AN: Look everyone, I'm still here. No more disappearing acts from me.

This chapter is much less angsty then the last two, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

"Do you need anything?" Logan asked, breaking the awkward silence in the hospital room. "An extra pillow? Are you hungry?"

Rory shook her head. "Just tired. I think the pain meds are messing with my stomach."

"Well I can get a nurse," Logan immediately started to stand up. "Maybe she can give you something to settle it."

"No, Logan," Rory grabbed his hand. "I'm not nauseous, I just don't have an appetite. Please stay."

"Of course." He sat back down in the chair. He felt so helpless. Lorelai had said Rory needed him, but it didn't feel that way. There didn't seem to be anything he could do for her, even just hold her as she cried. She hadn't cried at all.

They both pretended to watch TV, not knowing what to say to one another.

"Hey, hey, look who's here," an Australian accent interrupted the sounds of Anderson Cooper. He entered, carrying a bouquet of flowers and a giant teddy bear. "Did you miss me, Love?"

"Of course she didn't, she's sick, not crazy," Colin piped in, emerging through the door. "How ya feeling, Gilmore?"

"Been better," Rory answered with a weak, but genuine smile.

"How about now?" Sue bounced into the room. "Do you feel any better now?"

"Maybe a touch," Rory's smile grew.

"I know you didn't think you were gonna check out on me," Sue scolded playfully as she plopped down on the edge of Rory's bed. "There's no way I'd be able to handle these three all by myself." She motioned to the men.

I'm not sure I'm going to be much help in my weakened state." Rory let out an involuntary chuckle, then grasped at her stomach in pain. "Oof."

"Well, then you better hurry up and get better."

Logan had taken the flowers and was putting water in a vase for them. Sue grabbed the giant teddy bear from Finn. "Look, we brought you Rosey. Something this big and cuddly has got to shave at least two days off your recovery."

"Thanks, she's very…" Rory searched for an appropriate adjective. "…Fuzzy"

"He," Sue corrected. "Rosey is short for Roosevelt. Don't you know that teddy bears are named after Theodore Roosevelt?"

"I thought they were named after Theodore Bikel." Finn piped in. "I mean, the man was just so cute and cuddly."

"And with a voice like an angel," Colin added. "He can sing me Sunrise, Sunset any day."

"Is this the little girl I carried," Finn crooned out.

"Is this the little boy at play..." Colin's pitchy voice continued.

"You two are no Theordore Bikel," Logan told his friends. "And this is a hospital room. Rory needs her rest."

"It's fine, Logan. I'm glad they're here."

"Yeah, we're just trying to cheer her up, Man," Colin defended.

"If you don't like my singing, I could do my 'Passion of the Christ' for you instead," Finn suggested.

"Nooooooo," everyone in the room groaned in unison.

"Wow, way to bruise a man's ego. I'm wounded." Finn clutched at his chest dramatically. "I'm not sure I want to stay now."

"Good. You should go; and take Logan and Colin with you."

"What?" Logan turned to face the redhead.

"I said get out," Sue told him with a smile. "Rory and I need some girl time."

"You can't kick me out of my own fiancé's hospital room." He turned to Rory looking for support. "Tell her I'm staying."

"Hey, don't look at me," Rory held her hands up in a defenseless gesture. "I can't even go to the bathroom by myself, let alone control who comes and goes from this room." The truth was, she kind of did want him to leave. She loved that he wanted to be there for her, but while he was there physically, his mind was a million miles away. They had sat together in that hospital room in awkward silence for hours. Logan was doing the noble thing by standing by her; that was just the kind of man that he was. But Rory could tell he was bothered by her reaction to losing the baby. She needed a break from feeling like she was letting him down.

"Have you even eaten at all today, Logan?" Sue asked more seriously.

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat something," Sue scolded. "Just let Colin and Finn take you for a quick dinner. I'll be right here with Rory the whole time."

Logan looked back and forth from the redhead to the brunette, and realizing that he was not going to get any help from the later, he relented.

"I'll be back in half an hour," he huffed as he turned and walked towards the door.

"Bye, Rory. I'm glad you're doing alright," Colin said.

