Chapter 13: Never'What do you do when the only person that can make you stop crying is the one that made you cry in the first place?' "Logan?" Luke thundered. "Why are you bringing that little-"
AN: First of all i want to say a massive thank you to all the people that reviewed! i got way more than i expected. So thank you guys so much! Especially those of you that have waited patinetly for my updates...sometimes waiting months.
This is it guys. The final chapter. Not of ever, there's much more to tell...but for now...this is it. 'Cause i have this thing called school i go to everyday? and the teachers there...yeah they get pretty annoyed when i don't hand in my assignments.
"Because he loves her!" Lorelai said, cutting Luke off. "I know you don't like it Luke, but it's true."
Lorelai looked to Finn for confirmation, he nodded gravely. "She means the world to him. There is nothing-"
"He wouldn't do for her. I know," Luke finished. "But he's the reason she's crying in the first place."
"Well if you want to go and be all technical about it…She's the reason she's crying in the first. She is the one that kissed him," Finn said thoughtfully.
Luke flew across the kitchen grabbing a handful of the collar of Finn's shirt.
"Luke!" Lorelai exclaimed using all her weight to pry his hands off Finn.
Finn held his hands up in front of him. "I'm just sayin'!"
"That little punk, I swear I'm gonna…" Luke muttered menacingly.
Lorelai ignored Luke and walked into the lounge room. "Logan's coming over here tomorrow morning. Finn, you're welcome to stay the night, although the couch isn't the most comfortable."
"I may have to take you up on that offer love, I'm kind of stranded. I didn't think too far ahead this morning. Unless…where's Rory's cell?"
"In the kitchen," Lorelai answered following him back in.
"I might be able to call Rosemary to come pick me up. Maybe. I can't remember if I did something bad last time we were together…." He trailed off thoughtfully as he began to search through Rory's contacts.
The next morning Lorelai divided her time between staring out the front window and sitting next to the lifeless Rory on the couch. Luke and Finn, who hadn't managed to convince Rosemary to come pick him up, stood in the hall watching as Lorelai flitted from her daughter to the window and back again. The TV was on for background noise and Rory stared at it blankly. 'Light snow forecasted all over Connecticut this afternoon…' Rory reached out and changed the channel from the news to cartoons.
"He's here," she murmured at last. Taking a deep breath she went to stand by the door to wait for his knock. A few moments later they heard the porch steps creak and a soft knock on the door. Lorelai pulled the door open to see Logan standing in the door way. His usually flawless attire looked worn and unclean. His eyes were blood shot and the dark circles under them showed he hadn't slept much the night before. His normally confident demeanour was nonexistent; in its place was a sense of uncertainty that radiated off him in waves.
"Hi Logan," Lorelai said ushering him inside.
Rory stood up and turned around. "Logan?" she echoed. "Mom what is he doing here? I don't want to speak to him again! Ever." Her eyes flashed angrily as her gaze finally fell on him.
"Rory you need this hon, if not to work things out then for closure," Lorelai said softly.
"I don't need closure! I don't need anything from him!" Rory yelled getting up and running to her room, slamming the door after her.
Logan recoiled in shock at her uncharacteristic outburst and looked at Lorelai questioningly. "On to you kid," she said with a sad smile, grabbing Luke and Finn by the arm and leading them out the door. "We'll give you some privacy."
"Good luck mate," Finn murmured as he walked past his blond friend.
Logan took a deep breath and turned to look towards Rory's room. He walked slowly down the hall and paused outside her door. He thought about knocking but decided against it, figuring he was going to go in regardless. He opened the door to see her sitting on the edge of her bed, her back facing the door.
"Rory." His voice was hoarse and came out hardly any louder then a whisper. He sat down next to her and reached out to touch her arm. She stayed facing away from him but let him leave his arm on hers. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "When I'm around you I'm not myself. I mean I am, I'm more myself with you the anyone but you…fluster me, I think that's the best word for it, and I forget about everything except you. You have so much power over me, you wouldn't believe it, and it's terrifying. I know that's no excuse for all the things I've done to you but it's the only why I can try and justify the things I've done."
She turned to look at him, blinking through the haze of tears. "Do you think you don't have the same power over me?"
He shrugged slightly. "I don't know."
"Would I be this much of an emotional wreck if you didn't?" she sniffled with a humourless laugh.
"I guess not," he admitted.
"Why did you do it Logan? Why did you say those things? That it was a mistake," she asked him, a few stray tears slipping down her cheeks.
He stared at her wordlessly. "I…I…I don't know," he stammered.
"Not an answer Logan," she snapped standing up and walking away from him. He stayed on her bed and she stopped in front of her closet. "Did you mean it?" she whispered. "Did you think it was a mistake?" She looked over her shoulder at him, fresh tears brimming in her eyes.
