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A/N: Okay, so this is kind of random. Anyone hear news on the possible Gilmore Girls TV movie? I haven't heard much about it in a while...Anyhoo, here is the new chapter! I hope that you like it!

Chapter Nine: The Reinactors

"Okay, so Yale is really not winning me over with their dorms." Rory said, turning her head at an odd angle to gaze at the shoddy wall treatments.

"I'm guessing the dorms aren't on the pro side of your list, huh?"

"Nope." Logan smiled, taking his chin between a few fingers to turn her head back to him.

"But I still am, right?" She kissed him quickly, nodding.

"Yes, you are."

"Good to hear, so what is it that you wanted to ask me before?"

"Oh, that,"

"Yes, that." She squirmed from his arms a bit, facing him.

"Okay, now this is just an invitation, nothing more. There is a fair taking place at Stars Hollow, and you are invited,"

"A fair?"

"Yes,"

"What type of fair?"

"Reinactor," Logan smiled, confused.

"What are they reinacting?"

"Everything," He looked at her, still not catching on.

"Okay, I think I'm missing something. Don't reinactors usually reinact something. Like, a war, or a band?"

"We have all of that." He still looked confused and she explained further, "The fair is just for reinactors to come and show off. We have everything from Elvis to Lincoln,"

"Wow,"

"So, I'm guessing that's no?"

"Of course not, I'm coming,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, when is it?"

"Tonight,"

"This is ridiculous," Luke growled, watching hoards of costumed people eat burgers. Lorelai turned around and looked at the crowd, smiling.

"I think it's festive,"

"It's ridiculous."

"Oh, don't be such a Scrooge," She looked down at her coffee and then back up at him, "And I need more coffee,"

"It's sickening," Luke continued, pouring her another cup, "Do they have any self respect? Going around dressed like Marilyn Monroe, it's just-"

"Oh, it's Steve McQueen!" Lorelai gushed, whipping out a camera to take a picture.

"No," Luke grabbed the camera from her, "You will not do that in here,"

"But-"

"You'll get it back when you leave," She pouted, taking a sip of coffee while grabbing her phone from her purse.

"Hey, Lorelai, what are you doing?" Before he could react she took a picture with her phone with a satisfied smile.

"Lorelai," He pointed to the no cell phone sign with a frown.

"I didn't talk on it,"

"Okay, new rule, no taking out your cell phone, talking on your cell phone, nothing,"

"Can I think about my cell phone?" She asked innocently.

He sighed, turning away, "Just drink your damn coffee."

"Mom!" Lorelai turned around with a grin, which widened when she saw who was with her daughter.

"Aw, looks like my daughter finally found herself a gentleman caller," Lorelai said in a feigned southern accent.

"Mom, that was entirely unnecessary,"

"I know," Just as Logan was about to greet Lorelai a woman ran up to him, waving a camera excitedly.

"It's George Michael!" She cried out, eyes wide with excitement. Logan looked back at Rory for a panicked moment before the woman wedged herself next to him for a picture.

"Thank you!" She gushed, running back to her table. Logan turned back to the Gilmore girls with a look akin to fear on his face.

"What just happened?" Lorelai smiled, appraising his appearance.

"It's called you have blonde hair and wore a leather jacket,"

"And that makes me George Michael? I look nothing like him," Lorelai shrugged, taking another sip of coffee.

"This fair is not known for its high level of reinactors. Therefore, some people take liberties,"

"Like attacking people,"

"In her defense, she did think that you were George Michael. Just be happy she didn't find you in a bathroom,"

"Oh," Logan grimaced. Rory smiled, wrapping her arms around him.

"Regretting your decision to come here?" She teased, giving him a quick peck.

"A little,"

"Ooo, it's The Spice Girls!" Lorelai said, holding out a hand towards Luke, "My camera, my camera!" He grudgingly gave it to her and she ran out, taking a picture with the 'band'.

"Um, Ace, are those Spice Girls men?" Logan asked, walking with her to the door.

"Yes, they are,"

Lane sat on the back of the moving vehicle with her Korean date, the smell of hay permeating everything. She felt him stealing glances at her and immediately felt sick. SuChin was your typical Korean boy. He was rigid, silent, and smelled strongly of soap. His mother had clearly made him scrub before he went on the hayride. His father was a dentist and because of this he also had an odd obsession with teeth. Whenever he did talk it would be about that.

"You have very straight teeth," He commented, looking away quickly when she returned his gaze.

"Uh, thank you,"

"Have you had braces?"

"No,"

"That's very impressive," She nodded, counting down the time until the hayride would end in her head. Suddenly something caught her eye. It was someone running towards the truck.

"What?" She murmured, eyes widening as she recognized the running man, "Dave! Hey, stop the truck! Stop!" The guy looked back, shaking his head.

