A/N: No, your eyes are not fooling you. This IS an update. Haha. Basically, I am on vacation from college and decided that this is the perfect time to continue and complete this story. SO….get ready for updates Enjoy!

Rubbish

The new Mr. and Mrs. Huntzberger greeted the usual society crowd, fake smiles plastered on their tanned faces. They were the talk of the party, everyone gushing on about their wedding and unusual honeymoon location (in the higher circles Disney World is strictly a place to suffer through once for you children's sake). Rory and Logan were doing their part, holding hands and putting on the façade of happy newlyweds. They smiled at all the right times, laughed at the appropriate jokes. They were flawless in the absolute fiction they provided the rest of society.

"Kill me," Rory muttered, digging her nails into Logan's hand He winced, jerking their intertwined hands in one quick movement.

"Ow Ace, don't inflict bodily harm on me. It's not my fault they're like this."

"They're this way because you are a Huntzberger," Rory argued, smiling then at another old biddy who passed. This one had ostentatious red hair that she was sure Emily would mention at Friday night dinner.

Logan pulled her in closer, whispering in her ear, "You are too, Ace."

She grimaced. "I know. I remember."

Rory stood with the bridal party, glancing nervously at what was waiting for her in the gazebo. She could see Logan, looking dapper in his tux, a sly smile on his face. Nerves racked her body but they seemed to cool somewhat when she looked at Logan. She loved him, whether he knew it or not, and she was ready to walk down the aisle to him. Someone nudged her shoulder and she found her mother next to her, smiling for the first time in weeks.

"You look happy, hon," she noted, her own eyes brimming with tears.

"I am." Lorelai pulled her into a tight hug and pressed her lips to her forehead.

"Rory, all I want is for you to be happy, and I think that Logan will make you happy. I really do."

Rory looked up in surprise. "So, you finally approve?"

"Yes, unless he breaks your heart. Then I am breaking some bones, or at least shaving off one of his eyebrows while he sleeps."

"I'll make sure to tell him that."

"Yes, please relay the message." Rory planted a soft kiss on her mother's cheek, involuntarily thinking of how odd this day felt. She had dreamed of her wedding, acted it out with Barbie and Ken, and now it was here. She watched her wedding party proceed down the aisle and felt as if she were watching some movie. It didn't feel real until she heard the Wedding March play. All at once it hit her.

"Mom, I'm getting married," she said with wide eyes.

"Yes, you are sweetie." Lorelai looked at her daughter, recognizing the same awe she had found herself in when she married Luke. "Rory, you think we should walk?"

"Walk?" Rory asked in a dazed her voice, her eyes trained on Logan. He looked so perfect in his tuxedo that it made her eyes flutter. Lorelai watched Rory gaze at Logan and smiled. If she didn't know any better she'd think the two were actually in love.

She smiled and told her, "Yes Rory, walk, you know, one foot in front of the other."

"Yes," Rory said, her voice stronger, "Let's walk."

"It was quite a wedding," Logan reminisced, effectively leading Rory through the hoards of society folk to a table. He pulled out her chair and she smirked, taking the seat.

"Thank you Logan, how chivalrous of you." He smiled in return, taking the seat next to her. Together, they surveyed the crowd, chatting now and then about what they saw. They talked about the extensive jewelry and one woman's particularly tacky boob job. Rory noticed a few people looking at them and sighed.

"They keep staring," she complained.

"They're interesting."

"We only got married. That really is not a revolutionary thing."

He eased back in his chair, ready to refute. "Ah, but you are forgetting one vital thing, Ace. You married the infamous womanizer Logan Huntzberger."

"Wow, you really go to lengths to flatter yourself," she told him dryly.

"It's the truth."

"You could put it in nicer terms."

'Nicer terms? Like what?"

"Eternal bachelor?" Logan rolled his eyes, standing up to extend an impeccably groomed hand her way. The pristine condition of his hands always fascinated her. He had incredible nail bits.

"Let's just dance," he suggested.

"I don't like this song," she teased, still taking his hand and allowing him to lead her to the dance floor. She could hear the soft chorus of aw at the newlyweds dancing together. It made her ill.

"These people really need to find some new entertainment. Seriously, don't they have Tivo?"

"Nothing is as riveting as us, Ace."

She rolled her eyes.

"So, liking the song any better?" Logan asked, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist. She pulled away slightly, shootng him a look. It was enough to tell him he was begin too conceited and his silent reply was to pull her in closer. Feeling too tire dot protest, she rested her chin on his shoulder. She could smell is cologne and it made her think of that night on his car at Honor's wedding. She never would have dreamed back then that her and Logan would be married. Their wedding was not exactly conventional, though. Or what dreams are made of.

"Are you happy?" He asked softly, his lips dangerously close to her ear. She tilted her head so that their eyes met and nodded, biting back a grin.

"Yeah, I am." Just as his lips spread into a smile, someone tapped him on the shoulder. They pulled apart slightly to find a diminuitive brunette beside them. She was pretty, her body draped in a cream dress and her mischevious green eyes flashing towards Logan.

Her voice was like velvet as she asked, "Can I cut in?"

Before Rory could even respond Logan had agreed, gently pushing her away. Quiclky she found herself on the sidelines, watching someone else dance with her husband. And the worst part was that she couldn't do a damn thing about it. It wasn't as if she really cared about him. With a quick sigh she walked to the bar, remembering the last time that her and Logan had danced together. It was their wedding.

