Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N: I am really, really sorry it's been so long. I have hit the worst writer's block I have ever had. This isn't how I wanted this to go. I almost wish that Rory had stayed with Tristan. Funny, huh? 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.

"I'm sorry," Lorelai interrupted. "I am sorry you think that, Rory, but that is not what happened and I will not let you tell at me. You aren't seventeen anymore. You aren't even twenty. You don't get to have these spats at me anymore because you can't come into my room at midnight and curl up next to me in bed."

"Is this because you're mad that I haven't been home in awhile?" Rory asked.

"Awhile?" Lorelai sputtered. "Awhile? I think awhile is the understatement of the century. You haven't been home in two years. If it weren't for your very generous bank account and my frequent flyer points, I wouldn't have seen you in those two years."

"This isn't about that!" Rory shrieked. "This is about you going behind my back to tell Tristan that I was leaving him for Logan. What, did you think that you could make life so hard for me that I would flee home?"

"I didn't tell Tristan anything," Lorelai sighed, her voice suddenly quiet. "Rory, I thought you would have learned by now not to go making rash judgments. I always told you 'assuming makes an ass out of you and me.'"

"Well, if you didn't tell him, who did?" she demanded. "Because when I came home, he was sitting at my dining room table with his suitcases all packed and he was ready to leave and he knew."

"Of course he knew!" Lorelai snapped. "Damnit, Rory! Even Luke knew what was going to happen. You were the one who was so damn blind."

"This isn't about who was blind and who could see," Rory replied. "I just want to know who told Tristan. I want to know how he knew."

"Honey, you have to promise not to get mad," Lorelai said, taking in a deep breath. "I get that you're already mad and I get that this phone call is only going to digress but humour me."

"Fine, I promise," Rory grunted.

"I didn't tell Tristan but it is my fault he knows," Lorelai said calmly. She heard a sharp intake of breath on her daughter's side of the phone. "He rang me and he asked if I'd talked to you and I said yes and he said 'I guess that means you know she's chosen Logan' and I said yes. He laughed and laughed and laughed and I didn't understand why and then he told me he hadn't talked to you yet but that I had made what he was going to say easier."

"Are you telling me the truth?" Rory asked incredulously. "Because that sounds a little far-fetched."

"I don't quite have the imagination to make that up," Lorelai answered dryly. "I mean it is completely plausible. When have I ever made up something plausible? And honestly, Tristan's a smart guy. He's not stupid. He knew what was going to happen when he left you two alone. You know that."

"I, um, I," Rory started but Lorelai interrupted.

"I think a good way to apologise would be to visit," Lorelai said, not bothering the reproach that sounded in her voice. "And as for saying 'I agree with you, Mummy,' I can wait. I just have one question. Do you really think I would betray you like that?"

"Yes," Rory answered honestly. "If you were really worried about me or you thought I was making a huge mistake, I think you would."

Lorelai was silent because she knew in her heart of hearts it was true. When she could bring herself to talk, she said something else she knew was true.

"I am loyal to you first and always, kiddo. If I did something like that, it would be to cover your backside, not the other persons. I love you," she whispered.

"Mum," Rory said suddenly. "I'm going to miss Tristan."

"I know you are, honey. And it's okay to miss him. you two were together for a really long time. You lived together, you had a life, had plans. You would be heartless if you didn't miss him."

"I love Logan," she continued. "I mean, I really love Logan and I kind of feel like he doesn't deserve to see me break down. I'm doing this for him, to be with him. I feel worse for him in a way than I do for me and I feel pretty badly for myself right now," Rory admitted. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to walk these hallways and not see Tristan. I don't know how I'm going to hide the fact that I'm seeing Tristan either. It just doesn't seem fair, for either of them."

"You're a great girl," Lorelai replied. "They both know what they lost. Logan was just the luckier one."

"You're only saying that because I'm your daughter. if it wasn't me, you'd call me a tramp or a whore," Rory answered.

"Do they sound like words I would use?" Lorelai asked.

"I don't know. I guess," she sighed. "You should have seen the look on his face when he left. It was like he was dying inside. I felt so bad that I wanted to call him back and tell him that it was all one big mistake and that it was him I wanted to be with."

