Crashing into You

Summary: Taking a page from Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn Rory and her best friend crash a swanky party. Set about two years after the beginning of Season Six.

I wrote this story purely for fun for me and hopefully for you. Enjoy.

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"Rory!"

"Jimmy!"

"Check this out." He flung a scrap paper at her. She uncrumpled it reading the flyer.

"The Ritz what about it?"

"Word is there's going to be one swanky party going on. We're talking caviar and open bar, well you probably know. The richest of the rich."

"Yeah ball gowns, tuxes with tails, not really all they're cracked up to be Jim trust me on that. What about it?"

"What do you think of dusting off those high society manners and crashing with me?"

"I don't know Jimmy I've washed my hands of that life."

"C'mon Ror. Hot. Rich. Girls." He practically drewled.

"You always know what I want best Jim." She rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm sure there'll be plenty hot guys for you to choose from."

"Even so I don't think I can do that Jim you know me and my aversion of all that egotistical shit."

"For me Rory. Word has it this is the ball of the year. I need my best crasher with me." He pouted and whimpered.

"Fine" she laughed. "But this is the one and only."

"One and only." He smiled.

"Where are you going to get tails?" She asked glancing back at the pile of articles she was filing. He looked left then right then back at Rory.

"Are you going to steal it from Wolfe again?"

"It's not stealing Ror its borrowing he'll never know it's missing he's got a whole closet full."

"You know there's a reason his name is Wolfe right?"

"Please, the man's like a puppy dog. What about you how are you going to be able to procure a hot little number?"

"I've got my ways." She slurred out suggestively.

"Oh you little hoochie."

She laughed. "It ain't like that, now stop bugging me I've got to finish this filing before I can leave and I need to leave soon if I'm going to be ready on time tonight."

"Right, okay I'll leave you alone pick you up at six-thirty."

Rory shook her head smiling as she continued to file the articles stopping to glean tips and writing styles to help her in her creative writing. Being the editor in chiefs assistant certainly had its perks.

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The buzzer rang and she moved to the intercom by her apartment door. "On time as always Jimmy how many times do I have to tell you a lady likes a couple extra minutes to get ready?"

"What lady?" He deadpanned into the intercom. "The only one I see is the Queen painted above the elevator doors."

"You're right and seeing as I'm no lady I don't think I can go to this high society gig."

"No, No. I'm sorry you're a fine lady, you're Princess Di, fashioning stunning looks with grace."

"Ah flattery Mr. Raine will get you almost anything. I'll be down in a minute." She stepped away from the intercom grabbed her clutch and clicked down the hall. She waited for the elevator doors to open walking into the lobby. She spotted Jim his jaw dropping at the sight of her wearing a sparkling baby blue dress cut low with a v-neck ending knee length and angling up to mid-thigh on her left leg. Her hair she wore straight down with a few pieces held back by a glittering blue beret, blue high heel Jimmy Choos finishing the glamorous outfit. She spun for him, "How do I look?"

"Damn." He whistled. "Why did I never ask you out?"

"I think it was because I kept rejecting you." She quipped. "You look quite dapper, Wolfe knows how to pick'em doesn't he."

"That he does my dear. Shall we go?" He gestured toward the door.

"Let's crash this bitch." She laughed walking outside to a waiting limousine. "Limo, wow someone went all out."

"I wanted to look the part." He reasoned.

She double looked the driver. "Greg hey." She greeted Wolfe's chauffeur as she climbed in. "Jim this is Wolfes' limo."

"I know he offered it to me after he caught me in his wardrobe."

"He caught you?" She couldn't bite back the grin splitting her lips. "What happened?"

"After I told him why I needed to borrow his tux he laughed at me for a good three minutes like you are doing right now then offered me his limo and a good luck. I don't think he believed I could get in. He didn't know that I had a secret weapon who's so hot they'd have to sick themselves if they didn't let her in."

"Aw, shucks Pacey you're hot too."

They arrived at the Ritz, climbing out of the limo, they followed several other well dressed men and women up the grand staircase. "We're definitely at the right place." Jimmy whispered. Standing at the door he crooked his arm and laying on a horrible English accent chanted "Shall we go my dear?"

"Lets" She thread her arm through his and made their way to the ballroom. They both noted security checking names off of a clipboard. Rory leaned into Jimmy's ear. "Leave this to me."

