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I am BACK! Back in Europe after my internship (which was easily one of the coolest times of my life & a highly recommended experience!) and overflowing with inspiration, which can only mean good news for you ;)

Just a quick recap: Logan and Rory are in London working on their relation. Logan is trying his best to get Rory to fall in love with him again. They are taking things S-L-O-W. Past Rogan just found out they are arranged to be married to finally unite the Huntzberger/Hayden/Gilmore Family once and for all. At first, they were shocked, but over burgers and fries, they ultimately decided that marriage didn't seem so bad. Now, they are dealing with the aftermath as best a two teenagers can.

It's a little long – but you deserve it! Oh, oh – before I forget. Thank you all so MUCH for the reviews, favs and adds. It blows my mind! Over 100 reviews, I can't believe it. It took me what seemed like FOREVER to get to the magical step with NYN. I'm glad you all like my 2nd story that much, too. And, just a quick thanks to Numberonefanxox for complimenting me on my grammar - growing up bilingual, I'm always sort of in between 2 languages so it gets messed up & I'm always a little insecure about it, so thanks!!

Okay, enough babbling from me – on with the reading! Let me know what you thought!

Love & laughter,

Gilmoregirl19

PS: I don't own Gilmore Girls.

Logan slowly entered his living room the following morning to find Rory sitting in his armchair, by the window, holding her coffee cup in one hand and a book off his shelf in the other. She was so engaged in her reading, that she didn't even notice he had entered the room.

Logan felt a smile play at his lips. He had missed this, just being around her. He made his way over to his armchair and placed a gentle kiss atop Rory's head. This startled her, causing her to let out a deafening shriek.

"God, Logan," she blushed, "You scared me!"

He shot her his signature smirk, "Ace, I'm so sorry," he said unconvincingly. He wasn't sorry at all, since he loved that he could still make her blush.

Rory shook her head, positioned herself in the chair so she sat on her knees, with her stomach facing the back of the chair, to be eyelevel with Logan, before throwing her head back in laughter, "You aren't sorry, at all!"

He shrugged, "Nope,"

She shook her head flirtatiously, "You'll have to make it up to me, you know…"

He cocked his head to the side, matching her flirtatious tone, "How?"

He caught the twinkle in her eye, as she put on a bad British accent and quipped, "Give us a proper kiss then!"

He burst out laughing, and she cracked up with him, before he leaned in and, indeed, gave her a proper kiss.

Rory went straight to her bedroom after returning from her Grandparents. She was happy she had arrived in her own car, so she would not have to sit through an uncomfortable car ride home with her parents. She could not bear to talk to them right now. She understood that they could not stop Emily, Richard, Shira and Mitchum, but still. It was obvious her parents knew about their plans, and a little heads-up would have been nice.

She sat down on her bed, still trying to come to terms with what had happened tonight. She walked in to her Grandparents mansion, just another teenage girl, and walked out arranged-to-be-married to her best friend. Realizing there was no way out of the situation, without alienating all of Society and losing their trust funds, she had signed the document. A few hours ago, marrying Logan did not seem that bad. However, now, sitting here, alone in her bedroom she was freaking out. What had she done?

She fiddled with her cell phone in her hand. Should she call him? Could she call him? Did he want to her about her insecurities about this, or did he just want to forget it happened until the day of her 21st birthday and the day their engagement would be announced to the Upper Crust. It was weird, since before tonight she wouldn't think twice about calling Logan – he was her best friend – but everything had changed now, and there wasn't a handbook to consult in a situation like this.

Just as her own thoughts were making her crazy, her phone rang.

Logan.

She felt a smile play at her lips and picked up.

"Hey. What's up?" she surprised herself at how casual she sounded.

"What's up?" Logan asked seriously, "Were you not part of the dinner at the Gilmores tonight?"

His tone immediately comforted her; she was not the only one freaking out. "No, no I don't believe I was," she laughed.

"Jeez, Ace," he sighed, 'This is not a time for jokes!"

