Logan greeted the morning with a throbbing headache

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Out of the Ordinary

Monday: Kleenex, Claritin, and Recessive Genes

Logan greeted the morning with a throbbing headache. Not wanting to open his eyes for fear of the morning light causing him even more excruciating pain, he scrunched his eyes together and tried to bury his face even further within his pillow. When he moved, however, he suddenly remembered that he was not in his bed as evidenced by the fact that his cheek was stuck to the leather. With a groan Logan lifted his head to peel his skin away from the material and winced at the sound and the feeling of his flesh separating from the leather.

He did not drink enough last night to have this bad of a headache. There was no way he was hungover from just one glass of scotch. It was impossible. He had spent years of his life building up an extremely high tolerance for alcohol. It was not happening.

He lifted his head and, to his serious displeasure, came to the realization that was not a hangover at all. No. This was something far worse. This was something that was going to be with him all day and never leave. This was –



With a painful moan dropped his head back onto the couch and flipped over so that he was lying on his back. He brought his finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose and pinched, trying to relieve some of the pressure that had built up in his head over night. This settled it. Today he was going to put on same pajama pants and his oversized Yale hoodie and spend the entire day watching TV and eating ramen noodles.


Or at least he would have if Rory Gilmore weren't here.

"Hey, Ace," he said as he opened his eyes and forced a smile. Rory was wrapped his in his navy blue bed sheet and looking at him with a look of confusion and what seemed like hurt. That was the last thing he needed to deal with at the moment, a sad girl in his dorm room holding a grudge against him because he didn't sleep in the same bed with her after they had sex.

Now that he thought about it that sounded kind of jerky.

"Did you sleep out here last night?"

"Uh….yea….I….I wasn't tired so I came out here and to watch TV. I must have fallen asleep or something…"

Rory looked contemplative. "The TV isn't on…."

Logan sniffed. "So do you want breakfast? I know this great place not too far from here. And then after that we could hit that exhibition at the Peabody."

"Uh…sure…okay," Rory said, suddenly feeling very vulnerable dressed only in a sheet. She clenched it tighter around herself and looked down at her feet. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

"I'm fine."

Rory nodded. "Okay…well…I need to go back to my dorm to shower and get dressed."

"Go. I'll pick you up in an hour," Logan said.


As Rory slipped back into his bedroom to collect his clothes, Logan once again collapsed back onto the couch and moaned in discomfort. He couldn't breathe. His nose was completely stuffed and no amount of sniffing or blowing was going to solve the crisis. He felt like crap but he would feel even crappier if his ditched Rory to lie around this dorm all day long.

He hated spring. He also hated his genes. Not only did his father's require him to enter into a profession that he hated and wanted nothing to do with but his mother's put him in a miserable state every year at the end of winter and the beginning of spring. Both of them were miserable when it came to allergy season. Although, his mother's genes also gave him his blonde hair, which a lot of women seemed to really love, so he couldn't complain too much.

He knew this decision would come back to haunt him. He was crazy for wanting to spend an entire week alone with the same girl. This was natures attempt to show him just how crazy he was being. Nature was trying desperately to get him out of this situation that he had put himself in but for some reason he wasn't listening.

Seeing the look on Rory's face when she had come out of this room to find him sleeping on the couch was bad enough already. He really didn't want to see the look on her face when he told her that he didn't feel well and didn't really want to hang out today. He hated seeing her face like that.

He had never hated disappointing anyone before. He was used to it, as a matter of fact. He had come to the realization at the age of fifteen, when he got kicked out of Rivers, that he would be a disappointment no matter what he did in life and he had trained himself not to care when people gave him that face. But with Rory…

Why was it that she was the one person on earth who could inspire guilt in him with just the slightest of looks? He just wanted so badly for her to be happy with him. It was kind of scary.

Actually, it was more than kind of scary. It was completely terrifying.

"I'll see you in an hour," Rory said as slipped out of his dorm room, without really giving him a chance to say good-bye.

"See ya…" Logan answered just as the door closed behind her.

She was disappointed.

And, yes, he cared.

