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Chapter 6

Over the next couple of weeks, they all started getting into a routine. Paris was starting to recover from Asher's death and started to throw herself into her school work and the paper. Rory and Logan also found a routine, classes and secret meetings and phone calls during the day, him sneaking into her bedroom during the night.

Rory awoke to a loud noise out in the common room. She got up to see what was going on, and was shocked to see Paris directing some men carrying in a large wooden structure.

"Um...Paris, what is that?" Rory asked, confused as to what was being brought in to their dorm room.

"It's a Blou printing press, 18th century." Paris stated, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have a printing press in their dorm room.

"And it's here because?" Rory asked, as she looked it over.

"It's Asher's. He left it to me. It's beautiful, don't you think?" Paris said with a sad smile.

"Yeah. Think it goes great with the entire width of the room," Rory said sarcastically as she tried to make her way to the couch, "Paris, we can't just leave it here."

"I have nowhere else to put it," Paris said, "I know it's a little cumbersome, but we don't have to leave it right here. We could move it about six inches in any direction." Paris tried to explain to Rory.

"Paris, seriously, think about this. We can't leave it here. How are we supposed to have people over, when this is taking up the whole room?" Rory tried to reason with Paris, as she tried to find her book bag.

"You have to think of the benefits of having it here." Paris said.

"Like?" Rory looked skeptically at Paris.

"No one else will have one, which means it's unique, which makes us unique. Kids our age do crazy things to make themselves unique – piercings, tattoos, different color hair, Kabbalah. It will be a great conversation piece. We'll be the talk of Branford." Paris said, not noticing Rory run her right thumb over the small tattoo on her left wrist.

"I believe we will be the talk of Branford, just for not the reasons you are thinking," Rory said, as she shook her head, not believing what Paris is saying and finds that her book bag is trapped under the printing press, "Paris, it's on my book bag. I'm late for class, and you put a printing press on my book bag?" Rory takes the books out of her bag, and juggles them in her arms, while she gathers up the rest of her things before she goes off to class.

"Well, sorry. It's from my dead boyfriend, okay? I apologize if my grief is inconveniencing you. Maybe I'll just put myself on an iceberg and float myself out to sea so that no one will have to deal with my suffering." Paris replied hotly, but in a sad tone.

"Well, just get that thing off my bag before you go." Rory said over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

Later that evening, Rory was watching Paris polish the printing press, when someone knocked on their door. Rory got up to answer it, not sure who it could be, but got the shock of her life, when she saw Dean standing there.

"Dean...um...hi...what are you doing here?" Rory asked, not quite sure what to say. She hasn't spoken to him since before she left for Europe over the summer and had her mom give him the letter.

"Hey...uh...I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute." Dean asked nervously, shifting from one foot to the other.

Um...sure I guess," Rory said, "let's take this into my room." She said as she started walking to her bedroom.

"Okay." Dean said, as he followed her.

"You remember Paris, don't you?" Rory motioned to Paris, who was still muttering and polishing the printing press.

"Yes, I do. Uh, how you doing, Paris?" Dean asked, as he walked by her.

"I'm fine." Paris said, not really paying any attention to him.

"What's that?" He asked, wondering what Paris was doing.

Rory answered before Paris could, "Uh, that's a printing press. Haven't you heard? Tats are out, movable type is in." She said, trying to lighten up the uncomfortable situation she found herself in.

"I've heard that." Dean laughed, but was a little forced.

"So, my room's in there. I will be in there in a minute after I talk to Paris." Rory said, as she pointed him in the right direction.

"Nice to see you again, Paris." Dean said, as he wandered into her room and shut the door.

"You're back with Farmer Boy? What gives?" Paris asked Rory, not understanding why he was there, she had thought they were over.

"No. I am not back with Dean. He said he wanted to talk, so I am going to listen to what he says. But I am not back together with him or am I getting back together with him." Rory said as she walked into her room and shut the door behind her before Paris could say anything else.

"So...you said you wanted to talk." Rory said as she leaned against her door.

"Yeah. So how have you been?" Dean asked lamely.

"I have been good," Rory said with a nod of her head, "How about you?"

"I have been okay." Dean said, looking around the room.

"That's good." She said, not really knowing what else to say.

"So, uh, how was your summer?" Dean asked her, finally looking over to her and sitting down at her desk.

"I had a lot of fun. It was a great experience." She said vaguely, with a small smile, while running her thumb over her tattoo again.

"That's good. So I guess your mom told you about Lindsey finding the letter you sent me." Dean said to her, finally getting somewhere, in this awkward conversation.

"Yeah. She told me. I am sorry she found that letter and kicked you out." Rory said, sympathetically.

Before Dean could respond, a light tapping on the window interrupted them. Rory smiled with relief, and when to open the window. When she saw Logan, she gave him a smile, and tried to tell him with her eyes, that she was thankful he was there.

