The Reigning Huntzberger.
A/N: Some of the dialogue in this chapter and some others is taken from episodes, in this one from A House Is Not A Home. It is only a little bit and it just worked better than anything I wrote myself. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Two Have Class, Another Dies.
Rory and Logan had been out at sea for a while now, casually talking and enjoying each other's company but Logan was sensing that something was wrong with Rory. She seemed somewhat distracted and her smiles were strained and he in her eyes he could see a lot of pain and confusion. He knew what Rory did not always want to talk about what was bothering her but he needed to know. "Rory is everything OK?" he finally asked, concerned.
"Yeah fine," she said distractedly, leaving Logan less than convinced.
"It's just that you showed up at the marina looking pretty flustered and upset and you wanted to steal this boat and well you never did explain how you got away from Friday night dinner," said Logan.
"OK first of all we are simply 'borrowing' the boat and well I didn't get away from Friday night dinner early because I never went. I just came straight here from the Gazette," said Rory.
"So the last place you where was at the paper?" Logan figured out.
"Shadowing my father?"
Logan sighed, his head dropping slightly, sure that he had pinpointed the problem, "What'd he do?"
"Nothing, he didn't do anything," said Rory, again unconvincingly.
"I should have known something happened, the way you showed up at Honor's party like that. I should have known," said Logan, half to himself. "Just tell me what he said Rory, what happened to get you so upset?"
"It's stupid," complained Rory, "I feel stupid."
"I overreacted," she insisted. "You'll think I'm three."
"Tell me," asked Logan compellingly, a worried look in his eyes.
Rory sighed and folded her arms, looking down at her feet, unable to meet Logan's gaze "He just…doesn't think that I've got what it takes to be a journalist. He says he knows when someone has it, and I… apparently do not have it." Saying this aloud was clearly difficult for her, like admitting her own lack of talent and equally each word pained Logan, knowing that it was his father's fault she felt like this.
"He said that to you?" said Logan, incredulous, it was even worse than he has suspected.
"Yeah," Rory nodded, shuffling her feet uncomfortably.
"I knew it! I knew this was going to happen. I didn't want you to take that internship," he told her, clearly angry with his father.
"I had to take the internship. Your father's the top guy in the business," Rory reminded him.
"My father is a jackass! He's a bully! He has zero interest in people's feelings. It's always just say what you feel, right or wrong, who the hell cares who you hurt," he ranted, shaking his head with contempt. "As soon as we get back to land I'm going to go talk to him about it."
"Logan, no," Rory pleaded.
Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and carefully brushed a strand of hair off her face, speaking softly to her, "You're my girlfriend, Rory, he should have treated you better than that."
"I don't want you to say anything!" she protested, not wanting to discuss it any further, she just wanted to forget about it and they way she was feeling.
"I have to!" Logan insisted. "It is my right and my duty as your knight in shining armour, " he told her, looking down at her with a small smile.
"Well as much as I appreciate the gallantry and all I'm fine, really," Rory assured him. "I don't want to come between you and your father."
"Trust me, this couldn't widen the rift between me and 'daddy dearest,' hell a nuclear bomb couldn't make us more estranged," he joked. "Rory he had no right to say what he did to you. For one thing you are a damn good journalist, your article on the LDB alone was enough to prove that to me..."
"No let me finish," said Logan. "You are amazing Rory Gilmore and if he can't see that then he shouldn't be the 'top guy in the business' because he doesn't have a clue what the hell he is talking about."
"Forgive me if I can't help but think your judgement on this matter is a little biased," said Rory.
"Why would you think that?"
"Because such flattery usually ensures you getting laid tonight," Rory joked.
"Nah, you're coming home with me regardless," said Logan with a smirk. "If my opinion is in anyway biased it wouldn't be because we are sleeping together, it would be because I am falling for you." Stunned, Rory at him with a look of surprise but Logan ignored it and continued talking. "And part of the reason behind that is your talent, your drive, your..."
"Smoking hot body?" asked Rory with a grin, her eyes dancing. She could not believe that Logan was wearing his heart on his sleeve like this, she had not seen this coming. She was still in a state of disbelief that he, Logan Huntzberger, reigning playboy of Yale had settled down for her never mind the revelation that he was falling for her. Maybe Paris was right, maybe she was Annette Benning.
