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The Truth

Chapter Three

Logan looked at his watch and his footsteps echoed slightly as he walked along. Despite Rory's promise that she was okay, Logan had still opted to go see for himself. He had this gut feeling that she wasn't telling him something, and it was a little strange how she had waited so long before telling him that she couldn't meet him to go to the library. He knew her well enough that she would messaged way sooner than she did if something had really come up. She was responsible that way. Also, he didn't really know that everything way okay just from talking to her over the phone. Some kidnapper could have held a gun to her head and forced her to type the message. The thought of it made Logan quicken his pace.

He sighed inwardly as he spotted Paris standing in the middle of the hall, leaning against the wall. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to her. He made to edge his way past her.

"Where do you think you're going Huntzberger?" Paris asked loudly and rudely, grabbing onto his arm and stopping him in his tracks.

"I think it's none of your business," Logan quipped, annoyed at her attitude towards him. He wrenched his arm out of her grasp.

"You can't see her," Paris said, attempting to keep her cool.

Logan stopped, narrowing his eyes at her in annoyance. "Why the hell not?"

"Her words not mine."

"So she's in there?" Logan asked, partially relieved.

"Yes. Now go," Paris said forcefully.

Logan looked at Paris suspiciously. "What's wrong with her?"

"She's asleep. She said she'll call you later," Paris said, in a way that told Logan the conversation was over.

"Is she sick?"

"Do you want her to be?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Why do I get the feeling that something's going on here?"

"I don't know. Why do I get the feeling that trees are really pink with blue polka dots?"

"What?"

"Exactly my point. We all get strange feelings, that doesn't mean they're justified."

"So I guess you're not going to tell me what's going on?"

"Wow Huntzberger, you got one right. First time I bet? I'll be sure to alert the press. There may be hope for you yet."

"Okay, that's it, I'm going to talk to my girlfriend," Logan said, becoming extremely annoyed, pushing past her, slightly surprised when Paris didn't dry to drop kick him. He cursed when the door refused to open for him. He turned to Paris who was looking at him smugly.

"Locks really do come in handy don't they?"

"Dammit, Paris, let me in."

"No. I said Rory will talk to you tomorrow."

"Paris, come on."

"I told you she's asleep. Do you really want to wake up your sick girlfriend?"

Logan sighed heavily. "Will you just tell her I stopped by?"

"Sure."

Logan turned around and began to walk off, but not before Paris blurt out: "If I find out it was you that did it I will kick your ass."

Logan spun on his heel. "Did what?"

Paris cursed at herself. She hadn't met to outburst like that. She was just so angry. "Is that why you were looking for her today? Because you were afraid she'd tell someone?"

"Tell someone what? Please tell me what you're talking about!"

"Well don't get mad at Rory, she didn't even want me to know. She didn't say it was you, either, in case you're wondering, which is why I'm not in intense ass kicking mode just yet."

"Paris I'm telling you I don't know what you're talking about!" Logan was extremely confused, frustrated and worried at this point, all emotions the youngest Huntzberger didn't enjoy experiencing.

"Whatever," Paris said haughtily, turning to lean against the wall, signaling that it was time for him to leave.

"Is Rory okay?" Logan demanded.

Before Paris could reply Doyle appeared around the corner, followed by Lorelai and Christopher, who were both looking worried and whom he had just let inside campus, since during non- visiting hours the campus gates tended to be closed and only students could open them.

"Where's Rory?" asked Lorelai, walking quickly towards Paris, Chris following her.

"She's in our room. I'll let you in," Paris said, running over to the door and unlocking it.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Logan for what felt like the umpteenth time that night. "Why are you here?"

"Logan I think you should go," said Lorelai.

"What? No, not until I find out what's going on with my girlfriend."

"Logan now is really not the time to argue. Now something is going on with Rory and Chris and I need to make sure she's okay. If she wants to tell you she'll talk to you later."

"Lorelai, wait—" Logan protested.

