All Rory wanted to do was sleep and couldn't. When she finally fell asleep, she woke shortly after covered in sweat from a nightmare. It's always bits and pieces from her time in Turkey, this time, however, she seen things she hadn't before. There was blood everywhere, but nothing would come into focus enough to make it make sense. She could hear screaming and could hear herself crying, but couldn't see anything but a pool of blood. Rory's body was shaking, she could feel another panic attack coming on. She was trying her techniques she learned from Dr. Anderson and Paris and managed to keep the attack to a minimum.

Still not feeling very good, she decided to take a quick shower. With the warm water cascading down her back, she sat down on the shower floor and wrapped her arms around herself. As soon as she closed her eyes, the images came back. It was terrifying. She couldn't hold the tears in, she tried her best to stifle the noise, but she couldn't stop crying. She didn't want to wake Liam, especially not to see her like this.

She managed to pull herself together and slipped on a nightgown. She glanced at the clock and seen 2:16 a.m. "This is going to be a long night." She groaned to herself. She decided she would need some coffee. She had her fancy coffee machine out and was trying her hardest to figure it out. But, just like her dream earlier, nothing made sense. She was overwhelmed and once again the tears were falling.

"Ugh, I hate this damn machine." She scooped it up and managed to get her door open without dropping it. She set it down outside the door and hoped it would get picked up with the trash. Frustrated and not knowing how to make it better, she decided to give the machine a quick kick. Not her smartest decision, because that hurt terribly. She was now wincing and holding her foot. She was so wrapped up in her own commotion, she didn't hear the elevator ding.

Logan was just getting back to his apartment and came off the elevator just in time to watch Rory kick the espresso machine. He couldn't figure out what was going on, but could tell she was upset. As he got closer, he could see the tears on her face. "Rory, is everything okay?"

Rory jumped, she hadn't heard him coming. She looked at him, quite surprised he was alone. She didn't know what to say. She decided a partial version of the truth would work.

"Logan, I didn't see you there. I'm okay, just having a bad night. I couldn't sleep, I wanted some coffee and this stupid thing does not work. I guess I had a little meltdown." She wiped the tears from her face.

Logan just stood there. This woman has captured his every thought for the last six hours. He wanted to grab her and hold her. But he couldn't. He finally was able to speak… "I can help you with the machine, it's a little tricky at first, but once you get it, you will be very thankful you have this."

Rory didn't say anything, she just gestured to the machine, silently giving Logan the okay. She turned around and walked back inside.

Logan couldn't help but look at her. She had on a very thin silk nightgown, it hugged her curves perfectly. And, if he was a betting man, he would bet there was nothing on underneath it. Her hair was still wet, she must have just gotten out of the shower.

Rory turned around and noticed him just standing there. "Did you want me to bring it in?"

Logan jumped as she caught him staring. "No, sorry, I'll get it."

He picked it up and brought it into the kitchen. He plugged it in and was getting everything ready. Rory was on the opposite side of the counter, it dawned on her when Logan was staring that she wasn't wearing much for clothes.

"Rory, you should really come over here if you want to learn how to work this."

Rory walked around the counter and stood next to him. She could smell him and just like earlier, it made her shiver. Logan could feel it too, the electricity in the air. They both stood there looking at the machine, but nobody said anything. "Um, excuse me for a minute, I need to grab my robe. It's a little chilly in here." Rory stepped back and went back to her room.

Logan didn't say anything. She returned quickly and Logan went over the basics. He did the first cup and asked Rory to try it. She stumbled through it but managed to get it without assistance. She did a little happy dance and when she turned around, Logan was right there. There eyes were locked and seeing her smile made him smile. Their bodies were touching and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Neither one of them made a move, but they never stepped apart.

"See, it wasn't that hard, now was it." Logan managed to get out.

"No, I guess it wasn't."

Logan saw something out of the corner of his eye and when he looked up, there was Liam standing only in his boxers. He quickly stepped back causing Rory to look over.

"Rory, everything ok?"

"Liam, sorry if I woke you. I couldn't sleep and Logan was teaching me how to use this coffee machine."

"Oh, is that all he was teaching you?" Liam gave Logan his best death glare.