Rory looked into her mirror and sighed. This was going to be one of those days – one of those days where no matter what she did with her hair or how her make-up looked or what she was wearing she was going to look and feel like crap. He self-esteem had completely disappeared the moment she stepped into Logan's apartment the night before and saw him staring at her like a crazy person and she had no idea when it would come back. Chances were it would probably be later rather than sooner.

The final blow to her ego had come this morning when she woke up to an empty bed. She didn't know why she expected anything more. Logan Huntzberger was not one to actually share a bed with a girl. Most of the other females that had occupied it at one time probably left before actual sleep could commence.

Had he wanted her to leave?

Her stomach felt queasy with the thought that perhaps she had misunderstood what was supposed to transpire this week. Maybe he didn't want to spend the whole week with her, just parts of if. He was probably so annoyed with her for sleeping in his bed that he didn't really want to spend the day with her at all.

She didn't know why she let herself do this. She had feelings for him. Real feelings. Ones that were not just going to go away because she wanted them to. She spent every day with him trying to convince herself that she didn't like him like that. They were just friends - friends who slept together - and that was fine with her. But it wasn't fine with her. It wasn't fine with her at all.

The truth was the only reason she had agreed to this arrangement was because having Logan this way was better than not having Logan at all.

It didn't matter that is made her physically ill that he found the idea of sharing a bed with her so repulsive that he slept on the couch. And it didn't matter that while she was getting dressed she found a red thong that was definitely not hers lying underneath his bed. And it most certainly did not matter that in order to shield the tears that had formed in her eyes at that moment, she had raced out of his dorm without so much of a glance in his direction. None of that mattered.

All that mattered was that a tiny piece of Logan, no matter how small and insignificant, was better than no piece of Logan at all.


Showtime. She took a deep breath and looked herself over one more time. She forced the queasy feeling in her stomach to the back of her mind, brushed off her clothes, ran a hand through her hair, and stepped out of her room to find Logan. He had walked in through her dorm room door, which she had left open for that reason, and was waiting for her.

"Hey Loga – whoa," Rory said as she stopped and took and a look at him.

He looked like hell, which was not something that was easy for Logan to accomplish. He normally looked amazing. His hair was always done in that perfect yet messy manner. His clothes were always nice, he had the taste of a gay man, honestly. And lastly, he always had a smile on. Right now he definitely did not have a smile on.

"Are….are you high?"

Logan looked at her like she had gained another head in the past few seconds, not knowing quite what to make of that random accusation. Or…well…he didn't know what to make of it until that very moment when an inch at the corner of his eye began to annoy him so immensely that he had no choice but to reach up and rub it.


"Your eyes are all red…" Rory said as she walked closer to him and inspected him up and down. Growing a little uncomfortable, Logan moved back from her inspection and started to feel a familiar sensation in the roof of his mouth.

"I'm not high. I'm fine-d." Logan gasped, trying desperately to keep the sneeze he knew we coming from rising to the surface.

"Fine-d?" Rory asked.

"Yes. I'm fine-d. Let's – le – let's g – ACHOO!"

It was one of those sneezes that absolutely killed the person sneezing it. Logan's head throbbed with pain and pressure and he squinted his eyes together as tightly as he could to help relieve some of the pain. He brought a hand to his temples and pressed down to help his headache and Rory, seeing the miserable state he was in rushed over to him and placed a hand on his forehead, looking for a fever.

"Logan!" She exclaimed, as she did, happy to see that he did not feel hot at all. She rushed over to retrieve a Kleenex that she handed to him and he gratefully accepted. "Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick," Logan assured. "I'm fine-'d. It's just – ACHOO – It's just allergies."

"Allergies," Rory said, placing two hands on his shoulders and leading him over to the couch and forcing him to sit down. "Well, are you okay? Do you have a headache? I have Claritin if you want some. Do you need some more tissues?"


"Are you sure you want to go out because we don't have to, you know. If you don't feel good…"

"Rory, I'm fine-d. It's allergies. I'm not sick. I don't have a fever. I'm good. Let's go."

"Logan," Rory said. "You look miserable."

"Why thank you," Logan said with a smirk. "You look wonderful yourself."