"No. I told you to leave. I don't know how else to say it. Rory will talk to you later," Lorelai said annoyed, walking through the door Paris had unlocked, followed by Chris who shut the door behind them to stop Logan from following them in.

Paris moved away from the place where she had been blocking his path as well. "If you're the one that did this to Rory, I'd watch my back, because you'll have more than a dozen people ready to kick your ass. Me included." She walked off before Logan could respond.

Logan ran a hand through his hair growling in frustration. He felt like he could punch somebody. Really punch somebody. Like enough to kill them. He wanted to know why everyone seemed to be attacking him. He wanted to know why his girlfriend was acting so weird all of a sudden. There was so much he didn't know that he needed to and that really pissed him off, not to mention make him feel a bunch of other dreadful emotions. However, it was blatantly obvious that he wouldn't be allowed anywhere near Rory for a while, so he stalked off back to his room. Hopefully he could talk to her tomorrow. It would be Saturday after all, and they usually spent their weekends together.

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Rory walked out of her room, dressed in baby blue pajamas. She groggily opened her eyes, attempting to smooth back her slightly unruly, bed-ridden hair. She was so tired, but she just remembered that she had an assignment to complete before class the next day. "Paris, can I please borrow your notes for Darlington's class?" she asked tiredly. "I promise not to mess them up. The coffee fiasco of October was a one time thing. And I don't even have coffee tonight. No beverages on site. So if you would please just let me borrow your notes that would be really great."

"Hey kiddo," said Chris, smiling at Rory's shocked expression.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, running forward to give her dad a hug and then her mom, who greeted her. "Geez, my heart," she laughed, happy to see them, if not also extremely confused. She was happy for the distraction though. "What are you guys doing here?"

Lorelai and Chris exchanged glances, their expressions very serious.

Rory was starting to get worried. "Is everything okay? Grandpa didn't have another heart attack did he?"

"No hon, the grandparents are fine," said Lorelai.

"Then why are you here? I mean don't get me wrong, I love that you are, but usually when you guys are here the sun is too."

"We just, wanted to see how you were," Chris said hesitantly.

"Oh, umm, I'm fine." Rory lied. "…Would you like to sit down?"

"That would be good," said Lorelai, sitting down next to Rory on the couch while Chris sat on a chair a few feet away from them.

"So, how are you?" Rory asked once they had all gotten situated.

"Good," said Lorelai. "Listen, Rory, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great," Rory said nervously.

"Because if there is something going on you know you can talk to us right? Or just your mom. Or even me if you want. We're always here to help you."

Rory was beginning to get extremely nervous. "Good to know."

"So," Christopher continued. "Anything going on that you want to tell us?"

Rory fidgeted nervously. "Not really…um, oh, I know, did I tell you that Yale is being sued?"

When her parent's demeanor remained serious and they only looked at her Rory continued, albeit feeling a little odd. "Yeah. Some little kid touched the magical toe and got hepatitis and now the parents are trying to sue the school and ban the statue."

Her parents only exchanged glances. On the way there they had decided that they would try and let Rory come to them with whatever was going on rather than forcing it out of her. However, as every opening they were giving her to talk to them had been deflected, they were going to have to take matters into their own hands.

"Okay I know it's not as exciting as Fear Factor but you have to admit it is kind of interesting," Rory pouted, a little put-out.

"Sweetie, I got a call from Paris today," Lorelai said, watching Rory closely.

"What did she say?" Rory asked, not liking where this was going.

Lorelai just cut to the chase. "She said that you came home crying and that you had bruises on your arm."

Rory's eyes widened.

"Sweetie, Logan isn't hurting you is he?"

Rory jumped up, defensive. "Of course not! Logan's been an amazing boyfriend. Paris is just overreacting. Yes, I did come home in tears today, but that was because I've been feeling under the weather lately and today I was especially tired, and then my teachers are piling up all this work and I just got a little stressed out. It's really no big deal. Just your normal college student meltdown."