Logan started putting pieces together in his head, Rory just out of the shower in next to nothing, Liam in only his boxers. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he just walked in on. And while it was a very likely scenario, it couldn't have been more wrong.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I was just helping her with the machine. It's really late, I need to get some sleep." And without another word, Logan quickly turned around and let himself out.

Liam looked at Rory. "Really, you going to stand there and tell me there's not something going on with you two? That's twice in the last 8 hours I've walked in on the two of you gazing all doe eyed into each other. He's into you, you're into him. Just say it."

"Liam, can we not do this. I was having a mini meltdown when he found me kicking the espresso machine in the hallway. He offered to help me, that's it."

"Good God, Rory. Denial much? I'm going back to bed, are you good?"

"I'll be fine, thanks. I can't sleep, I'm going to watch a movie or something. You are welcome to join me."

"Considering it's almost 3 am, I think I'll pass. Goodnight, Rory."

"night.."

Somewhere in the night, Rory did manage to fall asleep on the couch. However, the same memories came back to her in the form of yet another bad dream. She was tossing and turning and talking in her sleep. Liam could hear her crying and decided to go check on her. The clock told him it was barely 6 a.m. He found her shaking on the couch, obviously having a nightmare. He knelt down next to her and gently tried to wake her up.

"Rory, hey wake-up. You're dreaming." He was rubbing his hand along her back trying to coax her awake.

She sat up quickly not sure where she was. Liam took in her appearance, her hair and nightgown were drenched in sweat. His heart really did break seeing her like this. The old Rory was strong and resilient, and this Rory was scared and defeated. He didn't care about anything that happened earlier. He just scooped her up and held her. His mind was going a million places, wondering what could have caused her this state of frailness.

Rory didn't fight him. No words were said. They just laid together until they both fell asleep.

A few hours later they woke to the sun shining on their faces. They both sat up unsure what to say. Liam could sense her nervousness. "Rory, why don't you take a shower and I'll make us some breakfast."

"You don't have to do that."

"I know, I want to. Go."

Rory got up off the couch and headed back toward her room. She took a shower and threw on a t-shirt and sweats. She came out into the kitchen.

"I see you still love your Yale sweatpants." He smiled as he handed her a cup of coffee.

She took in the wonderful aroma. "That I do. So, where are you living these days?"

"I'm here in the city, still working for my uncle, but stateside. It's a pretty good gig. He really misses you, you know."

Rory was getting the plates down while Liam was finishing the eggs and bacon. "I know, I talked to him last week. He was an incredible boss. I appreciate the experience he trusted me with."

Liam could sense the sadness and knew he needed to change the subject. They made small talk about their families, and had a few laughs over their time on the campaign trail. Overall, it was pleasant.

They cleaned the dishes together and Liam knew it was time to go. "Rory, I better get going. I really am glad I found you. PLEASE don't shut me out like that again. If friendship is the only thing you can give me, I will take it. And I mean it when I say this, day or night… if you need me, call me, text me, I will be here no matter what."

He pulled her close to him and hugged her. "Thanks, Liam. I am really sorry I shut you out like that."

"I know, Rory." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and let himself out. His heart was breaking again, that closure he was looking for last night he seemed to have found this morning. His chapter with Rory felt complete and that made him incredibly sad.

Rory felt even more lost than before. She had let herself believe that Liam held the answers. Now that she knows he doesn't, the little hope she had seemed to be fading. She contemplated calling her mom, but there was still something inside her keeping her at arm's length. Paris crossed her mind, but she wasn't ready for the blunt force trauma that would surely come with it. She went back to her room and crawled in bed. And before she could even get the blankets up, the tears were coming down.,

She wanted to sleep and never wake up. She could hear the buzzing from her cell phone on her nightstand but she couldn't bring herself to answer. It continued again and she just put the pillow over her head. A few minutes later she could feel someone sit down on the bed. When she pulled the blankets off, there was Finn.

"Oh, love." He said as he took in her swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Finn stayed with her the rest of the day. They didn't talk about anything serious. They watched several episodes of Glee and ate copious amounts of junk food. Rory was so grateful for his friendship.

