Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the original characters. All I own is my imagination and the plot.

A/N: It took me long enough, though that isn't the point; the point is that I've written and uploaded the final chapter of this story. I think I've mentioned before that this wouldn't turn out in one of those 30 something chaptered stories, so this shouldn't really come as a surprise. Anyway, I'll talk some more at the end of the story, so at least for now you have some peace. :)

Weak (6)

Nothing happened.

Finn spent the night at Rory's dorm room, insisting that the couch was good enough and Rory reluctantly agreed.

She managed to get Paris into their bedroom without waking Finn. A hand over her mouth did the trick. She saw the questions in Paris's eyes, but dismissed them with a shake of her head. She didn't want to talk about it, not now. She had just gotten Finn to sleep with soothing words and a promise that she would be there for him; that was all he had wanted all this time.

His anger had been a defense mechanism, something to hide behind while the alcohol had been his version of a security blanket. He had wanted so badly to make her hate him, forcing her into a position where she would gladly stay away from him because it had hurt to have her around. She was so good, all the time, so it was inevitable that he broke, taking her down with him. He had sought her out with a kiss, desperately wanting to get through to her and wanting her goodness to rub off on him. He needed her, more than alcohol.

It had been a selfish act to steal her away from his best friend, but Logan had his way with women and would eventually stumble across another girl that would be able to awe him with her innocence. He had the time to find that other perfect girl. Finn didn't; he needed to be saved now.

Rory felt guilty about having hurt Logan the way she did, even though her pain was slowly becoming less and less. She couldn't deny that having Finn so close to her didn't make her feel anything. He was different than the other boys she had dated. He had a tormented soul and had been through hell. He had a reason to be mad at the world, though she had to admit that she liked him better soft around the edges.

She was glad that she was the one who was getting to him now. It made her feel something inside, something that woke her in the middle of the night and made her get up and look at him while he was fast asleep.

He lay facing her, one hand tucked beneath his head and the other curled up close to his chest. He looked at peace and she smiled, startled when all of a sudden his eyes opened. ''Watching me sleep now, love?''

She nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, even though it was just above a whisper. His laugh was thick with sleep. ''Didn't mean to scare you.''

She was planning on denying it, but knew that it was no use. He had caught her. ''I couldn't sleep.''

''So you decided to keep me from mine?'' He yawned while drowsily getting up in a sitting position, the blanket falling down to his waist as he reached up to run a hand across his face, not bothering to go for his hair; it was a mess. His eyes locked on her smile, too secretive for her own good. His hand dropped. ''What?''

She shrugged. ''Nothing.'' She wasn't going to admit to him that she had been watching him and that she liked how he took his time to move; it was seductive in every way.

He studied her face, taking in the faint flush on her face with a raised eyebrow. ''Then why don't I believe you, doll?'' When she still didn't say anything, he threw the covers aside and got up, the color in her cheeks darkening with each step he took towards her. She looked down, only to look up at him again when he ran his thumb across her cheek. ''You're blushing,'' he noted. ''Why?''

She held back a smile at his naive question. ''You're not wearing a shirt,'' she said, hesitating before bringing her hands up to his chest, leaving her fingers free to roam. He didn't mind. He liked the sensation her brief touches and gentle pushes brought on. She even scraped her nails across his abdomen, making him inhale sharply and think twice as he grabbed a hold of her hands. They felt small within his own and delicate between his own rough ones. He brought them up to his lip, kissing her knuckles before letting go and taking a step back. ''I think it's better if you go back to bed.''

Rory revealed a pout to him. ''Not experienced enough for you?'' She was teasing and unlike Logan, he didn't make a big deal out of it, not really anyway. He did catch her by her arm to keep her from walking away. The look he gave her said enough. ''I'm sorry,'' she told him softly, her bedroom eyes framed by her wild curls as she tipped her head up. She looked beautiful and he couldn't help but pull her to him again, one hand going around her waist while the other raked through her hair. ''I don't care about that,'' he whispered against her forehead. As a response she curled into him more and they stayed that way for a while. It was a nice feeling, an intimate one.

Finally, she managed to break their embrace and pull away. ''I should go.''

He nodded, waiting until she had gone back into her room before getting back beneath the covers himself.

x-x-x

The next morning Rory was woken up with a start by a splash of ice cold water. She sat up immediately with a surprised yelp, her eyes falling on the glass Paris held in her hand, the other on her hip. ''Paris!''

''It was the only way to wake you,'' the blond defended.

