Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls unfortunately.

AN: This is my first fic. So please tell me what you think.

Chapter 1. You'll be seeing me

Rory Gilmore was waiting in front of a red light in Hartford and listening to the complaining rant of her boyfriend, while trying to force the red light into being green by staring at it intensely.

"Look, Dean, I understand perfectly, but…" Rory tried to reason with him, but it was to no avail.

"Fine, Rory, do whatever you want." A click and then nothing. Rory sighed, and turned into the parking lot of Hartford County General Hospital. Dean had been moping around, since she had started working at the hospital. She tried to explain that it was for charity and to please her grandmother, but he just didn't want to listen. He wanted her to spend all summer with him, since she was so busy with Yale the rest of the year. She found a parking space and got out of the car. With a glance at her worn watch she headed to the main entrance.

Logan Huntzbergerclosed the book and sighed. He looked around in the impersonal hospital room. The tons of flowers agitated him even more. It was sweet of course, but now he literally could and did watch them die. It drove him mad. For three weeks already he was laying here in this damn hospital bed and the end was not yet in sight. He was bored out of his mind. It was midsummer for God's sake. If not for that Goddamn car accident he would be enjoying Europe. Colin and Finn offered to stay in Hartford with him, but that he couldn't do. They didn't deserve to die out of boredom as well. So he had ensured them that he was fine and now they were involved in the annual cheese-roll-fest in Lincolnshire. Knowing Finn, he probably had met some hot Irish redhead. He smirked at that. He wasn't lonely. No, not a day went by that some hot blonde came to visit him. He drank in their beauty and felt slightly better, but even then it didn't take long before he was drawn back to the dark place, where he seemed to spend so much time lately. He sighed again. Who was he kidding? He was lonely. He missed his friends, his outrageous, wild and exiting life. He even missed school. And this aggravating pain in his side didn't make things better. A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Come in," he said his eyes locked on the closed door.

"Hey, Rory!", the bubbly blond head-nurse greeted, when she entered the lounge for a cup of coffee that was actually drinkable. When people said that hospital food and hospital coffee were horrible they certainly didn't lie.

"Hey, Wendy," Rory replied, "What do you have for me today?"

Rory was actually quite fond of the job she had here. It was basically helping the nurses out and addressing the needs of the patients. Mr. Wilkins wanted her to read him the New York Times since he was unable to turn the pages due to paralysis. Mrs. Donovan liked to go for a walk in the hospital garden so Rory wheeled her around. She usually had four more patients like this who she helped out when their loved ones weren't around; doing simple chores and getting to know them, keeping them company. She also brought them to their therapies and appointments that they had to attend themselves. The only downside was that she had to wear this light blue uniform.

"The charts are on the counter," Wendy said with a smile, "and watch out for the one in room 257," she added with a cheeky grin. Before Rory could ask why she was already gone. She went to the counter and picked up the charts that held the post-it "Rory". She went through them till she found room 257. Logan Huntzberger, it said. Well she would go to him first and find out why he was so bad, get it over with before going to Mrs. Donovan for their usual walk. She walked up to the door that held the feared number and knocked.

"Come in," a muffled voice said.

Logan was pleasantly surprised to see a gorgeous brunette standing in the doorway. She was not his type, but undeniably beautiful. One of his admirers? No, she was wearing some sort of nurses uniform. For a moment he just stared at her. Her chestnut curls were dancing around here delicate face. He alabaster skin was flawless and two crystal blue eyes were looking at him insurely.

"Hello there," he said with his trademark smirk.

"Hi," she said, "can I come in?"

Hmmm… no nurse. Nurses didn't ask if they could come in; they just barged in with no warning whatsoever.

"Sure, " he said a bit lost now.

She closed the door and sat down on a chair on the other end of the room.

"I'm Rory, " she then said.

"How delightful to make your acquaintance, " he said in his best socialite manner. His mother would be so proud of him. That was if he hadn't meant it as a joke to lighten the mood. She raised an eyebrow.

"Logan," he then said. She didn't seem to get it," Logan Huntzberger."

Rory nodded and started to study the chart intensively.

"Rory, right?" he said after a minute of silence. When she nodded again he proceeded, "I don't know what the chart says, but I'm not Hannibal Lecter." She just looked at him with those blue oceans. "So for starters you can come closer," he finished. For some reason she blushed and Logan had to admit that it made her look even more enchanting. She got up and sat down on a chair beside the bed.

"Well now we have established that I don't bite. What did you come for?" he asked ignoring the increasing nagging pain in his side .

" I help around here," she began," my grandmother, she's such a piece of work - ask my mom - she wanted me to come and work here in the summer, because it's the proper thing to do and it's for charity and so here I am helping out and…"

She rambled so fast that Logan had trouble to follow.
"… you like to ramble," he cut her off. Another blush.

" Do you need anything?" she then asked. Except a shot of morphine and the fastest way out of here? He couldn't come up with anything.

" What are you offering?"

Rory wasn't sure what she would find in room 257, but of all things she didn't expect two chocolate brown eyes staring at her. A strangely handsome blond boy was lying in the hospital bed staring at her. She almost expected him to throw something at her; yell or grope her butt, but he just stared.

Suddenly his lips curled into a smirk. "Hello there," he said.

"Hi, can I come in?" Rory asked uneasily.

