Disclaimer: If a line sounds familiar it's probably from the original, so it's ASP's.

Author's Note: I have been having ideas as to how to continue it, but in tandem with the original material. I wrote out the rest of Season Five basically with all the other's characters' storylines unchanged. Rory's and obviously Marty's and Logan's changed. Lorelai's currently is pretty on par with her original storyline but reworked to fit the Rory/Marty relationship continuation. It will deviate later I think when I got through Season Six. I have been holding on to this reworking of the Rory storyline since Gilmore Girls first aired in 2004/2005 thru to the end. I have used almost all the scenes that Rory is in and gone through them word for word from the DVDs with subtitles to make sure it works, but I will be inserting my own scenes too, amongst them.

By the way, thank you to those that have read it thus far, I appreciate all reviews. I am not the best writer, I admit, but I'm having fun writing this. I have about 10 more chapters already mostly written out so more to come.

Chapter 11

Rory was driving when her phone shrilled throughout the car.

"Hey, mom."

"Hey," answered Lorelai breathlessly. "How would you feel about doing a little shopping tomorrow?"

"Hurt, confused, a little dirty."

"I need to get a new back-together-with-Luke dress for my back-together-with-Luke date."

"Where do you want to go?"

"How about the new place where you got the scarf with the bows on it?"

"Oh yes. Cute place."

"I want to go to the cute place."

"10:00?"

"I'll be the one holding coffee. So, what are you doing tonight?"

"Mom," Rory said, flabbergasted that her mom would ask such a thing.

"What? Are you driving?" inquired Lorelai. "Sounds like you're driving."

"I am driving."

"You are? Where are you going?"

"You know where I'm going, Mom."

"Disneyland?"

"No."

"Puppy World?"

"You're so immature. You're gonna make me say it?"

"Say what?"

"I am on my way to Friday night dinner."

"Ah ha ha! That's right," gloated Lorelai. "You're on the road to Hellville."

"Do not gloat."

"I'm not gloating. I'm gloating with hand gestures- "

"Bye."

"- and a little soft shoe."

"Got to go."

"Listen, enjoy your glazed woodcock with a side of truffled goose head."

"Oh, what a shame, I'm here."

"You are not."

"See you tomorrow."

"Rory, wait, I'm gloating with jazz hands."

"Bye, Mom." And with that, Rory ended the call.

ooo

The doorbell rang and Rory heard footsteps and her grandfather call out something incoherent.

"My goodness, the bag is bigger than you are," Richard answered the door.

"I brought you some recent issues of the Yale Daily News. We've been doing some really good articles lately."

"And some with a byline I might be familiar with, I hope."

"I believe that, yes, you'll find some highlighted sections in your hymnals."

"Then hand the bag over, my dear," said her grandfather with outstretched hands.

"Okay," obliged Rory.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting," said Emily, entering the room. Her eyes clearly scanned the room for 'everyone'.

"Luckily, we have plenty to read."

"Hello, Rory."

"Hello, Grandma."

"Let's go in the living room, shall we?"

"Excellent idea," concurred Richard.

"Pardon me, Mrs. Gilmore, shall I put the salads out now, ma'am?" asked the newest maid of the Gilmore residence.

"We haven't had drinks yet, Olympia," answered her grandmother, with an annoyed tone.

"Yes, ma'am," said Olympia.

"I wrote it all down on the refrigerator pad for you, Olympia."

"Is someone else coming for dinner?" asked Rory, feeling like there might be more people expected.

"Someone else? No, it's just gonna be us." Her grandfather said, rather quickly.

" 'Us,' meaning the three of us here, right? I mean, you know Mon's not coming?" said Rory nervously.

"Oh." was all that her grandfather could say, while he looked at his wife. "Well, actually -"

"Of course, we know your mother's not coming. The maid made a mistake," responded Emily. "Olympia, it was three for dinner, not four."

Emily walked up a few steps before turning around and stating, "Well, she's fired. Richard, take Rory into the living room."

And with that Emily stormed off to the dining room to fix the error.

While the rest of dinner was pleasant enough, there was an air of unspoken conversation between the elder couple. Rory tried to ignore any prying from her grandparents as to what her mother was up to by simply changing the conversation to safer subjects.

