Part 41: All An Act / The End

"You remember what I want, right?" Lorelai asked for the fifth time since they had arrived at the private airstrip while her husband was talking to his parents.

Husband, there was a word that was going to take getting used to, she thought before turning back to her mother.

"Yes, though you do know we're going to Italy, not London, so getting you an authentic Guards hat is going to be hard, maybe even impossible."

"Nothing is impossible unless you put your mind to it," Lorelai said hugging her daughter. "Promise me you'll try to have fun on your honeymoon, and not have your nose in a book the whole time."

"Don't worry," Rory laughed pulling back. "I only brought one for the plane ride there."

"Yeah," Lorelai said with a roll of her eyes. "One plus ten!"

"All right, so I brought books," Rory said with an eye roll.

"Try," Lorelai said.

"I will," Rory said hugging her mom again. She looked over at Luke and hugged him.

"Have fun, kid."

"I will," she repeated. She kissed his cheek before turning to her dad and hugging him.

"Remember what I said," Chris whispered. Rory closed her eyes, hugging him tighter. "Listen to your heart, Logan isn't that bad."

"Easy for you to say, you're not married to him."

"But you are. Have fun, kid, I'll see you in a month."

"Bye dad," she hugged him tighter before turning to her grandparents.

"We'll miss you, Rory," Richard said kissing her granddaughter, then handing her an envelope.

"Grandpa, you didn't have to do this," Rory said hesitantly before taking the envelope he thrust into her hand.

"Spend it on something pretty," he said hugging her. She hugged him back and smiled, kissing his cheek.

"I will."

He let her go and Emily came up to her.

"Have fun, Rory," she said hugging her. Rory let her arms fall to her side, not hugging her back and stiffing her spine, causing Emily to let go.

"I will," she said quietly. She turned over to Logan, who looked back up at her and said something to his father, then walked over to her.

"Ready?" He asked, She gave a short nod. He said goodbye to her parents and grandparents before giving a nod to his own and walked them over to plane. She climbed up the steps and ducked her head to enter the private plane.

"Take a seat," Logan told her as a stewardess closed the door and went to the front of the plane. "I'm going to tell the captain that we're ready. I'll be out in a minute."

Rory nodded and sat down on one of the couches. She looked around and sighed. She was married. God, she was married at the age of twenty-one. She had never imagined herself married at such a young age, not even to Dean.

She saw Logan come out of the cockpit and sit next to her. "We'll take off in a few minutes. Are you okay?"

"Fine," she said quietly taking off her shoes and lifting her feet to tuck them under her body.

"The plane ride is 12 hours."

"I knew it would be long, I've been to Europe before."

"Right," Logan said. "Well, if you start getting tired and don't want to sleep in here, there's a small bedroom in the back. And a TV if you want lots of movies."

"All right, I think I'm going to go read for a while," she said picking up her shoes and going to the back. Just as Logan had said, it was a small room, most of it being the bed and a medium sized TV. She put her shoes at the end of the bed and put her carry-on bag on the floor taking out a book before sitting on the bed and getting comfortable, her back to the headboard and her knees propped up in front of her to hold the book. Grapes of Wrath was the book she had chosen to read.

The wedding had been... perfect she thought with a sigh as she closed the book and laid down looking up at the ceiling of the roof. She felt the plane take off and turned over on her side.

After she and Logan had danced, she had danced with her father, Luke, her mom and grandfather, Tristan and Jess. Even Finn and Colin had shared a dance with her. The rest of the night had gone off without a hitch.

But Logan had seemed distant. They hadn't shared another dance after their first one, not that Rory had minded. She had spent most of the night with her mother and Lane, along with the girls, only being with Logan when it was time to cut the cake, take pictures and the bouquet and garter toss.

She smiled as she remembered the bouquet toss, how Evie, Steph, Lane and even Paris had tugged on the roses until the thing broke, leaving Evie with the most of it, a triumphant look on her face, and a look of horror on Finn's knowing exactly what it meant.

Then the garter toss came, in which Logan had flung her garter into the awaiting pool of LDB single men, including Finn and Colin. Finn had been the unfortunate one to catch. He had tossed it to Colin... who tossed it back to Finn and so on until Finn had been the one stuck with it, making Evie and Finn the next to be wed, causing almost everyone that knew them to laugh.