"Ta ta, Love. Don't miss me too much," Finn added as they followed Logan out of the room.

Sue got up off the bed and peaked out the door, watching them walk away. After a few seconds, she returned and sat down in the chair Logan had been in when they'd first arrived.

"Thank god, I thought they'd never leave. There's something I've been dying to tell you."

Rory gave her friend a glare. "You realize I almost did die, right?" she deadpanned.

"Sorry," Sue cringed. "Bad choice of words."

Rory smiled to let Sue know she wasn't really mad. "So, what's this super-secret matter you needed to discuss?"

Sue took one more quick glance at the door to make sure they were really gone before blurting out, "I slept with Finn."

"I'm sorry, these pain meds they have me on must have affected my hearing. It sounded like you said you'd slept with Finn!"

"Pain meds wouldn't mess up your hearing. Antibiotics might," Sue replied nonchalantly. "But your hearing's fine anyhow. You heard me perfectly."

"You slept with Finn?"

"Please, it's not like we haven't been dancing around each other for months."

"Yeah, but…it's Finn! Flirting is one thing, but I can't believe you actually let him seduce you."

"Oh please. What do you take me for? I seduced him."

"How did this even happen? When did this happen? I'm unconscious for half a day and you sleep with Finn?"

"My apartment flooded, and you and Logan were in Connecticut. I needed a place to stay."

"And you thought an appropriate host gift was your vagina?"

"Rory Gilmore!" Sue gasped, feigning shock. "High five on the single entendre." She held up her hand for Rory to slap. Rory just glared at her. Sue rolled her eyes and took her hand back. "Fine. We were watching a movie. Finn was being a total gentleman, but Little Finn was clearly having the feels. And by the way, Little Finn—not so little."

"Ugh," Rory cringed.

Sue ignored her and continued on. "So anyhow, the movie was over and we were cleaning up. There was a moment and I was horny and…" Sue shrugged. "I went for it."

"Oh my god," Rory groaned. "Are you insane? I can't believe you had sex with Finn! The man hasn't been in a relationship that's lasted more than four days in…well…ever."

"I'm not looking for a relationship. I just got out of a five year one. I just wanted to get laid. And Finn is H.O. double T, hott!"

"Right, because the friends with benefits thing always goes as planned," Rory snarked. "No one ever falls in love and gets their heart broken…then falls back in love years later and winds up in the hospital with a ruptured fallopian tube."

"I'm not you, and Finn's not Logan. And even if we were, there are worse ways to turn out—ectopic pregnancy notwithstanding. You guys are perfect together."

"I'm not so sure Logan's on the same wavelength as you with that right now," Rory mumbled.

"Umm, you mean the man who had be dragged from your side kicking and screaming a few minutes ago?"

"He's here, but he's not here, Sue. He can barely look me in the eye. We've hardly said two words to each other all day. He's upset with me."

"For not implanting your embryo in the right spot?" Sue asked skeptically.

"Yes, no…I mean, obviously it's not my fault I had a miscarriage, I know that. And I know that he knows that. It's just…I didn't want it." Rory whispered the last part.

"The baby?"

Rory nodded her head, her eyes filling with tears. "He took it so well when I told him I thought I was pregnant. Too well. And then when I got my period, or what I thought was my period, he seemed…disappointed. But I wasn't. I wasn't disappointed. I was relieved! I had been praying not to be pregnant. I always thought I wanted a family but…the reality of it happening-I didn't want it. I still don't want it. I know I should be more upset. It was my baby. I should have loved it no matter what. Even if I wasn't ready for it. I mean, is any Mom ever really ready? But they love their baby no matter what. But not me. I just feel…nothing. And Logan knows. He knows I never wanted this baby and he sees that I'm not upset and…" Rory's words fizzled out in a sob.

"Hey," Sue leaned forward in her seat and laid her hands over Rory's. "First of all, do NOT be ashamed for how you feel. You're 23. You're not even married yet. You just moved and got a huge new job. Of course you didn't want to be pregnant yet. So yeah, a part of you is relieved. You're relieved your whole future isn't going to go spiraling off course. You're relieved that you didn't lose the whole life you had planned in your head. That doesn't mean you don't care. Your brain needs to catch up with the fact that you were pregnant at all before you can mourn that fact that you're not. But you will get there. You're not broken or a terrible person, you're just not ready. And second, Logan loves you. I know you were unconscious for it and all, but that boy was an absolute wreck."