"Geez I try to open up and be sincere and you turn it dirty with your filthy mind...but yeah, I'd say that's at least in the top five reasons," laughed Logan, before looking at her with all the sincerity he could muster. "I'm not telling you my father is wrong to humour you Ace, I'm saying it because he is wrong. Confronting him about this and telling him what a jerk off he is, is about the principle of it."
Rory sighed and rested her head on Logan's chest, letting him pull her closer to him as she wrapped her arms around him, securing the embrace. "There are no principles out at sea, there's just you and me," she said dreamily. She moved her head so that she could gain access to his lips. They shared a soft, gentle kiss when her phone started to ring. Pulling out her cell, Rory saw that it was her mother calling. "I'm going to take this," she said to Logan.
"Hey, if you are allowed phone calls at sea I should be allowed principle," he debated.
"Hi mom," said Rory, answering and ignoring Logan.
"Hey kid," came Lorelai's voice from the other end of the line, "Are you OK? Where are you?"
"I'm fine, I'm with Logan."
"You do realise you are supposed to be here at Friday night dinner, don't you? Haven't we discussed about how you can't leave mommy alone with grandma for too long?"
"Yeah sorry, I um...got caught up at the paper," lied Rory. "I'm on my way now but it will still be a while before I get there."
"Sorry mom but it is what it is, I can't get there any sooner." Rory noticed Logan mouthing something to her. "Mom, can you hold on a second?" Rory lowered her cell, "What?" she asked Logan.
"Do you want me to go with you?" he offered. "I mean Honor's engagment party has probably already sailed away and I couldn't possibly send you to Friday night dinner alone after the day you've had."
"You don't have to," said Rory.
"I want to," Logan assured her.
"Starving! You know me too well Ace, I might just have to have you killed."
Rory rolled her eyes and raised her cell phone again. "Mom? Hi, could you ask grandma if it would be OK if I brought Logan with me? OK, thanks, see you soon, bye!" Rory cut off the call and put her phone back in her bag.
"Well?" asked Logan.
"I think I actually heard grandma starting to measure how far apart the tapers on the table are for you, her new guest of honour."
"Great 'cause you know food just doesn't taste the same unless there are tapers are exactly six inches apart," said Logan.
"Yeah, I think I've heard that somewhere."
"That's because you've got class," said Logan, kissing her. "Alright then, let's get this boat turned around and back to where it belongs before anyone realises it is gone."
"What if they already have?"
"No worries, I've had practise outrunning the coast guard police," Logan reminded her.
"That's because you have got class," joked Rory. "Though didn't that encounter involve you sinking the yacht?"
"You know it was not actually me that did the sinking and besides it was a completely different type of boat and hey, but practise is still practise Ace and if at first you don't succeed..."
"Then skydiving is not for you," finished Rory, shaking her head seriously, making him laugh.
"So thanks for telling me what happened with my father," said Logan. "I didn't like it when I thought you were holding out on me there."
"Well to be truthful, I didn't want to tell you. If you hadn't have asked I doubt I would have volunteered the information," said Rory. "I just want to forget this, I want it to go away."
"Hey. If this relationship thing is going to work, then it goes both ways. You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that's going to stop us, but at least I'll have all the facts, OK?" he asked with a smile on his face as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"OK, I'm sorry," said Rory with a small smile.
"Cause I know I mess about a lot and make a lot of jokes but you know I'm there for you, right?"
"I know," said Rory, with a grateful smile. "And you will be dutifully thanked at a later time," she said, kissing him.
"See, I knew that you'd be coming home with me tonight," he grinned. "Alright then, back to the mainland we go!"
"Sorry I'm late Grandma," said Rory as she entered with living room, holding Logan's hand.
"Nonsense! You were working!" said Emily. "And Logan I'm so pleased to be seeing you again so soon!"
"Thanks for letting me join you ladies on such short notice Emily. The prospect of some more of that delicious pot roast was enough to convince me to wrangle my way into a dinner invite," said Logan, smiling at her. "And Lorelai, lovely to see you again," said Logan nodding at her.
