Late Night London Calling (Chapter Two)
Late Night London Calling
by Tenshi Noyo Ryu Taiga
Pairing & Characters: Rory/Logan, Gigi
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Summary: Rory's done. She's finally graduated from Yale. She moves to England to live with her boyfriend until he gets sent back to the States. Six months later, she gets a phone call. And a new responsibility. Will this help strengthen her relationship with Logan or tear it apart?
This is a really old fic that I stopped working on, but since I'm new to livejournal, I thought I'd post some of my other stuff ro get used to the site while I work on my new stuff. Please ignore all the mistakes.
Chapter Two:
"Rory?" Logan asked, his hand stroking her back gently
"Dead. He's dead" She whispered, cuddling into him, tears streaming down her face
Logan froze in shock, "Who, Rory? Who's dead?"
Rory just snuggled in deeper, seemingly hiding from the world. She ignored his question, or maybe she just didn't want to hear them, "I'll never get to say how sorry I am about how everything happened. I know we were closer lately, but still, I never got a chance to..." She sobbed again, arms encircling his waist
Logan just held her, murmurring words of comfort into her ears. An hour later, once her sobs died down, she rose up from her slumped position and turned to face him
"My father, Logan. He died. There was a car crash..." She trailed off, blinking back tears, "The funeral was weeks ago. Gigi, my sister. Dad put her in my care. Social Services have been trying to reach me for ages, they just recently found out I live in London and got my number"
"You're her guardian?" Logan asked cautiously
Rory nodded, "I don't know why, though. Sherry, Gigi's mother lives in Paris and Francine, our grandmother lives in Boston. Well, that's not true. I suppose I do know why. Sherry left Gigi to further her career and I can't blame dad for not trusting her. And Francine. Dad hated how he grew up, why would he put that on his daughter too." Rory said
"You're going to take care of her?" Logan said more than asked
"I... yes" She nodded. Rory looked into his eyes. If she was to care for Gigi, this would affect him as much as her.
"Alright" Logan smiled, understanding what she was silently asking
Rory grinned brightly, enveloping him into a hug that brought them back down to the bed, "Thank you" She whispered into his ear.
"I didn't do a thing" He murmurred, but by then she was already asleep.
The next morning, Logan awoke to hear Rory talking to someone. He lazily opened one eye to see her on the phone and pacing. He smirked as he saw her clothes. She wore her new Chanel clothes. A little black dress in lace, large vinyl shopper, jewelled belt in metal and glasstone pearls covered with lace, metal and black velvet ribbon bracelet with a resin camellia and soft lambskin ballerina. She had a chic uptown look going for her.
"Yes...yes, that'll be fine... one o'clock London time, I understand... Heathrow... yes, yes, I'll be there... Thank you" Rory hung up the phone and sat on the edge of the bed
"Ace?" Logan questioned
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Rory asked turning around to face him
"Not really" He said getting up, "So?"
"Oh, they're sending her on a plane with a social worker. They land at one, I'm picking them up"
"Social worker?" Logan asked running his hand through his hair a couple times.
"I dunno if this is normal or whatever, but the lady said that it was because, well, Gigi's a Hayden"
"You're a Hayden too" Logan said crossing over to her
"Yeah, I know. But, it's also because I live in another country and with my boyfriend, ya know?" Logan grinned. Rory sometimes had a British accent, but she never noticed. Her last sentence had a British lilt. Logan admitted, sometime he had an accent too, but it wasn't as strong as Rory's. And he mostly only swore like a Brit.
"Yeah, I understand" He said as he grabbed some clothes from the closet and went into the shower. As usual, Rory followed a few minutes later.
They came out, got dressed and Logan started cooking breakfast. He asked, "What are you going to do today?"
"I have no idea" Rory muttered, face down on the table, slumped over, "Normally, I'd work, but I know that I won't actually get anything done. I'll just spend the time getting nervous and freaked out"
"Come to the office with me" Logan said, setting down a cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice and a plate of eggs and sausages.
"And what would I do?" Rory asked as she started eating.
"You can help me out. Do runs, work with editors. Whatever you want to do" He said as he started eating as well.