"Darling, I know the timing couldn't be any worse, but I have to leave tomorrow for 3 weeks. I'll be back for St. Patty's weekend."

Rory could feel her stomach fall, but she put on her best brave face. "Finn, I will be fine. You have been so good to me, it's time I get a handle on myself."

Finn sat up next to her. "You call me, any time and I will listen. And, if you really need me, I will be on the next plane here. Do you understand?"

"Finn, thank you. But that won't be necessary."

"The offer stands regardless."

Rory started shifting nervously as she contemplated telling Finn. "You know Finn, last night… I remembered something different. At least I think it's a memory."

Finn knew this was a big deal for her to open up to him. "Is that so, do you want to talk about it?"

"I think I do."

"Okay… I'm ready when you are."

Rory stared at the coffee table. Finn was next to her on the couch and just waited for her to be ready. It took her a few minutes and then she just started talking. She told him about her dream and the blood. She told him about Liam and why she avoided him. She told him about his declaration of love and that she had vested so much energy into him having the answers, she's not sure what to do now that he doesn't.

There were lots of tears and Finn just rubbed her back. When she was finally done she looked over at him with the saddest eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh love, you will figure this out. I know you will and it seems your mind is trying to fill in the pieces. And, it's going to be scary and confusing but you have a whole slew of us in your corner. Your family, me, Liam, and even Logan and Honor. Whatever you need. Now, when is your next appointment with Dr. Anderson?"

"Tomorrow."

"Good, I was hoping you were going to say that because if it wasn't, I wasn't going to make it be."

"Thanks Finn, I know it's hard for me to open up like this. You have shown me over and over that you are here for me, I really appreciate everything. Just being here today, was a really big thing. I wanted to just sleep and never wake up and after ten minutes with you here, you had me laughing."

The seriousness of what she just shared was not lost on Finn. He knew she was in a bad place this morning, but had no idea how bad. Finn really didn't want to leave her tomorrow.

"I know it's hard for you to talk about all this, but I can see how much it helps you. You have to start opening up more. "

"I know, Finn. I will try. And I know you are worried about me, I promise I will be fine."

"I will call every day, probably more than that."

"I would expect nothing less."

Finn left the next day. Rory's appointment went well with Dr. Anderson. He was very encouraging that her memories would return and she would have the strength to tackle whatever fallout with them. He did his best to prepare her for the additional flashbacks that would likely start happening. He moved her twice a week appointments up to three times a week. Knowing how scary it will be for her, he left her his after-hours number and promised he would be able to get her through it.

Rory felt much better after her appointment with Dr. A. She texted Finn a quick update, knowing he was worried. He responded immediately with every smiley face emoji on his phone. Typical Finn.

The week was pretty uneventful, Chris and Lorelai came for a visit the following Saturday. She spent Sunday catching up with Lane, Paris and even Liam. She noticed after she talked to Liam, she would have additional dreams. None have been quite as scary as the first time around, but she was getting more pieces to this giant puzzle.

One thing was strange though, she hadn't seen or heard from Logan since the early morning in her apartment with the espresso machine. She knew the impression that he left with and she was hoping they would have had a chance to talk by now. She had knocked a few times and he was never home.

She finally texted Finn and asked about him. Turns out he went to London for a couple weeks to check on some things for his father. Unbeknown to Finn or Rory, he requested the trip. He wanted to get away, have a chance to clear his head of all things Rory Gilmore.

Finally it was the Monday before Finn was coming back. He was coming in on Thursday, just in time to celebrate St. Patty's Day on Friday. Rory was looking forward to it, she missed her friend. He even had a big party planned for just friends downstairs in the Great Room so Rory could be a part of it.

Logan had returned the night before, she knew from Finn what time he was getting home. She was sitting in the kitchen waiting for the elevator to ding. She stuck her head out the door to say hi. He smiled and said hi back, but he wasn't himself. He didn't try to continue any kind of conversation and Rory got the hint and let him be. She was sure he was just tired from traveling.

She gave him a day and figured she would try again tonight. She heard him get home and waited for him to get settled. She went across the hall and knocked.

"Hey Logan, just wanted to see how your trip was." Rory stood in the doorway waiting for him to let her in. But, he didn't.

