The expensively dressed blonde sighed as he leaned against the wall, his black and gray pinstriped suit rumpled from the hours he had spent in what the hospital deemed the comfort room. The statement however was a lie, the small light green room was anything but. There were faded chairs lining the walls, ones that could be seen in any hospital across the country. At seemingly random spots in between chairs and in various other places in the room were cheap chipped oval particle board tables, adorned with magazines so outdated even the out of touch Logan knew the stories on the covers.

This was the last palce that the youngest Huntzburger male had thought he would be spending his Friday afternoon, but when he got a call a few hours earlier saying that his father had suffered from a heart attack while securing a business deal, he had no choice but to meet the ambulance at the hospital. His mother had whisked herself and a bottle of Gin off to the closest spa as soon as she had found out, and Logan didn't have a whole lot fo faith in her even making an appearance at the hospital. His parents might of been married, but at this point it was more for show than for any of the reasons a marriage should actually happen for. His sister had promised to come as soon as she got a sitter for her and Josh's two kids, so of course that meant Logan was at the hospital alone. Something he was finding a little hard at present time.

Logan stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before sighing and straighening into a standing position. He paced the room a couple of times before pulling his phone out of his pocket. Staring at the blank screen he mulled over the options. There was only one person he had wanted to call ever since he had arrived at the hospital. Finn, Colin and Robert hated the elder Huntzburger almost as much as Logan himself did, so they would be no help. The only person Logan had thought of calling was Rory. That's when things got muddy, he had been going back and forth with calling her or not calling her for the past few hours. This waffling back and forth was also why he was currently wearing holes in a six foot patch of ugly maroon carpeting.

Several more minutes passed, as Logan unlocked and relocked the screen on his phone several dozen times, before he finally worked up the courage to call. Hitting the green phone icon next to her name, he felt something that he rarely did- nervous. He fiddled with the buttons on his cuff as he waited for the brunette to answer. It had been four months and sixteen days since they had said goodbye last, not that he was counting or anything.

"Hel-Hello?" came the sweet yet surprised voice of Logan's ex girlfriend. There was a pause before she continued. "Logan?"

"Ace. Yeah." he said clearing his throat. Not knowing if she was going to hang up or not he decided to go ahead and say what he needed to say, in case she did. "My dad had a heart attack. I'm at the hospital in Hartford with him. I didn't know who else to call. Mom won't come. Honor is trying to get a sitter. I don't even know how to feel. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry."

"Whoa, whoa whoa. Logan slow down." Rory said. She tried to mask the surprise in her voice, but she wasn't sure that she was doing a good job. "Which hospital?"

"St. Mary's." Logan said, he found himself just as surprised by her answer, as she was by him calling. "But I just needed someone to talk to. You don't have to come."

"It's much easier to be there to listen, if I am there. Instead of the phone." She paused as she pushed away from her desk, careful to steady herself as she stood. The bulky knit sweater hid the growing baby bump for now, but he knew it was just a matter of days until she wouldn't be able to hide it from people anymore. She was thankful that for at least tonight the fact that she was growing a human inside of her was still pretty well concealed. "I mean, I'm not incredibly thrilled to be in the same room as Mithcum, but I'll come for you. I'll be there in an hour." Without waiting for a response, she ended the call. Tossed her phone in her purse and headed for her car outside.

Logan stared at his phone for several minutes after the call ended. In all honesty he had expected that call to go much worse. While things hadn't ended on a sour note when they had parted ways last, they hadn't of been what he would call good either. Running his hand through his blonde hair he took a deep breath, hoping he hadn't made a mistake calling her.

Several minutes later Rory pulled her jeep into the hospital parking lot. She took her time gathering herself together before she got out. She rested a hand on her stomach for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. Slinging her purse over her shoulder she pulled her phone out and called Logan back.

"Ace!" came Logan's voice before the first ring had completed.

"I'm here, in the parking lot. Where are you?"

"Fourth floor, take a right as soon as you get of the elevators. I'm the third door on the right. I'll meeet you there."

"Are you in his room?" Rory asked, she was there for Logan, not Mitchum and if she could avoid seeing him, she would.

"No, I haven't seen him since they brought him in. It's just me."

"Okay, I'll be up in a second" She said before clicking off the phone. She entered the hospital, offered a smile and small wave to the security guard who was seated behind a wooden desk reading what looked like a battered copy of some Tom Clancy novel. She followed the signs to the elevator, and before he knew it was on the fourth floor. It only took a few seconds for her to get to the room where Logan had said he would be once she was on the fourth floor.

She took another deep breath and twisted the knob, pushing the door open, to find a very disheveled Logan staring up at her from his seated position in the coner. In the many years that she and Logan had known each other, she had seen him at his worst many times, but something about the way he looked right then while they were looking into each other's eyes was different than how she had seem him any other time. She finally broke the silence after taking a few steps into the room. "Hey."

Logan stood slowly. "Hi Ace." He stared at her for several seconds, as if he couldnt believe she was really standing there. There was something different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Relizing he had been quiet proabbly a little long he took a few steps and crossed the room, closing the space between them he opened his arms for a hug. Rory after about half a second of contemplation hugged him back. It was almost as it the four months since their last exchange hadn't happened. Before she lost herself in the moment and his arms too far, Rory gave one last squeeze and took a step back breaking the hug.

"So what happened?" she asked as she looked at Logan. Logan shrugged slightly before responding.

"I don't know a whole lot. He was in a merger meeting, and collapsed. His secretary called me as they were loading him into the ambulance. It was a heart attack, about three hours ago. We don't know how bad it has affected him. They are doing tests and all that."

Rory nodded slowly, it was impossible to tell by his response and tone how Logan felt about what his father was going through. The relationship between the elder and younger Huntzburger men was strained to say the least, but even so. Mitchum was still Logan's father. "Well, what can I do to help?"

"Just coming is more than enough. More than I thought you would do." Logan said as he relaxed a little bit. He didn't know why, but ever since Rory had said she was coming he had been a little tense. "I didn't expect you to come here, but thank you."

Rory flashed a small smile and nodded. "Of course Logan. I know things are weird right now between us. But I wouldn't want you to go through whatever this is by yourself. You were there when my grandpa had a heart attack. And you came to the funeral. Even when we weren't on the best of terms then."

Logan nodded. "Well, there's really no point in sitting here." He chuckled. "This is the most uncomfotable comfort room I have ever been in." He paused a classic Logan grin appearing on his face. "How about we go find some coffee?"

"Sounds good to me." Rory responded, taking the hand arm that Logan had offered before following him out the door and to the elevators.