"It isn't?" she asked, feigning ignorance, "I get that from my mother, you know!"

He mumbled something into the phone, before asking, 'So, I'm the only one freaked out by this?"

"No," she replied honestly, "I'm still not sure how they got us to sign the documents…"

"Poison in our dinners and the tiny letters in the contract…. "

"Oh yeah," Rory nodded, "Something about being thrown out of Society –the only lives we know – and losing our trust fund…."

"Yeah," Logan laughed," That sounds about right..."

Rory remained quiet for a while, as did Logan, each wrapped in his or her own thoughts.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"Hey, do you want to come over and watch some movies, or something?"

"Be there in five."

The proper kiss turned into a full-blown make-out session, with Rory flush against the back of the chair and her arms twisted around Logan's neck. Logan leaned forward to make up for the distance between Rory and himself, though it was an awkward and uncomfortable position. Finally, he pulled away, and rubbed his neck with his left hand, causing Rory to blush for the second time that morning.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't mean to be so," she paused awkwardly, "Aggressive."

He raised his eyebrows at her, grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, "You are not the problem, Ace," he cast his gaze downwards, "But this chair!"

She immediately got up, never letting go of his hand, and kissed him again, "Better?"

"Much," he replied as he pulled away. He could tell Rory was keen on continuing their make-out session; however, as much as Logan wanted to do the same, he had made other plans for today. He had five days in London to make her fall in love with him again, and he had promised himself that he would not sleep with Rory until she spoke those three all-important words.

Rory cocked her head to the side, "What?"

He smiled at her, loving how cute she looked when she was denied something – or someone – she wanted.

"Nothing," he said coyly. "You know, I love this," causing Rory to blush for a third time, "But, I've made plans, so…"

Rory perked up, "Really? I thought you'd be working?"

Logan shook his head, "Nah, I cleared my schedule for the next couple of days….I'm all yours baby!"

He noticed that Rory cast her gaze to the floor, and her flirtatious vibe had disappeared. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Just…" she swallowed hard, in an attempt to push back the lump in her throat. "I, uh, didn't expect that…. I mean, what about HPG, and, your business breakfast meetings in Aberdeen and, and… "

It was amazing how the atmosphere had gone from casual and carefree to serious. Logan's little revelation reminded the couple that this wasn't a romantic trip, rather a last-resort, figure-it-out, marital crisis rescue mission.

"Hey," Logan said lovingly, as he pulled her in for a hug, "It's okay. And, besides, you and I are more important. HPG will survive for a few days, while you and I…."

He was going to say 'figure this out', but he didn't. Just in case they couldn't figure it out. Officially, it wasn't a possibility, but unofficially he and Rory could come to some sort of arrangement, like other arranged married couples he knew.

Instead, he inhaled the fruity scent of Rory's hair, hoping that he and Rory would figure it out once and for all on this trip. In his mind, there were no other options. Finally, he let himself out of their embrace and looked into her deep blue eyes. He saw anxiety and a tiny shimmer of hope.

"Lets' get some breakfast, okay?"

Logan entered the Hayden House of Fun. He did not have to use the front entrance and go through the security screening. He, just like all of Rory's friends, had his own key. Luckily, the house was quiet. Not that Lorelai or Chris would mind him being there, it just that he was not in the mood to deal with any type of parental unit.

He walked up the stairs and down the hall. He stopped a few doors before Rory's room, and entered the room that used to be the 'play room'. Lorelai finally converted it to a general guest area, though Finn, Colin, Stephanie, Lane and Logan all had their own closet and used the room as a second bedroom.

He changed into a pair of sweats and white cotton tee, and grabbed two sodas, a bag of Red Vines and M&M's before heading to Rory's room.

He tapped lightly on her door, before entering and bursting out in laughter. She had taken it upon herself to arrange snacks and drinks for the evening.