"Same," said Lorelai, taking a sip of her martini.
"Rory, Logan can I get you anything to drink?" asked Emily, walking over to the bar.
"A neat scotch would be great if it isn't too much trouble Emily," said Logan.
"Not at all!" Emily assured him, "Club soda for you Rory?"
"Yes please Grandma," said Rory, sitting down beside Logan on the sofa opposite Lorelai.
"So how's the internship going?" asked Emily.
Logan looked at Rory, concern across his face as her smile faded and she looked down at her lap. Logan took her hand in his are stroked it with his thumb in a comforting motion. Lorelai noticed this and frowned, realising that something wasn't right. "Well actually Rory was just telling me that she was thinking of maybe looking for another internship," said Logan, answering for Rory before Emily got too suspicious.
"Why? I thought things were going well there," said Lorelai.
"Yeah," said Rory, relieved Logan had stepped in to give her an angle to work from. "They were but I'm not so sure anymore. I just don't think it is going to work out there. I mean it was so nice of Logan's dad to give me the opportunity but I think for the summer it would be better if I tried being more independent and getting one by my own means."
"Well that sounds very sensible," said Emily, handing the couple their drinks.
"Yeah, it does," said Rory, perking up as she thought about this idea. She had only said it to move the conversation along but it did not sound like a bad idea. It would be good to work for another professional and get their opinion. No matter how low she was feeling at the moment she needed to maintain some perspective and thankfully Logan was being very helpful and understanding. She looked at Logan gratefully as he squeezed her hand and smiled lovingly at her, unaware of Lorelai's gaze. It was then that the maid entered and announced that dinner was ready. "Thank you Heather," Emily said to the girl before standing up.
"Is there somewhere I could go to quickly wash up before dinner?" asked Logan.
"Sure, I'll show you then go check the maid is serving us with the right china," said Emily.
"Be back in a minute Ace," said Logan giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before following Emily out of the room.
"So what is really going on?" whispered Lorelai anxiously as her and Rory walked into the dining room.
"What do you mean?" asked Rory.
"I saw the look on your face when Mom asked about the internship and then Logan jumping in and answering for you. I mean what happened?" asked Lorelai, concerned.
"I don't want to talk about it now, Grandma will be back any minute," said Rory.
"Come on, give me the Reader's Digest version at least," pleaded Lorelai.
Rory sighed, "Well basically Mr. Huntzberger wanted to tell me how I was getting on and well let's just say in his opinion I wasn't doing as well as I thought I was and I was pretty upset and met up with Logan who when I told him got really mad and was insisting I let him confront his father and then you rang."
"Rory, I don't believe that," said Lorelai taken back. "What did Logan's dad say to you exactly?"
"Mom, you asked for Reader's Digest and I gave you that."
"Yeah you're right, but you will definitely tell me later?" asked Lorelai.
"I promise," said Rory.
"Good, cause you know mommy has to hurt the people who upset you," said Lorelai, a sympathetic look on her face.
"You're not the only one, " said Rory, causing Lorelai to raise a quizzical eyebrow just as Logan entered the room. "So what'd I miss?" he asked, taking his seat beside Rory. "Nothing much," she said. "Good." Lorelai smiled at Logan, as he gave Rory's shoulder an encouraging squeeze. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
At the end of the night, Emily was seeing her guests to the door.
"Bye Grandma," said Rory, hugging her.
"Emily, thanks for a wonderful evening," said Logan, his hand on the small of Rory's back.
"Oh it was nothing, Logan, you are welcome back anytime," Emily told him. "In fact you have a standing invite to Friday night dinners."
"Thank you, I'll be sure to have Ace here inform me when pot roast is on the menu so that I can take you up on that very generous offer," said Logan.
Emily giggled, "'Ace!' What a charming nickname! Lorelai, isn't it a charming nickname?"
"As charming as the Prince. Goodnight mom," said Lorelai, lifting her coat.
"See you next week!" said Emily as she closed the door and left the three in the courtyard.
"So are you two heading back to Yale?" asked Lorelai, walking towards her jeep.
