Okay, okay, okay, you've convinced me to add, but I'm really not sure what good this is going to do for you. I mean, its not much nicer than the one before it. But since you kept bugging me and I am going to be away for three days starting tomorrow (well, tomorrow night, so if you guys are really nice and really awesome I'll post 17 and the end of this little tete-a-tete tomorrow) and thus, hopefully writing like a maniac for part of those 3 days, I guess I can sacrifice the whole getting ahead idea to present you with this.

Shutting up now!

Logan entered the office building with a huge sigh. It was his first day back, his plane arriving late last night, and he was slightly anxious and immensely happy to be back in the States. He was a little upset that Rory hadn't answered any of his calls, texts or even e-mail, but chalked it up to her being busy with the charity. When she hadn't returned the calls and messages he'd left with a curt Sophie, he was sure something was wrong.

He just didn't know what.

"Miss, you can't go in there without an appointment!" Logan heard his secretary call.

"I'm his damn sister! I'll go in there whenever the hell I please!"

Logan looked up at the commotion just outside his office, his eyes widening when a furious Honour stormed into the room, slamming the door behind her. She stalked over to him, one hand holding a rolled paper. Winding up she slapped the side of his head. Hard.

"What the hell, Honour!"

"You stupid son of a bitch. I told you to leave her alone, then I told you not to hurt her, but do you listen? No. Of course not. You're too busy thinking of your own needs to worry about anyone else's."

"Whoa, Honour…"

"I had my doubts about you being a good boyfriend. Hell, I had doubts about you being a boyfriend in general, but you seemed so absorbed in her that I let it go. I didn't push you guys apart. I encouraged you to tell her about Catherine and I know you did. So why trust her with that kind of a secret if you're just going to throw it all away the minute you're out of the damned country!"

"Honour, I don't know what you're talking about," Logan tried to defend himself.

"She was absolute hell to be around the first three days you were away, did you know that? Snappish one minute and then sad the next. Then there was the complete and utter silence. And that scared me because I know that's how Rory deals with bad things…"

Logan was out of his seat, grabbing Honour's shoulders. "Something happened with Rory?"

The comment seemed to set Honour off again. "Oh no. You're not playing dumb with me, you idiot. It's your fault she's quiet and I didn't understand it, until I saw this." She brandished the paper in his face.

"Stop! Just stop!" Logan yelled, surprising Honour into silence. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. I figured she was busy because she stopped answering my calls. What's going on?"

Honour finally took pity on him. "This is going on!" She slammed the paper on his desk, furiously flipping through it until she found the society pages, then further into that until she came across the page she was looking for. "This is what's going on!"

Logan stood beside his sister, looking down at the picture from him in London. It was the gala picture, the gala he'd been hoping Rory would be able to come to. Instead, he was dancing with Amber. It was the caption underneath that had him scanning the article that followed. He understood why Rory was suddenly ignoring him. "Shit."

"That's all you have to say for yourself? You break my best friend's heart and all you have to say for yourself is 'shit'?" Honour screamed.

"Honour, quiet down. The office is out there."

"I don't care if the Queen of England is out there, Logan," Honour said, her entire demeanour changing, shifting to a sad, resigned disappointment. "She was ready for rumours, but she wasn't ready for this."

"This is innocent," Logan tried to explain. "I invited Rory to the gala, Honour. I wanted her to be there."

"And because she wasn't you jumped to the next best thing?" The anger was spiking again.

"She was one of the editor's daughters!" Logan exclaimed. "I've known Amber since I started working with the company. I went home that night by myself. You can ask Dad."

Honour looked at him, really looked at him, searching his face for a lie. He'd never been able to lie to her. Suddenly, her shoulders sagged in defeat. "She's hurt, Logan."

"Oh God," Logan responded, collapsing into one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Honour…"

"The last time she buried herself in her work like this was when Sophie was in the hospital."

Logan looked at the picture, glancing down at the quote from his mother about the so-called 'happy couple'. "How could this happen? Things were going so well."

Honour sat in the chair across from him. "These things happen. You're going to have to decide what to do."

Suddenly, Logan was hit by another angle, one that made him angry. "How could she believe this?"