"Quite a spread there, Ace," he smirked as he admired the assortment of snacks laid out on her bed: soda cans, M&M's, Red Vines, popcorn, pizza, a leftover box of Chinese take-out, marsh mellows, Hershey's kisses, chips, snicker-bars and a sleeve of saltines and cheese wiz.

"Have I taught you nothing?" she laughed, eying his snack supply for the evening.

"Whatever," Logan shook his head smiling and added his supply to the pile of food. He was freaking out moments before, but now, sitting here in her room, everything seemed fine. He knew they needed to talk about this, but he was a procrastinator by nature, so instead asked, "What movies have you selected this evening?"

'The ever-classic Willy Wonka…" she started, as he groaned, "No, not again!"

"Oh, shut up!" she laughed, "Desperate times call for a classic…"

He rolled his eyes, "What else?"

"Another classic, 'The Parent Trap'…"

"With a pre-rehab Lindsay Lohan," Logan nodded in approval, "And?"

"Men in Black"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," Rory blushed, "You like the aliens…"

"And you like Will Smith…" Logan teased.

Rory shot him a mock-offended look, "I do not."

"That's fine," he joked, "You're mine, anyway…"

He noticed the change in Rory's facial expression and noted that it was too soon for jokes. "I'm sorry," he said, placing his hand on her knee, "I get it from your Mom, too."

"No it's fine," she said, picking a piece of non-existent lint off her purple striped sweats, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He waited a beat, "After Willy Wonka."

"You look amazing!" Logan gushed as Rory entered the living room in her Chanel dress, a gift from Logan.

"Thanks," Rory smiled broadly, "You've always had impeccable taste." She paused and continued with a chuckle, "It's because I know you've were a complete and total ladies man, but otherwise I'd have to question…."

Logan burst out laughing, before Rory could finish her sentence, "You know it's a Huntzberger thing, Ace. And, I was never a "ladies man" – he mocked her terminology by using air quotes – "I was just occupying my time, until you finally admitted your true feelings and fell for me!"

It was somewhat of a daring thing to say, and Logan immediately regretted saying it. However, Rory did not notice the seriousness his statement had. Instead, she rolled her eyes and said, 'Whatever', using her Teenage Girl Brat Voice.

Logan smiled quickly and extended his hand for Rory to grab, not wanting to dwell on the subject any longer.

"Well, the past is in the past, my love," he said in a Forties Movie Star Voice, "You are here now, and my stomach tells me it's time for dinner, or, at the very least, time for a cocktail."

"Cocktail?" Rory replied in mock-shock, in the same tone, "Well, my kind sir, you never mentioned cocktails. Whatever are we waiting for?" She boldly grabbed Logan's hand, leading him to the door.

The couple left Logan's penthouse suite engaged in their own world full of each other, banter and laughter.

"So," Logan sighed as he pressed the eject button on the DVD-Remote. They had just finished watching the second movie, the Parent Trap, and had yet to discuss the evening's events.

'Yeah," Rory sighed and scooted away from him, as she had been resting her head on his shoulder. "I still can't believe we went through with it."

Logan nodded slowly, "I know. I mean, it's just so weird!"

Rory nodded in reply, "We'll be okay, right?"

"I guess so," Logan sighed, "I don't think we really have an option…"

"Oh my god," Rory exclaimed suddenly, "What will Finn & Lane and Colin and Stephanie say?"

"Congrats?" he suggested, his voice laced with laughter.

"Logan!"

He smiled, and answered more seriously, "I don't know, Ace. I guess they'll be shocked, but I think they think we'll be fine. You know, at least we have each other…"

She nodded, "Yeah, I'd much rather marry you than Finn, or dare I say…Colin!"

"Damn right," he laughed, "and this way, you won't have to deal with the wrath of Stephanie or, even worse…Lane!"

She smiled at him, "We should tell them soon."

"Tomorrow," he said quietly.

She nodded, "And set up rules…"

"Rules?"

"For us – you know, like… dating until the engagement and what not…"

He shot her a puzzled look.

"Logan," she sighed, "I was being sincere earlier. I think we should date other people and try to be normal until, you know, whenever…."