He was up and at her side in a second. "No. No Rory, it wasn't a mistake," he said reaching out to take her by the waist.
"Then why?" she asked again, wriggling out of his grasp and walking to the other side of her room.
He ran his fingers through his hair adding to his already dishevelled appearance. "I'm scared. Rory, the way I feel about you, I have never felt that way about anyone before. No one even comes close. I'm scared of how I feel when I see you with other guys. How I felt when you weren't with me, I was lifeless Rory; I never want to feel that…that pain ever again. I'm scared of getting close to you for fear that I'll loose you again, I couldn't handle that. I know now that proposing to you then, after you'd just graduated was probably not the best time to do it but I loved you Rory, I still love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm not proposing again, but Rory, I can't live without you." Silence followed his speech and he stood still waiting for her reply.
Rory half smiled as she turned towards him. "You think you were lifeless? I had Jess trying to devise a plan to get us to make up. Jess of all people."
"How'd that go?" Logan asked lightly taking a few short steps towards her.
"He was about to call my grandmother for your number when I finally convinced him I was going to be ok." Rory looked amused at the memory. "I was wrong though," she whispered her face falling. "I'm not ok without you. I need you."
Logan crossed the gap between them and pulled her into his arms. "I need you too," he murmured into her hair pulling her down to sit beside him on the bed.
Rory reached out and clung to his shirt, his arms wrapping around her and holding her against his chest as her small frame wracked with sobs. "I don't even remember Logan, these past 4 months, since we broke up. I don't remember what I did, where I went, who I spoke to, I was numb," she sobbed.
"It's ok, it's all ok now," he said soothingly holding her tight as she cried against his chest.
She looked up at him through teary eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Me too Rory, me too," he murmured pulling her tighter against him.
Silence enveloped them as they clung to each other, neither wanting to let go for fear of loosing the other. By this time Rory had crawled into Logan's lap and had her eyes shut as she breathed in his scent. "I love you, Logan," she whispered.
"Rory, I live for you," he replied, the emotion that cracked his voice revealed the true feelings behind what, before, had only been words.
Many moments passed as they clung to eachother, neither of them wanting to break the tranquillity that lingered over them. The moment however, was broken for them.
"Hey! Wait!" Luke's muffled shout came from outside followed by the creaking of footsteps on the porch. The front door crashed open and Logan and Rory listened to the footsteps in the living room.
"Where are they?" They heard Finn ask.
"I don't know," Lorelai replied.
"Do you think she killed him?"
"No! Rory wouldn't do that." Silence then, "Would she?"
"Maybe we should-" Finn began.
"Maybe we should all wait outside," Luke said. Logan and Rory laughed quietly when they heard Lorelai and Finns grumblings as Luke ushered them back outside.
"I think we need to go out there and face the music," Rory said standing up with a flourish.
Logan nodded and grabbed her hand leading her into the hall and to the front door. He paused for a moment before pulling the door open and stepping out onto the porch with her.
The site that greeted them is one that will stay with them forever. The image of Finn scrambling up a tree away from an angry Luke. Luke was after his baseball cap that had somehow ended up in the top branches of tree.
"Give me back my hat!"
Rory laughed as she saw her mother run to her car and drive it out from under the tree it was parked under. Lorelai looked up as she got out of her jeep and noticed Logan and Rory standing on the porch, arms around each other.
"Rogan!" Lorelai exclaimed rushing over to them.
Logan and Rory looked at Lorelai in confusion. "Rogan?" Rory repeated.
Lorelai stared at her. "Yeah, duh. It's Rory and Logan put together."
"But how do you know we're put together?"
"The arm thing," Lorelai pointed out. "And also…"
"We didn't hear him screaming," Finn added from the tree.
"It came pretty close let me tell you," Logan joked.
"Well I, for one, am very glad you two are all back to normal," Lorelai said.
"Me too," Luke said finally giving up on Finn in the tree.
"We are too," Rory said smiling up at Logan.
"That we are," he whispered in her ear. They settled down on the bench next to Luke and Lorelai and watched as the forecasted snow began to fall.
"I'm telling you Rory, good stuff happens when it snows!" Lorelai said, her daughter smiling at her crazy anticts.
"That it does Mom, that it does."
Logan looked down at Rory next to him, pulling her closer against him. "Can I call you Ace now?"
Rory's smile faltered slightly as she looked up at him. "As long as you promise not to leave me," she whispered.
They sat quietly next to Luke and Lorelai and watched as the white snow of winter began to carpet the ground and trees. The white flakes swirled around covering all that was once coloured in a blanket of soft white snow.
Finn began to shiver slightly, looking down at the ground appraisingly. "Uh, mates? I
think I'm stuck."
AN2: Ok so that's it, thats all, there isn't, anymore.
Hope you liked it...and just because i'm finished doesn't mean you can't or shouldn't review. :)
A sequel is in the making but it wont be up for a while.