"Now, I had Olympia write out the reheating instructions for the goose, and they work. I had her test it during dessert." Emily Gilmore said as she was escorting Rory to the door at the end of Friday night dinner.

"Thank you, Grandma."

"I also put some Harry and David fruit in there."

"Oh, and you can eat the pears with a spoon," chimed in her grandfather from a foot back.

"I'll remember that. Bye, Grandpa. Bye, Grandma." called Rory as she hurriedly stepped out of the house before any other questions or comments about her mom.

Once Rory arrived at the car, she was grateful for it finally being the weekend.

ooo

"If I still want that sweater in 20 minutes, I'm coming back to get it," stated Rory, to her mom.

Lorelai met Rory for their planned shopping trip with a Luke's to-go cup signifying that she and Luke had finally worked out their relationship issues. Rory couldn't help but smile. She liked Luke and her mother together because although they were opposites, they balanced each other out. Luke was the rational side to Lorelai and Lorelai got to liven up Luke's curmudgeon-style life. Luke had been in their lives since they moved to Stars Hallow, and his diner had fed Rory most of her life.

"Okay, wait, what is wrong with this picture?" halted Lorelai at the bottom of the stairs.

"Huh?" Rory was confused.

"Look at you. An armful of bags and a potential 20-minute sweater on the way. And look at me, completely bagless."

"Relax, the day is still young."

"There are no more clothes out there for me. The Lorelai look is over. I wish someone had told me."

"That would have helped."

"See? That what I want," commented Lorelai as she turned to look at a fashionably stylish woman who's look looked put together yet effortless, who walked by. "Come on, let's follow her!"

"I'm not following that girl," resisted Rory.

"But she knows where my stores are, and she looks about my size so if she happens to have an aneurysm between now and tomorrow night... What? Oh, my God, is that Logan?"

Rory followed where her mom was looking, and she saw that Logan was indeed sitting at a nearby café with a girl who was giggling as he leaned in close to her. Rory hoped that he was so absorbed in his present company to see her and her mom, practically staring.

"Yes. I see he wasted no time, moving on. Let's go."

"At least he's not bothering you, but didn't you two sleep together?" Lorelai piecing Rory's sex life together on the street.

Rory blushed in embarrassment. "Yes, sort of, not really. It was stupid. It was casual."

"Casual?"

"You know, it's college." Rory tried her best to brush it off.

"College? What about Marty?"

"What about him?"

"Does he know about you and Logan?"

"Not exactly. Does he have to?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Is it really done with Logan?"

"Yes! Absolutely. I want them to be."

"Truly?"

"Yes. Marty's a great guy and I'd hate to do anything to screw this up, and I've been doing a lot of that late. Things with him have been fun and effortless, and I like that."

"That's good, kid." affirmed her mother, before adding wickedly, "So, how is he naked?"

"Mom! Look over there. I think the Lorelai look is back and it's in velvet." Rory ran off in the opposite direction.

"If it doesn't have rhinestones, it isn't authentic!" Lorelai responded as she followed her daughter.

ooo

Days after classes resumed, Rory managed to avoid Logan on campus. Unfortunately, as hard as she tried, Rory could not avoid him everywhere. Especially on the following Tuesday when she had to be at The Yale Daily News offices and was putting the final touches on her latest article. Immediately as he walked in, he spotted her at her computer and came strolling over.

"That's a look of great determination."

"Yes, I'm determined to finish this piece before my caffeine buzz wears off, and I have about 30 seconds left," Rory said as flatly as possible.

"So,"

"So?"

"Did I see you on State Street with..."

"Yeah."

"Right."

Rory impatiently asked. "So?"

"So, she was just a friend."

"I don't care, Logan. See her, date her, do her, it's none of my business." Rory stated, simply.

"Okay, but I thought we were..." Logan tried.

"We're not...No. As I told you. I'm not interested." Rory said as coldly and firmly as she could.

"Is this still about your friend, Mark? Matt? The bartender?"

"Marty. And it is." Rory snapped.