"You sure?" She asked, scrunching her nose in disgust before downing the horrid healthy juice
"Having my girl with me for a few hours at work? Yeah, I'm pretty sure" Logan nodded laughingly.
"If you're sure" Rory said as she stood up and took a sip from her coffee mug. She walked back into the bedroom and opened the closet.
"What are you doing?" Logan asked
"Finding clothes" She muttered, flipping through and few shirts
"You're wearing clothes" He smirked as he wrapped his hands around her waist
"Normal clothes, not work clothes" She smarted
"I run the place, I don't think they're gonna care if you walk in naked... Okay, the guys will care and the girls will get jealous" Logan reiterated
"And you? You won't get jealous?" Rory asked teasingly, as she looked up at him
"No, I won't because you will NOT EVER go to work naked. EVER!" Logan growled possesively as he actually thought about and pictured it.
Rory just laughed teasingly before getting serious again, "Seriously? Would it be okay if I just went wearing this? Maybe I should change..." She trailed looking back into her closet before Logan laughed and lightly dragged her backwards slightly from where his arms were wrapped around her waist.
"I'm the boss. You're my girlfriend. I highly doubt they'll mind what you wear." He smirked before lowering his head to her neck and gently placing small butterfly kisses to it.
She moaned and turned in his arms to face him, "Are you sure?"
"Positive" He smiled before leaning down and capturing her lips. They stood there for several minutes just enjoying the kiss with no pressure or rush on them. Just an intimate meeting of their mouths, neither pushing for more.
Unfortunately, a cellphone ring interrupted their quiet moment to themselves. Logan groaned before reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his phone.
"Huntzberger" He grunted, slightly rudely into the object, "Yeah, alright. I'll be there" Logan hung up before turning and looking at his girlfriend apologetically, "Sorry, babe, we gotta go. No time to change, even if you wanted to"
She sighed before looking longingly at their shared closet. She shook her head and said, "Alright. You almost had me sold on not changing anyway"
They left the apartment and got into his car. They arrived at the office barely fifteen minutes later, due mostly to Logan's fast driving. Once an LDBer, always an LDBer, Rory thought, Always reckless, always at the edge.
They entered their floor and Rory watched as for several moments, all the workers froze at the sight of "Mr. Huntzberger". She smiled, Logan didn't even know he did it, but he commanded respect immediately, just like his father. She remembered, a while ago, when Paris was still editor at Yale. They had rushed to get the paper out, it almost hadn't happened. Logan walked in, his usual laughing self and then turned into Logan Huntzberger, newspaper heir when he yelled at Bill to pick up the yo-yo and made all those decisions that helped the paper. Rory may hate Mitchum Huntzberger, but she still respected his presence. The way he calmed everyone down by only saying a few short words. He was a horrible person, but a brilliant businessman. And Logan was just as brilliant.
He led her to his office and on his desk was a large stack of manilla folders.
"I've got two meetings. One starting in twenty minutes" Logan said grimacing at the thought of the impending boredom he was about to face.
"Poor baby" Rory smiled, laughter bubbling from her mouth.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up at the expense of your poor boyfriend" He grunted, gathering up some files.
"Oh, don't worry. I am" She smirked.
"Hah bloody hah" He droned, even though a small smile worked his way onto his lips.
"Bloody" Rory grinned as she started to look through papers again, "You are so British"
"Me?" He asked, "What about you? You get a British accent when you talk!"
"I do not!" She said indignantly as she looked up. She paused and went over what she said before her eyes widened, "Oh my gosh, I do. I had no idea"
"I know, Ace. It was cute" Logan smiled before leaning down and kissing her on her cheek. He grabbed one of the folders and sat beside her on the couch. For the next fifteen minutes all that could be heard were the squeaks of highlighters as they both edited articles and the clicks of pens as they filled out business forms.
Logan sighed and leaned back to stretch, "Alright, I have to go talk to boring old people"
Rory chuckled, "They're not old"
"But you can't deny they're boring" was Logan's parting remark, said just as he walked out the door.
Rory shook her head, well used to it by now.
She bent down over her papers and got back to work. Hours passed, she didn't notice, so absorbed in her work, was she. Rory only looked up when the door banged open loudly.
"Where is Huntzberger! Where is that jackass!" A large man asked angrily, scaring Rory.
