Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N: Someone asked if they were in London or America. They are in London. Also, Rory left Logan not the other way around. I don't know if that's a question I said I wouldn't answer but it's answered now. Lol. Sorry if I sounded grumpy last chapter. It's hard to convey the right tone whilst typing. Happy reading! Evie. x

Aussiegirl: If you have actually deigned to read this far, then it might interest you to know that I am an Australian just like you and I'm sorry I havent been privileged enough to travel the globe. I'm sorry I have to rely on my own imagination to write something. And I really love the way you made your review anonymous which in turn has taken away my ability to re-butt. You call me an elitist, well, isn't that the blind leading the blind? Thanks for the review. Seriously. You have shown me how close-minded and judgemental Aussies can be. Hmm. That was a rather long rant but you got me on a bad, bad night. Ciao. xx

Summary: The voice on the answering machine. The picture on the entertainment. Both are eerily, uncannily familiar. L/R/T in London.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Gilmore Girls in anyway.

Chapter Three

"Hey, you're up early," Logan noted, as Rory padded into the kitchen. She was still wearing her pyjamas and her face was void of make-up.

"Tristan had an early start," she said. "I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep and then I tried to read but I couldn't concentrate so I decided to get up when I heard you."

"I started the coffee," he said, motioning to the brewing pot. She smiled.

"You're great," she said, softly. She was obviously tired and his heart went out to her.

"And you're easy to please," he replied. She yawned and shrugged. "Didn't sleep well, huh?"

"Apparently, boyfriends don't like the idea of their girlfriends' ex-boyfriends living with them," she said, shrugging. "Who knew?"

"He does get that I'm no threat, doesn't he?" Logan asked.

"I guess not," Rory said, after awhile. He didn't look up because he didn't want to know what she thought. She sighed and then eventually, they looked at each other. She walked over and placed a hand on his arm. She looked at him sadly. "I was sorry to hear about your father."

"I was sorry to hear about your grandfather," Logan replied. They stood together in silence, each nursing their own wounds. "You want to know the funniest thing about it? My grandfather is still alive. He'll outlive us all, I know it."

"I think my grandmother will outlive us all, too," she added. "Maybe they should get together."

"Right because you like living in hell," Logan countered sarcastically. Rory smiled and listened for the coffee to finish. The pot beeped, signaling it was done and she leapt at it. She sighed blissfully after taking the first sip and then looked at him. He was glaring at her and holding his empty cup.

"We don't have the guests' first policy here. It's every man, or woman, for themselves. Besides, you better than anybody know that my need for coffee is bigger than any need of yours or any living persons could ever be," she explained after guzzling half the cup.

"But I'm not a guest," he shot-back. "I live here. And your coffee addiction is sick."

"Oh, them's fighting words," Rory said. The shrill ring of the telephone cut her off. She leaned over and grabbed it. "Hi, Mummy."

"Hi, daughter. How did you know it was going to be me?" her mother asked.

"Umm, caller I.D?" Rory suggested. She could almost hear her mother frowning. "I know, I know. I don't have caller I.D. How about telepathic connection?"

"If you and Lorelai really had a telepathic connection, you wouldn't need to use the phone," Logan pointed out. "And you do have caller I.D."

"Go to work, Logan," Lorelai shouted over the phone. Rory cringed and held the phone away from her ear. She handed the phone over to Logan and smiled.

"She has something to say to you," she explained. She got out some bowls and grabbed four boxes of cereal and the milk and set them on the island bench as Logan and Lorelai talked. He raised an eyebrow as she poured the milk and cereal into her bowl but said nothing. Eventually, the phone was handed back over to her. She hit the speakerphone button and slammed the phone back into its cradle. "I'm eating so you're on speaker-phone."

"Grandma wanted to know if you were planning on coming home for Christmas," Lorelai started. "I told her it depended on whether you were pregnant by then."

"Mum!" Rory cried. She rolled her eyes and took a bite of cereal and pretended that Logan hadn't frozen. "I can't believe you said that."

"I didn't. What I actually said was that she would have to fight the DuGrey clan and that she should start by removing the sticks they have shoved you know where and that she should remove hers too," Lorelai continued. "She threatened to have me removed by the security guards I didn't know she had but I was wearing her pearls so she couldn't very well throw me out."

"What did you really say?" Rory asked, ignoring her mother. She had too otherwise they would never have a sane and sensible conversation.

"You've gotten boring, child. I said that it was up to Tristan and that I didn't know and that I'd ask," Lorelai admitted.

"Let me guess, you had to ask in a certain time period or she'd take the pearls back?" Rory asked.

"You got it, kiddo," Lorelai cheered. "So… what's the answer?"

"I'll call Grandma and let her know I don't know yet," Rory said. "That way she knows you really talked to me and you get to keep her pearls."