"Name." One particularly burly man asked as they stood in front of the entrance to the ballroom.

"Steffi and this is Chase Decalmonto." She grinned at the man who didn't seem to need to blink.

"No one here by that name." He possessed a very deep voice.

"Oh ha." She giggled. "We're newly married see and I haven't gotten used to saying my husband's last name isn't that right honey ooh dear my phone is vibrating just a second it might be daddy." She fished in her small clutch bag in a hurried fashion accidentally on purpose dropping it by the mans feet. "Oops sorry. Could you, if I bend over my dress might ride up and my husband would be quite jealous if anyone else saw the show." The man grunted and dipped down to grab the phone. Rory leaned forward and glanced at the clipboard, there were no checkmarks she noticed. The man wasn't checking off who came in, all she had to do was pick a forgettable name. "Thank-you so much." She took the phone from him checking the caller ID. "Wrong number." She laughed.

"Name." He spoke as if he hadn't seen them before.

"Smythe with an e."

He scanned down his list nodded his head and ushered them in. "Alright come on in." They walked in like they owned the place getting earshot away from the security man. "You did it." Jim laughed.

"Did you ever have any doubt?"

"Of course not." He grabbed two glasses of white wine off a server's tray passing one to Rory. "Wow this is insane look at all the bling these people are wearing and you left this why?"

"It's a lot less glamour when you see what's under the surface." She took a sip scanning the crowd Jim was right about this being the richest of the rich.

"Come on." Rory followed Jim through the crowd watching him ogle the glamorous women laughing at the comments he threw out about the crowds and the stiff upper backs.

"Oh shit!" She let out a muffled cry stopping dead.

"What's wrong Casper?"

"Logan Huntzberger."

"Logan Huntzberger son of newspaper mogul and your ex what about him?" She lifted a shaky finger pointing at the blonde haired man about twenty feet away from them talking animatedly to an older grey-haired man.

"Shit!" Jimmy echoed Rory's earlier sentiment. "C'mon lets go he'll find us out and well you do not need to see him."

"Too late." She gulped as Logan made his way straight for them.

"Rory" Logan smiled pulling her into a hug. "What are you doing here? Still living under the influences of your grandparents?"

"Nope actually we're crashing, don't sue us."

"Rory Gilmore crashing a party. I can't see it."

"I've grown up. This is Jim Raine, Jim, Logan Huntzberger cocky ass extraordinaire." Logan raised an eyebrow at her comment.

"I've grown up too Ror. Nice to meet you Jim and don't worry your crashing will stay quiet at least from me."

"Same here Logan, you're a lot less shiny then Rory described."

"Rory talks about me?" He asked surprised.

"Oh you know only to get ahead." She swatted at Jim. "Just kidding she'd never use anyone…like that." He laughed. "Now I see a hot blonde catching my eye so if you'll excuse me." He walked off leaving the two alone.

"So I guess that answers my next question to whether you two are an item."

"Nah Jim's just a big good goofy friend." They fell into an awkward silence each unsure of the other.

"C'mon Rory lets get a drink and catch up I wanna know what you're doing now." He broke the silence and grabbed her hand dragging her over to the bar knowing she'd bolt given the chance.

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Hey Logan it's Rory it seems like I'm always leaving a message these days just phoning to see if we're doing anything this weekend give me a call.

Hey Rory. I can't make it to see you this weekend I'm…God I never thought I'd say this studying for upcoming midterms you've had way too much of an influence Gilmore. Call me okay?

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"So let's see is the Bellini still your favourite dink?"

"You got it Huntzberger."

"We'll have a Bellini and a double gin and tonic." Logan grabbed the drinks from the bartender and walked over to an empty table. "So how've you been Ace did you land on your feet?"

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Hey Ace I haven't heard from you in a while sorry I've been so concentrated on school. Anyway I'm at your Grandparents house you evidently aren't here but the whole gang's going to Milo's Pub, give me a call or just come down.

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"Ace you made it." Logan pulled Rory down on the bench beside him placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah I did." She half smiled.

"What's up Rory? You don't seem yourself."

She turned to him her voice serious. "How much have you had to drink Logan?"

"Umm not enough to be asked that question do I have loser penned on my forehead or something?"

"No but I need to talk to you." The table echoes uhoh's. Rory squirmed feeling six interested eyes on her.