She looked up and saw Logan standing at the door. "Hey."

"Are you okay?" He asked closing the door and sitting on the bed next to her.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" She sat up and looked at him.

Logan shrugged. "I don't know, out there seemed so cold."

"No, I'm just tired."

"You sure?"

She gave a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, positive. I've had to deal with Emily Gilmore all day, she sort of drained me."

"Well, now you have a month without her," he told her.


"Rory, if something was wrong, you'd tell me, right?"

Rory stared at him before giving a shrug. "Depends, I guess."

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "This is going to be hard, isn't it?"

"Very," she admitted.

"Did someone say something to you or..."

"Nothing's wrong, Logan, I'm just tired. It's been a long day."

"All right," he stood up and walked back to the door. "I'll be out here if you need anything."

"I'll be fine," she said, laying back down and turning on her side. She heard him sigh and leave, closing the door with a quiet click.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. This marriage was going to be really really hard, she thought.


Logan sat back down on the couch and sighed. All right, so he had been distant after their dance. So he hadn't danced with her after that. And he hadn't talked to her unless they had been hauled off together, for one of those insipid reception things.

He knew from the moment Emily and his mother insisted they get almost a million pictures taken. That there would at least be a hundred covering the house surfaces. He knew from the moment they had cut the cake that the top tier would be in the freezer of their home ready to be eaten on their first anniversary. He knew from the moment they had got on the plane, her grandparents and his parents would expecting an heir.

Well, weren't they going to be disappointed, he thought laying down on the couch and covering his face with his arm. He knew that with this marriage, he was going to get to know his hand pretty well.He gave a laugh at his thoughts before groaning.

This was going to be hard, very hard. They didn't love each other. That was part of the problem.

Another part was that seeing as he had never been in love, he didn't know what it felt like. The minute he had found out about this arrangement, his girlfriend of a year had broken up with him. He hadn't loved her, he knew that for sure. She had been using him for the money and he... well, he had been using her for sex.

After that he started getting the reputation as a playboy. He didn't mind it much. In his head, he kept telling himself that he might as well sleep with as many girls as he could seeing as his parents had picked his future bride. She had to be ugly, that the only reason she had even been chosen was the name. He had never met a Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, never heard of her and hadn't cared about her.

He had been given bits and pieces of information about her the years following, where she attended school, what her grades were, what college she attended, major, even some of her friends. Even the address and the phone number. But he had never cared enough to go look for her, to go talk to her.

Then, well, then he went to that dinner. He had listened to her grandparents praise her, telling him how great her grades were, and how beautiful she was, and how perfect the match had been. He had nodded at the right moments and agreed with them, though he didn't for a minute believe she was as beautiful as they said, seeing as when he looked around, he hadn't seen any pictures of the slim, blue-eyed beauty.

Then she had walked in, wearing a black cocktail dress, and teasing her grandparents, blushing at his kissing her hand and talking about her friend's band. He had assumed that she was okay with the match, not caring as much, but happy to be a society wife, an arm candy.

Then her mother walked in. Them whispering to each other, laughing at the French man at her mother's inn. Then they had introduced Lorelai. Lorelai had apparently noted their last names and got in an argument with her mother in the foyer. He had watched Rory somewhat get interrogated by his mother, then excuse herself to see what was holding her grandmother and mother. He had listened to her shocked reaction, watched her storm up the stairs, yelling at her mother and grandmother. Had listened to her say how she had a boyfriend.

After she had gone upstairs, he had spent the next few minutes listening to his father, mother and grandfather talk about the marriage, He had excused himself and spent the rest of the night with Finn and Colin, drinking.

After that, he had gotten to have dinner with her and one of her best friends. They had gotten to know each other and became friends. Now... well, now it seemed like they had gone back to square one. Not caring one way or the other.

He got up off the couch and went back into the back room where Rory was sleeping. He saw that there was still room for him to lay down. He took the risk and sat down at the end of the bed, taking off his shoes. He pulled his shirt over his head leaving on his undershirt and took off his belt, before getting under the covers and staying on the other part of the bed, closing his eyes and sleeping.