''The only way!'' Her hands went to brush a few wet strands aside. ''I could think of a hundred, no wait, a million other ways to wake someone, more pleasant ones, too.''

''He wouldn't let me,'' Paris told her while gesturing towards the doorframe with the glass. Rory's eyes trailed along and ran into Finn's that had dropped down to where her covers had fallen down to her waist, revealing a white tank that clung to her skin where it had been soaked. He felt her watching and cocked his head up, eyeing her with a cheeky grin. ''Morning, love.'' She looked away blushing and modestly pulled her covers back up to her chest.

''I tried to turn up the TV really loud, but he put it on mute and-''

''I don't have classes this morning, Paris,'' she interrupted her friend's rant.

''I know, but being the kindhearted human being that I am, I figured that you wanted to eat breakfast before and it's already eleven.''

''Eleven?'' Rory asked while running a hand through her locks, her eyes flicking back over to Finn who simply shrugged.

''I know! I knew you would see my point. Unfortunately for you two,'' Paris continued while setting the glass down and reaching for her bag, ''I do have a morning class, if you can call it that.'' She shot Rory a look. ''So, I won't be able to join you two for breakfast, though breakfast isn't what it used to be with the slices of pizzas and double cheeseburgers. Do you have a class?'' she asked Finn. ''What am I saying, you never go to class,'' she mumbled while passing him.

The door slammed shut and Rory lay back down.

''She's nice,'' Finn commented.

''The ice'll melt with time.''

She heard him chuckle and rolled onto her side to look at him, enjoying the sound. ''Is it really eleven o'clock?''

Her question earned her another chuckle from him. ''We don't have to go get breakfast. I can head off and you can sleep some more.''

She smiled and shook her head. ''No; I'm hungry.''

He nodded and pointed his thumb at the room behind him. ''I'll be in there. You'll probably want some time to change.''

''Yeah, though I don't think you were as chivalrous about it last time,'' she said, trying to make it come over as a joke, though he knew by the way she turned her eyes away that the memory was too fresh to be made fun of.

His hands were pulled from his pockets and brought up to his tousled locks with a sigh. ''Look, doll, I may regret my actions and the things I said, but I can't make it go away; it happened. I was drunk and I was trying to...'' He licked his lips. ''I was trying to-''

''Finn,'' she said his name softly. ''I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. I don't even know why I said it.''

''You said it because it brought back that particular memory,'' Finn told her. ''It'll fade. With time.''

''I like you like this.'' The smile she threw at him made him melt, though it were her words that really struck him. No one had ever told him that they were happy with how he was. ''Like what?'' he inquired, trying to keep his cool.

She playfully rolled her eyes at him before sitting up. ''You know what I mean.''

''Yeah,'' he acknowledged bashfully, his eyes quickly tumbling downwards, something that made her melt.

''I'll be out in ten,'' she promised.

He nodded, taking the hint and leaving the room, his heart lively pounding and her stomach a mess of jittery butterflies.

x-x-x

''So, this is weird, huh,'' Rory remarked, out of the blue pulling away the veil of silence that had covered them ever since they had sat down at the table. Not that neither one of them had minded the silence. She enjoyed watching him eat his cereal; the memory it strung along one she loved and thought about when she sat curled up on the couch with her feet tucked beneath her. At the same time he loved to just sit there and secretly look at her now and then, when he thought she wasn't aware of him, and she played along, liking the attention. ''I mean, you spent the night at my dorm room and now we're eating breakfast together,'' she went on, trying to sound casual, though he saw through it. ''I've never had breakfast with a girl before,'' he confessed with a small smile.

She didn't say anything and he lowered his head to take another bite of his cereal.

''Guess I don't have to ask where you spent the night.''

Rory's head shot up at the voice that had carried the swift and sharp words, from the corner of her eye seeing Finn swallow his cereal and do the same thing. ''Logan,'' she said, quickly eyeing Colin who standing behind her ex-boyfriend, but all he did was shrug up his shoulders.

''He's more screwed up than I am, you know that, right, Ror?'' Logan asked, though it wasn't really a question, she knew that. It amazed her how he could say something so harsh and make it seem not so bad by topping it off with what she was so used to him calling her.

She shook her head, not getting where he was getting at. ''He's been doing better.''

''I haven't been drinking,'' Finn jumped in, coming over as vulnerable as she always thought he was. The dark exterior no longer scared her off.

''Hey, that's great, man,'' Colin managed to get in, patting his friend on the back.

''Yeah, great,'' Logan repeated. ''Too bad it took my girlfriend to sober you up.''

