AN: I don't own anything Gilmore Girls. Logan and Rory have been friends forever, and they go to Chilton. If you have any questions about what's going on, just ask, I'll answer.

Please R & R

Rory was walking down the hallway looking for Jack; she was supposed to get a ride home from him. She was about to go around a corner when she heard him and a girl talking.

"Louise you have to understand…"

"No Jack I don't. I don't understand why you are still dating Rory, she's hardly social. You need to choose, me or her."

"That. Is. Not. Fair." Jack had desperation in his voice.

"Jack, you said she didn't matter to you, so why do you care about choosing?"

"She doesn't matter Louise, its just-"

Rory dropped the cup of coffee that she had been holding in her hand when she heard his last comment. Jack spun around and saw her looking at him, her blue eyes full of tears.

She turned and ran down the hallway, not caring if anyone saw her. She heard Jack calling her, telling her to wait, but she didn't stop. She couldn't bear to look at him. How could he say that, how could he say that I don't mean anything to him? Rory looked around trying to see if there was anyone left to give her a ride, she didn't see a single person.

Her best friend Logan had been at his locker when she came tearing down the hallway. Logan knew something was wrong; she never acted upset like this in school. He saw her turn down the corridor and go into a classroom that no one ever used.

Seconds later Jack rushed around the corner. I should have known he had something to do with this. Logan looked at his friend with disgust. Rory was like a sister to him, he hated seeing her hurt. Jack spotted Logan and approached him.

"Logan! Thank god, did Rory come this way, she took off and I can't find her…"

"Nah man," Logan said shaking his head, "she didn't come this way. Go home, I'll give her a ride, I've got no where to be anytime soon."

Jack shrugged his shoulders and walked outside to his car. When Logan saw him drive off, he headed toward the room that Rory had entered. He could hear her crying, it broke his heart. He saw her sitting on the floor in a corner with her knees pulled up to her chest and her head on her arms. Logan walked over to her and kneeled down. He put his hand under her chin and raised her face so she could see his eyes. "Ace, come here." He took her into his arms, "what happened? What's wrong?"

Rory let him embrace her she needed to be comforted after what she'd just heard. After she'd calmed down she whispered to him, "can we go to your place, I need to get out of this building."

Logan heard the desperation in her voice, he was ready to kill Jack for whatever he had done to hurt her like this. "Sure Ace, come on, lets go." He stood and leaned down and took her hands, pulling her up. She seemed so fragile. Logan knew that when Rory was this upset she needed reassurance that someone was there for her. He placed one hand on her back, rubbing small circles on her back with his thumb to comfort her. He took his other hand, wiped the tears off her face, kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear, "Rory, I'm here, I'll always be here."

He embraced her in a hug, praying that somehow all the pain that was in her would be transferred to him while they touched. When they parted, he led her out of the room and to his car. The ride to his house was silent, he knew not to pry, she'd tell him when she was ready.

Rory stared out of the window at the gray sky it was a dismal day. Kind of funny that the weather reflects my mood. She was glad that Logan had found her instead of Jack; she knew that she was in good hands now. She and Logan were inseparable; they'd known each other since before they were born. When Jack transferred to their school in fifth grade, he immediately fit in and the three of them became, as the teachers so kindly dubbed them, "the unholy triumvirate."

When they got to the house, more like mansion, Logan took her hand and led her up to his room. Rory always loved how he called it his room; it was more like his wing of the house. All of them came from New England's "old money" and their lifestyles reflected their lineage. Logan's room was equipped with a full entertainment system, including all the DVD's anyone could ever possibly want, a library/study room for him to do his homework, a huge bathroom, his bedroom which was up the stairs that were located on the far side of the living area, and a small kitchen area.

It was the perfect place for anyone to live. Logan even had his own "secret entrance" that his parents thought had been sealed for years. He had given Rory the key and her own alarm code years ago, she practically lived at his house and he at hers. In fact, they each had a section of their closets dedicated to the other, as well as a sink and cabinet in the bathroom. It made it easier when they crashed at each other's houses.

She felt herself being led to the huge wraparound couch. Logan's hand was firmly on her back, he gently pulled her down to him on the couch. She leaned against him and he instinctively put his arm around her.

Logan knew that it wouldn't be long before she was fast asleep. "Hey Ace, why don't you go take a shower and change into some of your sweats or something so your more comfortable."

Rory didn't even look up to answer him, "No Logan its ok, I wont be here that long, I'm gonna go home soon."

"Like hell you are Rory, your parents left today to go to London for two weeks, remember? Do you honestly think I'm going to let you go home to an empty house? You're staying here for at least this weekend."

She heard the finality of his voice and knew not to argue. God, I'm so lucky to have him. He knew that I needed to stay here. I swear sometimes I think he can read my mind. "ok Logan, I give in. I'll go shower and change. You know what you need to do."

Logan laughed as she got up and went to the huge walk-in closet to get her robe. He loved her personality. A few seconds after she disappeared into the bathroom she yelled out, "Logan can you turn on the bathroom area's sound system?"

"Sure Ace, what do you want on?"

"My playlist please!"

Logan went to the control console, hit a few buttons, and within a matter of seconds he heard her shout, "Thank you!"

While she was in the shower he called the number her mother had given him to get in contact. "Hey Aunt Lorelei its Logan, I just wanted to let you know that Rory is crashing here this weekend so that you didn't worry."

"Thanks Logan. I appreciate it. Not that its anything out of the ordinary, but why is she crashing at your place and why are you the one calling me?"

