A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update, but I'm really obsessed with Finn/Rory fics right now and are mostly focusing on them. Plus I've been gone for two weeks on vacation without a computer. Anyway, thank you guys for reviewing, you are awesome! I hope you enjoy the chapter, please tell me if you do.

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Chapter 11 – Drunken daddy

His eyes searched for the gorgeous brunette and their table in the crowded pub, before his eyes finally fell on her. Tristan had returned and they were having an animated conversation, while Paris stared out in the air as Colin and Finn joked around as usual.

Letting out a disgusted groan, mostly because Tristan had that annoying smirk on his face again, he cast a look at the drunk man at the bar, who was in the middle of drinking another beer. He was looking down at the table almost ashamed and Logan immediately felt sorry for him. Somehow he couldn't picture him as the man Rory had described the day before. This man might seem a little messed up and he had admitted he wasn't a very good father, but it was obvious that he cared about his daughter a whole lot. He wondered if Rory had oversaturated or if she truly believed that she didn't matter to him.

With a shake of his head and taking a deep breath, he began walking over to his friends.

"Rory," he said as he reached the table, his voice unbelievable quiet. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

The whole group looked at him, surprised and interest at the same time.

Rory herself raised an eyebrow but nodded her head. "Sure," she answered and stood up and followed him.

When they were out of ear reach, they stopped. Logan paused as Rory looked questioning at him.

"Your father is here," he told her, watching as her face set in million emotions. "He is at the bar, pretty drunk and upset."

"How do you know it's him?" she asked, her voice slightly annoyed and almost hopeful.

"He was talking about his daughter and all the mistakes he had made…" He paused for a moment and gave her a sad look. "He seemed really sorry, sincerely sorry."

"That wasn't my question, Logan," she warned snappy.

He let out a sight. "He showed me a picture of you, he keeps it in his wallet."

She stared at him for a moment before groaning. "Well, that is just great. I was having an awesome night with my friends and then he has to screw it up. Can't he do anything right? Now I have to take care of his drunken ass."

"He thinks you hate him", Logan said, ignoring her ramble.

She shrugged. "Maybe he is right, ever thought of that?" When he said nothing she shook her head. "You said he was at the bar?"

"Yes," he said and nodded his head.

"Well, I guess it's time to take care of drunken daddy," she answered, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she began to walk to the bar.

He stood still, not sure if he should follow her or not. He normally wasn't the kind of person who cared about other's problem and pitied others, but somehow this guy, Rory's dad, had seemed so sincere that he couldn't help but care.

Seeing that Rory had almost neared her father, an annoyed look on her face, he sighed and walked over to her.

"What are you doing here Chris? This is the campus pub, it's not meant for people like you," he heard Rory say.

Her father looked up, his face lightening up immediately but at the same time saddening even more. "Rory, sweetie," he gave and gave her a smile. "You haven't change at all, still as beautiful as ever. You've got your mother to thank for that."

"I do, every day. 'Thank you mother for these wonderful genes.' If I didn't have the looks I might actually have to live of my intelligent. Imagine that." She rolled her eyes and sat down beside him, her arms crossed over her chest. "It's not time for small-talk. I don't have time for it nor do I feel like it. Just tell me why you are here. You couldn't find a bar in your own neighbourhood?"

Chris looked ashamed at the table's surface. "I came here to see you Rory, to talk to you and explain things."

"What is there to explain, really?" She raised an eyebrow, a bitter smile on her face. "You make false promises, tell me you truly care about me and then ignore me for months. I've already figured out how things are. You don't have to explain anything."

"I know you hate me," Chris told her, ignoring her question. "I have let you down over and over again, of course you hate me. But I want you to know that I do love you Ror. I always have and always will. You are my little girl, my little Rory. I love you. How can I not?"

"You have a strange way of showing it," she said softly. "Calling me, promising things that will never happen."