"Hey Ace," Logan said, as he leaned down and gave her a kiss, "What are you up to tonight?" He asked and noticed for the first time that they weren't alone.

He gave her a look that said, Who is that and what is he doing here?

She gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, "That's Dean, he just showed up and asked to talk. I have been standing by the door the whole time. I am so glad you showed up when you did." She gave him a small kiss, below his ear, before pulling back out of the hug.

He gave her a nod, to show her that he understood, "Hi. I'm Logan Huntzberger," Logan introduced himself, and held a hand out to Dean.

"Dean Forrester." Dean said and shook Logan's hand, not really knowing who this guy was, why he climbed in the window, or why he kissed Rory. The latter causing anger to rise up in him.

Dean watched as Logan went back to Rory and put his arm around her waist and pull her into him. He watched as Rory looked up at Logan with love in her eyes. Dean felt as if he was missing a really big part of the picture.

"So, uh, I take it, uh, that you two are together?" Dean asked the couple.

Rory looked over at him, "Yeah. Um...we met in Europe, just a few days after I got there." Rory told him.

"I saw her at this café in Italy. I watched her for a few days, before finally going over to talk to her," Logan started, looking at Rory with a smirk on his face, "We got to talking, hit it off, and I basically stalked her through Europe." He finished with a laugh, seeing the look on Rory's face.

"You did not stalk me," She admonished, hitting him lightly in the stomach, "I wanted you to follow me, I liked having you around, I would have missed you if you hadn't." She finished softly, as she put a hand on his face and gave him a small kiss.

"Okay, so, I didn't stalk her," Logan said with a laugh, "I fell for her and just had to be near her, so I followed her throughout Europe. It wasn't like I actually had a plan for the summer, other than not being at home or near home." Logan explained, with a shrug of his shoulders.

Dean just looked between the two. He couldn't believe Rory fell for this guy's charm and obvious bullshit. Dean figured that this Logan guy was probably cheating on her every chance he got and just played Rory and made her believe that he was in love with her. Not like Dean, himself, who was actually in love with Rory.

"What the hell, Rory? I thought we were going to be together after you got back from Europe." Dean spat out angrily.

"Excuse me?" Rory said, as she took a step towards him, "What do you mean, you thought we were going to be together after I got back from Europe?"

Logan stood back and watched the scene in front of him. He was going to keep quiet until Dean said or did something that would piss him off or hurt Rory.

"That's exactly what I meant. Isn't that what you meant with the letter you sent me?" Dean asked her.

"No, that's not what the letter meant," Rory said as calmly as possible, "That letter was me, clearing my conscience in a way. I am sorry that Lindsey found it and kicked you out." Rory finished with a sigh and looked over at Logan, who just gave her a smile.

"Does he know what you did?" Dean asked, as he pointed towards Logan.

"What I did?" Rory asked, flabbergasted that Dean was trying to pin this all on her, "If you are talking about what me and you did, the night of the Inn's opening, then yes, he knows everything." She said and crossed her arms over her chest.

"So he knows that you are a whore, who ruined my marriage?" Dean spat out venomously.

Rory was shocked that Dean had just called her a home-wrecking whore and Logan was beyond pissed. Logan stood up and stepped closer to Dean, "She is not a whore, you bastard. She is anything but. If you hadn't been the one to lie to her and tell her that your marriage was already over, then this wouldn't have happened." Logan said harshly.

"Whatever. She seduced me and I wasn't going to pass up that opportunity." Dean said with a smug smile. That smile didn't last long thought, because as soon as he finished that sentence, Logan punched him.

"She was upset that night. You took advantage of her vulnerable state, lied to her and made her think your marriage was already over. She made a mistake. What do you call what you did?" Logan spat out at Dean, his voice getting louder.

Dean started to lunge for Logan, "STOP!" Rory screamed out and stepped in front of Logan. Dean couldn't stop his arm fast enough and ended up hitting Rory. Rory fell back into Logan and clutched her cheek.

Logan laid her down on the floor, "Ace, baby, are you okay?" He asked softly and touched her face.

Rory had her eyes closed, "Ace, wake up, Rory, please, wake up." Logan begged her to open her eyes. By this point, Paris barged into the room.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Paris screamed, then noticed Rory laying on the ground, a bruise forming on her face, "What happened to her?" She looked over at a shell shocked Dean.

"I-I-I didn't mean to hit her. She stepped in front of him, the punch was meant for him." Dean stammered out, not believing that he had hit Rory.

"Paris, can you go get some ice, please?" Logan asked her, not taking his eyes off of Rory.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Paris walked out to the common room to get some ice. She came back and handed it off to Logan, "Um...who are you?" She asked Logan.

"I-we- will explain later." Logan told her, as he placed the ice on Rory's cheek. The cold from the ice started to wake Rory.

