Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N: I'm sorry it's taken so long to update. First, I couldn't get on the computer for a whole week and then this week Dad said sent the computer off to the lovely computer boys to tell us what Mum and I already knew… There is nothing wrong with the computer except the sockets in the back are a little bit loose and fall out. Sigh. Sorry if this chapter sucks. Really. Happy reading! Evie. 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 Seven

"Wow," Logan whistled through his teeth. He picked up his scotch and downed the remainder in one gulp. He brushed a piece of fluff off his face and stared into the empty glass. "That was quite a confession there, Tristan. One I'm not quite sure that was warranted."

"I just wanted you to know how I feel about her," Tristan said. He re-arranged himself in his chair, leaning over, his elbows on the table. "Logan, did you love Rory? I mean, really love Rory?"

"Rory," Logan said. He paused and took a deep breath. "Rory was my first and only love. I loved no-one before her and I have yet to love anyone after her. I don't think I could love anyone as much as her."

"That's exactly how I feel about her," Tristan said. "I want to marry her. I want to start a family with her. I don't want anyone else to have her because I don't think that anyone will be as good to her as I am and I don't think anyone could love her as much as I do. And I think that she would say yes because she loves me too."

"Why are you telling me this?" Logan asked suddenly. "I don't really think I want to know."

"I just want you to know what you're up against if you decide to go after her," Tristan answered.

"Believe me, it was the last thing on my mind. Rory has made it perfectly clear that I am not to go after her and that even if I do, her affections will not be swayed," Logan answered, with a touch of melodrama. He chuckled and shook his head. "Tristan, can I give you some advice?"

"I guess," he replied. "Doesn't mean I'll take it."

"I can guarantee that you won't," Logan answered, matter of factly. "When it comes to Rory, don't think you know how she feels because I promise you, she is thinking the exact opposite and my other piece of advice is if you really feel like that about her, prove it. Spend time with her. Talk to her, make a big fuss over her. Don't just make her dinner and fall asleep next to her every night. Rory loves to be doted upon as much as she says she doesn't."

"She told you this?" Tristan asked.

"She didn't need too," Logan said, leveling him with a glance. "I know her."

"What did you mean when you said that when you think she feels one way, she doesn't?"

"I meant that I wanted to marry her too," Logan responded. He stood up and threw some money down on the table. "And look what happened to us. Thanks for the night out, Tristan. I'll see you at home."

"Wait!" Tristan yelled. He stood up and pulled his coat on. "I'll come too."

They left the bar and began to walk home in the rain, ignoring Rory's advice to take a cab. They were silent for the most part but Tristan stopped walking about twenty-five meters from the apartment building. He held out an arm and stopped Logan from crossing the street.

"Logan, Rory is still in love with you. I can see it in her eyes," he whispered. "Make her fall out of love with you, please. I am begging you, Logan, and that is not a manly thing to do. I don't know what I'd do if she didn't love me anymore, if she left me."

"Rory isn't going to leave you," Logan spat out through his clenched teeth. He steeled his eyes and bore them into Tristan's. "Rory loves you, Tristan. Not me, you. Believe me, I would know. Now look me in the eyes and tell me you believe me. Say 'I know Rory loves me, not you.'"

"I can't," Tristan replied. Logan wanted to hit him for being so pathetic but it was Ace. Logan knew that if the tables were turned and the roles were reversed, he would be no less dismal than Tristan.

"Well, you're an idiot," Logan sighed. He grabbed Tristan's arm and dragged him to the curb. "Let's get out of the rain."

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Logan entered the apartment and staggered down the hallway with no acknowledgement of Tristan. He went straight into his bedroom and found Rory sitting on the bed, clutching her hands to her chest. Her hair was matted to her face and her face was tear-stained.

"What are you doing in my room?" he asked. He opened a drawer, took out a top and slammed it shut.

"I just wanted too…" she started.

"Rory, your boyfriend is out there and he loves you. I mean, he really loves you. He's talking weddings and babies and summer cottages in Ireland. He already thinks that you're still in love with me so I suggest if you don't want to break his heart, you leave this room right now," he whispered hotly. He offered her his hand and slowly but surely she took it. He helped her up and they stood pressed together for a split second before Logan stepped away.

"You're angry at me," she noticed, feeling the heat in his eyes.

"I don't want to be near you right now, Ace," he admitted. "You don't want to know why but trust me, I'm doing the right thing. Go to Tristan. He doesn't need to know that you were here."

"Do you even love me anymore?" she cried. "Do you, Logan?"

"Don't you dare talk to me about love," he hissed.