"He didn't pay,"

"Just stop!"

"No,"

"How much is it?" Dave yelled, voice hoarse from running.

"Twenty dollars,"

"I only have sixteen dollars!" Dave yelled up to him, struggling to keep up.

"It's twenty,"

"Just take the sixteen and let him on!" Lane snapped, wanting him next to her.

"No chance, lady,"

"He has twenty," SuChin said, taking out four dollars from his wallet.

"Give it to me," The driver ordered, stopping the truck and looking at Dave wearily. Dave went in his wallet and took out the sixteen dollars, handing it to the driver with the rest of the money. The driver counted it and then nodded.

"Get in," Dave sat next to Lane, breathing heavily.

"How long were you running?" Lane asked, doing everything possible to not grab his hand. She didn't want SuChin going and telling Mrs. Kim.

"Long time, very long time," Dave gasped out.

"I'm SuChin," Her date said, stretching out a hand timidly towards Dave. He took it, shaking it with a forced smile.

"Nice to meet you," SuChin grinned, nodding.

"Yes, you have very nice teeth, just like Lane. Must run in the town,"

"This is very strange," Logan said, walking hand in hand with Rory through the town. They had been there for about an hour and had seen much. There had been a Beatles tribute band, and they were close to almost sounding like them. Then they had seen Babette and Maury dance together as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. They were surprisingly light on their feet, except when Babette accidentally dropped Maury. And along the way, they enjoyed the sights which included many sightings of the likes of JFK, Elvis, and a few Bushes, senior and 'W'.

"Oh look, it's, um, the tin man?" Rory followed his gaze and smiled, her sights on Kirk.

"No, that's just Kirk. He's attempting to avoid all sun contact,"

"By wearing tin foil?"

"It does reflect the rays." Logan saw Patti's Dance Studio and got an idea. He grabbed her hand, taking her in that direction.

"Logan, what are you doing?"

"Just come with me."

They snuck inside, the door closing firmly behind them. Logan kissed her tenderly, pulling her against him as he leaned against the wall. She pulled away, giggling.

"Don't you want to see more of the fair?"

"I've seen enough," He kissed her, but she pulled away.

"Ms. Patti is performing at four,"

"We have time," he assured her, kissing her neck.

"She's amazing,"

"Who is she reinacting?" He asked against her neck.

"Herself." He returned to her lips, holding his a fraction of an inch away from hers.

"That's interesting," He said huskily, his breath tickling her face. She closed the distance, wrapping her arms around him.

"So, are you having a good time?" She murmured against his lips, smiling.

"Yes, a very good time." Just as their lips began to move quicker against each other, the doors flew open. Wonder Woman and Einstein came in, a blur of limbs and clothing being removed. Holding back snickers, Rory and Logan snuck out.

"Wow," Logan breathed out, slipping an arm around her waist, "Wonder Woman and Einstein, I couldn't have called that one."

"Come on, we need good seats." Rory told Logan, pushing against the crowd to the makeshift stage. Luckily, Lorelai was already there and had saved the entire first row. It seemed she was saving seats for many people. Just as her and Logan arrived, Sookie and Jackson came up and Luke trailed in behind them.

"Mom, great seats,"

"Thanks, I knocked down an old lady with a walker for them."

"Where did that popcorn come from?" Logan asked, sitting next to Rory.

"My mom is always prepared for shows,"

"You can't watch one without popcorn," Lorelai scoffed, sitting down with them, "I don't even think that's possible,"

"It is possible," Logan countered with an easy grin.

"Oh really, George Michael?" Logan caught her drift and knew never to challenge her again.

"I hope she sings Fever," Sookie told Lorelai, bouncing a bit in her chair, "I love that song!" She began to sing it a bit, grabbing Lorelai's arm and then promptly dissolving into giggles.

"Did she drink the punch?" Lorelai wryly asked Jackson, prying Sookie's grasp from her arm gently.

"Yes,"

"Ah, Sook, you should know better,"

"I was thirsty," She explained, "Oh, it's starting!"

Ms. Patti walked on stage, her long dress blowing behind her from the fan that Kirk was currently operating. She took center stage, beginning to sing her first song, Maury playing behind her. Just as she reached the climax, Kirk accidentally turned the fan up, a gust of wind hitting her. Rory leaned her head on Logan's shoulder contently as Ms. Patti began to berate Kirk.

"This is perfect," She murmured, laughing as Kirk cowered behind the fan.

"Really?" Logan whispered, watching the stage with a look of bemusement.

"Yes, just perfect,"

A/N: Okay, there it is. And yes, I know that I used the definition of a reinactor very loosely. But I like it better my way :-) Please review and tell me what you thought!