Title: The Bombshell
Author: Kassruvalcaba or Michaelover101
Summery: Rory Gilmore's life is perfect... that is until her Grandparents drop a bomb so big that her perfect lifestyle comes tumbling down. Rogan AU
Category: Rory and Logan
AN: GRP! Okay guys i couldn't resist i've been writing this for the past two weeks and it's just sitting here begging to be read! I couldn't resist! So here is my new GG story and I hope you guys enjoy it!
Part 1: The Bomb is Dropped
Lorelai Leigh Gilmore the Third aka Rory woke up with the sun shining and the birds chirping as well as a hammer pounding on the roof and her mother yelling at them to let them sleep. She got out of her childhood bed and walked into the kitchen to see her mom starting on what she assumed was her fourth cup of coffee.
"Luke working again?" Rory asked grabbing a cup from the cabinet and pouring some coffee into her cup.
"Yes, that man has no sense of time."
"Mom, it's ten o'clock."
"On a Saturday!" Lorelai yelled. She opened the door. "It's Saturday! The Day of Rest! You hear me up there!" The hammering stopped and Luke yelled back.
"Sunday is the day of rest!"
"Well, most people work on Sundays!" Lorelai slammed the door and plopped down in her seat. "God I hate him." Lorelai muttered.
"Mom, you love him. Why else would you be marrying him?"
"Oh yeah." Her mother smiled sheepishly into her coffee and looked at her engagement ring.
"After two years of dating and sixteen years of friendship he finally wised up."
"Damn right!" Lorelai said. Rory smiled at her mother. "So, what do you have planned for today?"
"I'm going to Lane's for a while and listen to the band practice, then hang with Dean and go back to Yale to study for my World Cultures class, then dinner with the grandparents."
"Right. So I'll see you at dinner?"
"Okay then. Have fun. I got to get going. I have a few things to do at the Inn."
"I thought today was the day of rest."
"Well, some people have to work. Unlike the person on the roof." Lorelai smiled at Rory as she rolled her eyes. "Bye sweets."
"Bye mom." Lorelai kissed her forehead and walked out of the house. Rory grabbed her towel and walked into her bathroom. She stripped down and got into the warm water. Rory Gilmore loved her life. She had a wonderful relationship with her mother. She loved Luke like her father and he was soon going to be her stepfather. She had wonderful friends in Lane, her rocker friend, and Paris, her neurotic friend. The first love of her life was her boyfriend. Of course the reasoning behind them getting together was a little screwed and she would always have that guilt but she loved him.
She washed her hair and body then rinsed off. She turned off the water and wrapped her towel around her body. She walked into her room, put on her underclothes then went in search of clothes. She put on some low rise jeans and an AC/DC tank top that her mother had given her. She put her hair in a quick ponytail, grabbed her cell phone and keys and made her way outside.
"Bye Luke!" Rory said waving at the man on the roof. Luke waved and started pounding away. The minute the gods above decided that it would be nice for it to rain in the little town of Stars Hollow, Lorelai found out that her roof leaked. Rory had walked into three pots filled with water and slipped at least twelve times in parts that did not have pots. Luke had had enough and had started to repair the house or as her mother and she called it "The Crap Shack". She walked through the town greeting people as she passed. Yes, her life was just as it should be. Perfect in her own eyes.
Just as Rory looked at her life as perfect Emily Gilmore was doing some planning for that night's dinner. She walked to her desk and sat down. She opened her phone book and looked for a number. When she found it, she smiled and took the phone off the hook and dialed. She waited until the maid picked up.
"Hello, this is Emily Gilmore. Is Shira in?"
"Yes, I'll go get her, please hold on."
"Thank you." Emily said. She was too excited about that night to think about the maid putting her on hold.
"Oh Emily, it's so good to hear from you! Is everything all set for tonight?"
"Yes, yes, Rory is coming from Yale to dinner and Lorelai is coming from Stars Hollow."
"Does she know?"
"I'm hoping Lorelai told her."
"Well, we can only hope."
"How is Logan taking it?"
"Oh, we told him on his eighteenth birthday."
"Then, how did he take it?'
"Shocked at first, but I think he wrapped him mind around it."
"It's for the best."
"Yes, it is."
"So I'll see you, Mitchum and Logan tonight."
"Yes, you will see us then."
"Bye Emily." Emily hung up the phone happy with herself. Everything was working out according to plan.
Rory had hung out with the band and had some girl talking time with Lane. She had had lunch with Dean and caught an early showing of "The Day the Earth Stood Still" at the little town theater where Kirk had been running the reel and lost control of it getting movie footage wrapped all around his body. She was now in her room studying for her World Cultures Class.
Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism were the three main beliefs in China. Explain what they are and the effects it had on the Chinese people.
Rory rubbed her eyes and closed her book. Why had she taken this class when her major was journalism she didn't know. Then it clicked it had something to do with wanting to know more about different religions in order to expand her articles. She sighed and opened her book again.