Rory's heart stopped. She bit her tongue and forced her hands to stop shaking. He was teasing her. Her head was screaming at her, telling her it was a joke. He didn't really think she looked bad. He was just being a smart ass. Logan was a smart ass. That much she knew by now. But she couldn't help that stupid feeling of self doubt from creeping its way all over her.-

Jesus, why did she care so much what he thought of her anyway?

"Shut up," She said slapping his shoulder with a smile forced on her face. "You know what I meant."

"I'm just kidding, Ace. You look great," He said. Rory felt her heart flutter with joy and relief, not that it made her feel any better about her dependency on him. "But, really, I've been-d out in much worse states dan dis. I once went bar hopping with Colin-d and Finn-d with a 101-degree fever, okay? Trust me. I'm fine-d."

Rory raised an eyebrow at him and looked him over. She knew he was lying. She knew he didn't want to go out. She could tell by the way he was dressed and the fact that his hair was not spiked up in its usual manner. She couldn't understand exactly why he was lying to her but he was.

She took a look outside her dorm window and gazed out into the icky, sprinkly, overcast day. Truth was she wouldn't mind staying in herself. She found her heart aching to be in Stars Hollow watching movies with her Mom. Suffice to say the past day had not gone exactly like she had thought it would go.

Really, the last thing she wanted to do was go out.

"It is miserable outside. It's rainy and gross. You can't actually want to go out right now."

"I want to. Really. I want to. Let's go."

"Logan, tell me the truth," Rory said, crossing her arms in an authoritative stance.

Logan sighed and looked her in the eye. He couldn't lie to her. Yet, he couldn't stand to see the look of disappointment on her face when he told her that he didn't really want to take her out today. He would gladly sacrifice his comfort in order to ensure that she remained happy. She had given up an entire week with her mother, her best friend, to see him. He had to make that up to her.

"I don't want to bum you out…" He admitted softly.

It was strange. With one sentence, just seven words, Logan Huntzberger was able to completely restore Rory Gilmore's self-esteem. She instantly remembered just why it was she liked him so much to begin with.

Her heart soared in her chest. He didn't want to go out. He wanted to stay in. The only reason he wanted to go out was because he thought she wanted to go out but really she wanted to stay in as much as she did! It was amazing. Rory could tell how happy she was because her thoughts were beginning to ramble just as much as her mouth tended to.

She would be able to spend all day sitting around watching movies and not even with her Mom. She would be with Logan. And it would be ten thousand times better.

"Logan…" Rory said. "Are you kidding me? You don't know me at all do you?"

"Well…I mean…I…"

Rory chucked. "Go back to your dorm," she ordered. "Put on some sweat pants. I'll do the same and run to the video store and get some food. I'll be back in an hour."

"I don't want you to give up a day of fun for me," Logan said.

"Are you kidding?" Rory asked. "My definition of fun is a movie marathon in a nice pair of sweat pants. There is nothing I would rather do. Seriously, go take some Claritin, grab some tissues, and chill out. I'll see you in a bit."

Logan smiled and, once again ignored that tingly feeling in his chest that seemed to surface whenever Rory Gilmore was in the room.

"You're the best, Ace."

He kissed her cheek and walked out the door, sneezing once again as he left. Rory smiled and held a hand to her check where she could sill feel the tingle that his lips left.

Perhaps this wouldn't be such a bad week after all.

"You know what I want?" Logan asked as they sat on the couch, wrapped up in pajamas, blankets, and last but not least, each other.

"More wasabi?" Rory asked as she reached over for another box full of sushi.

Logan laughed. After heading to the sushi bar across the street from Rich Man's Shoe, she had been forcing wasabi down his throat the entire day. He couldn't really complain much, considering the fact that the spices had certainly helped to clear out his sinuses, either the spices or the Claritin. He wasn't sure which. Actually it was probably a combination of both come to think of it.

"No, Ace, really. If you make me eat one more sushi roll drenched in wasabi I will probably throw up," Logan said with chuckle.

"Well then please tell me, Mr. Huntzberger. What is it that you want?"

