Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Gilmore Girls, actors, characters, plots, etc, that would be the wonderful people at WB. Although if I did, I'm pretty sure they'd be some big changes coughChadcough. Nor do I own anything to do with 'Lady and the Tramp'. Anyway if you do feel inclined to sue me, some people have strange urges and we must accept them for who they are, I'm currently flat broke so all you will get is a used textbook, on organic chemistry.
AN: I was lying there unable to get to sleep because it was just too bloody hot and this idea came to me, hopefully you'll like it. There's Rory of course and Logan, Tristan and Finn and other people. Lorelai and Stars Hollow won't feature much though.
The chapter is for all the kids starting (back at) school today – or if you're going to my old school and don't start until Thursday (silly private schools!) - the preps are so adorable!
Chapter 1The wick burst softly into blue-yellow flame, lighting the room in a romantic glow and filling the air with a hint of vanilla. A table set for two, with Waterford crystal, expensive china and heirloom silver ware. Pink and red rose petals scattered across pristine white linen.
"Wow," she whispered, taking in the scene, amazed, "You've really outdone yourself."
"I'm not trying to hard, am I," he asked half anxiously, he tried to keep his tone light.
"No, it's beautiful," she shook her head slightly, her coffee brown hair shimmered in the subdued light, "Thank you."
And then she kissed him, entangling her slender fingers in his blonde hair. They smiled, staring longingly into each other's eyes.
"Shall we," he motioned toward the table.
"Certainly," she replied formally, affecting a British accent, before bursting into giggles.
He held her chair out for her, before serving dinner.
"You cooked?" she asked, surprised.
"Would I be ruining the mood if I said no?" he asked with a smile.
"A charming, handsome, rich, well-educated guy, but he can't cook?" she asked, feigning annoyance, "Fail!"
"I could always learn," he replied.
"Or you could employ someone."
"I choose option B," he smiled.
He opened the domed silver lid, revealing a fancy pasta dish. She smiled quietly to herself, noting that the plate had clearly been arranged by a professional chef.
"You know you really didn't have to do this. I mean I would have been fine with spaghetti and meat balls out of a can."
"I'll keep that in mind for our next anniversary," he replied dryly, "We can do the whole 'Lady and a Tramp' thing."
He poured the wine, it's colour as rich and red as the dozen long stem roses he'd given her earlier.
"To us, and a future together, Rory Gilmore," he said, holding his glass up.
"To you and I, Logan Huntzberger," she returned, they clicked their glasses together before taking a sip each.
Logan took a deep breath, about to utter three little words that for the first time in his life he would actually mean.
"Rory?" he began.
She looked up, her expression open and encouraging.
"I – "
A sharp knock at the door interrupted him and he nearly groaned out loud in frustration.
"Logan, I'm so sorry to barge in like this," Finn exclaimed, entering the suite, Colin trailed after him, they both wore worried expressions.
Rory sat back in her chair, with a soft sigh. She really liked Finn and Colin, but she and Logan needed to spend more time together, alone.
"What?" Logan almost demanded.
"There's a situation," Colin replied, shooting Finn a glance.
Finn pulled out a glossy black envelope from his jacket and handed it to Logan. Opening it, Logan tipped the contents out on to his hand. A single blood red feather floated out.
"Shit," Logan exclaimed softly.
"Exactly," Finn replied grimly.
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AN: Okay, so that ending was a bit 'Lost' (I don't own that either, heck, I don't even like it!), but it's a new story and I hope you like it. Let me know what you think… that's what the blue button is for… press it!