"Where is it?" She heard Paris yell from the common room. Rory sighed and stood up. She opened her door to see Paris running around the room wearing a dress and hopping around on one foot.
"Paris, I'm trying to study." Rory said rubbing her temples.
"Well, sorry Gilmore, but I'm going out with Doyle in ten minutes and I can't find my shoe!" Paris said looking under the table. "Don't just stand there. The sooner we find the shoe the sooner you can go on studying. Rory rolled her eyes and began looking for the shoe.
"Which one am I looking for?"
"The black one."
"Oh, that narrows it down."
"What's up your ass?" Paris asked standing up. Rory stood up and shrugged.
"I'm having a hard time studying and I have a test tomorrow. I guess I'm just stressed." Rory looked at the shoe Paris had on and smiled. "I know where it is."
"Really?" Rory nodded and walked over to the little kitchen and opened the microwave. She reached inside and took out the black high heeled shoe that Paris was looking for.
"In the microwave." Rory said handing it to her.
"How did you..."
"Remember, you stepped in a puddle and put it in there to get it dry earlier today."
"Oh yeah. Must have forgotten."
"Obviously." Rory began her way back to her room.
"Are you going home tonight or coming back here."
"Here. I have an early class."
"Okay, call if you're not coming."
"Don't give me lip young lady." Paris said with a smile. Rory shook her head and watched as Paris grabbed her purse and opened the door just as Doyle knocked.
"Bye Paris." Rory said.
"Bye Rory." Paris closed the door and Rory went back inside her room. She looked at the clock. Five thirty. She had to go to dinner at seven. She could study for another half hour, jump in for a quick shower and make her way to Hartford by seven. Rory nodded and got back to work.
Emily stood up as the bell rang and answered the door. She smiled and greeted the Huntzbergers as they walked in.
"Shira, so nice to see you." Emily greeted.
"So nice to see you too, Emily." They kissed each other's cheeks and the maid took Shira's coat.
"Emily, nice to see you." Mitchum said kissing her cheek. Logan smiled, greeted and kissed her hand.
"He's a charmer this one." Emily said as she led them into the living room.
"He gets it from his father Emily."
"That he does. Richard." Mitchum greeted.
"Mitchum." Richard shook the man's hand and began talking about golf. Logan and Shira sat down on one of the couches, Emily across from them and Mitchum and Richard stood by the fireplace.
"Rory isn't here yet. I wonder where she might be."
"It's fine, Emily, she'll be here." Richard assured then went back to talking golf. The phone rang and was answered by the maid.
"So, how are you Logan?"
"I'm just fine Mrs. Gilmore, and yourself?"
"Oh well, I'm fine."
"Excuse me Mrs. Gilmore, but your granddaughter is on the phone." Emily smiled.
"Excuse me, Shira, I'll go see what's keeping her."
"Go, go." Shira said waving her away. Emily took the phone and went to the hall.
"Grandma hi. I'm going to be a bit late. I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't worry sweetheart."
"Thanks. I'll be there in a half an hour tops. I'm getting in my car as we speak."
"Don't worry dear."
"Thanks. I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Okay. I'll see you then."
"Bye." Emily hung up the phone and walked back into the living room.
"Rory is running a little late, but is on her way." Emily announced with a smile as she sat down.
"Well, it was nice she called. See Logan, I told you she was nice." Shira said. Logan nodded.
"Never doubted you mom." Logan answered and plastered a smile on his face.
Rory drove up to her grandmother's house and parked. Her cell phone rang, she grabbed it and answered.
"Fruit of my looms!"
"That's underwear mom."
"Loins, whatever, tomato, tomato." Lorelai said. "Can you tell my mother dearest that I got held up at the inn, but I'll be there in twenty minutes?"
"Yeah, I'll tell her mom."
"Thanks! Love you"
"Love you too." Rory hung up and got out of her car. She saw that there were two other cars parked in front of hers. One was a black Jaguar and the license plate read Huntz, while the one in front of it was a dark blue which could be mistaken for black in the dark. It was a classic Mustang. Rory sighed. Looked like her Grandmother had some rich friends over. She walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. The maid opened the door, took her coat and purse.
"Mrs. Gilmore is in the living room."
"Thanks." Rory said as she walked in. She saw a man standing with her grandfather by the fireplace and a blonde boy her age sitting next to who she assumed was his mother sitting across from her grandmother.
"Rory." Her grandmother said.
"Hi Grandma. Sorry I'm late. I was studying for my World Cultures test and I guess I fell asleep."
"It's no problem."
"Hi Grandpa." Rory said kissing her Grandfather.
"Hello Rory. I'd like you to meet a dear friend of mine. Mitchum Huntzberger, he's..."
"The newspaper king." Rory said shaking his hand.
"I've never before been referred to as king. Now mogul that's the word most used, but never king. I like it." Rory smiled.