Logan pointed to the TV screen. "I want a girl just like Marion."

"Oh?" Rory asked, looking up at the television to see the pretty, spunky, brunette, bar tender. She could be like Marion. "Well I could punch you in the jaw if you'd like. I mean….if you're into that kind of thing."

Logan laughed again. "No, I'm not talking about the abusive aspect."

"Oh you're not?" Rory asked. "Darn."

He laughed again. Why did Rory Gilmore make him laugh so much?

"I just want a strong, kick-ass girl, who can drink me under the table."

"Drink you under the table?" Rory asked, raising her eyebrow. "Well, I'm sorry, Logan, but I don't know how easy it's going to be to find a girl like that. You might have to just settle for someone strong and kick-ass."

Like her.

"I want her brunette too."

She was a brunette.

"Well you know what they say," Rory said. "We are superior."

"Ouch," Logan said, playfully trying to hide his yellowy blond hair from view.

"I'm serious," Rory said. "It's true, seeing that brown hair is the dominant allele in the possible DNA sequences. And you need two of them to form a gene and one of the brown hair alleles is enough to give a person brown hair and you need two for say red…or blond that are recessive ones."

"So you are saying that we blondes are a dying breed? Are you saying you're better than me because you have brown hair?"

Rory stopped breathing. Had she offended him?

Oh crap she had offended him.

"No, no, just when you look at the Punnet square…"

"You know you're not completely superior," Logan teased. "Miss Recessive Blue-eyes…"

"Well you have brown-eyes," Rory said, somewhere along the line catching up with the fact that he was giving her crap. It seemed like that was something Logan liked to do as well.

Logan smiled.

"Well, I guess we balance each other pretty well then."


Rory closed her blue eyes to keep herself from looking too far into his brown ones. He wanted to kiss her. She could feel him leaning toward her, closer and closer. But she couldn't kiss him right now. Not like this. Not when she was feeling like this.

It would just hurt too much.

"Do you want some popcorn?"

Logan snapped back and gaped at her. This girl was a machine. So far she had eaten pounds of sushi, five tempura shrimp – big ones – she had finished off his bag of barbeque potato chips, helped herself to a chocolate donut that was hiding underneath the bag of potato chips, and now she wanted popcorn.

He had eaten half the sushi and tempura that she had and nothing else and he was very close to vomiting. In fact, he was sure that if he put one more ounce of food into his mouth he would vomit. He had never eaten this much in his life. She might not be able to drink him under the table but she could certainly eat him under the table.

How was it that she was not five hundred pounds?"

"How much can you eat, woman?" He asked.

Rory blushed bright red. "Oh I'm sorry… We don't have to make any I just…"

Logan sighed and stood up. "I'll make you some popcorn."

Her smile went from ear to ear as Logan walked over to his microwave and places a bag of popcorn inside. This day was perfect. She couldn't have asked for anything better.

They had made some serious ground in their relationship. It was the first day they had spend alone together completely platonically and, while she didn't really think that would last into the night, she was happy beyond words that it had lasted this long.

After last night's awkward start she was worried if they would ever be able to have an intelligent conversation without grunts and stammers. They had been flirting like two lovesick teenagers all day and, while they certainly had their share of awkward moments it was not nearly as bad as last night.

Rory could honestly say that this was one of the best nights of her college career. She had spent the entire day with no interruptions, no drama, just sitting and watching movies with her boy-


She hadn't really spent the day sitting and watching movies with her boyfriend had she?

Once again she felt that familiar knife-like sensation through her heart. Why did she do this? Why did she put herself in this position only to end up hurt? Why was she killing herself just to spend time with a boy? She had to remind herself.

Because one piece of Logan Huntzberger, no matter how small or insignificant, was better than no piece of Logan Huntzberger at all.

"I've learned to hate you in the last ten years."

"I never meant to hurt you."

"I was a child. I was in love. It was wrong and you knew it."

"You knew what you were doing."

"Now I do. This is my place. Get out."

She just really hoped she didn't end up getting her heart broken.


There it is. I hope you liked it. And the movie, to those of you who don't know, was Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. Please Review. :)