AN: Sorry for the long wait guys. I had my reasons and some excuses but I don't want to bore you with them. I hope you like the chapter and the turn the story takes from now on.

Thanks again to my great beta!

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything

Bored, Rory took her book from her nightstand. Being at home—well, her childhood home—used to make a her happy, alive. It had always been that way, but this time she just couldn't bring herself to leave the house to go to Luke's or to visit Lane.

And since Michel was still on vacation in France, it wasn't like her mom had much free time for her, either. She knew it wasn't her mom's fault, she knew she shouldn't have expected her mom's World to completely shutdown just because she needed some comfort.

And it wasn't like her mother hadn't been there for her at all. The day after Logan had gone to London and Rory had arrived in Stars Hollow, Lorelai had let her wallow in every possible way—with lots of ice-cream and movies involved. However, Lorelai became suspicious after Rory declined two coffees in a row and she forced the truth out of her. Rory told her with tear-filled eyes about her discovery a few days earlier, her talk with Mitchum in the elevator, and about Logan asking her to ask him to stay.

Lorelai had tried to comfort her as best as she could . If she was disappointed about her only daughter being pregnant, she was very good at hiding it.

They had talked all night and Lorelai tried to talk her into calling Logan as soon as possible—he not only had he the right to know, but Lorelai also had a feeling that it would make Rory feel better.

But Rory, stubborn as ever, had disagreed and told her she wasn't ready to tell him, yet, and the two hadn't discusted the matter further since. She felt that it bugged her mother that she avoided the topic, but she didn't want to worry about it, yet. She thought about doing it constantly—making the aformentioned call—but had no idea how to execute it. She hadn't been strong enough to tell him when he was still with her, she had no idea how to talk to him, now…on the phone....

Rory sighed and put the book away again. How could she concentrate with so much on her mind?

Six months, she thought, six months untill Christmas. Six months untill she would see Logan again. By then, she would almost be as fat as an elephant. She knew that she couldn't just show up in London and let her big belly tell him what she couldn't.

And even if he would be happy about the newest development, she didn't take him as a guy that would like to stick around after being lied to for months.

Still deep in thought, she looked at the rocket Logan gave her, 'the most romantic gift' she had ever received.

True love.

She smiled. No matter what happened in the future, this rocket would remind her how important they were to each other. That this was something special, that they were both in for the long run—serious and maybe meant to last a lifetime.

She remembered the phone call the night when she found out about the meaning of the rocket, how she had wanted to spend the summer with him—already checking flights to London on the internet. She remembered the pit that had formed in the bottom of her stomach when Logan had told her about the plane tickets he had bought for Christmas. And although she had a problem admitting it, she could understand why he had made the plans for Christmas instead of right away—for the next couple of months, his work load would be especially high and he wouldn't have much time to spend with her.

But even though she understood, it didn't mean that she couldn't be disappointed… or angry about it. She had ignored his phone calls the other day. Her immature activity had made her feel immediately guilty and embarrassed about how childish she had acted. Now, in hindsight, she had a hunch that her out-of-character activity had something to do with her pregnancy.

"Daydreaming about me, Ace?" Shocked Rory jumped off her bed. There he was, leaning on her doorframe like it was completely normal for him to be standing there..

"Oh my God," she gasped, still not able to understand that Logan was really there—in Stars Hollow, at her house, just a few feet away from her.

"Missed me?" he asked smirking. Instead of an answer, Rory jumped right into his arms. Happy, Logan pulled her closer, a smile still on his lips.

"I can't believe it! Oh my…why are you here? I mean what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in London?" Letting her go, all he could do was smirk at her antics. Oh how he had missed her. He opened his mouth to respond to her but gave up on that idea immediately. He knew better than to stop a Gilmore Girl rant.

"Does Mitchum know? I mean are you going to be in trouble for being here? I don't want…" She stopped her rant and frowned as she recognized her smiling boyfriend starring at her. "What?"

"I love you, Ace," Logan told her, kissing her lightly on the lips.

"I love you, too….and now tell me. What are you doing here?"

Logan rolled his eyes, but after a moment, he sighed and his expression became serious. "Your Mom called," he admitted to her.

"What?"

"Yeah, yesterday."

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "She had no right to call you!"

Logan shrugged. "She seemed worried."

"But that doesn't mean she can tell you to come over. You're not living exactly in the neighborhood right now."

"If it concerns you, it doesn't matter where I am—you always come first," her murmured.

She avoided his gaze, all of the sudden finding her feet really interesting. "What did she say?"