"I'm sorry" She said, standing up, "Mr. Huntzberger is busy. Is there something I can help you with?" Rory asked professionally.
"Who the hell are you?" the strange man practically growled
"I'm Lorelai Gilmore, and you sir?" She responded calmly
"Jason Hawking." He grunted, ruffling up his hair jerkily
"And you needed to see Mr. Huntzberger why?"
"He slept with my fiancee!" the man raged
Rory stood in shock, "Excuse me?"
"He had sex with my fiancee. The woman I was going to marry and he just fucked her!" He yelled
Rory swallowed hard. No, this couldn't be true... "May I ask when?"
"A month ago, the dirty bastard! When I was away on business!"
Rory held back tears as she felt her heart breaking. He cheated on her! That jackass cheated on her... again! As if the bridesmaid incident wasn't bad enough, he had to cheat on her again! She had waited for him for a year in Yale and stupid her, she thought he had too. God, what an idiot she was. And she was right here too! She was in London with him and he still cheated on her with another woman. Maybe, if she had still been back at Yale, an ocean away, she might have understood a little. There were times when she just felt so lonely and unwanted when he wasn't there and hadn't called. And now she knew why. The jerk was probably cheating on her the whole time. She let one tear slip past her defenses and down her cheek. She choked back a quiet sob, finally catching the other man's attention
"Are you-"
As if on cue, the office doors opened again to submit a tired looking Logan wearing a slightly ruffled suit and with his hair in a disarray.
"Gods, Ace. You have no idea how much I love you and the life you have within you! I was so bored and the whole time I wished you were there to perk everything up." He said, eyes on the ground, not even noticing another man in the room.
Rory snapped to attention, back iron rod straight, anger alit in her eyes. She stalked over to Logan and he finally looked up.
"Ace?" He asked right before Rory raised her hand and slapped him hard across the cheek.
"You lying, cheating, no good bastard! You are such a fucking jerk, Huntzberger!" She screamed.
"Rory, what did I do?" He asked, shocked. His hand had gone up to gently touch the cheek she had hit.
She set her jaw, angry that he had the nerve to even ask
"I think I can answer that" Jason Hawking replied.
by Tenshi Noyo Ryu Taiga
Pairing & Characters: Rory/Logan, Gigi
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Summary: Rory's done. She's finally graduated from Yale. She moves to England to live with her boyfriend until he gets sent back to the States. Six months later, she gets a phone call. And a new responsibility. Will this help strengthen her relationship with Logan or tear it apart?
This is a really old fic that I stopped working on, but since I'm new to livejournal, I thought I'd post some of my other stuff ro get used to the site while I work on my new stuff. Please ignore all the mistakes.
Chapter Two:
"Rory?" Logan asked, his hand stroking her back gently
"Dead. He's dead" She whispered, cuddling into him, tears streaming down her face
Logan froze in shock, "Who, Rory? Who's dead?"
Rory just snuggled in deeper, seemingly hiding from the world. She ignored his question, or maybe she just didn't want to hear them, "I'll never get to say how sorry I am about how everything happened. I know we were closer lately, but still, I never got a chance to..." She sobbed again, arms encircling his waist
Logan just held her, murmurring words of comfort into her ears. An hour later, once her sobs died down, she rose up from her slumped position and turned to face him
"My father, Logan. He died. There was a car crash..." She trailed off, blinking back tears, "The funeral was weeks ago. Gigi, my sister. Dad put her in my care. Social Services have been trying to reach me for ages, they just recently found out I live in London and got my number"
"You're her guardian?" Logan asked cautiously
Rory nodded, "I don't know why, though. Sherry, Gigi's mother lives in Paris and Francine, our grandmother lives in Boston. Well, that's not true. I suppose I do know why. Sherry left Gigi to further her career and I can't blame dad for not trusting her. And Francine. Dad hated how he grew up, why would he put that on his daughter too." Rory said
"You're going to take care of her?" Logan said more than asked
"I... yes" She nodded. Rory looked into his eyes. If she was to care for Gigi, this would affect him as much as her.
"Alright" Logan smiled, understanding what she was silently asking
Rory grinned brightly, enveloping him into a hug that brought them back down to the bed, "Thank you" She whispered into his ear.