"Logan…"

"No! You come in here, yelling and screaming about her side, but did you ever once think to hear mine before whacking me up the side of the head with the paper?"

"You have a reputation, Logan. I've seen the pro-con list."

"She made a list?"

"Rory always makes lists."

"How can she jump to conclusions like this? We've been dating six months, Honour, six months! That's a record for me!"

"I know, Logan…"

"And she told me she trusted me unconditionally. That's why she trusts me with Sophie, that's why she agreed to do this."

"Logan, there's things you don't understand…"

"Don't understand? You're right! I don't understand how she can jump to a conclusion that I cheated out of one picture. I don't understand how, after six months, my past is still a problem!"

Honour was getting frustrated. "Look at it from her side—"

"She won't look at it from mine!"

"Her last boyfriend was cheating on her!" Honour exclaimed, then slapped a hand over her mouth when the news came out.

That stopped Logan cold. "What?"

Honour shook her head vehemently, her hands still clamped tightly over her mouth.

"No way, Honour, you can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me not to say anything in response," Logan responded.

"I promised her, Logan. When I found out, I promised," Honour whined.

"Reader's Digest version then," Logan pushed.

"He'd been cheating through half of the relationship. Rory was devastated when she found out."

"Honour…" his tone was warning her.

"You really should hear this from Rory," Honour protested again.

"What are the chances Rory's going to want to talk to me? I need to know what kind of lion's den I'm walking into here."

Honour sighed. Loving both Rory and Logan was coming back to bite her in the ass. "They were dating for a year and a half. Rory had been hypothetically talking about marriage. It was the classic she came home early to find him. She found out later that he was with her because of her name and connections."

Logan felt like he'd been sucker punched. "Someone did that to Rory?"

Honour hid a smile at how appalled he sounded at the idea. "He only admitted to half of the girls, but Rory's sure it wasn't just the beginning of their relationship. Seeing this picture Logan, seeing the way Mother gushed about the 'budding relationship'…"

"I know, I know," Logan said, running his hands through his hair.

"Whatever you're going to do, do it fast," Honour advised. "I'm pissed at you, Logan. I'm so angry. But at the same time, I should have known better than to jump to my own conclusions like that. You two balance each other, you need each other. Find some way to talk." She left then, leaving the paper open on his desk.

Logan flipped open his cell phone, dialling as fast as his fingers could. "Finn, good."

"Ah, Logan, how was merry ol' England?"

"Could have been better. You remember the little girl you met at Christmas, the one that loves the same ice cream you do? " Finn and Sophie had hit it off when Logan managed to convince Rory to come with him to the Christmas he usually celebrated with his best friends. As she had with him, Sophie didn't take long to win over the others.

"Sophie? Rory's daughter?"

"Yeah, her. Do you think you could do me a favour?"

"What did you do?"

Logan was surprised at the protective tone in Finn's voice. "The society pages had a huge spread on the gala over in London. Some of the pictures that came out could have given Rory the wrong ideas."

"What the hell is your problem!"

"I'm innocent, damn it! Why does everyone keep jumping to the wrong conclusions!"

"Because you have a past, you imbecile! How could you…"

"Stop! You don't know anything about the situation, okay? Why would I cheat on Rory? Why would I go to find another girl when Rory's fantastic and perfect? Damn it, Finn, I love the girl, why do I need another one."

Finn was silent. "What did you just say?"

Logan calmed his breathing, going over his words in his head. The last sentence hit him hard. "I love her." His voice sounded wondrous and slightly surprised.

"Are you sure, mate?"

Amber had been right. It explained why he missed her so much. It explained why he had this dire need to see her, to talk to her, to touch her. It explained why he never thought twice about giving things up for her. It explained his anger and frustration over this newest development. "Yeah."

Finn breathed out a huge breath. "This is…"

"Yeah," Logan breathed again.

"I'll call her now and see if she'll let me take Sophie out," Finn said after a moment of silence.

"I owe you, buddy."

"Yeah, yeah. Just…"

"I won't."

"Good. So your sister must have torn a strip off your hide."

Logan smiled, thankful for the change in topic. "Oh yeah."