"I know. When I woke up he was crying. Crying, Sue! He was so upset about the baby and all I can cry about is that my boyfriend doesn't love me enough," Rory sniffled.

"He was crying over you, you idiot. Yes, he was upset about the baby too, but that was nothing compared to his worry over you. He was terrified you wouldn't be okay. He was terrified you would be okay but that you would be devastated and he wouldn't know how to help you. All he thought about was how he was going to tell you, and how you were going to take it. So yeah, maybe he was upset that you weren't more upset, but that's because he'd spent all night figuring out how he was going to help you through this. And now, maybe he feels like you don't need his help. Let him help you, Rory."

"He shouldn't have to take care of me."

"He wants to take care of you. I like Logan, but the man has got an ego the size of a small country. He needs to feel important and maybe right now he doesn't. Let him in, Rory. You trusted me enough to tell me how you felt. You have to trust him."

Rory sniffled, wiping away her tears. "Damn you for making so much sense. There's just one thing I don't get…"

"What?"

"How can someone so smart about relationships sleep with Finn?"

"I need to stay close so we're going to have to eat in the cafeteria," Logan informed his friends as they got off the elevator on the main floor of the hospital."

"Caf-e-ter-ia?" Finn sounded out the word. "I'm not sure I understand. What is this café-teri-a you speak of?"

"We can't eat in the hospital, Logan," Colin added. "It smells like sick people in here and the cafeteria workers wear hairnets. I can't eat food made by somebody in a hairnet."

"You'd rather eat food with hair in it?"

"Ugh! Seriously, we need to go somewhere with at least a "B" rating by the health department."

"I get it, Colin, cafeterias are beneath you…"

"Well yeah. Even in five years of Yale I never stepped inside one. I don't fancy breaking my streak now."

"I did," Finn piped in. "But it wasn't to eat. Well," he added with a wicked grin, "there was some chocolate sauce consumed."

Logan's lips quirked up at the edges as a memory popped into his head.

"What are we doing?"

"We're getting ice cream."

"But the dining hall's closed. We're breaking in."

"That's a very negative way of looking at it."

"How do you have a key to the dining hall?"

"I know a lot of very powerful locksmiths."

Logan tried unsuccessfully to squash the burgeoning smile before the boys noticed.

"Seriously?" Colin asked. "That gets a smile out of you? That's disgusting, Logan."

"What? No…yes…no…I mean…" Logan stammered. The thought of Finn and some redhead having sex in the Yale dining hall was gross. Then again, who was he to judge? He and Ace had had a very good night that night—boring play aside. Some things should stay private for everyone's benefits though.

"Ahh! I think our dear Logan is remembering his own chocolate sauce experience," Finn filled in the blanks.

"See, this is why I don't eat in cafeterias." Colin groaned, rubbing at his closed eyelids as though he could wipe away the images that had appeared beneath them. "You two are disgusting."

"Listen," Logan said, keen to change the subject. "I'm not leaving the hospital, so we either go to the cafeteria, or we turn around and go back to Rory's room."

"Well I'm certainly not going to eat anything there," Colin cringed, "But Sue was right, you need to eat something. So if you won't go anywhere else and you're willing to risk an unfortunate case of Listeria, at least you're in the right spot to treat it."

"Well, what a resounding capitulation. Thanks for the support," Logan snarked.

"Good, now that that's settled, if you two lovebirds are done bickering, the signs says the cafeteria is this way," Finn pointed down a hallway to the right.

They got to the cafeteria and Finn and Logan got in line while Colin took a seat at an empty table. Logan grabbed an apple and a turkey sandwich and placed it on his tray.

"Excuse me, I'll take a glass of your best scotch—on the rocks," Finn requested.

