AN: Here's the last chapter – we're back to Rory and Logan, and Lorelai.

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After Logan's morning class, he met Rory in her dorm. "Hey Ace, are you ready to go?"

"Sure, let me get my jacket," she told him. She grabbed her jacket and purse and headed towards the door. "Do you want me to drive? Or do you want to?" she asked as they headed out to the cars.

"Well if I drive I can have a quick getaway if need be," he said pulling his keys from his pocket.

"Trust me, with my mother, you won't need it. And with my grandparents… Well I'll probably be the one to need it before you do."

He smiled at her and opened the passenger door to his car for her to climb in. "If you need out, say the word and we're gone."

"Thank you," she told him as she buckled herself into the car.

They were silent in the car as Logan made his way to the freeway in the direction of Stars Hollow. Rory watched him, and she could tell that there was something on his mind.

"So," he started slowly after he'd merged with the oncoming traffic, "is there anything I should know about your mom before I meet her?"

"Well not really. The inn we're meeting her at is the one she owns with her best friend, and the best chef in the world, Sookie St. James. She hates society, especially after the stunt my grandmother pulled at her re-wedding…." Rory trailed off trying to think of any other important things he needed to know.

"Will she hate me because I'm society?" he asked nervously.

"Logan, are you nervous?"

"Yes," he told her simply.

"But why? You're great with people."

"Well, I've never actually done the whole 'meet the parents' thing. And if your mom is already predisposed to hate society, what chance am I going to have?" he explained.

"You've never met a girls parent's before?" she asked incredulously.

"Not since I was old enough for it to matter."

"How did you manage that?" she wondered. Society was very… incestuous that way. Every body knew everybody else.

"Aside from not having a person that could be classified as my girlfriend past the age of 12, I guess I would chalk it up to the artful use of the sub-party." Rory laughed and Logan glanced over at her. "The sub-party is a brilliant thing Ace, if I recall it saved you at least once, so don't knock it."

"I was actually laughing about you not having a girlfriend since you were 12. Really?" she asked him.

"Yes well… it was for the best. Trust me." Having met his mother, Rory could easily see where he was coming from. "So, your mom?" Logan asked again bringing Rory back to the important part of his earlier statement.

"She may not love you right away, but she'll give you a chance."

"I guess that's fair," he said.

"Oh, take this exit," she directed, and then proceeded to direct him through a bunch of roads in a small town. "If you're good, I'll take you there when we're done." He looked over to see her pointing at a shop.

"You'll take me to a hardware store?"

"No silly, it's Luke's. Best coffee in the world."

"Well I need to try this coffee, so I guess I'd better be good," he told her with a wink.

"Take a right at the next street, then just follow the road."

Logan did as she instructed, and found himself on a road that was suddenly no longer paved, and he was pulling into a clearing. In the distance he saw a large stately building, and a couple of horses in the field.

"This is it!" Rory told him proudly. She clamored out of the car excitedly then paused to wait for a slower, more reserved, Logan. She grabbed his hand when he reached her and pulled him eagerly towards the front of the inn.

"Welcome to The Dragonfly Inn," Michel said from behind his desk without bothering to look up. When he did look up, he added, "Oh, it's you."

"Mom?" Rory called as loudly as she dared.

"Fruit of my loins!" came a call back from the other room.

"Mommy!" Rory exclaimed and then launched herself at her mother, giving her a huge hug the moment she saw her.

"Sweetie you're crushing Mommy, are you okay?" Lorelai asked.

"Of course! Come meet Logan," Rory said dragging her mother over to where Logan was still nervously standing. "Mom, this is Logan, Logan, this is my mom."

"Hello Ms. Gilmore," Logan said extending his hand politely.

"It's Lorelai, please," she told him as she shook his hand.

"Okay, Lorelai, it's nice to meet you," he said with a smile.

"Are you two ready for lunch?" Lorelai asked quickly.

Rory nodded eagerly which seemed to be enough for an answer for both of them.

"Right this way then." Lorelai led them into the dinning room, and took a seat at one of the tables that seated four. "Manny?" she called.

"Yes Ms. Gilmore," a man said when he approached.

"Will you bring us some coffee, and let Sookie know that we're going to be having lunch?" she asked.

"Of course. Coffee for two or three?" Manny asked, looking at Logan.

"Three please," Logan told him. For some reason he thought it would look very bad to Lorelai if he declined coffee knowing how much Rory loved it.

"Well at least you've got good taste kid," Lorelai told him.

"Excuse me?" he asked confused.

"Well, you're dating my daughter, and you like coffee," she said by way of explanation.

"Mom!" Rory said in an embarrassed voice. Lorelai merely shot Rory a wink, then turned back to Logan.

"You were right Ror, he is cute!" Lorelai said. Rory blushed, and it was obvious to Logan that that was Lorelai's intent in the first place.

Luckily, before anything else could happen, Manny returned with the coffees. "Are you ready to order?" he asked.

"Tell Sookie it's us," Lorelai started, then glanced at Logan. "Are you a picky eater?"

"No," Logan said hesitantly. In truth, he wasn't picky, but he wasn't quite sure where this was going.

"Can he keep up with us?" Lorelai asked Rory.

Rory looked Logan up and down, like she was examining him. "I'm not sure."

"I can keep up," Logan said, trying to keep his pride intact."

"Looks like we've got ourselves a contender," Lorelai said with a laugh. "Manny, tell Sookie, it's us, for three."

"Of course," Manny said before quickly leaving the room.

"Sookie was so excited when she found out you were coming, she's been cooking up a storm all day," Lorelai told Rory.

"What does that mean? It's us?" Logan asked, the situation making him slightly leery.

"You'll see," Rory told him with a smile.

"So tell Mommy, how is everything?" Lorelai addressed Rory.

"It's okay," Rory told her.

"I want to smack them!" Lorelai exclaimed. "No one says those things about my baby girl!"

Rory laughed lightly. "That's pretty much exactly what Dad said."

Logan watched as Lorelai flinched slightly. "You talked to your dad?" Lorelai asked.

"Didn't I tell you?" Rory started. "He was at…" she struggled to find the right term.

"Your grandparents?" Lorelai supplied.

"Yeah. He was there when they brought me home. He took me back to Yale."

"I bet he was happy to see you," she said coolly.

"He seemed to be. He was so mad! I thought he was going to drive over to the Huntzbergers and punch… someone!" Rory told her.

Lorelai laughed, "Well he probably could have taken them. No offense Logan, but Rory's dad is pretty scrappy."

"None taken, in fact I wouldn't have minded someone giving my dad, or grandfather a black eye that night," Logan told her with a smile. "Although I'm sure my mother deserved the brunt of it."

"Yes well, even Christopher wouldn't stoop to hitting a woman," Lorelai said. Logan made a mental note to ask Rory about what was going on with her parents.

Conversations paused as Manny brought out a tray of food. Several plates with different items on them were set on the table in to particular place. "Here's round one," he said with a smile as he set the last plate down.

Logan watched as Rory and Lorelai each grabbed a plate and began to eat.

"What's wrong Logan?" Rory asked when she noticed he wasn't eating.

"I'm not really sure what to do here," Logan said rather embarrassed.

"Just pick a plate and start eating," Rory told him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He grabbed a plate of what looked like risotto and dug in.

"This is amazing!" he said.

"Oh, he's got the magic risotto," Lorelai said with a knowing smile.

"Switch!" Rory called a minute or two later, and grabbed Lorelai's plate, while Lorelai grabbed another from the center. "Logan, don't hog the risotto," she added with a smile. He looked up rather surprised, and immediately pushed back the plate; taking the fried chicken that Rory had been eating moments before.

"So has there been any fall out from dinner?" Lorelai asked a few minutes later.