Rory hadn't been the only one drained that day.


Rory woke up when she felt the plane jerk. She rolled over and was surprised to see Logan facing her, fast asleep. She bit her lip before rolling back over and sitting up running a hand through her hair, before slipping on her shoes. She grabbed her book that was sitting innocently between them and left the room. She sat comfortably on one of the couches and began to read.

"Mrs. Huntzberger... Mrs. Huntzberger." She felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see the stewardess smiling at her. "Mrs. Huntzberger."

"Oh, right," Rory said with a shake of her head. "Yes?"

"Um, the captain wanted me to let you to know that we will be landing in about an hour if you wanted to tell Mr. Huntzberger."

"Oh, thanks."

"You're welcome." She turned and went back to the cockpit. Rory looked over at the room and got up to go wake him up.

"Logan," she whispered shaking his shoulder.

"Yeah?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"We're landing in about an hour. Just thought I'd tell you." She said getting up and leaving the room once again. Logan sighed and got up, running a hand through his hair. He pulled on his shirt and his belt, then grabbed his shoes on his way out, sitting on the couch next to Rory and put them on.

"Sleep good?" He asked, tying the laces.

"Yes, thank you."

"All right, now you're being cold."

"I am not being cold, Logan," Rory said reading the last line on the page before putting in her bookmark and closing it to look at him.

"You knew that we were getting married, Rory, you were prepared. Hell, we've been teasing each other about it for the past month."

"I know that," Rory said, not sure what he was getting at.

"Then all of a sudden it seems like everything we've been through for that month is gone. What happened?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask yourself that same question?" She muttered opening her book again.

"Our friendship isn't going to survive if we're going to be like this, Rory," he told her, hoping she was listening to him.

She looked up at him and saw him watching her. She gave a sigh and a nod. "I know."

"We have to talk to each other. We have to trust each other."

"Once again, you should take your own advice, Logan. I'll trust you when you start trusting me. Now I want to finish this chapter before we land," she said looking back down at her book.

"I guess we should both follow it," he muttered as he went towards the back to the room. About an hour later they had gathered their things and got in the limo that was waiting for them at the airstrip. Rory looked out the window as the driver drove them to Logan's grandfather's estate. Reporters had been waiting for them, cameras and microphones pointing at them.

"You'll get used to it," Logan told her. She turned and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "The reporters, you get used to them."

"So where exactly does your grandfather live?" She asked changing the subject.

"Outside of Rome. Big place, you'll like it. My grandfather goes there to get away from everything. Doesn't have any phones and leaves his cell phone off while he's there. No one will find us. My father doesn't even know that we're going to be there."

"So Emily doesn't know?"



"Thought you might like it."

"It sounds peaceful."

"It will be. We'll stay there two weeks. He'll be happy to get to know you. Plus it'll give you a chance to roam every inch of his library."

Logan watched as she gave him the first smile since leaving her mom behind in Hartford.

"Then after the two weeks?"

"Well, about a week ago, when you were with Jess, I went to a realtor's office."


"Yes, a realtor. I was looking at some magazines a few weeks ago and saw this nice place here. And seeing as I know you oh-so-well, I thought I'd get it. Sort of a home away from home. No one except for our friends would know about it."


"So I got it. That way, we both have a place to get away when Hartford gets to be too much."

"So you now own a property here in Rome?"

"Correction, we. It's under both our names."


"It's already furnished. I asked Honor to get everything we might need for two weeks and put it in."


"My sister. She couldn't make it to the wedding. Her and Josh had some things to do here, but you'll meet her, probably today. She'll love you, probably convince you to go shopping too," Logan laughed, causing Rory to smile.

They spent the rest of the trip in silence, Rory looking out the window, watching the scenery pass. Rory was in awe when they reached Elias Huntzberger's house, more like a castle. The entrance was guarded, and had an iron gate. The house itself was blocked off by a large stone wall that had ivy and flowers climbing up and about.

The limo came into the circular driveway and stopped. The door was opened. Logan slid out and held out a hand to help Rory. She took his hand and slid out of the limo, looking up at the old castle.

"Wow, it's... beautiful," she whispered and the limo driver closed the door behind her.