"Okay." Logan got up following Rory outside.

"Logan" She stated unsure of how to proceed.

"Rory." He countered confused.

"Ha" she laughed nervously. "It's time to go our separate ways we haven't spent much time together the last few months anyway I just feel like we need to break up as a couple. You should focus on your schooling and I need to get my life in order." She sighed out the last few words ashamed and confused about where she was heading.

"I don't know what to say Rory this isn't what I wanted to happen you mean a lot to me I think I may even love you, don't do this. We can work on it I'll make time."

"No" she shook her head her eyes welling with tears. "I can't do that I need to figure things out on my own we need to figure things out on our own. But I will always have a special place in my heart no matter how Titanic-cheesy that sounds." They shared a hug each holding on tight. "Do you want to come in for one last drink?" He asked when they pulled apart.

"No I better go." She walked backwards a few steps.

"I'll miss you Ace." She felt the tears fall from her cheeks but let a smile grace her features nodding to him before turning her back on him.

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She smiled at the blonde sitting across from her. "I'm happy now it's not how I pictured I'd get where I want to be but it's a hell of a lot more interesting and I'm doing it on my own terms."

"You're your mother's daughter that's for sure."

"Yes I am." She smiled proudly.

"You and your Mom you two are good now?"

"Yeah it took awhile but she finally accepted what I was doing after I moved out of Emily and Richards and into my own place, we speak regularly now."

"And what is it that you're doing?"

"Well I'm working as the editor's assistant at the Boston Carrier its not great but I get to read all the articles and it works with my night school at Boston Community College. I'm taking the journalism program there. It's an awesome course. What about you Logan did all the studying pay off?"

"Thanks to you Gilmore I earned top marks in my graduating class it didn't seem to change my father's opinion though he sent me to London, England to work at his paper there, to 'grow up.' However taking on my Rory hat I worked my ass off impressed my bosses there moved up the ladder until my father noticed which leads me to why I'm here in Boston."

"Well don't keep me in suspense Perry."

"My father is starting up a paper here and I'll be editor in chief."

"Wow Logan that's awesome!"

"It's all thanks to you Ace."

"Logan." She protested.

"I wouldn't say that if I didn't mean it. You know me."

"Whew" Jim took a seat at their table interrupting the burning tension.

"Where's your hot blonde Jimmy?" Rory asked her eyes twinkling with laughter, the moment past but not forgotten.

"With her husband I swear every one of these girls are married or engaged, Logan better tell me which one is yours, one less I'll have to be turned down by." Logan laughed joined by Rory.

"I'm here by myself my sister was supposed to join me but her plane was delayed from Seattle and she couldn't make it. I showed up to put the word out about the paper normally I try to avoid these things." He explained himself. "I can tell you that that redhead over there…" He nodded his chin toward the bar where a lone woman was ordering a drink. "…is single and looking for new meat."

"Logan you're a good man." He clapped Logan on the shoulder twinkling at Rory before leaving for the redhead. Rory and Logan sat in silence both burning to say something but not knowing what.

The Dolphin's Cry blasted from the speakers in its acoustic version and Logan abruptly sprung from his chair standing in front of Rory he outstretched his hand. "Dance with me Ace."

She looked up at him their eyes once again locking. She didn't want to take that hand knew that the moment she did she wouldn't look back. She wanted to resist. She still loved Logan she knew she did, knew it when she broke up with him knew it with every guy she had gone out with since, but she couldn't fall back on him it would be like falling backwards.

"I can't Logan." She pleaded for him to understand he didn't seem to pick up on it though.

"Come on Ace for old time's sake."

"Old times sake." She arched an eyebrow questioning his thought process.

"Okay then for new times sake. One dance Rory."

She sighed and knew she had lost. "Okay Logan." She placed her hand in his feeling the warmth of his touch spread through her body. She clasped her right in his left and her left on his shoulder; his right was wrapped around her waist. Every place he touched her glowed she wished uncontrollable for a distraction anything to keep her body from out competing her rational mind.

"So Rory." She let out a breath as he broke the silence and temporarily shut down the waging war between body and mind. "Now that we're kind of caught up on one another's lives and I'm heading a newspaper here and you're working here I want you on my staff, granted you'd have to start at the bottom facts checker small stuff but there'd be ample room to move up the ladder much faster than as the editor's assistant."

