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Chapter Two: Fran and Tony

"That must be one damn good tree," Paris mused, watching Rory prepare for her date with Logan.

"It is a damn good tree, the best, and I want it back," Rory said as she applied blush to her cheeks.

"Now, what exactly is your plan for tonight? I didn't exactly get it,"

"Well, I want to make Logan pay for this. You know that this date could technically be black mail,"

"Technically speaking no, since you don't own the tree or anything-"

"It's just wrong Paris, forcing me to go on a date with him,"

"Right,"

"So, I'm going to give him his date and make sure that it is one that he will never forget,"

"You better not let tree boy get lucky," Rory shot Paris a look, clearly Paris was not thinking straight.

"Not in that manner, it'll be a date he'll never forget because it will suck so much. I already have the first phase planned,"

"Really, what's going to happen?"

"You'll talk to him,"

"What?" Rory smiled and continued.

"I'm going to take a very long time to get dressed, much past the time he was supposed to pick me up,"

"How is that any different than usual?" Paris asked, confused.

"Usually you just stay in your room or aren't there, this time you will be though. You'll talk to him, give him a hard time," Paris smiled, now understanding.

"You are evil Rory Gilmore,"

"Hey, he deserves it, taking my tree from me and all. Now I have to start getting ready and you need to start thinking of insults,"

"Since when do I need time to think of those?"

"Good point, you go relax before he comes. It's going to be a very taxing twenty minutes for you,"

"Twenty?" Rory smiled wickedly.

"I told you...a night he'll never forget,"

When the doorbell rang Paris answered it, fixing Logan with a steely glare.

"So you're the new flavor of the week," Paris said blandly, letting Logan in.

"Uh, where's Rory?"

"Getting ready," Logan nodded, standing awkwardly by the door. Usually girls were waiting for him to come, they open the door and nearly leap at him. He wasn't used to being the one waiting.

"You can sit on the couch, your weight is probably ruining the foundation of the floor,"

"Uh, okay," He sat down on one of the couches, Paris sitting next to him.

"So, you're a Huntzberger, huh?" Logan smiled, nodding. Now this was something he was good at, spouting off about being a Huntzberger. He practically had the speech memorized.

"Yes, I-"

"Don't think that you'll get ahead here just because of your last name blondie. I know you're probably going out for the paper, right?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Don't think that you'll just automatically make it in and get all the good stuff. I worked my ass off to get where I am and I'm not about to let a snide little cocky Daddy's boy take my spot,"

"Uh, okay, but I worked hard too,"

"Oh yes, feeling up your newest bimbo is extremely hard. I've heard of your reputation, you're quite the lady's man. I'm surprised Rory even agreed to go out with you,"

"Well-"

"She's a good person Huntzberger, you better not do anything to her. Don't you even think of getting fresh,"

"I-"

"I have friends who know martial arts. You even get close to doing anything and I will send them after you," Logan stared at her, his eyes wide. This girl was insane, and he wanted him and Rory to leave sooner rather than later.

"So, where's Rory?"

"She's getting ready,"

"Oh, it's kind of taking her a long time,"

"Rory is a perfectionist, you got a problem with that?" Logan swallowed hard, trying to convince himself that the diminutive blonde in front of him could not beat him up.

"Nope,"

Rory listened from her room with a grin on her face. Paris was definitely delivering, she was doing better than Rory could have ever imagined. Rory could practically hear Logan squirm, and she loved the sound. She wanted Logan to pay for being so damn cocky, and phase one was off and rolling. After another ten minutes of Paris berating Logan, Rory decided that it was time that she made her grand entrance. She checked her reflection, making sure that everything was in place, and then walked out. She watched Logan's jaw drop momentarily as she walked out. She knew she looked good so it didn't surprise her. She was wearing a jean skirt and a decorative camisole with a shrug. The shrug was cashmere and felt wonderful against her smooth skin. She looked quickly at Paris and smiled, knowing that they would have a good laugh when she got home.

"Logan, are you ready?" Rory asked innocently, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that she was twenty minutes late.

"Yes," He stood up quickly, moving towards the door.

"Bye Paris, I'll see you when I get home,"

The restaurant they went to was nice, definitely a place that Rory could utilize well. The maitordee led them to one of the best tables, compliments of the owner, and then went off to find them a waiter. Logan gazed at Rory, a small smile faintly showing on his lips.

"You look beautiful," He said truthfully.

"Do you say that to all the girls?"

"Yes, but this time I actually mean it,"

"Do you say that to all the girls?" She mused, smiling. Logan smiled back at her, giving her a quick wink.

"Why don't you ask them?"

"Tricky tricky. So, what are we going to get for a drink?"

"I don't know. I was thinking maybe some wine or-"

"How about champagne?"

"Champagne," Logan said. Rory smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I think that would be a perfect start to our evening," When the waiter came Logan ordered a Chateau Mormont, the most expensive one they had. Rory saw that it was over two hundred dollars for the bottle and couldn't be more happy. Everything was going according to plan.

"So, what are you going to get for dinner?" Logan asked, opening up his menu.

"I was thinking a lobster tail, with a steak...oh no...I mean prime rib, that's more tender," Logan nodded, looking himself.

"I think I'll get the same thing," When the waiter came he poured them their champagne and then took their dinner orders. After he left the couple sipped at their champagne. Logan sipped it society style, only taking enough to wet his lips. Rory on the other hand took half the glass down in one sip. She pulled away from the glass scrunching her nose.

"Ew," She said, placing the flute down away from her.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I guess I still don't like champagne,"

"You what?" He asked, utterly confused. Hadn't she just asked to order champagne?

"I hate champagne. I thought maybe this champagne would taste different, but it still tastes terrible,"

"Uh, okay. Do you want something else?"