"Oh, thanks hon," Lorelai cheered. "So, I checked out that magazine you sent me the other day and whoa, there are some really pretty wedding dresses in it. I circled the ones I like for you and I'm sending it back. I was thinking about the honeymoon-"

Rory scooped up the phone and held it to her ear. Logan again froze in his spot but he had the good sense not to turn around.

"Mum, speakerphone," she whispered.

"Oh, I forgot," she replied. She paused for a moment. "Why can't I talk about it on speakerphone?"

"It's just that… nothing has been settled yet," Rory explained quickly. She sank into her seat and watched Logan butter his toast slowly and methodically.

"Or maybe it's because a certain male is standing in your kitchen," Lorelai suggested, testing the waters.

"Maybe it's because… Look, I have to go. I'll talk to you later," Rory sighed.

"Okay. But this isn't over. We will talk about this later," Lorelai said, adamantly.

Rory hung up the phone and pressed it to her chest. Logan turned around and looked at her. Their eyes stayed glued together for a moment.

"So, you're still eating the same breakfast you ate at Yale," he noted, nodding towards her mish-mashed bowl.

"Old habits die hard," she said, softly. "And besides, it's a great way to get all your daily vitamins and minerals."

"You really believe that?" he asked, avoiding the white elephant in the room and the million questions he wanted to ask.

"Sure," she shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because one of our best friend's did medicine and he told us it wasn't right," Logan suggested. They were silent as they continued to eat. "Your mother has a big problem with caller I.D., huh?"

"Nah. She's just in denial that I actually have a phone that has it," Rory explained. "She thinks it means I've gotten rich and above her."

"She does realize that mobiles have caller I.D and that when you and I…" he trailed off and made a big show of looking at his watch. "You should go get ready. I don't want to be late on my first day and I'm sure you've never been late a day in your life."

-

"Rory, there's a whole bunch of messages from Tristan and this latest story that you've given me sucks," a tall man with black hair spat.

"Thanks, Keith," Rory smiled, obviously used to him. Logan was frowning but he pasted on a smile when Rory nudged him. "Keith, this is Logan Huntzberger, your new boss. Keith Sandilands is the copy editor for features."

"And the best looking guy in the office. That isn't going to change now that you're here, pretty boy," Keith snarled. He turned away from Logan and back to Logan. "Rory, if you ever put anything this shocking on my desk again, you'll regret it. I swear, it is awful."

"Would you excuse us, please?" Logan snapped, suddenly interfering. He grabbed Rory's wrist and yanked her away so hard that she yelped.

"What are you doing?" she squealed as he dragged her into an empty office.

"Since when do you let the people underneath you speak to you like that? Actually, since when have you let anyone speak to you like that?" Logan asked furiously.

"Since I'm the boss and can fire his ass plus the fact I knew he wasn't talking about my story. Since its Keith and I know he's really a big pussy cat who has to act tough and strong. He's just eccentric but he's really harmless. He has a need to prove he's manly and strong," Rory answered. She pulled away from Logan and rubbed her wrist. She frowned at him but didn't take a step back. "Ow."

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "But I won't have that kind of talk tolerated whether or not it's directed at you. Especially if it's directed at you."

"Now, now," she replied, sighing. "Let's not have this kind of talk."

"Rory, I'm just saying…"

"What are you just saying?" she asked. She checked her watch. "We have a meeting with the features team in five minutes. You'll walk around with me today and I'll show you how things are done here."

"I thought I was the boss," he answered.

"You keep thinking that," she smiled sweetly. She tugged on his jacket-sleeve and pulled him out of the office. Keith was standing outside waiting for them and she looked him up and down. "Keithsie, you and I have had this conversation before."

"What conversation?" he asked confused. She looked over what he was wearing and he sighed.

"It's okay for the club but it is not okay for the office," she repeated, taking in his black leather pants and suede vest with nothing underneath. Logan could tell from the weariness on her face and the tone of her voice that she'd given the speech before. "And besides, Mr. Huntzberger here won't like it and I know he looks tiny but he once beat up a guy so bad that he had to go to hospital. And believe you me, the other guy fought back."

"Who was the guy?" Keith asked, interested.

"An ex-boyfriend," Rory said, her voice trailing off.

"An ex-boyfriend who was harassing Rory," Logan said at the same time. They looked at each other and then quickly broke the gaze. Keith was staring between them.

"You two know each other?" he asked. He grabbed the nearest person and pulled them into the conversation. "Lola, Rory knows the new boss."

"We go way back," Rory intervened before the conversation could get any further. "Keith, aren't you late to a meeting? And Lola don't you have a byline to finish in the next hour? I can up the words if you like."

"I'm going and I won't tell," the blonde said quickly. She rolled her eyes and then tossed her permed hair at Logan who simply raised an eyebrow. She coyly held her hand out to Logan. "I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Lola Welsh."

"Logan Huntzberger," he replied curtly taking her hand. He pulled away quickly and turned to Rory. "Lead the way, Gilmore."