"But then Logan…"

"Then I would have had to let go of Logan. I don't know. For some reason letting go of Tristan seems harder than it would have been to let Logan go," Rory admitted. "I cant believe this. this morning I woke up and I knew what I wanted so clearly. Now that Tristan is gone, I'm all muddled and confused. Who do I want? This is making me crazy?"

"Did it ever occur to you that you want neither of them?" Lorelai asked. "And that you were just using Logan as a way to get rid of Tristan because you had no other reason too?"

"Of course not. That's just stupid," Rory replied. "Isn't it?"

"I know who you love and I know who you're meant to be with but I don't think you do," Lorelai said softly. "I'm not going to say anything about you coming home because you won't figure it out here either. All I'm saying is maybe you should wait awhile before you and Logan rush into anything. You should make really and truly sure he's the one you want because this is it. The one you choose is the one you're going to be with forever."

"Ouch," Rory answered. "How do you know?"

"Just do, kid," she replied. "I'd better go. We good?"

"We're good," Rory smiled softly.

"Promise not to call me accusing me of things I didn't do?"

"My mother taught me never to make promises I cant keep and although I still did, I've decided to listen to her just this once," Rory said.

"That's my good girl. Love you."

"Love you."

-

"Rory," Logan called tentatively. He closed the door behind him and waited for her to answer. "Rory, it's just me. Where are you?"

"In here," she answered from his bedroom. He frowned and walked down the hall. He pushed open the door and she looked up when he entered.

"What's going on?" he asked, first taking in her tear-stained face and then taking in the stack of suitcases that were on the floor. She was shoving things in feverishly and he frowned. "Rory, would you sit down please?"

"Logan, you cant stay here. I cant stay here," she whispered. She stopped throwing clothes around and staggered backwards to the bed where she sat down.

"Okay, so we'll both leave together," he answered. "We cant really stay here anyway, can we? This isn't our place. It's Tristan's place. I assume he'll want it back."

"Logan, I don't mean we're leaving. I mean you're leaving. I have some, some things to figure out," she said, the words leaving her mouth in a slow monotone voice that was certainly not her own.

"I don't get it," he said, confused. He sat down next to her but he didn't move to touch her. Somehow, he knew that was what she wanted.

"I love you," she whispered. "But I love Tristan. I thought you were the one I wanted but I just don't know."

"Rory, you're just upset about him. Don't get confused and don't think I'm going to be angry about it. I'm not," Logan comforted her. "I expect it. I'd think worse of you if you weren't upset. And as for figuring things out, take as long as you need. I didn't expect to come home tonight and have you run into my arms and have things fall into place, though that would be nice."

"What are you saying?" she asked. "That you aren't bothered with the fact I miss my ex-boyfriend? Or that I'm upset we broke up?"

"Exactly," he replied. "Don't repeat everything I say. I'm making total sense for the first time in my life."

"Well, I'm confused," she mused.

"Then let me speak. I should be mad that you are here, packing all my stuff into suitcases but I'm actually quite concerned. You haven't folded a thing and that scares me. It also makes me think that this is a rash and un-thought about thing you're doing which means you don't really know if its right, you just need to do something. Am I right so far?"

She nodded sheepishly.

"I also know that you love me and that deep in your heart, you know I'm the one for you, otherwise you wouldn't have let Tristan go. I think you're just doing this because you feel guilty and you cant bear to be happy in this house," he continued. "You think you're confused but you're just feeling guilty."

"Maybe you're right," she answered.

"Maybe?" he replied. He stooped down and zipped up the first suitcase.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to give you exactly what you think you want. I'm going to stay at Cass's for awhile. Give you some time to think," he said. He zipped up the second suit-case and then stood up. "I know you think I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine but I'm not. I just want you to make sure that you're ready to spend the rest of your life with me because when I get you this time, it'll be for good. I'll get the rest of my stuff later."

He leant down and kissed her on the forehead before leaving the room. Rory looked around the empty room and realised just how empty the house suddenly felt.

Days went past. Days where she saw Logan at work and talked to her mother on the phone. Days where she let herself into her disturbingly empty house (she slept in Logan's room because it still smelled like him). And days where she felt so hopelessly alone that she couldn't even think. She saw Logan and Tristan everywhere she looked. Seeing them both so vividly made it hard, oh so hard but she had she what she wanted now, time alone to think and decide, and just like everybody knew she would, she hated it. So she packed up her own oversized suitcase and left. Went home to see her mother. Finally.