"How about wine,"

"Do you like wine?" He asked, wanting to clarify that point before he ordered it. She smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Yes, but only white," Logan flagged down a waiter and ordered it. He arrived back promptly and poured them glasses. Rory watched him pour a glass and then shook her head.

"No, I forgot, it's red I like, not white," Logan looked at her, his eyes wide.

"What?" Rory picked up the glass and took a sip. She pulled away with a smile.

"Oops, I guess this is the one I like,"

"Oh good, so...do you like any television shows?" He asked, wanting to start a flow of conversation.

"Well, I like just about everything," Rory said, deciding to be truthful, "Except I can't stand Who's The Boss,"

"What? That show as pure genius," Logan said defensively. That was his favorite show and he wasn't about to let a girl who couldn't tell the difference between red and white wine diss it.

"No, The Nanny is pure genius. Who's The Boss is just Tony Danza and Alyssa Milano in a very badly wrapped package,"

"The Nanny is a knock off of Who's The Boss. It's basically the same storyline but with Fran Drescher,"

"I can't stand Tony Danza's voice," Rory said to Logan, looking him right in the eye, "It just cuts right through me,"

"And Fran Drescher's voice doesn't?" Logan asked, giving her a questioning look.

"I happen to like Fran Drescher, her character reminds me of my mom,"

"Rory, that's probably not a good thing,"

"No, my mother is Fran Drescher minus the whole nanny part and trashiness,"

"So basically nothing like the character," Rory smiled.

"Yeah, except for the sense of humor, my mother and Fran share that,"

"Ah, she sounds interesting,"

"Yeah, she's pretty crazy. Alright, so, why the obsession with Who's The Boss?" Logan smiled, pausing before continuing.

"Well, when I was little I used to love that show. I watched it obsessively, every day I would watch an episode, sometimes more than one. Ever since I've been hooked. That show brings back lots of good memories for me," Rory nodded, not even noticing that the food had arrived. Logan had turned out to be some what interesting, and she found herself actually wanting to talk to him. She looked at the large amount of food in front of her and licked her lips. She was hungry, hungrier than usual, and the meal looked like just enough to fill her up. She picked up the butter and drizzled it over her lobster, she was not calorie conscious and loved the buttery flavor. She sunk her fork into the lobster and pulled up to release the meat. When she pulled up on the meat juices from the food sprayed out, hitting Logan in the face. She looked at him in shock, amazed that something so unplanned had occurred. If he hadn't thought their date sucked yet, he sure did now.

"Logan, I'm so sorry," She tried to stop herself but before she knew what was happening she was giggling, the fits of laughter hitting her so hard that she could barely breathe.

"It's okay,"

"I...didn't...know...it..would happen," Logan smiled, wiping his face with the napkin and then placing it next to his plate.

"No harm done, except you losing some of your butter," Rory smiled.

"That's a shame, one artery that won't be clogged. What ever will I do?"

"That's simple, order dessert. You'll clog that artery and twenty more," Rory laughed genuinely, smiling at him.

"Well, then I guess it's a plan,"

"If you have room for dessert. You have a pretty big dinner there," Rory smiled.

"I'm a Gilmore, I'll have room," He looked surprised by her comment and then Rory understood. She had said her last name, her secret was out.

"You're a Gilmore," Rory nodded, eating a forkful of mashed potatoes, "As in Emily and Richard Gilmore?"

"No, Elmer and Helga," Logan smiled.

"Ha ha ha, very funny. How are Emily and Richard?"

"Old,"

"Thank you Captain Obvious,"

"That was such a cliche come back, and they're fine. Probably planning some new vacation, they seem to enjoy that a lot. My grandmother plans it all and then cancels it a week in advance to plan another one,"

"Hey, that sounds like my mom,"

"Lucky you, at least I don't have to live with it,"

"You get used to it. And when it gets too much you watch Who's The Boss to cope," Rory smiled.

"Ah, so your secret is out,"

"Promise to keep it? I wouldn't want all the society kids to suddenly start talking like Tony Danza and commenting on how pretty Alyssa Milano would've been if she would just comb her hair," Rory smiled.

"You're secret's safe with me. As long as I get Horatio back,"

"Well, you've done your end of the deal, so yes, tomorrow Horatio is all yours," Rory thought for a moment and then spoke.

"How about we share him?"

"What?"

"I get him on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday and you get the other days,"

"Why do you get more days?"

"Because I found him," Rory said, stating the obvious.

"Right, okay, I'll agree to that,"

"So deal?" Logan smiled, gazing at the beautiful girl in front of him who had not ceased to surprise him. He nodded, his smile broadening.

"Yes, deal,"

Rory arrived back to her dorm room late, her and Logan talking for another hour after their dessert was long gone. Paris was waiting anxiously on the couch, wanting to hear about the date. When Rory walked in Paris could see her satisfied smile, but also noted her hazy, glazed eyes. Something was different about Rory, something had happened that had affected her.

"Rory?"

"Oh, hey Paris,"
"How was your date?" Rory thought for a moment and then smiled.

"Good,"

"Just good? What happened?"

"Well, I cost him over 200 dollars and then I sprayed him with lobster juice and butter,"

"Wow, you did well,"

"But we still had a good time. It looks like our Huntzberger had better bad date stamina than we thought," Paris looked at Rory, her eyes wide.

"He asked you out again?"

"No, but we're sharing the tree now,"

"You're sharing the tree?" Rory smiled and nodded.

"Yep,"

"Why?" Rory thought for a moment and then smiled, looking at Paris.

"Let's just say he's proved worthy enough for a second chance,"

A/N: Okay, so you had some Rogan here, yay! I promise more is coming and I hope you guys will like it.