"My grandfather likes all things big," Logan laughed. "And don't say dirty, it's too easy," Logan told her as she opened her mouth. Just as she was about to reply, the front door opened and an old man walked out.

"Logan, is that you?" The man said.

"Yeah, gramps, it's me," Logan said leading Rory over to him. He hugged the man with a smile.

"Let me guess, this is the wife," he said looking over at Rory with a smile.

"Yes, gramps, this is Rory. Rory, this is my grandfather Elias Huntzberger."

"It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Huntzberger."

"Please, call me Elias. We are, after all, family. Well, let's not just stand here, come in," he said turning and walking back inside. Logan smiled and took Rory's hand bringing her with him.

If Rory had thought the outside was amazing, the inside was more so. Priceless and rare paintings littered the walls. There were expensive rugs and old furniture giving the place a comforting, but old feeling to it. Lived in, which is what she loved.

"I talked to Honor earlier," Elias said as they sat down in the living room. "She's going to be here later. She regrets not being able to make the wedding. Josh had some work to do, and you know she can't leave that man for a second, much less a weekend."

Logan laughed. "It's all right, she called beforehand and told me."

"I, on the other hand, boycotted the wedding altogether, but that still doesn't stop me from wanting to know how it was," He looked at Rory who smiled.

"It was..." She bit her lip. "Beautiful. Shira and Emily outdid themselves."

"You weren't happy with it," he stated.

Rory shrugged. "I would have wanted a little more say in it. Say who I got to marry. But I think it was beautiful. It was entertaining as well."

"Entertaining? How so?" Elias said as he cast a glance at his grandson who had rolled his eyes.

"Logan tuned out during the most important part of the ceremony," Rory laughed.

"I did not tune out," Logan protested.

"You asked the priest to repeat the question, Logan," Rory said turning to him.

"All right, I tuned out," Logan said with a sigh.

"During your vows?" Elias asked, his smirk widening. Logan shrugged.

"It wasn't as big of a deal as they made it out to be. The guests probably thought I was so caught up in the bride that I was caught off guard."

"And you weren't? Gosh, I'm hurt," Rory said with a smile, causing him to roll his eyes again.

"Hey gramps, I want to freshen up before Honor comes. Where are we staying?"

"Right, come on," Elias said as he got up and went for the stairs. They followed him up and he opened the door to one of the rooms.

"You two will stay here. I'll let you two get comfortable. I'll be downstairs if you need me," he said turning; both too shocked at the information of them sharing the room that they missed the small smile on his face.

Rory walked in and looked around. Big king-size bed, an old dresser, a terrace, and a large walk-in closet, along with a door leading to a large bathroom.

"If you want, we can get my grandfather to get one of us another room," Logan said closing the door.

Rory shrugged. "I don't mind."

"All right, I'm going to get in the shower, I'll be quick. Then if you want, you can get in."

"All right." He opened a drawer to the dresser, where their stuff was already unpacked, and grabbed some clean boxers and an undershirt, then went in the bathroom. She heard the shower start running, then grabbed her cell phone from her purse. She dialed a number while taking off her shoes and sat with her back to the headboard, listening to the phone ring.

"'lo?" A groggy voice answered.

"Right, time zones, sorry," Rory smirked.

"Ha, ha, very funny."

"Did you just fall asleep?"

"No, I was about to get up," the person said sarcastically. "You're on your honeymoon, shouldn't you be... indisposed right now?"

"Now you know I'm not that type of girl," Rory laughed.

"I know." She heard the person get out of bed and open a door.

"Where are you going?" Rory asked.

"If I'm going to talk to you at four in the morning, then I'm going to make some coffee."

"Right, it is a must."

They stayed silent while she heard her mother open and close cabinets, then the gurgle of the coffee maker.

"So where are you right now?"

"If I tell you, do you promise not to tell the grandparents?"

"I never tell my mother anything anyway."

"Good point. Logan and I are in Italy."

"Oh, nice honeymoon place."

"We're staying a month. The first two weeks are going to be here at his grandfather's house."

"So no getting freaky then," Lorelai teased, causing Rory to roll her eyes.

"No. Then the other two will be spent at our house here."