"Look, if i treated him wrong..." said Logan, trying to get Rory to look at him.

"You did, but that's not why. Logan, I'm just not interested in this anymore..." As she said this, Rory indicated the space between him and her.

And with that, she hit send on her perfected article and made to stand up.

"What changed?" inquired Logan, abruptly.

"Me. And I got to go, I'm late."

Rory grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair and left Logan by her logged-off computer.

Outside the double doors, Marty just strolled up and Rory's agitation melted away. Marty flashed a shy smile at her, as she slid her hand in his, and leaned in to peck him on the cheek.

"Am I late? Did i make you wait?" Marty asked.

"No. Not at all. I just finished."

"Great. Do you feel like grabbing a cup of coffee?"

"Why? Do you have the master key to the campus Starbucks, too?"

Marty chuckled as he led her away from the newsroom. "No, I just thought we'd walk in and pay."

"Wow. So, old school," smirked Rory.

"Sorry, I couldn't make time this weekend, closing shifts are the worst. Having to announce the last call, and the whole bar boos at you gets old."

"I bet." Rory appreciated his candour but felt awkward that she did not have to take on multiple jobs to afford school. "It's okay."

"What did you do this weekend?"

"You know I have dinner every Friday night with the grandparents and then Saturday, mom drove up to go shopping."

"Get anything good?"

"You're looking at it. This sweater almost didn't make the cut."

"Mm, lucky sweater," Marty said as he looked at her new periwinkle top.

"Oh, hey, did you finish your essay for Schaffner's class?" Rory suddenly remembered how tedious that paper was to write.

"Yep, stayed up till almost five this morning with a pot of coffee and a bag of Doritos."

"Wow, then you might need that coffee more than me."

"There is no one that lives on coffee more than you. I, at least, dabble in tea from time to time."

"That's blasphemous to the religion of coffee and you know it!" accused Rory in a mock tone. She could not help but giggle more now around Marty.

As they entered the bustling coffee shop, Marty told Rory to find a table, while he got the drinks.

As she found an empty table on the patio, Rory thought back to seeing Logan with that girl on State Street. While the image did not make her pine for Logan's affections, it did bring forth anxious thoughts for Rory. While things with Marty had been easy, fun and comfortable, she knew it had not been defined. The thought of him seeing another girl and accidentally stumbling onto them together, made Rory feel unsettled. Admittedly, she was really starting to like Marty and so she knew she would have to bring it up. No matter how difficult or awkward it would be, she would have to do it.

"One Venti Cinnamon Dolce Latte with an extra shot of espresso, extra shot of flavour, and extra whip. And a Venti dark roast for me," said Marty as he held the hot beverage in front of her.

"How did you know that that's what I've been wanting?"

"You load your drink with cinnamon when you are tense or stressed."

"Really? How do you know I'm tense."

"I was standing in line, I looked to find you, and you seemed like you got something on your mind."

"Yeah, sort of. Except I'm not good at this stuff..." admitted Rory, hesitantly.

"What stuff, what is it?" Marty responded, now looking concerned.

"While out shopping with my mom the other day, we saw Logan with another girl," began Rory.

"Okay..."

"And it got me thinking -" As Rory said this, she noticed Marty's shoulders visibly tensed. "- that I don't want us to see other people."

Whatever Marty was expecting Rory to say, that was not it. "You mean us, as in you and me?" Marty clarified.

"Yes, us, is that okay? I guess I just want it to be just you and me." Rory started to explain, nervously.

"You want to be exclusive? With me?" Marty questioned, still stunned.

"Yeah, well, I don't know, I just started thinking, what if it was you with another girl that I saw and -" Rory was cut off by Marty leaning over and capturing her lips.

Her thoughts floated away as she returned the kiss. His lips were firmly pressed against hers with hints of enthusiasm. This was further confirmed by the smile that was on his face as he slowly broke away.

As he pulled back, he asked with a twinkle in his eye, "Is this your way of asking me to be your boyfriend, Miss Gilmore?"

Rory looked at Marty thoughtfully and teased, "Yeah, Boyfriend, I guess I am."

Marty made a face of disgust and quickly explained. "I like it, but please just call me, Marty."