"Oh, thank god, Ace, you scared the shit out of me," Logan playfully scolded her and hugged her tightly, "Don't do that again. I can take a punch, you, not so much." She gave him a small smile as he kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Can you help me up?" She asked Logan.

"Yeah, just take it easy." Logan told her as he helped her up.

She looked around the room and noticed and still shocked Dean and a confused Paris standing in her bedroom, "I'm okay."

"Will someone please tell me what is going on." Paris asked, still confused at the scene in front of her.

"Okay. Paris, this is Logan Huntzberger. Logan, as you already know, this is Paris Gellar." Rory introduced them.

"Okay, now that I know who he is, why is he here?" Paris asked, a little skeptical about Logan.

"Okay, um...hang on," Rory paused and looked over at Dean, "Dean, I suggest you leave. What I do with my life is none of your business anymore. Go home to your wife," Rory told him and watched as he left the room. When she heard the door close, she let out the breath she didn't know that she was holding.

"Okay. Now, as to why Logan is here," Rory started and gave Logan a smile and sat next to him on her bed. Logan put his arm around her and started rub her back, trying to relax her, "Logan and I met in Europe this summer. We hit it off and now we are dating." Telling Paris, the short version of what her and Logan decided to tell their friends once they decided to let them know.

"Yeah, you and Dean are really the first people who know about us," Logan said, looking over at Paris, "When we got back from Europe, we decided to keep our relationship to ourselves, also the fact that we know each other at all, to ourselves. We wanted to be together, without the pressure that comes with letting everyone know about us. We won't deny anything, if people discover us, but when we are ready we will come out and tell our friends and select members of our families." Logan finished and gave Rory a kiss.

"So if you could, Paris, keep this to yourself, for a while. We will let you know, when we are going to tell other people," Rory told her, "And I will explain things in more detail later. Right now I just want to go to bed."

"Okay, I will take that for now, but don't think you are getting out of giving me details later." Paris stated firmly and walked out of the room.

Logan looked over at Rory, "Are you sure your okay, Ace?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I had turned my head and pulled back, so I didn't get the full force, but it still dazed me," Rory told him and laid back on her bed, "Let's get ready for bed, I'm exhausted."

Logan laughed at her, got off the bed, and stripped down to his boxers. Rory watched him walk over to her and started to help her undress. When he got her shirt off, he reached down and touched the rings that were hanging around her neck. He smiled as he remembered that day in Paris.

*Flashback*

They were in Paris, the last destination before they went back to the states. They were just walking around, with no real place in mind that they wanted to visit. They reached the end of a street, when they came face to face with an old chapel. What felt like hours, but was actually only about 10 minutes, standing in front of the chapel, Logan blurted out, "Marry me, Ace." She turned to look at him, catching his wide eyes at what he just said, with an unbelieving look on her face.

"Wh-Wha-What, did you ju-just s-sa-say?" She asked, still not believing that he just asked her to marry him.

"Marry me," Logan said simply and looked deep into her brilliant blue eyes, "I know this is crazy and we haven't really known each other that long, but I feel something with you that I have never felt before. We have this connection with each other, that I don't know how to explain and I know you feel it too."

"I do feel it, Logan, but are you serious?" Rory asked him, having a hard time thinking he was actually serious, "I mean, marriage is a big deal."

"I am completely serious, Rory. Notice, I used your real name, I want to marry you. I want this," Logan told her, he took a deep breath, "I love you, Rory."

Rory stood there shocked and looked into his eyes. What she saw there, told her he was telling her the truth, all she saw was love in his eyes, "Let's do it." She said, with a huge smile.

"Really?" Logan asked, hoping she was really going to marry him.

"Really, really." Rory pulled him into a kiss, "I love you, too, Logan. I thought I loved Dean, and I probably thought I was in love with Jess, but those feelings are blown out of the water, by what I feel for you."

"I feel the same way," Logan told her, not able to contain the smile on his face, "If you want we can keep the marriage a secret and just tell people that we are dating, until we feel like letting them know that we are actually married."

"That sounds fine to me. Now let's go get married, Huntzberger." She told him and started pulling him towards the chapel.

*End of Flashback*

Rory watched as Logan had a far-away look on his face. He came out of his flashback and noticed Rory smirking at him.

"Welcome back. What were you thinking about?" Rory asked Logan, as he laid down next to her on the bed and pulled the covers over them.

Rory snuggled into his side, he started playing with her hair, "I was thinking about the day we got married." He told her.

"Yeah that was a good day." She said with a smile on her face, remembering that day herself.

"Go to sleep, Ace, you have to talk to Paris in the morning." Logan said to her as he reached over and turned the light off.

That night they both fell asleep thinking about their wedding day and their future together.

AN: Pictures of the rings will be put up on my profile. Shout out to LogansAce, who helps me out with my chapters and where I'm going with everything. Read and Review.