"I was not aware that we owned a house in Italy. I knew I shouldn't have given you that credit card."

"Not our as in yours and mine, mom. Ours as in mine and Logan's."


"Logan bought a house here in Rome. It's under both our names. No one else knows about it. Sort of a home away from home."

"That's sweet."

"It is." Rory admitted, tracing the pattern of the comforter.

"Are you okay, sweets? You sound down."

"I'm fine, just... I don't know. I'm married."

"Yeah, you are."

"And I'm thinking, that if you had told me sooner, what I would have done?"

"What do you mean?"

Rory shrugged, then answered when she remembered her mother couldn't see her. "I don't know. Would I have dated Dean? Would I have dated Jess? Would I have slept with Dean? Would I have gotten used to it, to the point of not even caring? Would I have gone to Yale to study or just give up?"

"You would have gone to Yale. I'm not sure about the Dean or Jess thing. I think that you would have cared. That you would have never stopped caring and that you would have done everything that you did now to reach your dream. I don't think you would have just given that up."

"I don't know."

"I know you, Ror, I know you better than anyone. And I don't think you would have given up so easily."

"Who knows?" Rory answered.

"I do," Lorelai sighed. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just wanted to let you know where we were."

"All right"

Rory heard the water turn off.

"I'm going to keep my phone off. I really don't feel like talking to grandma or anyone else while we're here. But I'll call you soon."

"All right. And I promise I won't tell anyone else."

"Thanks, mom."

"Except for Luke and Lane. And Paris if she asks."

Rory laughed. "Just don't tell grandma."

"I won't. Bye sweets, try and have fun."

"I will, bye." Rory hung up her phone just as Logan came out of the bathroom.

"Who'd you call?" He asked rubbing his hair with the towel.

"Mom. Just wanted to let her know we made it okay. And that I was going to keep my phone off, but I'd call her in a few days to keep her posted."

"Did you tell her where we were?"

"Yeah, but she won't tell the Gilmores, Trust me, she only talks to them when absolutely necessary. Plus with me not there, she won't even go to Friday night dinner."

"You know," Logan said opening the closet and pulling out a pair of jeans, "Now that we're married and officially the heirs of the Huntzberger and the Gilmore fortunes and have all that money, you don't have to have your grandparents pay for Yale anymore. We can pay for it ourselves."

Rory shrugged. "I've thought about that."

"I'm just saying," Logan said with a shrug as he pulled on his pants.

"I know." She looked at the open bathroom door. "I think I'm going to take a shower."

"All right," Logan said grabbing a shirt. Rory grabbed some undergarments from a drawer and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. When she walked out, with a big white fluffy towel around her body, she noticed Logan on the bed, fast asleep. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a short sleeved button down shirt from the closet and changed, before slipping on some sandals and leaving the room. She tied her hair back into a ponytail on her way downstairs and saw Elias sitting in the living room reading.

"I was wondering if you two were ever coming down," Elias teased.

Rory smiled. "Logan's asleep."

"You're not tired?"

"No," she answered.

"I hear you're a coffee addict," He said standing up and putting the book on the table.

"Addict is an understatement," Rory laughed.

"Well then, follow me," She followed him down various halls until they reached the kitchen. She sat down at the island and watched him make some coffee, then sit down across from her.

"I've heard a lot about you," He told her.

"Really? From who?"

"Every once in a while I plug the phone into the wall and make calls," He said.

"Logan told me about you not having a phone here," Rory said.

"It's not that I don't have a phone. It's that when I'm here, I don't like my son pestering me to come back," he told her. "But I talk to Logan at least once a month. Same with Honor. They tell me things."

"Logan told you about me?"

"Very reluctantly," he admitted. "He told me some things about you."

"Like what?" Rory asked with a smile, intrigued by the news.

"That you like coffee," he said getting up and pouring two cups and setting them down before sitting back down. "That you enjoy studying. You enjoy reading. You had a very close relationship with your mother that was destroyed when you found out about this, but that is slowly rebuilding."

"It's getting there." Rory smiled at the thought of her mother and how they were starting to get back on track.

"I've also found things out on my own."

"Oh, intrigue."

