A/N: Set the morning after Rory and Logan steal the yacht. Song is Collide by Howie Day.

The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah

The sun gently streamed through Rory's blinds. Last night she had stolen a yacht, got arrested, spent the night in jail, and came home with Logan at about 3 am after Colin and Finn had come to bail them out. Rory stole a glance at her alarm clock. The brilliant red numbers flashed 10 am. She starts to mindlessly draw circles on Logan's bare chest. His eyes flutter open. He searches her eyes with an almost invisible smile on his face. He sees that her stunning sapphire eyes are now a murky seawater color, accompanied by tears.

"Rory, Rory what's wrong?"

She blanches a bit; she can hardly remember him calling her Rory.

"Logan, we stole a yacht. That's what's wrong," she says softly, her voice filled with sorrow.

"My father's lawyers can take care of it."

"That's not the point Logan. I know they can take care of it, but I still feel miserable because of what I did and why I did it."

"Well then why did we do it?" he asks her, putting emphasis on the word we.

She gets a faraway look in her eyes.

"Because I'm not meant to be a journalist. I don't have it," she breaks, a tear slides down her face.

"What? Who told you that and what were they sniffing?" as he said the words aloud it registered in his head, a look of worry crossed his face. She stayed quiet.

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

"My… my father?" he asks weakly. All she can do it simply nod.

"Fucking asshole," she hears him mutter under his breath.

A few more tears slide down her petal soft skin. Her eyes are still the same murky color. They are still tear filled. It breaks Logan's heart to see her like this. He takes her in his arms and cradles her. He whispers into her ear.

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

"You are the best god damned journalist I've ever known, and we'll make him see it. Even the best fall down sometimes, but what separates the best is that they get back up. You, of all people, I know, can get back up and if you can't then I'll just have to lend a helping hand," he whispers softly as the tears fall at a steady pace, down her delicate, but stricken face. She can't say anything so she just sits in his arms listening to his voice and his heart beat. After a minute of silence, she breaks the quiet.

"Logan, please. Your father is a newspaper god, he knows who has it and who doesn't. I don't have it. I'm not special enough to have it," she whispers dejectedly.

I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind

"He may be the god you claim him to be, but he is just a big bully. He uses people and doesn't care who he hurts. He's just trying to change you so you fit the socialite mold. You're much more special than that. And don't believe for a minute that you're not special. You made the first impression. You never cared what my last name was or how big my trust fund was. You've seen the real me. Only someone truly special could do that. You're always on my mind and yeah it scares me shitless but you're special to me. We collide."

"Everyone falls down, but the best have the courage to get back up."

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide