Disclaimer: I don't really know who exactly owns Gilmore Girls anymore… but I do know that I do not. So, be nice, don't sue.

A/N: Viola! Edited version…

Rory stood in the middle of her new house, she should be excited, somehow though, she was overcome with dread.

Rory placed a photo of Lane on the wall trying to make the pool house look more like a home. Right now with the way that all the boxes were piled everywhere and the way items were strewn over the floor it just looked like a rich persons storage room.

However, it was a really nice storage room.

There were old fashioned couches with claw like feet, wallpaper fit for the 1800th century. A pool table was in the corner with a bright ceiling light spotlighting it. In the middle of the room lay a rather large oriental rug draped over the floor like a cape, it made the room look like it possessed magical powers. The rug could be a magic carpet, but there was nothing magical in this room. There was a large book shelf lining half of one wall with perfectly polished books on it. Typical. The room consisted of earth tones and whites mostly, it was nice, but not Rory's sort of nice. Rory loved rooms with leopard print rugs and dust bunnies, she was a big fan of organized chaos. This room was just to polished for Rory Gilmore.

Rory tilted the picture of Lane to the left. The angle was wrong, she moved it to the right. The angle was still wrong. She went along with this ritual for about five minutes before giving in and dropping the picture on the floor.

The framed photo looked perfect thrown carelessly on the ground.

Satisfied, she sat down too watch television. At least she had digital cable.

-.-.-.-.-

Rory woke up to the voice of Jay Leno. Groggily, she groped around for the remote and hit the off button. She threw the remote to the floor and closed her eyes again. Rolling to the left, she felt her foot hit something, seconds later she heard something topple to the ground. Hesitantly, sat up and tapped the touch lamp to get some light in the eerie room. The light came on faintly causing a creepy glow to flood across the floor. There were dark corners untouched by the light, where chairs and end tables sat lonely, unused. In other corners she could see absolutely nothing, it made her feel as though she was staring into a bottomless pit; a black hole. She felt as though she was in a horror movie, staying in the creepy old mansion with the creaking floorboards. She wouldn't be surprised if someone had died in this room and it was now inhabited by ghosts and spirits. Rory didn't dare to think of what the other rooms could possibly look like in the dark. This room gave her chills, and she wasn't one to get frightened easily.

Rory let the blanket slide to her feet and with a yawn stood up. She staggered a few steps and then walked over to the clock half asleep. 3:30 A.M on the dot.

Grandma and Grandpa were surely asleep, and Rory felt alone awake. She'd never been the last one awake, Logan was a night owl, Paris had always been awake typing away in her bedroom into the late hours, and Lorelai had often been up prank calling the shopping network.

Rory felt a chill thinking about being all alone in the dark, but knew how childish it was. So she wrapped her arms tighter around her petite body and tried to devise a plan.

She could not stay in this annoyingly perfect house. Her mom would take her, but Rory really could not face her mom right now. Lane was living with Zach and Zach would refuse to take her, since he didn't like sharing his food and hot water. Paris was out of the question. If she moved in with Luke, he would surely bound, gag her, and Fed-Ex her back to Yale in a garbage bag. Logan was with his parents for the summer and Rory had no desire of dealing with his big, happy family. But, she needed too leave. Running away was looking like a pretty promising option right now. She needed to get away from the life she'd planned out for herself, without Yale she was feeling worse then ever.

She couldn't, wouldn't however run away alone. If she did that she would be worrying about a lot more then things that went bump in the night.

Rory needed somebody spontaneous, and risky, someone who she wouldn't have to drag kicking and screaming. Someone who would be as excited as she was.

She needed Logan

Logan! He was the perfect candidate for this spur of the moment type of thing. So full of risks, and scares, and life.

And she couldn't wait to tomorrow to put her plan into action, it was now or never (if she waited until daylight the spontaneity of it would be ruined, and her plan could be thwarted).

Rory stumbled through the mess that was her home over to the phone excitedly, and dialed Logan's number.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello." The voice on the other end of the phone slurred. The voice was deep and husky, it sounded a bit like a growl.

Rory paused and arched her eyebrows. "Hello?" She asked hesitantly.

"Hello doll." The man on the other end of the phone had a flirtatious, drunken tone in his voice. This certainly was not Logan.

Rory hung up the phone with a quick slam. She composed herself before picking it back up and calmly dialing Logan's number, hoping that she got it right this time.

"Hullo." Sighed Logan's voice, sounding groggy. He had that just-out-of-sleep tone.

"Come to my Grandparents Pool house, bring 1,000 dollars and pack your stuff: clothes, toiletries, all those other girly things you use." Rory ordered him, straight to the point.

"Wait, girly things?" Logan asked, the sleepy-tone had seeped out of his voice. Rory had no time to answer him. He bounced to another subject, "Why the hell are you calling me, Ace?" There was a pause in which Rory imagined Logan checking the clock. "At three thirty-four AM in the morning no less?"

"Should I start at the beginning?" Rory paused waiting for a reply, she didn't get one. So, she took that as a cue to go on, or a sigh that Logan had perhaps fallen asleep. "I can't live here Logan, it is awful. I woke up and the black hole was staring at me. I feel like I'm in some horror movie and any second someone is going to grab me from behind. So, I'm doing something about it.

"Pack your stuff, bring one-thousand dollars, drive over here right now and do not let my grandparents hear you." Rory said barely stopping for a breath; no backing out now. She took a deep breath, filling her air-deprived lungs with fresh oxygen.

"Ace…"

"Before you try to talk me out, let me tell you that Gilmore's don't react well to the word no. It's in our genes."

"Why are you doing this?"

Silence.

"Ace?"

"Because, I need to do something, Logan. I already told you. Blame it on the things in this pool house that go bump in the night." Rory said quietly, a lie woven in with the truth.

"I have you turning into bad girl Ace." He sounded mildly proud about it.

"So?" Rory asked, she bit her lip waiting for a response.

"I'll be right there."