Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.

A/N: Sorry it's a little short. Hope you like it

"Why couldn't you have hired movers?" Rory whined as her and Finn started to unload her boxes.

"I'm sorry, Love, but I didn't think that you had this much stuff!" He playfully joked. He didn't hear a response so he looked over at Rory who looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't even think! I'm not even staying here that long and I'm making you unload all my stuff! I'm so selfish! Here," She said holding out her hands "let me take that. You can go inside and relax. I'll drive back home and take some of these boxes back. I don't need all of this stuff with me." She quickly started taking that boxes that were sitting on the ground and putting them back in her car.

"Love." He said as he stepped in front of her taking the box out of her hands and setting it on the ground in front of him. She reached down to to grab it and he took her hands in his, stopping her. "Love." He said again ignoring the fact that his hands were buring at the contact. "I've already told you that it's fine that you're staying here. I want you to keep all your stuff here."

"Why are you being so good to me? All I've done is take away your time. Let me take some of my stuff back. I don't want to be a burden." She said looking at the ground.

"Love...Love, look at me" She looked up at him, hands still in his. "I'm here for you. I will always be here for you."

"Okay."

"Just remember, I'm here to help." They stood there for a moment lost in each others eyes. It took all of his might, not to kiss her right there. He knew that she would need time. He would wait for her.

Rory and Finn lay exausted on the couch after bring all of Rory's boxes in.

"My gosh, woman! You have a lot of books!"

"Ok now, stop complaining! You're the one who told me to bring everything!"

"You're right. So, do you want to unpack now or relax?"

"I think that I'm going to unpack now." She got up and saw Finn getting up to follow her. "Oh, you don't have to help me unpack."

"It's fine Love, I need something to do, besides stare at the wall and get fat. Will this count as my excersize for the week?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course, Finn." she said in a sarcastic tone.

Rory and Finn had just finished unpacking and organizing everything in Rory's room Half the time was spent with Rory telling Finn that everything could not go under the bed and him pretending not to care and throwing things into random boxes just to see her make the frustrated face that he loved so much.

"So, do you want to watch a movie, Roomie?" Finn asked knowing that she hated him calling her that.

"Will you ever stop calling me that? What happens when I move out?" She saw something flash across his eyes. Hurt? It couldn't be. He was probably just tired. She hated how he could hide his emotions so well.

"Nope! So what's the prognosis on the movie?"

"It depends on what you have."

"Well, I'm not going to tell you! It will be a surprise!" He paused for a moment waiting for her to say something. "Do you trust me?" He said suddenly turning serious.

"Of course I do Finn." Slightly shocked by his question. "How could I not? You've done so much for me."

"Exactly! Now, close your eyes so that I can pick out a movie."

"Fine. I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"Ok, Love." He said as he started walking towards the movie cabinet.

Rory had only been in Finn's apartment once before and she had a bathroom in her room so she didn't know where one was. According to Finn the place had four bathrooms. She took the time to look around and see all of the paintings and article clippings hanging on the wall. Most were of Life and Death Brigade gatherings but what caught her eye, was the framed one. She got a closer look at it and saw that it was an obitchuary. She scanned her eyes looking for his last name. She gasped when she saw it. It was a young girl, no more than twelve. She saw that she was stabbed. She was Finn's sister.

Rory distractedly walked into a room and was happy to find that it was the bathroom. She looked closer and wasn't so happy anymore.

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Finn was waiting for Rory in the livingroom when he heard her gasp and then scream. He got up, knocking over a diet coke as he did, and ran to where he heard the sound. The closer he got, the worse the pain in his stomach grew. He knew where she was. She was there. As soon as he saw her, his beliefs were confirmed.

There she was, shaking on the ground, curled up in a ball, in the same spot where she was raped. He ran ever to her and noticed the razor in her hand. The blood slowly forming around her.

A/N: Hey, I hope you liked it! Not exactly what I was expecting on writing, but I think it works. Please review!