"I do mean for it to happen there's just so many other things-"

"-That is much more important than me, right?" she interrupted him and looked away. "It doesn't matter, it's my own fault. I'm so stupid that I actually believe you." She paused and looked back up at him, her eyes red and teary. "I guess that one more thing me and mom have in common."

For a moment both of them stared at each other, saying nothing. It was clear what Rory meant by her statement. Because of him, her and her mother was drifting apart. And that was something she neither would nor could forgive him for.

"Rory, I-"

She waved her hand, cutting him off. "What does it matter? What's done is done." She stood up and Chris followed suit. "We can talk about this when you are sober."

"Okay," he nodded his head.

"You can crash at my dorm, the coach is available," she said. "But don't think that this means that anything is changed. Don't."

Chris nodded his head again. "I won't, I understand. Thanks."

"Do you need any help?" Logan asked Rory, speaking for the first time.

Both of them looked at him, obviously noticing him only now.

"Um," Rory stuttered, clearly a little uncomfortable. She hadn't meant to say all those things with Logan standing beside them.

Chris looked at Rory, then Logan and back at Rory. "I'll just go find the car, and you can…" he trailed off.

"Sure," Rory said and nodded her head. "Just don't get yourself killed, I honestly don't have the energy to deal with it right now," she added.

Chris didn't say anything but simply left.

"So?" Logan asked again. "Need some help?"

Rory shook her head wildly. "No, it'd be fine. I can take care of it myself, there really is no need-"

"-Rory," the blond protested. "I've spend many nights watching drunk Finn or Colin trying to take care of themselves. Trust me, when intoxicated you can not take care of yourself."

"I can take care of him, it's my father," Rory said.

"Two persons works better than one."

Rory let out a sight. "Really Logan, it is fine. He isn't even that drunk, I've seen him a lot more drunk. He's just emotional and upset and…."

"That's usually the worst kind of drunk," Logan stated softly. "Trust me, I've spend many nights nursing Colin when Steph was out on a date and he decided than a drink would make him forget. I know what I'm talking about. And I have lots of experience." He gave her a slight smile and looked at her with wide eyes.

"This is starting to sound like a job interview," Rory said with a smile. "But I have to admit, you sound very qualified."

"Ha!" Logan said and smirked. "I knew you couldn't resist. With these brown eyes I can make everything happen."

Rory rolled her eyes. "Keep dreaming lover-boy."

--GG--

More than an hour later Rory and Logan sat beside each other on Rory's bed in her room, both terrible exhausted.

They had excused the group, told them that Rory felt bad and that Logan would take her home. Finn, Tristan and Paris had looked concerned while Colin had a glow in his eyes that told them that he certainly didn't believe that.

After arriving at Rory's dorm they had gotten Chris in bed, but it was not an easy task. He kept on requesting to speak to Rory, to explain things, but after half an hour he had given up and had fallen asleep.

"I'm never having kids," Logan said and broke the silence.

Rory nodded agreeing and let out a sight. "And I'm never taking care of my drunk father again," she said and leaned into Logan. "He so owe me. If he's waking up in the middle of the night and has to puke, you are taking care of it."

"What?" Logan hissed with mock anger and gave her a look. "He's your father!"

Rory held her hands up. "Hey, you were the one bragging about being so good at nursing drunk people. You got yourself into this."

Logan let out a sigh and leaned his head against the wall. "You are right."

"Of course I am," Rory said with a nod of her head. "That is what being a show-off gets you. This is why I'm always subtle, modest."

Logan gave her an unbelieving look.

"I am very modest," she argued. "I don't go around and brag about my good looks, my brilliant intelligence and my great sense of humour."

He simply raised an eyebrow.

"Oh shut up."

"I didn't say anything," he said with a smirk.

She sent him a look and shook her head and decided to change the subject. "I honestly can't remember the last time I have been so tired. Even after one of me and my mom's movie-night, I'm not this tired."