"You were valedictorian at Chilton. You live in Stars Hollow, dated a Dean Forrester and a Jess Mariano. Had an affair with Dean before going back to Yale your sophomore year."

"Okay, how did you know about that?" Rory asked.

Elias shrugged. "Did some digging."

"That's an invasion of privacy, it's got to be."

"It is," Elias said. "And I'm sorry I did it."

"No, you're not," Rory said with a soft smile.

"Have you told Logan yet?"

"No, I think he knows though. Or well... thinks he knows. If that makes any sense," she said with a shake of her head.

"I meant, does he know you love him?"

Rory looked up at him with wide eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You love Logan," Elias stated with a smile.

"No, I don't," Rory said with a shake of her head.

"You like him," he pointed out.

Rory shrugged. "Liking and loving are two different things."

"Liking leads to loving."

Rory sighed. "I like Logan," she admitted. "He's a nice guy. He's been really good to me. But I think loving him is a long way away," she shrugged.

"You like to read, correct?"

For the second time she looked up at him and his smiling face, giving him a nod.

"Then let me show you the library," he said getting up. Rory took her mug and followed him down the various halls, past the living room and behind the stairs. He opened the door and led Rory inside causing her to gasp.

"Oh my god." Wall to wall, ceiling to floor, shelves filled with books. "It's like the Beauty and the Beast," she muttered thinking of the library Beast showed Belle in the movie.

"All first editions, except for a few," he said. "I'll let you roam a bit."

"Oh, I am not worthy to even touch some of these books," she muttered, causing him to smirk.

"You're a Huntzberger now, of course you're worthy," he said leaving her in the library and closing the door. Rory smiled and looked around. Looked like the name Huntzberger did bring her some good. She sat her coffee down giddily as she started skimming the books with her fingers.


"She's in the library," Elias said, not looking up from his book as Logan came down the stairs, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch besides his grandfather and smirked.

"Her reaction?"

"Priceless," Elias said putting in his bookmark and putting it on the table. "We had a nice talk in the kitchen. She's a very nice girl. A bit odd."

"It grows on you," Logan laughed.

"Do you love her?"

"No. I've thought about this, really long and hard. And I don't love her, just like she doesn't love me. But I like her."

"Like leads to love."

Logan shrugged. "I think with us, love is a long way off, gramps. We barely trust each other. Our friendship is real rocky too."

"You'll learn. Together, you'll learn."

"Do you know something I don't?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Before Logan had a chance to respond, the front door opened and a tall blonde-haired woman came in.

"Where is my new sister-in-law?"

"What, no hug for me?" Logan asked with a smirk.

"Of course," she said, hugging her little brother and kissing his cheek. "Now where's my sister-in-law?" She asked hugging her grandfather.

"Nice to see you too, Honor," Elias said with a smile.

"She's in the library. I'll go get her," Logan said as he left his grandfather and Honor talking. He opened the door and walked in to see Rory curled up on one of the couches, book open and a mug of coffee on the table next to her.


She looked up and smiled. "Hey."

"What are you reading?"

"Pride and Prejudice. I've read it a million times, but your grandfather has Jane Austen's original version, with footnotes from Jane herself."

"Yeah, I've seen that one. And I think if you stick out that lower lip and give him the Bambi eyes, you might just leave with it."

"You think?" She teased.

"Yeah, I do. My sister is here."


"Yeah, if you want to come out and meet her. Though I have the feeling that if you don't come out, she'll come in here and meet you anyway."

Rory smiled and looked at the page that she was on, before putting it on the table and getting up. She followed Logan out to the living room, where a blonde woman was talking with Elias and another man that Rory hadn't met before.

"Josh," Logan said with a smile, leading Rory forward.

"Hey Logan," Rory watched as they did the man-hug thing.

"Oh! Is this my new sister-in-law?" Honor asked.

"She has a name, Honor," Logan said. "Rory, this is my sister Honor. Honor, my wife Rory."

"God, it sounds so weird," Honor said, "But oh so cool. This is my husband Josh."

"Nice to meet you, Rory."

"Same here, Josh," Rory said with a smile, shaking his hand.

