Houston, We Have a Problem

By Kyizi

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all related items do not belong to me. Only the Story and its related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.

Rating: PG-13.

Spoilers: Up to and including 5x10, 'But Not As Cute As Pushkin'.

Distribution: Please ask, the answer will likely be yes.

Pairing: Rory/Logan

Feedback: is a gift. It's nice to give.

Notes: I originally never intended to write season 5 fic, because I have still to see seasons 3 and 4. However, I finally got 'But Not As Cute As Pushkin' to download and I couldn't help myself…

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Part One

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"All right, all right, I'm coming!" Rory frowned as she made her way to her door, rubbing at her eyes. She had had dinner with her grandfather and then fallen asleep at her desk as she tried to study.

Pulling at the door, she had to instantly hide her grin as she was greeted by a rather flustered looking Logan Huntzberger.

"Houston, we have a problem." He brushed by her and she allowed herself an evil grin before closing the door over and turning to face him.

"What's up?"

He rubbed a hand through his hair, seemingly unsure as to where to start. "I had a rather scary visit from your grandfather today, Ace."

"Really?"

"Seems we're engaged. Sounds ludicrous, I know, and yet Richard seemed so sincere and, well, it was Richard, why would I doubt him. So, after a few hours of panic, I called my father, hoping to get things straightened out before they got out of hand. There's one thing you should know about my father, Ace, he's a terrible liar." Rory frowned, so he continued. "Two minutes into the conversation, he started to laugh and realization hit. I have to admit, I was impressed. Never thought you had it in you."

"Thank you, but I get the feeling you're digressing."

Logan nodded. "Seems Richard had called my father, informing him that you were playing a little joke and that he was to go along with it for as long as possible. He didn't, however, say what the joke was. I filled in that one."

"I got you good." Rory grinned.

"Yeah, Ace, you got me good. Unfortunately, it backfired."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, see, as I said, I filled my father in on the joke."

"So," Rory said with a shrug. "It was a good joke."

"He thought it was a great idea."

"See."

"No," Logan shook his head. "I don't think you understand me, Ace. He thought it was a great idea. Not the joke. The idea of you and I getting married."

"But-but that's-"

"Ridiculous?" Logan asked and she nodded emphatically. "I know that. You know that. The rest of Yale knows that. My father, however, thinks it's a good idea. He's going to 'see to it'."

"What-what does that mean?"

"It means, Ace, that unless you have some bright idea right about now, you and I are getting married."

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TBC…