What the Doctor Ordered
"Come on, Ace. I have coffee, I have orange juice, and I have various breakfast pastries." Logan knows how to handle an under-the-weather Gilmore girl.
Fluffy Rory/Logan written for Em Meredith. So go blame her.
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"Go away, Huntzberger," Rory's muffled voice came from behind her closed bedroom door.
Logan leaned on the doorframe. "Come on, Ace. I have coffee, I have orange juice, and I have various breakfast pastries. I haven't seen you in three days, I'm not worried about you being contagious, and I promise not to laugh at your red nose and cake PJs." He turned his head and winked at Paris, who rolled her eyes, shouldered her bookbag, and exited through the main suite door.
The bedroom door swung open and he was faced with a very disheveled, very sick, very pissed-off Rory Gilmore. "They're frog PJs, actually. And I am not contagious."
"Then you won't mind me coming in," Logan replied, breezing past Rory into her bedroom. He cocked an eyebrow at her bed, which was covered with notebooks, schoolbooks, her laptop, and a jumbo size box of Kleenex. "Here’s a little tip, Ace - being sick generally means a few days of sleeping and watching movies and absolutely no schoolwork."
"Right. Have you met me?" Rory replied, flopping back down onto her propped-up pillows.
Logan set the bakery bag and drink carrier down on Rory's desk. Grabbing the largest cup of coffee out of the carrier, he crossed over to Rory's bed and dangled the cup in front of her face. "Everybody needs a break, even you."
She sighed, smiled weakly, and accepted the coffee. "Thank you, Logan."
"Sincere gratitude? Why, I'm shocked." They smirked at each other. He leaned down slightly and tucked an errant piece of hair behind her ear. "So, donut, bagel, or Danish, what'll it be?"
She shook her head. "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm really not hungry right now. I'm just really, really tired, and this all just isn't making any sense." She swept her hand to indicate the open textbooks in front of her.
"Cold meds will do that to you," he said, shedding his leather jacket and hanging it on her bedpost. "Move over a bit." Rory shifted on the bed to make room for him, setting her coffee on the bedside table. He settled in against her pillows, kicking his shoes off onto the floor. Softly tugging on Rory's arm, he pulled her to him so her back was leaning on his chest. "So, which professor am I buying off today?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha," she said dryly, followed by a coughing fit. He tightened his arm around her stomach, overcome by an unexpected feeling of protectiveness. When her coughing died down, she turned her head to look at him. "You’re being uncharacteristically sweet today. Should I be worried?"
"Nah. Just don't let word spread too far, I've become quite fond of being known as a jackass."
"No tell-all journal entries in the Daily News, got it." She sighed. "I have so much work to do," she said, reaching for the nearest notebook. He plucked it out of her hands.
"Politics and the Media," he read aloud. "Test soon?"
"Monday."
He flipped open the notebook with one hand. "Just tell me where to start."
"You're going to read my notes to me?"
"Yes, I am."
Rory chuckled disbelievingly. "Weird, but I'm too tired to argue. Marth 7th."
She settled in closer to him, laying her head back on his shoulder, as he began to read.
She was out like a light by March 11th. Logan set the notebook aside, pulled the covers up to her shoulders, and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the pillows. Being Rory Gilmore's boyfriend – never boring, definitely has its upsides.
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