He nodded, "Yeah, maybe not a bad idea."

She nodded, and rested her hand on his knee. "It'll be okay, right?"

He nodded reassuringly, but he didn't know. For now, all he wanted was to sit here and watch Men in Black with her, and leave their future for what it was.

"Will time?" Logan asked laughing, and swung his arm over her shoulder, pulling her in closer.

"Hush it" she laughed in reply.

"What are you getting?" Rory asked, looking up from her menu.

Logan had made reservations at Claridges Restaurant, and the couple was enjoying the romantic table for two. They had enjoyed a day together, taking in London's most famous sights and talking non-stop. They had discussed recent music as strolled along the High Street shop and sipped lattes, talked history and culture on the London Eye, and the legacy of the Beatles as they took a Red Bus tour. The conversation had turned to family and friends over lunch, and politics during a river cruise on the Themes. Late afternoon, they returned to Logan's penthouse for a caffeine shot and shower for Rory and a quick call to the office and a shower for Logan.

Rory loved it. It was as she and Logan were in their own little bubble. They needed this time to get to know each other again, laugh and be together without all the stress and gossip of Hartford Society. She realized that she really liked the man Logan grew up to be. He was not Mitchum 2.0 as she thought, but still "just" Logan, albeit with a lot more responsibilities.

Yes, Rory felt completely safe with Logan within their bubble, just the two of them. However, here in the intimate setting of the restaurant, Rory felt an enormous sense of pressure to 'perform' for the outside world. Make it seem as though they were a "believable", "in-love" couple, worthy of such a romantic meal at such a high-end restaurant. It was as if she was attending her first DAR meeting all over.

"Hm?" Logan asked, looking up from his menu.

"I asked what you were ordering…" Rory whispered and bit her bottom lip nervously, waiting for his response.

"Oh," Logan shot her a smile, "I'm torn between the duck and the seafood over pasta."

"Oh," Rory nodded in reply and directed her attention to her menu. "That looks good," she said as she absentmindedly reached for Logan's hand, before realizing what she was doing and pulling her hand back.

"Are you okay, Ace?" Logan asked concerned.

"Yeah," she nodded slowly, "I'll get the seafood if you get the duck." She reached for her glass of wine.

"Okay," Logan replied slowly, "what's with the hand?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, a little upset he noticed, what her mind had archived as the Hand Incident.

"You were about to put your hand on my hand," Logan said in a hush, "but didn't." He did not sound accusatory or upset. Just, genuinely curious.

"Uh, no", Rory lightly brushed a stray hair from her face, "I'm fine…," waving the matter away, "This is lovely, Logan," she stressed, taking in the room.

Logan smiled, touched by Rory's determination to make this evening as wonderful as their day spent together.

He loved it, being in their own little bubble, but he could tell Rory wasn't comfortable here. He wasn't either, but he selected this restaurant because he thought Rory would love the up-scale atmosphere, the $500 bottles of wine and the fact that he had to pull a few strings to get a reservation for tonight. It was very society. Sitting here now, watching her subconsciously biting her bottom lip, Logan could kick himself, by now he should know better that Rory was Anti-Society.

"But?" he asked.

"No, buts," Rory shook her head, "Ab-so-lute-ly no buts."

Logan raised his left eyebrow, "Really?"

Rory nodded determinedly, somewhat taken aback by Logan's persistence on the matter. She was making an effort wasn't she? Obviously, the hoity-toityness of this place appealed to him and if this was his idea of a romantic evening, she would do her best to commit to that.

"Did you know that the seafood medley comes with squid?" Logan suddenly asked.

He saw Rory's facial expression change, as he remembered correctly; his girl did not like squid.

"Oh…that's…fine," she managed, "I'll just ask them to leave it out."

"Or," Logan drew out and continued in a singsong voice, "We could just go somewhere else."

"Or," Rory matched his tone, "I could get something else – like this, chicken. No squid in chicken. Not even in Chicken of the Sea."