"Well, Logan's mom's been banished from society, at least temporarily, and his dad's business deal with… Grandpa Hayden has gone a little sideways," Rory explained.

"Switch!" Lorelai called. This time Logan knew what to do, and took the plate of homemade macaroni and cheese from in front of Lorelai, returning what was left of the fried chicken to the center of the table.

All of the sudden Logan gasped, and both of the women at the table looked up at him.

"Are you okay?" Rory asked.

"What's going to happen to me?" he asked nervously.

"What do you mean?" Rory asked for clarification.

"My mom got booted from society, my dad had a deal get messed up, not that they didn't deserve it, but what's going to happen to me?"

"Well from what I understand, you stood up for our girl here," Lorelai started and Logan and Rory both nodded. "My guess is, nothing."

"Nothing?" Logan said with surprise.

"Look at what's happened. Shira was the one that said all of those horrible things, she's been blacklisted for a while. Mitchum didn't stop it, and his deal got screwed up, but not killed. You stood up for Rory, so I'm pretty sure nothing will happen to you. If nothing else, the judge is fair. But, I'd be careful if you ever hurt her in the future."

Logan took a deep breath and nodded.

"His dad called last night asking me to make it stop," Rory said with a giggle. "I can't believe the Haydens did this. I thought they hated me."

"Aw Hon, they never hated you. They hated me, and just couldn't see past that," Lorelai told her. The three of them resumed eating quietly lost in their own thoughts for a moment, Manny brought out a second round of dishes, and they all switched plates again.

"I don't think the Haydens acted alone," Lorelai said suddenly.

"What are you talking about Mom?" Rory asked.

"All of the sudden a voicemail I got from your grandmother suddenly makes sense."

"Francine called you?" Rory asked.

"No, Emily."

"What did the voicemail say?" Logan asked curiously.

"Lorelai, it's your mother," she started in her best Emily Gilmore impersonation. "Don't worry, your father and I and Straub and Francine have everything taken care of."

"What did you think that meant?" Rory asked her.

"I don't know. I thought all of the sudden my phone was caught in a time warp from 1984."

Rory laughed and Logan looked at her thoughtfully. "So we're having dinner with the Gilmores tonight," Rory told her mother.

"Haven't you had enough torture this week?" Lorelai asked her sarcastically.

"Nope, not me, a glutton for punishment."

"And you?" Lorelai directed at Logan.

"After making Rory deal with my parents, it's only fair that I have dinner with her family," Logan told her honestly. "But I believe I'm owed a story."

"Oh right! Mom, I promised Logan the rhinestone penis shirt story, and since you tell it so much better than I do…" Rory trailed off.

"I see why you've really come to see me," Lorelai teased playfully. "You just want Mommy to tell you a story!"

"Please," Rory begged.

"Alright! But only because I feel bad for Logan having to deal with my parents tonight," Lorelai said.

"It had been one of those weeks. My mother had called me dozen times and was making me absolutely crazy," Lorelai started.

"It was August and she wanted Mom to have the DAR tea at the Independence Inn," Rory added.

"What's the Independence Inn?" Logan interrupted.

"It's the inn Mom worked at before she and Sookie opened the Dragonfly," Rory told him quickly. He nodded in understanding.

"I'd been at work all day, and by the time I got home, later than usual, I only had a few minutes to change before heading to Hartford for dinner."

"And grandma and grandpa always except us dressed for dinner," Rory interjected again.

"Do you want to tell the story?" Lorelai asked her.

"Sorry." Rory made the motion of zipping her lips.

"So I'm upstairs in my closet trying to find something to wear, and I come across this shirt that Christopher bought me as a joke one time."

"Dad bought you that shirt?" Rory asked interrupting again.

"Yes, he thought it was funny. Didn't you know that?"


"Well now you do, can I get back to my story?" Rory nodded.