"Nothing specific," he took her hand, "Rory?" Surprised by him calling her by her name she looked up again. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing."

"That's not true. Although your mom didn't say that much, I don't take her as an over-concerned mother who calls the boyfriend out of the blue for nothing—especially at three in the morning."

"My mother shouldn't have said anything."

"You know that you said the exact same thing the last time I had an interesting phone call with Lorelai. And we all know how that turned out." He frowned again. "It has nothing to do with my dad, has it?" Rory nodded her head. A bit relieved, he took her arm and they both sat down on her bed. "I suspected that something was wrong a couple of weeks ago. First, I thought you were still trying to digest me being in London, but it didn't go away. I wanted to ask you about it, but I had no idea how, it's so hard on the phone call, just hearing your voice, I wasn't sure. Maybe I was just scared about the reason, why there was some sadness in your voice. I feared you had doubts about us and…"

"Logan, no!" Shocked she starred at him. Not once had she doubted if they could make the long distance relationship work.

"Please let me finish." When Rory nodded he continued. "Then your mother called and I knew that there was something else. Like I told you before, she didn't say anything specific, just that there was something that was bothering you and that she thought I was the only person that could help you. She had tried, but she wasn't the right person. She suggested that I come over as soon as work would allow it." Logan smiled. "I booked a flight the moment the line went dead."

Rory let his words sink in and closed her eyes for a moment, she knew that she had to tell him—now or never.

She opened her eyes again, biting her upper lip. "I was scared," she admitted to him, letting a tear escape.

"Tell me…please."

"I…I…" She shook her head.

"Whatever it is, I'm not going anywhere," he assured her, trying to comfort Rory with holding her hand.

Looking into his eyes, she laid her free hand on her stomach. "I'm.. I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice breaking.

When I awoke, everything around me was dark. No voices, no cars on the streets were to be heard, just an annoying beeping sound coming from the left.

I tried to sit up, but gave up on it immediately. I felt like my whole body was in pain. I took a deep breath, still not being able to digest to the situation I was in.

I had no idea where I was now nor did I know what happened. There was something sticking on my forehead and when I touched it, it felt like there was some sort of bandage around my head.

Was I in the hospital? And if it was so, why was I in the hospital?

I tried not to panic about the current state I was in and closed my eyes. It shouldn't be too hard to remember the past events. I tried to think about the last thing I remembered, but everything seemed so blurry and covered in black. I vaguely remembered walking into the kitchen, wearing a suit, getting ready for getting to work. I was standing on the counter, drinking a coffee when I heard a person calling after me. The voice sounded familiar, but right now, I had no idea who it belonged to.

I tried harder to concentrate and with every second, the voice in my head got clearer and clearer. Then, all of the sudden, it was like someone had taken the blindfold from my eyes that I didn't know I had on in the first place. Not only did I know now to whom the voice belonged to, but I could see her right in front me.

"I thought your meeting didn't start until ten?" Rory asked, taking the cup out of his hands and drinking the elixir of life with a smile on her lips.

"Yeah, but I thought that Channing, Peter, and I could get together early to discuss everything again. It's a really important deal," he explained, not bothered by the fact that his fiancée had stolen his coffee.

"A pre-breakfast breakfast thing, huh?" She smirked.

"Nothing wrong with being prepared," he said while making himself a new cup of coffee.

"Logan, you haven't been home before eleven the last couple of nights. You've had several meetings with Channing and Peter. Believe me you are prepared."

"I just want to be sure…"

"Work dork," she murmured.

"Did you just call me a 'work dork?'"

Rory smiled. "Admit it," she said, "just admit that you are work dork!"

"I'll admit that I'm a work dork, if you admit that you love that I'm a work dork."

She bit her lip, trying hard not to smile, but she had a hard time doing so. "Done!" She gave up and kissed him on the lips. "Work dork!"

"Work dork lover!" he answered automatically, grapping a pop-tart and his bag before walking out the door Logan looked once back at her, seeing her still looking at him with a happy smile.

The smile on her face, her blue eyes, the feeling of her lips on mine was the last thing he remembered. My heart started to beat rapidly—Rory.

I tried not to panic again, tried to convince myself that being in the hospital had nothing to do with my favorite girls.

Maybe the attack had just been about me. Maybe Rory had been able to hide herself and Lena somewhere and now they were just waiting for me to get better.

So many possibilities, but the odd feeling stayed—that something bad had happened, not just to me but also to my Ace.

And with that thought, the image of Rory smiling happily at me faded slowly to black until she disappeared completely into the darkness.

That's it for now, next update should be up soon....