"Wow Logan that would be…wait this isn't some ploy to get me in your bed is it?"

"May I remind you I've already had you in my bed." He laughed as she blushed slightly. "In all seriousness Rory dating aside you had the work ethic of a horse and I want people like that at this paper, plus I've seen you're work. So what do you say?"

"I say yes." She answered enthusiastically. "Oh but Jim."

"What about him?"

"He'd be pissed if I left him behind."

"Well bring him to the office with his features I'll take a look and we can go from there."

"Alright." Her blue eyes twinkled in the lights. The song ended at the same moment the conversation did a weird coincidence that Rory secretly thanked. "I think I need a drink to celebrate." Rory spoke excited.

"Great minds think alike." Logan concurred making a path to the bar. They sat again at the table Rory with a long island iced tea and Logan with a scotch on the rocks. "So what's Finn up to?" Rory asked loosening up as her drink disappeared at a rapid rate.

"Finn my Australian friend has taken his dashing good looks into acting where he will soon be the hunky scheming boyfriend to Mimi Lockhart who wants revenge on Belle and her ex-husband Shawn Brady."

"What!" Rory snorted with laughter.

"His words. The thing is I can see him doing it he's always had a flair for the dramatics."

"That he has." She concurred slurping the last of her drink. "Just a sec." She grabbed her glass and clicked off for a refill. Coming back she saw Logan staring at her wide eyed. "What?" She asked sitting back in the chair.

"A little thirsty?" She ignored his slight at her and went on with her interview of sorts. "So what about Colin?"

"Ah Colin now he's done the truly unexpected he's engaged, going to be married in two months to none other than Stephanie or as you called her…"

"Gorilla girl." Rory yelped a little louder than she had anticipated.

"Right you are Bob."

"Wow Colin married. I can't see it." She shook her head vigorously the alcohol kicking in. "Finally" she breathed quietly.

"Finally?" Logan asked.

"Oh nothing. So what's Colin doing?"

"Working under his father in his firm in the insurance biz, he won't admit it but he loves it."

"Now that I can see he always seemed the most workable for me."

"Workable? I don't think that's a word Vanna."

"Oh it's a word it means to be able to commit to a job." Rory answered like she knew what she was talking about.

"Okay!?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "So what about Paris is she still scary as hell?"

"Yep." Rory laughed. "And still planning on being a doctor God help those patients." She laughed harder, Logan joining in.

"No I'm kidding Paris is still a little crazy but she's working on her people manners she's greatly improved. I don't get to talk to her much though."

"That's too bad."

"Yeah." Rory took a suck on the straw of her drink. Jim came beaming over to Rory. "So I'm going to get going. Rosanna and I are going for dessert. You okay getting home from here?"

"Yeah I've got plenty of cab fare. Go!" He sped off she yelled after him. "Don't eat too much dessert Jimmy it's bad for the stomach."

Now that Jim was gone Rory had no desire to stay with Logan with no safety buffer between them especially since she'd drunken too much. "Look Logan thanks for the job I really appreciate it. I'm going to get going I'll leave you to mingle and talk shop."

He nodded knowing he'd see Rory again he wasn't willing to let her walk out of his life again. "I'll walk you to the door." She nodded the fact he hadn't fought her decision to go made her pang for him even more, the fight between body and mind renewed once again. They walked out the doors standing at the top of the stairs. "It was good seeing you again Ace."

"You too Logan." He unexpectedly pulled Rory into a hug. She felt the fires of desire rush up and down her spine. She pushed it down with her rational mind pulling out of the hug she gave Logan a smile and turned walking down the stairs. Her body and mind still raged. Her memory played the most comforting moments with Logan; laying in his arms safe secure everything seeming conquerable, remembered the way he made her laugh and put up with her strange behaviours. Her body won. She turned on her heel Logan still stood where she'd left him. She bounded up the stairs well whatever bounded looked in heels, and then she was kissing him her arms in his hair pulling him closer to her. Their lips meeting causing fire to race down to her toes to every part of her. His hands brushing up and down her back igniting every nerve in her body. She broke the kiss panting for air her eyes filled with lust looking into his. She pulled him closer so her lips reached his ears. "Talk shop another time." She whispered, her breath playing on his neck. She felt a shiver run down his body and brushed his neck with her lips.

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