"It's an honor to meet you."
"Why thank you." Mitchum smiled.
"Rory, this is Mitchum's wife Shira and their son Logan." She shook Shira's hand and went on to Logan, but instead of shaking it he kissed it making her blush.
"Nice to meet you." She said sitting down next to her grandmother.
"It's nice to finally meet you as well. Emily has just told us wonderful things about you."
"Oh. Ha. Thank you." Rory said blushing a bit more.
"A drink Rory?" Richard asked.
"Water, I'm driving tonight." Rory joked. Richard laughed.
"That's another great thing about Rory, she has a great sense of humor." Emily said laughing. Rory felt like her grandmother was auctioning her off. Rory smiled as her Grandpa handed her the glass of water.
"So, Rory, how was your day?" Shira asked.
"My day? Oh, it was good. I spent the afternoon in Stars Hollow with my friends and went back to New Haven to study for my test."
"So nothing exciting?"
"Nope. Well, Paris did lose her shoe and we found it in the microwave, but that's as exciting as it got." The room got quiet as Rory took a sip of her water. The group looked at her as if she had gone insane.
"The microwave?" Shira asked.
"Yeah. Paris stepped in a puddle getting her shoe wet so we put it in the microwave to dry it off. Not our brightest idea mind you." Rory explained. The group laughed and she breathed. 'Tough crowd." She thought.
"Where is Lorelai?" Emily asked.
"Oh, mom called about ten minutes ago. She said that she got caught up at the Inn and was on her way. Give her another ten minutes Grandma." Emily nodded.
"Oh, well ok. We'll wait for her then."
"You know, Rory, Logan goes to Yale." Shira said.
"Really. That's great. What's your major?"
"He's taking after his old man." Mitchum said. Rory smiled.
"He's also on The Yale Daily News." Emily said.
"Really? I haven't seen you in there." Rory said.
"I don't go much. But I've read a few of your articles. You're a great writer."
"Oh thanks." Rory said
"I especially liked the article about the band Hep Alien. They sound like a cool band."
"Yeah, my friend Lane is their drummer. My garage used to be their practice place. So I get to say I know them when." Rory said. Logan nodded. "They're playing down here in a few weeks. If you're interested I can get you tickets."
"That would be great."
"See, they're getting along great." Shira whispered to Emily. Emily nodded and smiled. Just then the doorbell rang. The door opened and Rory could hear her mom from the doorway.
"When did you start working here?" The maid answered in a quiet voice.
"Well, good luck!" Lorelai said as she walked into the living room.
"Mom, sorry I'm late. Michel and Sookie got into a fight about how many almonds should go in a salad and well, Sookie had the ladle." Lorelai said as she kissed her mother's cheek and went to her father.
"With a twist?"
"Hey sweetie." Lorelai and Rory hugged and sat down on the couch.
"So, who won?" Rory whispered.
"Oh, Sookie did, after threatening to do unthinkable things to his unthinkables..."
"It's unmentionables, not unthinkables."
"No, because I really don't want to think about Michel's unthinkables."
"Right, go on."
"Right, so she threatened his unthinkables with a ladle and he went back to his post. I was free to come here and have dinner."
"Lorelai, if you are done I want you to meet the Huntzbergers."
"Oh right." Lorelai stood up and shook the older man's hand.
"Lorelai Gilmore soon to be Danes." Lorelai said
"Mitchum Huntzberger, my wife Shira and our son Logan." Lorelai stopped mid-shake and turned to her mother who nodded.
"Oh. It's nice to meet you." She said shaking Shira and Logan's hands. "Mom, can I talk to you please?"
"Lorelai, we have company."
"Yes, I know, but it'll only be a minute I swear." Emily sighed and excused herself as she followed her daughter into the hall. Rory frowned at the change in her mother's demeanor. What was wrong? She had to wonder.
"So Rory. Do you like kids?"
"Mom!" Logan said.
"Shira." Mitchum warned.
"It's an innocent question. So do you?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"How many would you want?"
"Shira, that's taking it too far." Rory smiled. She knew what was happening now. They were trying to set her up with Logan. She was about to answer when she heard her mother and grandmother yelling in the hall.
"Lorelai, what is the matter with you!" Emily yelled.
"You didn't tell me that this was happening tonight! I haven't had time to prepare her!" Rory frowned and stood up.
"Rory, I think it's best you let them be for now."
"Don't worry Grandpa, I'm only playing mediator." Richard nodded and Rory walked into the hall.
"You haven't told her!"
"No, I haven't told her."
"Told me what?" Rory asked. They both turned to look at Rory.
"Rory?" Rory walked to stand near her mother.
"We tell each other everything mom. What is it? I mean it can't be that bad."
"Right, well, see Logan is..." Lorelai couldn't bring herself to say it. It would ruin the perfect relationship with her daughter. It would turn her into her mother.
"He's your fiancé, Rory." Emily said. Rory turned to her.