A/N: Yes, this is a fluffy story. No, no one is being blown up. Or killed. Or held at gunpoint. Or disowned. Or tragically dumped. In fact, no one is even sad. For the time being. Don't confuse that with their being no drama. There is drama. Just no crazy ex-boyfriends-turned-psychotic-gang- members-turned-gunmen-turned-thiefs who impregnate Rory while she is in the hospital recovering from a tragic car accident brought upon by Logan being disowned and her fighting with her mother who is pregnant with Luke's child even though she is with Chris.

Disclaimer: If I Gilmore Girls, there would be alot more scenes with Logan in them. P

CHAPITRE DEUX

She stared ferociously at the computer screen. It stared back at her. Using a perfectly manicured finger, she stabbed viciously at the letter 'E' on the keyboard. Nothing appeared on the blinking screen. She gave a small scream and tried again. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Nothing appeared.

She grabbed the phone from its cradle next to her, in the process knocking over the small travel clock Logan insisted on keeping there. It beeped as she finished dialing the number and held the phone to her ear.

"Logan Huntzberger here." The voice on the other end answered the phone.

"IT'S BROKEN!" She nearly screamed into the phone.

"Woah, Ace! Calm down!" Logan replied with a grin. He sat back in his chair, anticipating a more relaxing conversation then the one he had just finished with an employee he had to let go.

Rory slouched her shoulders. "It's broken." She huffed.

"What is?" He asked. He then heard the beeping noise that came from the discarded travel clock. "Um, Ace, did you break my clock?"

"No." She replied as she bent down and scooped it up. "But I will if it doesn't SHUT UP!" She directed the last bit at the clock itself, making Logan laugh. The clock, as if on cue, stopped beeping.

"Today is really not a good day for you and clocks, is it?"

"No, it isn't. Grr. One day I will defeat them all."

"See, that there is the perfect use of a Yale education – annihilating all alarm clocks." Logan said with a smirk.

"Forget about the clocks. My computer is broken."

Logan raised an eyebrow; so far, the computer had broken twice since they bought it a month ago. Usually, it was for the same reason. "What's wrong with it?"

"The keys don't type." She pouted.

Logan tried unsuccessfully to suppress a chuckle. "The keyboard is unplugged. Again."

"Oh." Rory replied sheepishly. Suddenly an idea occurred to her. "Do you think we can tell your parents and my grandparents that my computer broke so I have to stay home and work instead of coming to dinner?"

Logan rolled his eyes. "We've already rescheduled once."

"But that time didn't count, Honor was having a baby!"

"Rescheduling is rescheduling. Besides, we kind of have to tell them before we actually get married."

"But I don't want to!" Rory whined. There was a brief pause and then she swore under her breath.

"Just realized your pout won't work over the phone?" Logan said with a smile.

"Damn you, Logan Huntzberger!" She laughed. "Okay, I need to start working or I will seriously be behind. See you at five?"

"Yeah, I'll be home. Love you!"

"Love you too," Rory said, then added, "But I would love you more if you got us out of dinner!"

"Goodbye, Ace." He replied, chuckling, and then hung up.

Rory turned back to her computer screen. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, she typed, and watched as nothing appeared on the screen. Oh right. She remembered. She crawled behind the desk and re-plugged the keyboard, which had indeed been disconnected.