"Ace," Logan smiled, "It's obvious you aren't comfortable here."

"I'm perfectly fine!"

"So, twitching is your new thing?" he joked.

"I don't… twitch!"

"Sir, Madam," the waiter said as he approached their table, "Have you been able to decide on what our chef may prepare for you this evening, or do you need another moment or my assistance in making a decision?"

"Actually," Logan said, "I am not feeling very well; so unfortunately, my wife and I will have to end our evening much earlier than expected. Our apologies."

"Not at all, sir," the waiter replied professionally. "We hope to see you again, in the best of health of course."

"Of course," Logan nodded as his stood up.

"Logan," Rory whispered urgently, with a look of desperation on her face. What was he thinking – you don't just leave a 3-star Michelin restaurant after a glass of wine and a tumbler of scotch. What would the Ladies at the Club say?

"Honey," Logan smiled, using his Society Voice and keeping an eye on the waiter, whom remained in earshot,

"You'll get to sample the chef's seafood medley, but not tonight…"

"But," she pleaded, desperately willing to sit through an uncomfortable dinner for Logan.

Logan did not say another word, instead, he grabbed her hand, lead her to the coat room, helped her with her coat and left instructions with the maitre d' to charge the cost of a full meal and then some to his credit card.

Then, he and Rory walked out the restaurant. Him, with his head held high and Rory dying of embarrassment.

The couple walked a block or two in silence, holding hands, before Logan stopped abruptly.

"God," he exclaimed, "I thought I was going to die in there."

Rory shot him a shocked look, and he continued, "God, Ace, I don't know why I thought you'd enjoy that!" He pulled her closer and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, "Thanks for pretending to like it."

She pulled back, "It's something I would have liked – before – I guess. It's just that, you know…."

Logan knew. He knew enough not to talk about it, since it was all so new and fresh. He knew Rory was referring to their current marital situation. They could handle being a couple, when it was just them, in their bubble. But the outside world, and especially a high society setting was almost out of their league. Too much, too soon.

She appreciated his silence, and decided to change the subject, not wanting to taint the evening by bringing up the whole subject that brought them here in the first place. Instead, she shot him a puzzled look, "I thought you liked it…"

"No!" he laughed and shook his head. "I thought you would like it!"

"Thank you for thinking you were giving me a romantic dinner…" she said bemused, before laughing and falling into his embrace. After a while, she pulled away, again, and asked, "Can we just get pizza?"

"Yeah," Logan nodded, "I know a place."

"Where?"

"Secret," Logan replied coyly, and started leading her through the streets of London, in search of the magical pizza place. He stopped short a few blocks and turns later at a tiny, very casual restaurant. He pushed the door open, but Rory pulled him back.

"Logan," she said wearily, "I can't go in there – we are SO overdressed!"

He laughed, "We'll get it to go!"

She smiled broadly, loving that he did not question her 'stupid girl worry' or try to convince her that she, too, could eat pizza in a small bistro, even if she was wearing a six thousand dollar Chanel dress.

Logan was fully engaged in the movie, though he felt Rory's breathing even out, meaning that sleep was not too far off. He looked down at the way they were laying, her leg was straddling his, her arm securely around his waist and her face buried in his chest.

He smiled contently, as he took in the fruity scent of her hair and in that moment it wasn't too daunting to picture them laying like this, years from now.

The couple ended up in Rory's bed again, out of their fancy eveningwear, and in sweats, eating three pizzas between the pair of them, and watching movies all night. They didn't talk, even though they still needed to have "The Talk", but Logan's second attempt at a romantic evening was just what they needed.

"Do you want me to go?" Logan whispered gently in Rory's ear as he noticed her breathes started to even out, indicating that sleep was approaching quickly.

She cuddled up closer to him, her leg straddling his and her arm securely around his waist, and her face buried in his chest, feeling perfectly content in her little bubble with Logan. Her answer was honest and simple. "No."

Sooo? Too many flashbacks, not enough, too complicated? Let me know!! :)