"Hello wife," Logan joked, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. She smiled, cocking her head to the side as they whirled around the dance floor. Neither of them worried about people in their way; they were the only ones on the floor. The rest of the party was watching them, no doubt recalling their own first dances as husband and wife. Rory could distinctly hear Babette telling Maury loudly, "Remember when that was us, sugar?"

"Wife, huh? That sounds so weird." She frowned for a moment. "You'r ento going to call me wife all the time now, right? That's too Little House on the Prairie. Even for me."

"Jane Austen did it, too."

She shook her head and corrected him with a gentle smile. "No, they called each other by their last name. Such as, Mr. Bennett and Mrs. Bennett."

"I should have known better than to have made a reference. You've read Pride and Prejudice, what, ten times?"

"Twenty seven," she answered with a grin.

"That is sad."

"No, just tedious," she paused for a moment, "yet unfailingly entertaining."

He laughed, teasingly telling her, "Only you would think that Ace, only you."

He wasn't dancing with her now, though. No, he was dancing with some enchanting brunette whose face was much too close to his and whom Logan was holding much too tightly. It took all the strength in her not ot march right up to them and grab logan back. That wouldn't do though, that would only alert Logan to the fact that she was jealous which would lead straight to the feelings that she was not ready to either deny or face. And that was something she would not risk. No, she had better ways than confrontation.

"Finn!" She called out, finding the boisterous Australian attempting to lift a bottle of champagne from the bar. He looked at her, beaming like a five year old. Oh yes, he was most definitely tipsy, which would only help her cause.

"Rory, my dear, you look ravishing tonight." He gathered her into a large hug, giving her a sloppy kiss on her cheek, much to her dismay.

"Hello Finn, how are you enjoying the party?"

"There are no redheads," he said matter of factly, seemingly giving his stamp of disapproval with that simple statement. Oh, this was just too easy.

"No red heads? Finn, that's rubbish."

"Rubbish?" He wasn't used to hearing his own jargon used on him and stared at her in confusion.

"Yes, complete rubbish. Do you see that girl over there?" She pointed to Logan's dancing partner, feeling sick as she saw the girl's fingers play with the bottom tendrils of his hair.

"Uh huh, I see her."

"A natural red head." Finn squinted his eyes, leaning forward in a manner that would have looked ridiculous if he had not downed close to two bottles of champagne.

"Her hair is as brown as yours," Finn announced after another minute of inspection. "I haven't had enough brandy as to not recognize brown from red."

"Finn, you must not have heard me. She is a natural red head. That beautiful red is just under a lot of bottle brown." Finn's glazed eyes opened wide as he caught Rory's drift. He nodded exuberantly.

"Of course!"

"Yes, now go get her!" She gave him a supportive nudge and the drunken Australian bounded off after his "natural red head". She watched in amusement as Finn pried her away from Logan. She had to give the girl credit, she put up a fight, but even a slap or two cannot deter Finn when on a quest for a red head. Minutes later she was leaving Finn and Logan was looking in search of his misplaced wife. She gave him a little wave and then happily took his arm. She'd wait until later to pounce about the girl.

There was no need to commence a blood bath in front of company.

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"So, you and that girl seemed to know each other pretty well," Rory noted ont eh drive home, casually running her finger along the limo's wood paneling. Logan shrugged, loosening his collar.

"I guess so."

"It seemed like you had danced before." The implication lacked in the comment was not lost on Logan and he looked up in alarm.

"Ace-"

"You know, this is a closed marriage."

"I am aware of that. All we were doing was dancing."

Rory snorted, gazing out of the tinted window. "It looked more like dry humping to me."

"Well, what was I supposed to do?"

""Stop her!" She sighed, taking a calming breath. "Logan, do you know how poorly that reflects on me? How that makes me feel? Only weeks from our honeymoon and you have girls hanging onto your arms. It makes me seem-"

"It makes you seem nothing," Logan interrupted, his eyes flashing in a manner that she knew was a precursor for anger. "Ace, I know that this is a closed marriage but that doesn't mean I can't dance with other girls. What's next? I can't talk to other girls? Or, wait, can I look at them?"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous."

"Look, it's not as if you even really care about me. One month ago you wouldn't have even given a damn if I were alive." His words stung and she found herself without an answer. He took her silence as her agreement and went on with his tirade. "The only reason that you married me was so that I could escape my ass hole of a father. Let's not make this more than it is."

"You're right," she said softly, feeling tears push at the back of her eyes. His words stung more than he could ever imagine and she struggled to tend the wounds without him knowing. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry, of knowing tha the hurt her.

"Can I at least know her name?" Rory asked after a while, wanting to at least know the name of what was destroying her sham of a marriage. She needed some name to put to the mental voodoo doll in her mind.

"Shandi."

"Hm," Rory softly hummed, quickly wiping away tears, "she didn't look like a Shandi." Logan could hear the pain in her voice and felt a crippling guilt for what he had said.

"Ace, I'm so-"

"Don't say it." Her voice was firm and he knew better than to cross her. They drove in silence back to their apartment, only speaking to exchange a curt goodnight. Both of them when their separate ways, wanting nothing more than to be with the other.

If only they knew.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review.

I have some plans for the future of this, so get excited!!