In Chris's wake, Logan woke. Lorelai explained to him what Dean had led her in earlier, and he thought about it for a while, and finally realized that all those years he'd been making fun of Christians, he had been jealous of the peace they'd had. He wanted that peace and asked Christ into his heart that day.

Chris returned to the hospital that night, and while Lorelai was gone, Logan was still present. He told Chris what Lorelai had told him, and Chris laughed. "Is this a joke? Lorelai? A Christian? You--a Christian. Very funny, Logan. You almost got me."

"I'm serious." Logan said.

"Really?" Chris asked.

"Serious as a heart attack." Logan nodded.

"And where did Lorelai get all of this knowledge?"

"From Dean."

"And then she forgave him?" Chris mocked.

"Yes, and I'm going to see Dean tomorrow to do the same."

"Why? Dean doesn't deserve forgiveness."

"None of us do." Logan shook his head. "But Christ forgave us. Why can't we do the same to the people around us?"

"And this crazy religion, you're not a god or anything. What's the use of that?"

"Nope. I'm a plain old human being, and that's cool with me. The whole idea is that we must be humble, and God will raise us up."

"You? Humble?"

"I'm going to have to work on that one, but I'm trying." Logan nodded. "Humility doesn't run very deep in my family."

Suddenly, a movement from the bed caught both mens' eyes. Rory was awake! She groaned as she struggled to open her eyes. Chris called for a nurse while Logan placed his hand over Rory's eyes, coaxing her to keep them closed for a moment. "It's okay." he told her. "I'm here."

Her eyes sprung open. She tried to fight his hand away from her, and he withdrew it quickly so she wouldn't disconnect anything. Instantly, he realized: the last hand Rory remembered touching her face had been Dean's. Rory's eyes focused, and landed on Logan, who looked stricken. "Logan." Rory whispered.

"Shh....it's okay. You're okay."

"Where am I?"

"You're home, in your room. You're going to be fine."

"How long was I out?" she asked. Why wasn't she in her bed, but still in her room? She didn't remember what Logan had been wearing the night of the party, but she was pretty sure he hadn't been wearing a tee shirt, jeans, and two days worth of scruff on his face.

"Quite a few weeks." Logan said. "You were moved home a few days ago, from the hospital."

"And Dean....?" she was almost afraid to ask.

"He's in jail. He admitted his guilt and was sentenced to twelve years, I think, in prison." Tears burned Rory's eyes, and Logan wiped them away gently.

Soon, Rory was on her way to recovery. She had retained no brain damage, miraculously. Lorelai and Logan were telling her about their amazing revelations and salvation one day, when Chris came back.

"Don't listen to that nonsense." Chris told Rory, striding into her room. "They were just brainwashed when this whole mess started. Dean "led them to Christ." They "forgave him." Isn't that rich?" he sneered.

"Actually, it makes sense." Rory reasoned. Chris looked surprised. "I mean, they've been here every day and night, praying for me, and making sure I'm okay. This is the first time I've seen you since before the night of the party. And I'm supposed to believe you, rather than them?"

"Come on, Rory. You've made fun of Christianity your whole life."

"So have Logan and Mom. So what?"

"It's a great track record." Chris grinned. "If you continue, you'll beat your mom."

"Unlike your track record with me." Rory pointed out.

"Hey. Don't even bring that up." Chris almost growled.

"Dad, I love you, but you need to be quiet. I was just about to ask Mom to lead me in prayer so I can have what she and Logan have. You're welcome to stay, and even more to pray with us, but I need to do this."

When Chris saw he wasn't able to convince her, he left without a word. Lorelai led Rory in prayer, and soon, Rory was also a daughter of God. Rory went the same day to see Dean. She forgave him, and many tears were shed, both of cleansing, and of joy. They prayed for Chris, and somehow knew, in their hearts, that one day, he would listen.

THE END

A/N: Thanks so much for reading this story! I love you all, and I am praying for you! God Bless!