"All right, so I say we ditch the men, grab our husbands' credit cards and go do some shopping," Honor proposed to Rory who laughed. "It'll give us a chance to get to know each other."

"Sounds fun, I'll go get my purse," Rory said excusing herself and going upstairs. She went into her room and traded her sandals for a pair of socks and sneakers.

"Here," Logan said as he walked into the room. She looked up and saw him handing her his Black Card.

"I've got my own, Logan," Rory laughed as she grabbed her purse and put in her wallet and cell phone.

"Trust me, when shopping with Honor, it's funnier to have mine or Josh's credit card. Steph does it all the time with us guys."

Rory hesitated before taking the card with a smile and putting it in her wallet. They went downstairs where Honor was waiting.

"All right, so I've got Josh's credit card and we've got one of gramps's cars. All we have to do now is go."

Rory smiled. "I'm ready."

"Great, we'll see you guys later," Honor said, taking Rory's hand and dragging her out.

"Have fun!" Logan shouted after them, only to be answered with the slamming door, causing the men to laugh.


"I'm fine, mom," Rory laughed as she sat down at the table on their terrace to their bedroom. They had spent the two weeks at Logan's grandfather's house and were now staying at their house on the other side of Rome for the first week. She looked out and smiled. It was a beautiful view

"Are you sure? Cause if you're not..."

"I'm fine," she repeated.

"All right. So what are your plans?" Lorelai asked.

"I'm not sure," Rory grumbled, looking away from the view and towards the front gates of the house where the paparazzi were snapping pictures.

"What's the matter?"

"Just the fact that somehow it was leaked that the Huntzberger and Gilmore-Hayden newlyweds bought a house here and the paparazzi have been following us. Logan's pissed about it."

"He's got to be," Lorelai said.

"It's not the fact that they know. It's the fact that his father found out and has been calling nonstop which, in turn, led Logan to turn off his phone."

"I thought he kept it off anyway?"

"No, he wanted to keep it on, just in case Finn got admitted to a hospital... or a mental institution by accident," Rory laughed, propping her feet up on the chair next to her and looking at her laptop, scrolling the mouse with her finger.

"Good reason."

"So he called Finn and Colin and gave them the number to the house, so that he could turn off his phone."

"And I don't get this number?"

"Sorry mom, but you have direct contact with the Gilmores. We can't let that number fall into the wrong hands," Rory answered with a laugh.

"I am highly insulted that you would think I am weak enough that I would succumb to the power of Emily Gilmore... Okay, I see your point," Lorelai sighed.

Rory laughed. She heard the door open and she looked behind her to see Logan walking out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He came out to the terrace and sat next to her.

"So two weeks?"

"Probably," Rory said with a shrug, forgetting that her mom couldn't see her.

"Probably?" Lorelai asked.

"Just that if we go back in two weeks, we'd still have a week of winter break. So we might spend New Year's here," Rory said. She and Logan had talked about it and decided on it. But if the paparazzi kept following them around, they might just go back early.

"Fine," Lorelai said with a sigh. "But remember, the minute you get back, we're planning my wedding we had to postpone for yours."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I was thinking magenta bridesmaids' dresses, big puffy sleeves."

"I hate you," Rory grumbled.

"Love you too, sweets, talk to you in a couple days."

"Bye mom," Rory said hanging up her phone, then turning it off and putting it on the table.

"Hey," Logan said.

"Hey back," she said tightening her robe and opening one of her books.

"So I talked to Finn and Colin earlier," Logan said, causing Rory to look up at him.

"Is Finn hospitalized yet?"

"No," Logan laughed. "Not yet, but they did tell me that they're done with the house."


They had called Finn and Colin early on and told them to get Lorelai, Steph and Evie, even Lane and Paris to help decorate the house to keep Emily and Shira at bay. They had eagerly accepted the challenge and went right to work on it.

"Yep," Logan answered. "They told Emily and my mother that they wanted to fix up the house as a wedding present. A joint wedding present. And with much reluctance, they let them. It is now done."


"Yep. Your mother, Paris and Lane moved everything from your room at Yale there and the same with mine. Also, they said that they couldn't agree on one kitchen appliance to buy, since my mom and Emily had told them not to worry about that stuff and we ended up with six toasters, four blenders and two microwaves."