"Yep," said Rory, hugging her mother. "I'll give you a call later."
"OK, love you!" said Lorelai. "Logan, nice seeing you again."
"Same here," said Logan. "Hey wait a minute. Ace why don't you go back home with your mom?"
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" asked Rory, with a smile.
"Drat, foiled again!" said Logan. "No I was just thinking that after the day you've had maybe spending sometime with your mom could be exactly what you need right now. You know you could have one of your infamous movie, pizza and other assorted junk food nights."
"Are you sure?" asked Rory. "I mean what happened to being so sure I was going home with you tonight?"
"Well every now and again my massive ego can lead me to make some pretty rash predictions and I guess that this is one of these times." Smiling, Logan pulled her into a hug and savoured their closeness. He kissed the top of her head then pulled back. "Go, spend some time with your mom. If that's alright with her of course," he said, looking over at Lorelai for confirmation.
She nodded, smiling, "Of course! It's nice having my one and only daughter home, especially when it would seem that she has lots to tell mama. Though Logan you are more than welcome to join us," said Lorelai, causing Rory to turn and look at her with a surprised look.
"It's very tempting but maybe another time," said Logan. "I think I'm going to take a little trip over to the Huntzberger establishment this evening, the newspaper mogul that is my father should be back from Honor's engagement party by now."
"Logan..." started Rory.
"No Ace, I'm going to do this," he said. "I have to. I've put up with a lot from that man over the years and this is the last straw. The straw that broke the camel's back so to speak. You know if the straw was really pretty and damn important and if the camel cared very deeply about the straw and had to stand up to the evil camel owner to defend the straw."
"You're babbling," said Rory, smiling.
"What can I say, I really like straw," Logan grinned, before leaning down to kiss her. "See you tomorrow Ace."
"Can't wait," said Rory, heading to her mother's jeep.
"Goodnight Lorelai," said Logan, getting into the car.
"Bye," said Lorelai. "And hey, you're welcome to pizza and movie night anytime you want."
"Wow, the Gilmore girls are feeling very hospitable tonight," noted Logan as he nodded appreciatively with a smile, before driving off leaving the Gilmore Girls by themselves. "You've certainly changed our tune about Logan," noted Rory as they started driving towards Stars Hollow.
"I guess tonight I just caught a glimpse of what you see in him," said Lorelai. "I mean obviously we didn't get off to the best start with me walking in on you and him about to get jiggy..."
"Mom!" protested Rory.
"Hun, when you're having sex you can't be a prude when someone alludes to it," said Lorelai.
"Anyway where was I? Oh yes and then at Friday night dinner the other week when he stole Mom's antique sewing box and you'd told me about how his family treated you and well... I just flat out didn't like him." said Lorelai. "He came across as one of those rich, snooty, arrogant jerks that was going to mess you around and end up hurting you and I didn't want you to be with someone like that."
"So what changed your mind?" Rory asked.
"Well tonight you said he was ready to defend you honour and stand up to his father and he said as much just there now and all night I couldn't help but notice the way he looks at you and how he kept finding little ways to touch you...Rory that boy is clearly in love with you."
"Mom..." started Rory.
"Rory no," said Lorelai. "I don't care if he hasn't said it, maybe he hasn't even realised it, I mean from what you've said sounds like he's never been in love before but trust me, he is."
Rory blushed and looked down at her lap awkwardly, unsure what to say. "So you're giving him another chance?" she asked.
"Yep," said Lorelai. "I think he's earned it."
"Thanks, that means a lot to me and I'm sure he'll really appreciate it."
"No problem, hun. So do you want to tell me what exactly happened tonight?"
Rory stirred as she heard her cell phone ringing from her bedside table. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 3.18 in the morning. 'Who the hell is ringing me at this time?' she asked as she lifted her cell. "Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Hey, Rory?" came a male voice from the other end. "It's Josh, Honor's fiancé."
"Hi Josh, is everything alright?" she asked in a panic. "Is Logan..."
"He's fine," Josh assured her. "Well physically anyway. We're all at the hospital, I think you should come, Logan's kind of a mess ...Mitchum just died."