"Well she had a bad day and is kind of out of it right now. I didn't want her going home to an empty house and I knew that if I didn't call you she'd forget to. She isn't exactly all together at the moment."

"Logan what happened?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but I think something bad happened between her and Jack. She hasn't told me yet but I saw her running down the hall after school and he came from the same direction a minute later looking for her. I just want to get her to calm down."

"Oh man. I swear to God sometimes I want to kill that boy."

"Me too Aunt Lorelei, me too."

"Go take care of my baby, and thank you Logan."

"Your welcome, but it's not a big deal. You know I love her and would do anything for her Aunt Lorelei."

"I know Logan, and so does she. Night kid."

When Logan got off the phone, he flipped the gas fireplace on and he went to the kitchen and started making cappuccino for them. It was Rory's favorite drink and he knew that she needed all of her comforts tonight.

He heard Rory's cell phone going off in her bag. Once he heard the ring he knew who it was. Rory had a special ring for each of them. His was the theme song from "The West Wing" and Jack's was "Let's Get it Started." Logan walked over to her bag, grabbed the phone, and turned it off. He'd deal with Jack in the morning, when he wasn't so angry and ready to rip head off.

Rory turned off the water in the shower and instantly regretted it. The feeling of the water hitting her skin was soothing. She loved Logan's shower because it had an endless supply of hot water, so she could stay in the shower as long as she wanted and when she got out the water was just as hot as when she got in.

As she stepped onto the tile floor she was remembered that Logan had a heated floor. I love this house. I love that I have Logan and that he's always there for me. She slipped the terrycloth robe that Logan had gotten for her last year, it was so soft and she loved the feel of the cloth on her skin.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Logan sitting on the couch with his reading glasses on and a book in his hand. She was the only person who knew that he had reading glasses. Personally, she thought that he looked incredibly sexy in them. He had on a comfortable sweater, kakis, and his glasses; combine all that with his blond hair, and he looked amazing.

Logan could sense her standing in the bathroom doorway without even looking up. He knew what he'd see if he took his eyes off the book in his hands. Rory would be leaning against the doorframe with her white terrycloth robe on and her hair would be damp and curly. She'd look beautiful, she always did.

People who didn't know them always thought that they were dating, they certainly acted like it. He had a pet name for her, they bantered like there was no tomorrow, they were always each touching other. When they walked together in the halls at school, Logan always had his arm around her. They were perfect together.

But they would never go there. Logan especially didn't want to risk breaking her heart and then losing her friendship. He couldn't imagine a life without her. They had been together since birth; they knew things about one another that no other person knew.

After a few more moments of thinking about her, he finally questioned her, "You just gonna stand there Ace or are you gonna come here and sit with me?" He looked up at her while he was saying this and their eyes met.

She knew that he had a smirk on before she even saw his face. Logan's voice sounded a certain way when he was smirking, and right now, he sounded like that. Rory saw the look in his eyes when he took in her appearance. She loved when he looked at her like she was more than a friend. "I like the view. I'll be right over I just need to put some clothes on."

"No need to feel obligated Ace, I mean clothes aren't a necessity."

Rory rolled her eyes, "only you Logan, only you." She turned on her heel and walked into his closet. She headed toward the back where all her stuff was. She changed into her favorite clothes, Logan's long-sleeved Yale shirt, and her blue cotton shorts. Rory looked around. She had a part of a wall, a set of built in drawers with a mirror on top, and a jewelry box. She really had a permanent place in his heart and his life.

While she was in the closet she heard thunder rumble and saw lightening flash, the floor shook under her. The lights flickered and the closet plunged into darkness. She heard Logan rummaging around outside the closet doors. Then she saw a faint light coming towards her, Logan had found a candle and was coming to get her.

When he reached her, he put the candle on the shelf in front of the mirror and placed one of his hands on her waist. She felt something in the pit of her stomach. She'd always wondered what those sappy romance novels were talking about when they said "butterflies," now she knew. He gently asked, "Rory are you ok?" He took his other hand and moved the hair out of her face. She saw the concern in his eyes.

Rory placed her hands on his chest. She felt him react to her touch, he unconsciously pulled her closer to him. "I'm fine Logan. Lets get out of the closet though."

Logan picked up the candle, took her hand and led her out into the room. The fireplace was still on because it was gas powered; the room looked incredibly romantic. He brought her over to their favorite spot to sit during thunderstorms, his window seat. Logan's parents put it in when he was eight because he loved to look out the window. It wasn't a normal window seat. It was in his incredibly large bay window and was like the bottom of a couch. He had pillows on it and shelves on the walls around it. The shelves had pictures of them, their favorite books, candles, and one of the cushions in the seat lifted up to reveal a secret compartment that only Logan, Rory, and the builder knew about. Logan had asked the builder to make him something that he could hide things in, and the builder thought it was adorable and designed the hallow compartment.

The hiding place contained mementos from their lives and their favorite blanket. Rory watched as Logan opened the compartment, took out the blanket, and rearranged the pillows so that they could lie there and watch the storm. He motioned for he to come over to him. She crawled over to him and placed herself in their normal position. Logan was leaning against the cushions and she was lying between his legs with her back against his chest. He pulled the thick blanket over the two of them and wrapped his arms around her.

They laid there for a while just watching the storm. Listening to the thunder rumble and gazing as the lightening cracked and lit up the sky. Logan was unconsciously grazing the skin on her stomach as they watched. It was giving her goosebumps, but she loved it.