"It was good, Rory. Say, I'm just on my way out. Can we catch up another time?"

Rory looked around, he didn't seem to be going anywhere, the tv was on and he didn't even have any shoes on.

"Oh, sure. That sounds good. Have a good night."

Rory went back to her apartment unsure what that was all about. She got the very distinct impression that Logan didn't want to be around her.

Tuesday morning Rory woke up to the wind and snow howling. It was unusual for it to be this cold in New York in March. The storm continued on through Wednesday. By Thursday, the powerlines were so heavy with ice, they were about to snap any minute.

Finn was hopeful he would still get in tonight, but Rory knew better. She had been texting him back and forth and then he just stopped. She wasn't sure what was going on.

She finally fell asleep and woke up screaming. After three agonizing weeks, she finally remembered where the blood came from. It was horrible. She was trying her best to maintain her breathing, finally she opened the patio door off her bedroom and went outside in the freezing cold. The shock from the cold did manage to pull her from a full on panic attack. She looked around outside and notice the city was mostly black. The power had gone out.

She went back in her room to call Finn, she needed him but he didn't answer. The images from her dream were playing over and over and she could feel another panic attack coming. Her body was shaking, her body was in such a state of shock, she couldn't even cry.

She was hoping Finn was across the hall. She turned the light on her cell phone and went over to Logan's. She opened the door slowly and just went in. His apartment was pitch black. She used the light from her phone to make her way to Finn's room but he wasn't in there. Before she knew it she found herself in Logan's room.

She nudged him slightly, "Logan, wake up Logan."

Logan moved slightly but didn't move. She tried again louder. "Logan, wake up."

This time he rolled over. He was trying to figure out what was happening. He could see the silhouette of a person in his room.

"Huh, what do you want Finn?"

"it's not Finn, it's Rory."

Logan's eyes blinked open and he immediately sat up on the bed. Rory was in her bare feet wearing next to nothing, she was pacing back and forth, clearly upset about something.

"Rory, what are you doing? Is everything okay?"

"Where is Finn, I can't find Finn? The power is out. I really need to talk to Finn." He could hear the panic in her voice.

"Okay, do you need candles?"

"No, I don't need candles, I really need Finn."

Logan watched her closer, he could see her body shaking. "Rory, I'm guessing Finn wasn't able to land. Look, I know I'm not Finn but let me help you."

"I just want it to stop, I just want to forget. I can't make it stop." She was still pacing back and forth, but he could see the tears falling from the reflection of his alarm clock.

Logan took a breath, "Okay, Rory try and calm down." He stood up from the bed and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Rory, please, sit down and talk to me. Can I get you some water?"

"Um, okay sure, I guess water would be good." Rory slowly sat down on the bed.

Logan stepped out and into the kitchen in only his boxers and grabbed two glasses of water. "Here, drink some."

Rory took a sip and her breathing was getting better. And just like that she flew back off the bed and was pacing again.

"It doesn't stop Logan, I can't make it stop. As soon as I think I'm okay, it comes back. I can't breathe."

"Rory, did you have a dream? Talk to me about it, that will help you work through it." Rory remembered Finn's words before he left, he told her she needed to talk things through and not keep it bottled up.

"Blood…. Blood everywhere. They shot her! I was just standing there and they shot her, she was just a little girl."

"What?" Trying his best to put the pieces together. Logan remembered the Turkey incident, Finn never really shared any of the details with him about what happened to her. "In Turkey, this happened when you were there."

"Yes. I couldn't get to her."

"Rory… whatever happened is not your fault. You have to know that."

"I don't know anything Logan, I'm a fucking mess. I just want it to stop. Make it stop, Logan."

"Rory, I'm trying here. Do you want me to call someone, take you somewhere?"

"No….." Rory stopped pacing and leaned back against the wall, she put her hands over her face. "I just want to forget."

Logan was sitting back down on the edge of the bed, not having a clue what to do. He looked up to see Rory walking toward him, something had changed in her face. She stopped directly in front of him, her legs touching his. She knelt down and straddled his lap. She looked into his eyes then started to kiss his neck.

Logan was completely caught off guard. He quickly lifted her up and they both were standing. "Rory, what are you doing. You don't want to do this."

