A/N: Okay, I know I haven't updated in ages and ages, and I'm sorry. I had thought about kind of ending it there, but then I thought this would be more fun. So this will guarantee at least another three chapters, and they will be up soon, I promise! Reviews are always lovely! They make my day, and they make me write more. Please forgive me for taking such a long break, so here you go. :)
Disclaimer: I don't owl Gilmore Girls or the characters (but wouldn't it be fabulous if I did?).
Logan opened his eyes suddenly, wondering what this feeling of anxiety, of dread, of sheer terror that had washed over him was. He waited a moment, his eyes taking in the blackness of the room he was in before it all came rushing back to him.
He was in London. He had been rescuing Rory, who had been kidnapped. He had tried to fight them off, hoping to let her escape.
His memory was coming to him in flashes. There was a knife, battered and beaten like it'd been run over by a train.
A man. Vaguely familiar. Someone who made him feel hate. Eric.
Being surrounded by so many people, hope that things would turn out alright vanishing.
A loud noise, a door being kicked open. Policemen, and Paris, looking like she had missed her calling as a crusader as she led the police towards the men.
He wondered if it was all a dream until he remembered seeing Rory.
Rory, looking pale and scared, her eyes looking to him to make her safe again.
And now, looking around him in the darkness, he realized that he hadn't.
Rory paced, not bothering to look at anything, just thinking, trying to figure out what to do, trying to figure out how to fix things.
"Hey, Rory! Stop pacing!" Paris screeched. "You're making me nervous, and I can't be nervous. Because if I'm nervous, then I would have to go to my craft table, and do you see a craft table here? 'Cause I don't! All I see is a room full of people who can't even manage to go along with the freaking plan and keep it together!" She scowled at the police officers around the station. They had stayed there for the past few hours, trying to give the police any clues they could possibly think of.
A few of them glanced at her, but most of them ignored her. In the four hours they'd been there, most of the station had heard several insults, expletives, and rather uncalled for name-calling.
"I'm going home," said Mitchum, standing up from his post near the front of the station. He'd been eager to leave since he'd gotten there, but Rory had made him stay, grilling him for anything that might lead them to where Eric had taken Logan.
During the scuffle, the men that had been working with Eric had surrounded Rory and Logan. One of them had knocked her out of the way, and then she remembered seeing Logan for a brief second before he had vanished. When the mess had cleared and the men had been handcuffed, Logan and Eric were nowhere to be found.
Eric had taken Logan in the midst of everything, and had managed to pull Rory away from him once again.