"I didn't do a thing" He murmurred, but by then she was already asleep.
The next morning, Logan awoke to hear Rory talking to someone. He lazily opened one eye to see her on the phone and pacing. He smirked as he saw her clothes. She wore her new Chanel clothes. A little black dress in lace, large vinyl shopper, jewelled belt in metal and glasstone pearls covered with lace, metal and black velvet ribbon bracelet with a resin camellia and soft lambskin ballerina. She had a chic uptown look going for her.
"Yes...yes, that'll be fine... one o'clock London time, I understand... Heathrow... yes, yes, I'll be there... Thank you" Rory hung up the phone and sat on the edge of the bed
"Ace?" Logan questioned
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Rory asked turning around to face him
"Not really" He said getting up, "So?"
"Oh, they're sending her on a plane with a social worker. They land at one, I'm picking them up"
"Social worker?" Logan asked running his hand through his hair a couple times.
"I dunno if this is normal or whatever, but the lady said that it was because, well, Gigi's a Hayden"
"You're a Hayden too" Logan said crossing over to her
"Yeah, I know. But, it's also because I live in another country and with my boyfriend, ya know?" Logan grinned. Rory sometimes had a British accent, but she never noticed. Her last sentence had a British lilt. Logan admitted, sometime he had an accent too, but it wasn't as strong as Rory's. And he mostly only swore like a Brit.
"Yeah, I understand" He said as he grabbed some clothes from the closet and went into the shower. As usual, Rory followed a few minutes later.
They came out, got dressed and Logan started cooking breakfast. He asked, "What are you going to do today?"
"I have no idea" Rory muttered, face down on the table, slumped over, "Normally, I'd work, but I know that I won't actually get anything done. I'll just spend the time getting nervous and freaked out"
"Come to the office with me" Logan said, setting down a cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice and a plate of eggs and sausages.
"And what would I do?" Rory asked as she started eating.
"You can help me out. Do runs, work with editors. Whatever you want to do" He said as he started eating as well.
"You sure?" She asked, scrunching her nose in disgust before downing the horrid healthy juice
"Having my girl with me for a few hours at work? Yeah, I'm pretty sure" Logan nodded laughingly.
"If you're sure" Rory said as she stood up and took a sip from her coffee mug. She walked back into the bedroom and opened the closet.
"What are you doing?" Logan asked
"Finding clothes" She muttered, flipping through and few shirts
"You're wearing clothes" He smirked as he wrapped his hands around her waist
"Normal clothes, not work clothes" She smarted
"I run the place, I don't think they're gonna care if you walk in naked... Okay, the guys will care and the girls will get jealous" Logan reiterated
"And you? You won't get jealous?" Rory asked teasingly, as she looked up at him
"No, I won't because you will NOT EVER go to work naked. EVER!" Logan growled possesively as he actually thought about and pictured it.
Rory just laughed teasingly before getting serious again, "Seriously? Would it be okay if I just went wearing this? Maybe I should change..." She trailed looking back into her closet before Logan laughed and lightly dragged her backwards slightly from where his arms were wrapped around her waist.
"I'm the boss. You're my girlfriend. I highly doubt they'll mind what you wear." He smirked before lowering his head to her neck and gently placing small butterfly kisses to it.
She moaned and turned in his arms to face him, "Are you sure?"
"Positive" He smiled before leaning down and capturing her lips. They stood there for several minutes just enjoying the kiss with no pressure or rush on them. Just an intimate meeting of their mouths, neither pushing for more.
Unfortunately, a cellphone ring interrupted their quiet moment to themselves. Logan groaned before reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his phone.
"Huntzberger" He grunted, slightly rudely into the object, "Yeah, alright. I'll be there" Logan hung up before turning and looking at his girlfriend apologetically, "Sorry, babe, we gotta go. No time to change, even if you wanted to"
She sighed before looking longingly at their shared closet. She shook her head and said, "Alright. You almost had me sold on not changing anyway"
They left the apartment and got into his car. They arrived at the office barely fifteen minutes later, due mostly to Logan's fast driving. Once an LDBer, always an LDBer, Rory thought, Always reckless, always at the edge.
