling in love with Richard. As a young man, he had had some of Logan's qualities himself. "Rory I know Logan is an experienced young man, but I've seen the way he looks at you and I know he can change. Your grandfather did," Emily said with a smile.
"But you two have separated," Rory pointed out.
"Rory, don't you see? We've been together almost 40 years and we have had many good times despite what we're going thorough now. It's going to be better."
"So you still believe the pain is worth it?"
"Yes." Without another word they held each other close, two generations of heart broken Gilmore women comforting one another.