"You have never taking care of a drunk person before?" he asked.

"No, not really. Well, I held Lane's hair once she was drunk and I've helped Finn home many times, but never really done the home 'spending the night, making sure everything alright'-thing." She paused and let put a deep breath. "And I have certainly never taking care of my drunk father."

"It's a once in a life experience," Logan joked. "I remember the first time my dad got home drunk and my sister or my mom wasn't home. I had to take care of him, make him coffee – it always helps him when he's hung-over – and get him out of his clothes." He made a disgusted face. "I had nightmares several nights after."

"I can imagine," she smiled. "No, but seriously Logan, I want to thank you. I mean, we aren't even that close, but still you help me in a situation like this. You help me take care of my drunk father, get him into bed, watch as he throws up and you do it all out of freewill."

He shrugged. "You needed someone to help you, you couldn't do it all by yourself."

"You are right, but you didn't have to step in. You could have told Finn and get him to do it instead. Or Tristan or hell, even Colin." She looked up at him, her blue eyes slightly teary. "And you are so good at it," she said with a laugh.

He let out a small laugh too. "Like I said, lots and lots of experience."

"I know, but…" she shook her head frustrated. "I can't explain it. You just… You do something like that for a person you don't even know. He's my father and I wish to God I didn't have to take care of him. But you… You just do it without wanting anything in return. You just do it because it's the right thing to do."

"Well," Logan began. "I don't quite know about not expecting anything in return. My father is very fond of alcohol too," he joked. "I wouldn't mind some help."

"Deal," she promised seriously.

They sat in silence for a moment and listened to the soft snoring coming from the living room where Chris laid asleep.

"You are a good person, you know that?" Rory asked, looking into the air. "I've always thought that rich people were egotistical and snobby and didn't care about anything but money, alcohol and hot girls. And then I got to know Finn and Colin and that didn't really make me change my mind." She smiled sweetly. "Well, I know that there's more to Finn that his huge weakness for redhead and that Colin actually loves something else than alcohol, but sometimes it can be hard to see it."

"Somehow that doesn't really surprise me," Logan answered.

"It's just… Finn, Colin and Steph are all great, but I don't really have someone to really support me, you know?" she asked with raised eyebrow. "I mean, Finn is a great friend, but he's not really good of taking care of people, he has a hard time taking care of himself. Steph has her own problems and Colin doesn't even like me that much. Then there's Paris, but you can't really say that she's a supportive person. And Lane, my best friend, still lives in Stars Hollow and she too has her own problem with her band and Zach."

"What about Tristan?" Logan asked, hissing his name out. "You seemed like good friends tonight."

"Tristan was great tonight, he was," she nodded her head. "But he's still Tristan and he would freak out if he was the one helping me tonight."

Somehow, for some reason, that answer pleased him. "And your mom?" he asked quietly.

She seemed to tense up, but he laid a hand on her shoulder and felt her relax a bit again.

"My mom's still me best best best friend, but we are drifting apart, I can't deny that." She paused and played nervously with her hands. "I haven't talked to her in almost a week. We used to talk every day, several times every day."

Logan gave her shoulder a squeeze. "It'll be all right again," he promised. "You'll make up and be great friends again and you'll talk every day just like before. You'll tell her about your new handsome friend," he said with a smile.

"You are right, I really should tell her about Tristan."

"Mean!" Logan exclaimed and stuck out his tongues. "But," he continued. "Until you do…. I'll be your friend."

She looked at him for a moment, her cheek slightly red. "You are great," she admitted quietly and rapped her arms around his neck. "I can see what the gang sees in you."

Her words made his heart stop beating for just a while. Nobody had actually ever said something like that to him before. "I…" he stuttered and hugged her close to him. "I… Thanks," he said touched and smiled to himself.

"Just what the hell do you think you are doing!"

Logan and Rory released each other quickly and looked up at the three stunned people standing in Rory's doorway.