Gilmore Girls

Uncanny

A/N: Ugh. I just can't write well lately. Sorry if it sucks. 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 Nineteen

"Are you sure you're not mad?" Clarissa asked, throwing herself into Rory's arms. Rory threw her arms around the blonde and pulled her in tight.

"I'm not mad," she gasped, almost unable to breathe for being held so tight. She eventually pulled away from her best friend and looked her up and down. "Not that I'm not happy to see you but what are you doing here?"

"I rang Lorelai and she told me you'd left already and that you would be in on this flight," Cass shrugged. "I knew Tristan told you we were together but I wanted to get to you first and make sure you weren't mad."

"Cass, you think maybe we can do this on the way home?" she asked. "Its not that I'm not happy to see you and I am very eager to hear all about the news but there's someone I really want to see."

"You don't mean the blonde gentleman standing over near the doors there, do you?" Cass asked with a cheeky smile on her face. She had barely finished her sentence before Rory was running over to said blonde gentleman. They were both beaming as she bounded towards him. He opened his arms and swept her up into them when she was within palpable reach. She buried her head into his chest and melted into him as his fingers traced her back and up to her neck. She eventually pulled away slightly and looked up at him.

"I've missed you," he said, breaking the silence. She nodded at him and smiled again. He leant down and kissed her, slowly at first but as she went to pull away, he pulled her back again and kissed her deeper.

"Well, that was worth waiting two weeks for," she said, after she had wrenched herself away from him. He grinned and took her carry-on bag from her.

"Where's the rest of your luggage?" he asked. She shrugged and motioned to a trolley that held

"Over there. Let's go home," she said. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Where are you staying? I just realised I can't stay with Cass. Tristan is there. Not you. This means I can't go there because I won't be with you. I can't believe that just clicked."

"Don't worry," Logan grinned. "I found us an apartment. It's a little loft in Chelsea. Very cozy."

"That means cramped," she rolled her eyes.

"Its small but I wouldn't say cramped. It's trendy. It needed a little work but I really think you'll like it," he shrugged.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.

"I wanted to surprise you," he retorted. "Are you surprised?"

"Very," she replied. She pulled him in for another kiss. "Happy too."

-

"Okay, so tell me everything," Rory said, leaning forward and tapping Cass's knee. She then moved back and pulled her legs up under herself. They were in the back-seat of the limousine Logan had called. He knew they would be much more comfortable with someone else driving and if Cass hadn't of been there, he knew what else they would be. However, as it was, Cass was with them and he was happy to share Rory for the time being, only if she didn't move from her place on the seat squished next to him. His hands were all over her. On her legs, on her face, in her hair. She let him touch her and never once complained but she was content to simply lean against him, her hand briefly touching his knee every time she made a point.

"What's to tell?" Cass asked, waggling her eyebrows. "You want the dirty dirt?"

It never ceased to amaze Logan just how brash, how British and how much of a broad Clarissa was. He knew without looking that Rory was wrinkling her nose. Soon enough he felt her silky hair brush against his chest as she shook her head.

"Just the clean dirt, please. I already know the dirty dirt myself. Intimately," she said if off-handedly. Logan felt her pause and felt a sharp intake of breath. She quickly turned her head to him and offered him a peck. "I'm sorry. I forgot."

"It's okay, Ace," he shrugged. "Water under the bridge."

"Anyway, go on," Rory prodded Cass. "When did it happen? How? Was there anything between you when he and I were together or was it all after?"

"I don't know that there was anything there before. If there was, we didn't know it and we didn't act on it," she said almost pointedly. Rory narrowed her eyes. That's how it was going to be. Cass was thrilled that Tristan and Rory had broken up but she was going to take his side in it, even though she had been Rory and Logan's friend first. "Anyway, he stayed at Laurie's for a few days and then I met him out at Orange and I invited him to come stay with me for awhile which he did. I'd had a bad day at work and I came home to find him cooking dinner and I basically collapsed at the dining table and started bawling. He came over and hugged me and I turned to him and I kissed him and that was it. We went on from there."

"Wow," Rory breathed. "He likes to rescue."

"He does," Logan said. "But he can cook. That, in a guy, is a winner. Especially if he's with the likes of you two."

"I can cook," Clarissa disagreed.

"So can I," Rory replied. Logan started laughing and Rory scooted away from him indignantly.

"I take it back," he said, between laughs. "Come back."

"Not until you admit that I can cook," she said, shaking her head.

"You can cook," he said. But his face broke into another smile. "You can cook nothing. Neither of you can."

"We'll just have to prove it to you," Cass said. She nodded and glanced at Rory. "We'll have a dinner party. The four of us and you and I will cook."

"Maybe," Rory said, smiling bravely. Logan could barely cover his dismay and distaste at the idea. Clarissa caught his eye and started laughing.

"I don't know," he muttered. "Maybe not."

"Maybe not," she agreed. "But it was an idea."

"I'm not saying never," Logan interjected. "I'm just saying, give it time."

"Hey, Cass," Rory said, breaking the comfortable silence that the three had drifted into.

"Yeah," she answered, sounding a little tired. It was midnight after all.

"I'm happy for you," she said. "For you and Tristan. I bet you'll make a great couple."

"I really like him," Cass whispered. "But I'm scared he'll never love me as much as he loves you."

"Oh, Cass," Rory sighed. She caught Clarissa's eye and held it. "I promise that one day he will. One day he will love you more."

-

"Wow," Rory breathed. She looked around the tastefully decorated lounge of their loft and smiled. "It's beautiful. I love it."

"I knew you would," Logan grinned. He motioned towards a door that separated the living room from another room. "The kitchen is through there. Let's go get you something to eat."

"I ate on the plane," she said. "I'd rather just go to bed."

"Well, if you insist," Logan grinned. He pointed up a set of stairs hidden discreetly behind a bookcase. He grabbed her hand and they made their way up to the bedroom. Quickly, they changed and Rory fell onto the queen sized bed.

"Wow. This is a nice bed," she murmured.

"All the stuff from the old apartment is in storage. I thought you and Tristan could decide what to do with it when you got back which is now but there's no pressure. I got a good deal from the guy. I gave him a discount on his ads in the paper," he shrugged.

"Hey, I don't really want to talk about Tristan right now," Rory said. She rolled onto her stomach and moved so her head was resting on his face. She opened her mouth and it was snapped shut when his chest rose and fell. She moved upwards and kissed him. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," he replied. He kissed her eyelids shut and blew on her face. She giggled and buried her head into his chest, feeling his mouth in her hair. She yawned and he laughed. "Tired?"

"Mmm," she murmured.

"Too tired to talk?" he asked.

"Yes but I'm not too tired to listen," she whispered. She felt his arms enclose around her and he pulled her tighter.

"I love you so much, Ace," he whispered.

"Love you too," she said. He held her close and she relaxed into him completely. In minutes she was asleep and Logan looked down at her sleeping peaceful face.

He felt complete when she was here and they were together. He never wanted to sleep with anyone else again.