"What about the bruises?" asked Chris quietly.

"Bruises?" Rory said, feigning ignorance, trying to buy herself some time to think up a good cover story.

"Paris said she saw some on your arm."

Rory forced a laugh. "You guys are worrying for nothing. You see, what happened was, I wasn't watching where I was going, and I almost fell, but some guy grabbed me and pulled me back, hard, before I could step on a pile of throw up. It was pretty gross. I tried to tell Paris that's what happened but she just wouldn't believe me." Speaking of Paris, she better be enjoying her night on campus, because it would be her last.

"Let me see," said Chris, and Rory pulled up her sleeve slightly, and turned to look out the window, feeling nervous, so she didn't see the look he exchanged with Lorelai.

'It looks so peaceful.' Rory thought, which was an ironic contrast to what had been happening the past few days.

Lorelai watched her daughter carefully. Something about her had changed. It was a subtle thing, and if you didn't look closely you may not even notice. But there was just something about her. Something in her eyes, an emptiness that hadn't been there before, a kind of hollow chasm that could be masked but not completely hidden. She couldn't help but notice how, when Chris put his hand on Rory's wrist, she seemed to flinch a little. But the movement was so sudden and so quickly over, that Lorelai couldn't be sure she'd seen it at all.

Rory breathed a sigh of relief when her dad finally let go of her arm. It's not that she didn't trust him. She knew he'd never do anything to hurt her. It was just that being close to a male, any male, even her father, made her feel scared.

"You don't have any other bruises do you?" asked her mom, also examining her wrist.

"No," Rory said quickly, taking her hand back and hugging it against her, avoiding her mom's gaze. She didn't know why she didn't just tell them what was going on. Part of her wanted to very badly, but the other part kept on telling her how they'd just think she was a whore, and how Logan would find out, she'd lose him, and then how most likely she'd up dead. She tried to reason with herself, telling herself that it wasn't necessarily true, how it wasn't her fault, how Logan cared about her and would want to kick those guys asses, and how, if worse came to worse, she could get protection from the police. However, it wasn't really working, and so here Rory was, lying to her mom and dad's face, and praying that they'd leave.

Lorelai just looked at her daughter, not really sure that she believed her, but before she could investigate further, Chris's cell phone rang.

"Hello?...Oh my God!…She did?...No, no, it's fine I'll be there soon…" He hung up. "Lor, we have to go, that was the nanny, Gigi is in the hospital."

"Oh my God is she okay?" Rory asked, concerned.

"She's sick," Chris said, standing up. "The nanny didn't say too much over the phone, just that she started throwing up and has a red hot temperature."

"Wow, well, I hope she's okay," Rory said, as Lorelai stood up as well, knowing she had to go with Chris because he was the only ride she had and was out of cash but also wanting to stay longer and try to get Rory to talk to her. She hadn't really believed her story about the puke puddle or the college meltdown, although they were both feasible, something wasn't adding up.

"She will be," Lorelai assured. "See you later kid. Take care. And remember if you need anything, even if it's just to talk, call me," she leaned down to give Rory a hug and Rory promised that she would.

"I hope Gigi gets better," Rory said, giving her dad a hug also.

"Me too kiddo. See you later. Remember what your mom said, she's very smart. Love you."

"You too," Rory said as they walked out the door, walking over to close it behind them. She shut it the minute they had disappeared around the corner, turning the lock and leaning against it, breathing a sigh of relief.

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So what did you guys think, did I make Chris and Lorelai too gullible? I hope not lol. REVIEW!

I watched the last episode of Gilmore Girls. It took me forever to get myself to do it. I hate last episodes of series. They always make me cry. People think it's weird that I cry for fictional characters, but after watching the show for so long they kind of grow on you and when the credits roll for the last episode it's kind of like "I'll miss you." Plus it doesn't help that last episodes are usually so sentimental lol.