"What is going on?" she asked, sinking back onto his bed. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. He stood between her legs and let his head drop so they could gaze at each other. "Logan, please talk to me."

"You really don't want to hear what I have to say," he whispered, his voice breaking.

"Then answer me. Do you still love me?" she asked desperately.

"No," he said, staring her straight in the eye. "I don't love you and Tristan does. Now, go."

He was a bona fide liar but she accepted his answer. Rory left the room and walked with a purpose into her bedroom. He heard her close the door softly and then open it as if she had just noticed the boys were home. He waited until he knew she was in the living room before getting into dry clothes and making his own way to the kitchen.

"I'm doing this for us," he heard her whimper. "Tristan, I love you and I want to be with you. Logan can find a new place to live."

"Mary, what is wrong with you tonight?" Tristan asked softly. She looked up into his eyes and he saw a world full of sadness and pain.

"There is nothing wrong with me tonight. There is something wrong with us. With you and me and I need to fix it because you were so good to me and you stayed with me and now I am going to stay with you," she replied. Logan made his presence known. She looked up at him and her eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. "How much did you hear?"

"Just the part about kicking me out," he shrugged. "If you want me to leave, I'll leave. I'm sorry for all the pain that I'm causing."

"I don't want you to go," Tristan admitted. "Rory doesn't either. She just thinks that you are the cause of all our problems."

"Don't bring him into this," Rory yelled. "He isn't the cause. You're the cause. He's simply hindrance. Logan, stay or don't stay. I don't care. But something has to change here because I am going crazy. I can't handle this pressure. The two men in my life living together and fighting over me? It's unbearable."

"Who's fighting?" Logan asked, stepping forward. "I am not fighting for you. After the way you left me, how could you even think that? Just to clear things up, I'm not fighting for you. I'm bowing out gracefully which is a hell of a lot more than what you did."

"I don't need this right now!" Rory yelled. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

"I'll go," Logan said, glancing at Tristan. He nodded and let him go off with no argument. Logan walked into his room quietly so as not to scare her. He found her rifling through the top of the cupboard as she stood on a chair that had previously been in the corner.

"Logan, you shouldn't be here right now," she said, noticing him. He reached for her and grabbed her hands, holding them behind her back. "Let me go!"

"I'm not letting you go anywhere until you tell me what is going on," he replied. He pulled her towards him so their bodies were pressing against each others. He blew on her face softly to calm her and she began to cry.

"I don't know what's going on," she admitted. He smelt something on her breath and he looked to see an open bottle sitting on his bedroom floor.

"Ace," Logan said softly. "How much of my scotch did you drink?"

"What?" she asked. She stood up wobbily and glared at Logan. She opened her mouth to defend herself but she sighed and sank out of his arms and onto the floor. Logan settled gently next to her and caressed her head. "I had a couple of glasses."

"Straight?" he asked gently.

"Maybe," she answered sheepishly.

"Oh, Ace. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that you and Tristan were out in a bar talking about me and I was thinking that Tristan was going to tell you how long we'd been together and I was thinking that you would freak out and that you and Tristan would talk about me and that one, if not both of you, would be leaving tonight because I never really told Tristan how we broke up, just that we… grew apart," she ranted. "And the idea of neither of you coming home depressed me and I remember that you always had a bottle of scotch tucked away and I decided that what I needed was some of that scotch because I wanted to be senseless."

"You know not to drink when you get upset," he whispered softly. "It always makes you do things you regret."

"I know," she said. She hung her head and began to cry. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"Me either but I think I should leave," he answered. "It's the only way, Ace."

"No!" she cried. "I don't want you to leave."

"But Tristan…"

"You are my best friend, Logan. I don't want you to go. Please don't go," she begged.

"Fine. I won't go," he answered finally.

"Good," she said. She took in a deep breath and looked up at him. "Logan, I don't feel so good. I think I'm going to throw up."

Suppressing a laugh, Logan helped her up and guided her to the bathroom. She threw herself on the floor and hung her head over the bowl. Logan looked away as she vomited. He busied himself getting her a towel and a glass of water.

"Thanks," she groaned, sipping from the glass.

"Is everything okay in there?" Tristan asked, knocking on the door.

"Don't let him see me like this," Rory begged.

Logan opened the door and smiled sheepishly at Tristan.

"She's okay. She just had a bit too much too drink," he explained. He held up a hand to stop Tristan from pushing his way in. "It's okay, I got it. I've had experience. Go to bed and sleep off your own alcohol."

Tristan rolled his eyes but turned away from the door. Logan closed the door and sighed, looking down at Rory. She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. He knelt down and took her hands.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No problem."