"It was a bright blue shirt, with a rhinestone penis on it. Just looking at it made the thought of dealing with my mother more bearable, so I decided it wouldn't hurt to wear the shirt, under something else of course. So I pull on the shirt, with a black skirt and jacket. The jacket does a pretty good job hiding the shirt, you could only see a few of the rhinestones, the curve at the top of the penis. If nothing else it kind of looked like a decorative arc."

Logan was turning a little pink listening to his girlfriend's mother describe the rhinestone penis.

"So anyhow, I'm dressed, Rory's dressed, and we head off for Hartford. We arrive right on time…"

"For once," Rory added.

"The maid lets us in and asks for our jackets. I refused to part with mine of course, and when we're in the living room for cocktails, my mother starts asking why I'm wearing my jacket. 'Lorelai, it's 80 degrees outside, why on earth are you wearing that jacket?' 'Well Mom, it's not 80 degrees in here so I'm feeling a little chilly.' I try to convince her, but she won't let it go. 'I can see the sweat beads on your forehead Lorelai, take off your jacket.'"

Rory began to laugh at the memory.

"Hush, you!" Lorelai told her.

"So I tell my mother that I'm fine, but she insists. So I finally take off the jacket and reveal the blue shirt in all its glory. 'Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, what is on your shirt?' Emily asks. 'A penis,' I tell her. 'Come on Mom, you're married, you have to know what one of these is.' I look over and my father is turning four shades of red by the drink cart. 'Lorelai, put your jacket back on,' Emily insists, but now I'm feeling stubborn, so I tell her, 'you wanted it off, it's staying off.' I probably would have left the jacket off in sub arctic temperatures by that time."

Now Logan couldn't help but laugh out loud either.

"So the maid calls us to dinner, and we all sit down," Lorelai started up again.

"Most awkward dinner ever," Rory added.

"Dad blushes every time he looks at me, and Mom keeps staring over my head when she chooses to address me."

"Which is mainly to ask what she thinks she's teaching me," Rory interjected again.

"I told her, that I was teaching Rory to obey her elders," Lorelai said with a laugh. "I thought my mother was going to die. She was so angry she had to excuse herself from the table."

"That wasn't why she excused herself from the table and you know it!" Rory said.

"Well, that's what I thought at the time," Lorelai said.

"Why'd she excuse herself then?" Logan asked curiously.

"To have Mom's car towed!" Rory told him with a laugh.

"So two torturous hours later we finally get to leave, we get outside and the Jeep is gone."

Logan laughed, "I guess I know better than to mess with Emily Gilmore."

"Oh she didn't have the last laugh," Lorelai told him. "We called her car service to take us home, and then had the driver take us to Boston for the night instead, billed the whole thing to her account."

"Okay, I guess I know better than to mess with any Gilmore," Logan amended, still laughing.

Manny brought out a third tray of plates, but these ones were desserts, as Logan dug into a fruit tart he glanced up at Rory and asked, "So what did Emily do when she found out about the bill for the driver?"

"You know, I don't actually know," she told him. "Mom do you know?"

"She never said anything, but I'm guessing that's why she hosts her DAR gatherings here at the inn, and makes them exceedingly difficult."

The three of them laughed, and began to trade a selection of delicious desserts.

"So Lorelai," Logan started. "Do you still have that shirt?"

"Yeah I think so, why?"

"Can Rory borrow it if we ever have to go to one of my family functions again?" he asked.

She laughed, "Of course. Rory, I think I like this one!"

AN: Okay – this is the end. What did you think?

A couple of things – First, I felt that Christopher and Lorelai being out of society made it so they wouldn't have any affect on the Huntzbergers. They could be upset, but it wouldn't do any good, hence the retribution coming from the Hayden and Gilmore grandparents. Second, I completely made up the rhinestone penis shirt story. Third, I think that Logan sticking up for Rory would make Lorelai like him, at least a little bit.

Thank you so much for reading – and I hope you enjoyed it. S

(and the plug for the others – Check out Stars Hollow on Shuffle and Winning Back the Gilmore Girls! I'll probably have the next shuffle up tonight or tomorrow!)