''Ex-girlfriend,'' Rory said, earning surprised looks from all three of the boys.

''Right, though I never got a fighting chance, now did I?'' His eyes landed back on Finn. ''What makes him so special?''

''Logan,'' Rory warned, getting up from the table. ''What do you want?''

He looked at her. ''Just a reason I can accept, a reason I can live with, but I don't think either of you can come up with one, now can you?''

''Mate, I've already apologized. I don't know what else I can do,'' Finn said also standing up.

''Fight me.''

Finn started to open his mouth to ask why, but in the end he only nodded. He knew why. ''Fine, if that's what you want.''

''Logan!'' Rory called, though her ex had already walked away from the table and Finn was close behind, though she tried to stop him. ''Finn, don't. Please.''

''Don't worry, love, he just needs to get some of that anger out of him.'' And with those words Finn also left the table.

She wanted to go after him, but Colin grabbed her arm before she was out of his reach. ''I think it's better if you stay here.''

She turned to look at him. ''I don't want them hurting each other, Colin.''

He sighed when letting her go and was right behind her as she made her way outside.

The fight had already started. It took her but a split second to take in Logan's face, still smooth even in all of his anger and Finn's cracked lip. Logan was the better fighter. She knew it and Finn knew it. Again Colin stopped her, an arm around her waist as he pulled her back. ''You don't want to get in the middle of that.''

''I have to stop them, Colin. Finn's lip,'' was all the explanation she gave, and it was enough. Colin let her go, gently pushing her aside so he could get to the fighting couple before she could. He took a hold of Logan and hauled him backwards, away from Finn, knowing that Logan wouldn't pounce on Finn with Rory in between. She gingerly touched Finn's lip just as Logan freed himself from Colin's grasp, though his lion's heart slowed down a beat or two when he saw her standing by his side. She was talking to him, probably talking Finn out of throwing himself back into the fight. It hurt and the punches Finn took didn't make it hurt any less.

Logan approached his former girlfriend and friend, Colin close by.

''Are you okay?'' Rory asked, even though he was the one who had started the fight.

He softened; he always did when he was around her. ''I never stood a chance, did I?''

''Please don't blame yourself, Logan.'' She took a step towards him. ''It's anything but your fault. I made a mistake and I can't tell you how sorry I am for hurting you, but-''

''You don't regret it,'' he finished.

''I should,'' she said and bit her lip, guilty.

Logan took a deep breath. ''I want to get over this. I want to be the guy who forgives his best friend and stays friends with his ex-girlfriend.''

''You don't have to,'' Finn said, understanding.

Finn and Logan's gazes locked. ''Just be nice to her.''

''We haven't... I mean, we're not,'' Finn uttered nervously.

Rory smiled. Who thought he had it in him.

Logan saw the way she looked at Finn and knew he had done the right thing.

She knew it, too. ''Thank you, Logan,'' she whispered when hugging him.

He returned the hug, carefully. She wasn't his anymore.

x-x-x

That night, when she came back from another Friday night dinner with her grandparents, she found Finn waiting for her. She was sitting on the edge of the fountain, dressed in dark shades. She wrapped her own black coat tight around her and made her way over to him, taking her time so he could take her in.

''Can I sit down?'' she asked once reaching him.

''It's a free country, isn't it?''

''If you don't want me to-''

''I was kidding, love,'' he interrupted, his eyes on her.

Her hands went from her waist to her hair and back down to her sides as she sat down beside him. She parted her lips to speak, but he instantly silenced her, ''I'm not mad at you.''

''I'm still sorry.''

''For what?''

''For everything,'' she answered.

He chuckled. ''I think you've had your share of apologies for a while. Logan thinks so, too.''

''You guys talked?'' Her eyes shyly found his.

He nodded. ''We're trying to get back to normal.''

''Good, that's good.'' Her eyes dropped back down, noticing his shaking hands.

''Withdrawal,'' he said.

She took his hand in hers, able to imagine the weight of his troubles for the first time. ''I'll help you.''

He brought up her hand and placed a kiss on it.

He wasn't going to be weak anymore; had no more excuses.

Review please? (: The ending might be a little cliche and what not, but I kinda like the simplicity of it. There's been enough drama for such a short story andI think that it needed a chapter like this to sort through it all. Personally, I like how Finn has changed just a little, for the better of course. I don't think I'll be writing any more Finn/Rory fics, since I've lost my GG drive, but do please leave me some words to let me know what you thought. I show my face more at the LOST section, so if you want to make my day... :)