They entered their floor and Rory watched as for several moments, all the workers froze at the sight of "Mr. Huntzberger". She smiled, Logan didn't even know he did it, but he commanded respect immediately, just like his father. She remembered, a while ago, when Paris was still editor at Yale. They had rushed to get the paper out, it almost hadn't happened. Logan walked in, his usual laughing self and then turned into Logan Huntzberger, newspaper heir when he yelled at Bill to pick up the yo-yo and made all those decisions that helped the paper. Rory may hate Mitchum Huntzberger, but she still respected his presence. The way he calmed everyone down by only saying a few short words. He was a horrible person, but a brilliant businessman. And Logan was just as brilliant.
He led her to his office and on his desk was a large stack of manilla folders.
"I've got two meetings. One starting in twenty minutes" Logan said grimacing at the thought of the impending boredom he was about to face.
"Poor baby" Rory smiled, laughter bubbling from her mouth.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up at the expense of your poor boyfriend" He grunted, gathering up some files.
"Oh, don't worry. I am" She smirked.
"Hah bloody hah" He droned, even though a small smile worked his way onto his lips.
"Bloody" Rory grinned as she started to look through papers again, "You are so British"
"Me?" He asked, "What about you? You get a British accent when you talk!"
"I do not!" She said indignantly as she looked up. She paused and went over what she said before her eyes widened, "Oh my gosh, I do. I had no idea"
"I know, Ace. It was cute" Logan smiled before leaning down and kissing her on her cheek. He grabbed one of the folders and sat beside her on the couch. For the next fifteen minutes all that could be heard were the squeaks of highlighters as they both edited articles and the clicks of pens as they filled out business forms.
Logan sighed and leaned back to stretch, "Alright, I have to go talk to boring old people"
Rory chuckled, "They're not old"
"But you can't deny they're boring" was Logan's parting remark, said just as he walked out the door.
Rory shook her head, well used to it by now.
She bent down over her papers and got back to work. Hours passed, she didn't notice, so absorbed in her work, was she. Rory only looked up when the door banged open loudly.
"Where is Huntzberger! Where is that jackass!" A large man asked angrily, scaring Rory.
"I'm sorry" She said, standing up, "Mr. Huntzberger is busy. Is there something I can help you with?" Rory asked professionally.
"Who the hell are you?" the strange man practically growled
"I'm Lorelai Gilmore, and you sir?" She responded calmly
"Jason Hawking." He grunted, ruffling up his hair jerkily
"And you needed to see Mr. Huntzberger why?"
"He slept with my fiancee!" the man raged
Rory stood in shock, "Excuse me?"
"He had sex with my fiancee. The woman I was going to marry and he just fucked her!" He yelled
Rory swallowed hard. No, this couldn't be true... "May I ask when?"
"A month ago, the dirty bastard! When I was away on business!"
Rory held back tears as she felt her heart breaking. He cheated on her! That jackass cheated on her... again! As if the bridesmaid incident wasn't bad enough, he had to cheat on her again! She had waited for him for a year in Yale and stupid her, she thought he had too. God, what an idiot she was. And she was right here too! She was in London with him and he still cheated on her with another woman. Maybe, if she had still been back at Yale, an ocean away, she might have understood a little. There were times when she just felt so lonely and unwanted when he wasn't there and hadn't called. And now she knew why. The jerk was probably cheating on her the whole time. She let one tear slip past her defenses and down her cheek. She choked back a quiet sob, finally catching the other man's attention
"Are you-"
As if on cue, the office doors opened again to submit a tired looking Logan wearing a slightly ruffled suit and with his hair in a disarray.
"Gods, Ace. You have no idea how much I love you and the life you have within you! I was so bored and the whole time I wished you were there to perk everything up." He said, eyes on the ground, not even noticing another man in the room.
Rory snapped to attention, back iron rod straight, anger alit in her eyes. She stalked over to Logan and he finally looked up.
"Ace?" He asked right before Rory raised her hand and slapped him hard across the cheek.
"You lying, cheating, no good bastard! You are such a fucking jerk, Huntzberger!" She screamed.
"Rory, what did I do?" He asked, shocked. His hand had gone up to gently touch the cheek she had hit.
She set her jaw, angry that he had the nerve to even ask
"I think I can answer that" Jason Hawking replied.