Rory frowned. "That's 12 things, there should only be seven."

"Don't think about it too hard, you'll hurt your head," Logan told her.

"So it's done?"

"Every guest room, every bathroom, even the attic, which your mother has supposedly filled with a lot of her own junk."

Rory shook her head. "I don't doubt that. We're going to walk up there and see junk that she should have gotten rid of years ago. I have no doubt in my mind that Hug-a-World is going to be up there, alive and kicking."

Logan smirked as she gave a shiver of disgust. "Hug-a-World?"

"Don't ask," Rory muttered, grabbing a highlighter and reading a passage in her book. Logan watched her for a moment, before turning his gaze to look at their view, then down at the gates and gave a frustrated growl.

"They're still down there?" He asked.

"Yep, have been all morning, dear," Rory laughed looking at him, before turning back to her book and highlighting a passage.

"I swear, I'm going to kill whoever leaked we were here."

"You're sure your little realtor didn't share the news?"

Logan groaned, not doubting for a fact that it was probably her that had leaked the news.

"I don't doubt it," he muttered looking back down at the men with cameras.

"I think we should make rules," Rory said. He turned to her and saw her capping her highlighter and leaning back in the chair, looking at him.


"For this, us, to survive. I think we should make rules."

He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean for us to survive?"

"I mean to survive them," she said pointing to the paparazzi, "To survive Hartford society, we should make rules. And follow them."

"I'm guessing you have some already."

"Yes, I do," she said getting up and leaning her back against the terrace and looking at him.

"Then by all means Mrs. Huntzberger, knock yourself out."

"Number one, no affairs," she said. He looked at her and noted her serious tone and face. "I've been a part of too many scandals and don't want to be a part of another one. So that means no sleeping with your secretary or any other thing with legs."

Logan nodded. "Fine."


"Any other ones?" He asked annoyed with the fact that she thought so little of him, that she thought he would screw any living female with legs.

"Yes, any kissing or holding hands is all in front of paparazzi or Hartford society."

"Meaning I can't kiss my own wife in the privacy of my own house?"

"Not if you wife doesn't welcome said kisses," Rory said crossing her arms.

Logan smirked and got up, standing next to her.

"So everything we do for the paparazzi," he said pointing lightly to the men at the gate, "Or for Hartford is an act?"

"Pretty much what this whole relationship is based on, isn't it?" She asked, getting a bit nervous when he scooted closer to her and started playing with the tie on her robe.

"Oh, of course," he whispered with a nod before leaning down and kissing her. She felt his hand slip into the inside of her robe and slide from her waist to the small of her back to pull her closer. Instinctively, her hands went to his chest before sliding upwards to wrap around his neck. She felt his other hand come into her robe and hold her waist.

She felt his tongue trace the outline of her lips before pushing her mouth open, begging for entrance which she readily agreed to. She opened her mouth and felt his tongue delve in, her tongue instantly there to battle with his.

Giving a small whimper when he pulled back and kissed the side of her neck and up till he reached her ear, nipping at the lope lightly.

"All an act," he whispered leaving one more searing kiss on her lips, before patting her arm, smirking and turning back into the house. She turned and watched him go into the bathroom with a set of clothes, then turned back to the view, and let her gaze wonder to the men with cameras, the bulbs on the cameras going crazy.

She sighed and gave a small nod. "All an act," she muttered to herself, then turned around and sat down at the table to get back to her essay.



AN: No joke, that is where it ends, lol. This is the end of The Bombshell.

Can you believe it? I can't! A year and some months I've spent on it! God, that's a long time, but I've had so much fun with it!

I couldn't have done it without my wonderful beta Flynn! Without her help, this story would have been full of red lines! And who kept me motivated to keep writing the story, through all those crappy chapters that I didn't want to write, lol.

Also to Anna who always asked, "How are those chapters going?" on Saturday nights, lol.

And to Wendy, without whom, I would not have never gotten into Gilmore Girls, let alone the now famous Rogan pairing and the start of this story would have never come, let alone the ending! So thanks, Wendy!

Or to my god sister Elsa who always laughed at the parts I thought were pure genius, because I told her too! So thanks Elsa!

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