"Sure." She didn't know why, but the sound of his voice sent chills down her spine.

She closed the door and looked around the room. It was full of flowers, "get-well-cards" , fruit baskets. It seemed he had lots of friends. On the cabinet lay a fancy laptop, i-pod, brandnew cell phone. Apparently he also had a lot of money. She sat down on a chair on the other end of the room and introduced herself.

"How delightful to make your acquaintance, " he said in a way that would her grandmother brag about his manners for months. She raised her eyebrow. There was just something annoying about him.

"Logan, Logan Huntzberger," he then said. Rory nodded avoiding his dark eyes, that seemed to see right through her and focused on the chart. Studying it for a while, she just could feel him staring at her.

"Rory, right?" It was more of a statement than a question that he uttered after a minute of silence. Her name from his lips sounded strangely nice. She nodded.

"I don't know what the chart says, but I'm not Hannibal Lecter. So for starters you could come closer."

She blushed, feeling silly about her behaviour and came closer. And then she did it, she started rambling. About what she was doing here, her grandmother, and about what she was doing here again, till he cut her of. A light crimson danced on her cheeks as she finally came to her point.

"Do you need anything?"

"What are you offering?"

"Uhm..." She thought about it," I don't know. Do you want me to mail a letter for you or bring you a book or something. Or…"

He cut her off again: " Get me out of here?"

She pretended to ponder it.

" No, but I could get you a spoon." She caused him to laugh out loud and suddenly his face winced with pain. He cursed under his breath as a groan escaped his lips.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, "Are you allright? Should I get a doctor? Logan!"

By now she had grabbed his arm, while hovering above him. For a moment he closed his eyes and Rory hurried out of the room in search of someone to aid him.

Logan listened for a while as she summed up her "services".

"Get me out of here?" he then asked. It was worth a shot.

She pretended to think about it and caused him to smile.

"No, but I could get you a spoon." This cracked him up. Just the thought of him digging his way out of this hospital was hilarious. This didn't do him any good, for a stab of pain knocked the breath out of him and he had to restrain himself from screaming. He cursed under his breath. Meanwhile Rory had grabbed his arm and was shouting that she was sorry.

"Should I get a doctor! Logan!" He closed his eyes wishing the pain away as it slowly subsided, and opened his mouth to tell her that it was OK, but he only caught the hem of her light blue uniform as she ran out of the door.

It wasn't long before Rory returned to his room with a nurse and by then he already had his smirk in place again.

"I hear you were dying," the blond nurse said.

"No, sorry to disappoint," he said with a wink at Rory. Wendy rolled her eyes.

"I think he'll live, Rory, but for the interruption of my lunch he'll get another week here."

"That is really not funny," he said pouting.

"Do you hear me laugh?" Wendy raised an eyebrow and sternly crossed her arms in front of her massive chest, but her eyes were sparkling with amusement. In the three weeks in this forlorn place she had become a surrogate mother for him. And he held a warm place for the bubbly middle-aged woman.

"You know you want to," he said his eyes sparkling.

Wendy raised an eyebrow trying to look annoyed but could not stop herself from smiling. She turned to Rory.

"I told you so, girl. This one means trouble." Rory smiled at her. Logan just stared at her for the second time that day. And that smile gave him a warm feeling inside. She was different. He couldn't pinpoint yet what it exactly was that made her different, but he was determined to find out.

Wendy left with a "I'll be seeing you, kid" for him and a "don't let him get to ya" for Rory.

Once Wendy was gone Rory's smile disappeared. Now it was she who crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Were you faking it?" she asked him, eyebrow cocked.

"Was I faking the stab that felt like someone had just attacked me with a burning poker?" he asked, "No, no… that was pretty genuine."

"Oh," she blushed," you just recovered very quickly."

"It comes and goes, " he said shrugging.

"So I should be going," she said, "Other patients. Are you sure I can't do anything for you? Something not involving an escape route from Alcatraz."

Logan tried to think of a funny retort. Something that usually came naturally, but now couldn't come up with one.

"There is something you can do," he began.

Rory looked at him, waiting.

"Keep me company," he finished.

"Keep you company? But you have…" she motioned to all the flowers, cards.

"Lots of crap, Rory," he finished and surprised himself by being so honest, to a stranger nonetheless.

"I was going for friends," she said in a small voice.

"You don't see any of them here, do you?" He had sent them away himself, but there was at this point no need for her to know that. " Just come here and keep me company. A little chitchat." He smirked.

"Well how can you possibly want me to chitchat with you when I just sent you trough a lot of pain by talking."

Why did he get the feeling that she was reluctant to stay in the same room as he for longer than necessary?

"Ah, but you're a fast runner. So if anything happens to me due to your vocabulary, I'm sure you'll save me."

She snorted.

"We Gilmores, we don't do running!" Gilmore, huh? Interesting, very very interesting.

"O, but, you ran, girl, and how…"

"Well I thought you were dying or something," she mumbled in a pouty manner.

"Just say yes."

" To what?"

"That you'll come visit me? Come on, I get lonely here and when I do, I might cry."

She rolled her eyes, and boy, were those eyes beautiful.

"Now, we don't want that, do we?"

She opened the door and was about to leave, a smile playing on her lips.

"So, I'll be seeing you?" he asked, knowing that he had already won.

"You'll be seeing me."