Their bodies were still touching. "I do want to do this, Logan. I want my mind to stop reliving this nightmare. And right now, this is something I know will work."

"You will regret this, Rory."

"I regret a lot of things in life, doesn't necessarily stop me from doing them. Regret builds character."

"Rory." Logan sat back down and ran his hands through his hair.

Rory stepped back in front of him and grabbed her tank at the hem and pulled it over her head. Logan looked up, he swallowed the giant lump that formed in his throat but he still couldn't find any words. Rory knelt down again and straddled his lap, this time her very peaked nipples grazed his cheek and chest as she sat down on him.

Logan swallowed again. He could feel his body respond to her and wearing only boxers, he knew she could feel it to. "Rory, I'm trying really hard to be a gentleman here."

Rory grabbed his face between her hands, "I'm not looking for a gentleman right now." She looked deep into his eyes, "Logan, just make me forget."

She reached down and slowly brought her mouth to his. She kissed him slowly waiting for him to respond. He had just started to kiss her back and then pulled away.

"Rory, are you sure?" He looked into her beautiful blue eyes and instead of their sparkle, all he could see was fear and sadness. He would do anything to make that go away.

Rory didn't answer, instead she grabbed his face again and started kissing him. She felt it the very second Logan let go of his resolve. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He kissed her back with fervor. He licked the bottom of her lip asking for entrance. She gladly granted it.

Logan spent two agonizing weeks in London trying to forget this woman and here he was kissing her in his bedroom and it was better than he could have imagined.

They pulled apart when they finally needed air. Rory arched her back giving Logan better access to her. He immediately took a breast into his mouth and began sucking and biting at it. Rory let out a soft moan and Logan took that as permission to continue his assault. He took in the other one and continued. Finally, when the barrier between them became too much, he lifted her up and pushed her back up against the wall. She helped him out and slid off her shorts leaving her in just her thong. Logan reached down and looped his finger under the elastic and quickly removed them. He stopped for a moment and admired her naked form. Rory, disappointed by the lack of contact, grabbed his boxers and shimmied them off of him. She pushed him back toward the bed and for the third time this evening, straddled his lap. This time when she sat down, she took him inside with her.

Logan groaned at the sensation. "Fuck Rory." Rory began moving her body up and down. It took Logan a minute to get his head back in the game. "So fucking tight, Rory. God, you feel amazing." He grabbed her face and continued kissing her while she moved up and down slowly. He kissed her neck and sucked on her earlobes. She could feel her pleasure building. She arched her back and allowed him better access. She began to whimper… "Fuck Logan, I'm so close." Logan reached down and rubbed her clit and within seconds Rory's body was convulsing with pleasure.

Logan watched her face as she came, he wanted nothing more than to be deeper inside her. He gave her a minute to adjust and flipped her on her stomach and pulled her legs down. He stood up and hovered over the edge of the bed and entered her from behind. Rory moaned and dug her fingers into the bed sheets. He was so deep inside and she could feel every inch of him. Logan started thrusting harder and it wasn't long before she felt another orgasm coming. "Don't stop Logan, just like that." Logan thrusted harder and faster as he watched Rory's face when she came again. He couldn't hold back another second and with one final thrust, he found his own release.

He bent forward and softly kissed her back. He rested his forehead down on her back and just stayed like that for a minute. He finally pulled out of her and laid down next to her. They both looked at each other and neither knew what to say. Rory reached over and grabbed her water from earlier. She took a drink and handed it to Logan who took it eagerly.

"I'm going to go clean up." Logan said as he headed toward his bathroom. He wasn't gone for more than a couple minutes, but when he came back, Rory was sound asleep under the covers.

Logan just stood there and watched her for a minute. So many thoughts were running through his head. But, the questions would wait for another day. He crawled into bed next to her, Rory subconsciously snuggled into him.

A/N – Fun Fact: This story started out from a dream I had where I lived across the hall from Matt Czuchry and the power went out. Based on the events above, I'm guessing you can imagine how it played out. Sadly, I've never been able to recreate this dream… as much as I've tried. It was such a great dream... please don't tell my husband. ha!

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Thank you for reading!