Logan heard the order and turned around to look at his friend who was looking straight faced at the cafeteria worker in front of him. The young woman stared back, blinking a few times, trying to figure out if the man in front of her was serious or this was some weird practical joke.

"Seriously Finn, this is a hospital" Logan hissed.

"So?" Finn asked, completely befuddled.

"So? SO?" Logan repeated. "So, people come here to get better, not give themselves liver cirrhosis."

"So you're saying there's no alcohol?"

"No, there's no alcohol."

"Well in that case, I'm with Colin," Finn harrumphed, crossing his arms defiantly. "Cafeterias suck, we need to go somewhere else."

Logan rolled his eyes at Finn's dramatics. "Just take your tray back to the table and go over-salt your food."

Finn pouted petulantly, picking up the tray and stomping off like a child who didn't get dessert. Logan paid the cashier before following behind.

He dropped his tray in front of the empty seat next to Colin and sat. Finn was already halfway through a pudding cup.

"Are you going to eat that, or is it supposed to be some sort of Installation Art piece?" Colin asked after a few minutes of Logan just staring at the tray. "Because you are the one that insisted we eat here."

"I'm not hungry," Logan repeated his earlier sentiment.

"Dude, just eat your soggy sandwich. The sooner you do, the sooner you can go back to Rory's room."

"Fine." Logan picked up the turkey on wheat and took a bite. "This is disgusting."

"Hey, I warned you."

"Actually, this hospital food isn't half bad." Finn had already finished his pudding cup and was working on a lime Jell-O.

"That's not food, Finn, that's lime flavored ground up cow hoof."

"Well someone sure is cranky today."

"Oh no, I'm not cranky," Logan bit back. "Cranky is quaint compared to me. I'm mad at the whole fucking world. You'd maybe understand that if you'd ever loved anyone."

"Hey!" Finn objected.

"Oh please, you've never even had a relationship that's lasted longer than four days."

"Well maybe I can change."

"And a fish can learn to fly."

"Oh come on, mate. It's not like you were the picture of monogamy before you met Rory."

"Rory's special."

"Well obviously. But she's not the only special sheila out there."

"I do believe the man doth protest too much," Colin butted in. "Has some lovely lady finally stolen the fair Finn's heart?"

Finn looked sheepish. "Maybe"

"Who?" Logan asked skeptically.

"None of your bloody business, that's who."

"Ooh, this sounds serious."

"Oh, rack off."

"Wow, I think you're right, Colin," Logan conceded. "Our dear friend has it bad and..." Logan trailed off as something occurred to him. "No!"

"'No' what?"

"Sue is off limits." Finn and Sue's perpetual flirting was no secret to anyone. And in all honestly, Logan wondered if Sue could be good for Finn. But Rory was more worried about the effect Finn would have on Sue. And right now, Rory's feelings trumped Finn's as far as Logan was concerned. He'd like to believe Sue would never be stupid enough to give into Finn's advances, but he wasn't so sure. The flirting was hardly one sided.

"Says who?"

"Says the woman in the hospital bed upstairs. If you hurt her best friend, she will hurt you."

"Who says I'm going to hurt her?" Finn puffed out his chest.

"Umm, every woman you've ever been with," Colin contributed.

"Well, Sue is different."

"That's what you said about Rosemary too. Then you slept with her and we never saw her again," Logan reminded his friend.

"Well that's not going to happen this time."

"How do you know that for sure?"

"Because that didn't happen this time."

"Well, look who already landed the whale! Mazel tov, Buddy," Colin offered his Australian friend a high five.

"Oh god!" Logan moaned, dropping his head on the table. Rory was going to pitch a fit when she found out. "This is a disaster."

"Oh stop being so dramatic. Sue is a big girl. She can make her own choices, and she chose me. I hardly forced her hand; on the contrary—her hands hand a mind all their own." Finn grinned wickedly.

"Please stop talking," Logan mumbled into the table.

"I'm not going to hurt her, mate," Finn replied more seriously. "I mean it this time. I think I'm ready for something more. I think I'm ready to be her—" Finn gulped uncomfortably. "—boyfriend."

"Oh yeah," Colin clapped Logan on the back and smiled broadly. "This is definitely going to be a disaster."