What just happened there? I turn to Colin and Finn only to see them back off carefully. "Did he just say 'welcome to the family'?" I ask carefully.

They nod. "And there is no way we're going with you to find her and tell her." Colin says quickly.

"She's dangerous when she's angry." Finn clarifies.

Turncoats. "I need to find her." I mutter. Perhaps if I manage to get there before Richard I'll be able to make her understand this wasn't my fault. The library. She sniffs books for fuck's sake. She'll be at the library.

Twenty minutes later it occurs to me that she's not in the library. I check every coffee stand and shop between there and her dorm before attempting to calm down a bit at her door. Rubbing a hand through my hair I knock on her door as loudly as I can, in case she's asleep.

When she opens the door I can't help but notice she's wearing the hottest red top. Fascinating. "Hi." She says carefully.

Maybe she doesn't know. I push into the room and nod at Gellar on the couch. "We have a problem Ace."

She closes the door and turns to face me. Have her legs always been that long? "Can it wait? Paris and I are…oh hell what do you want Logan?"

"Roommate time Gilmore!" Gellar shouts at her.

I see her attempt to calm herself down. "Tell Terrence to take roommate time and shove it up his ass Paris."

"Terrence says this is important to develop the road of our relationship!"

"Again, tell him to stick it up his ass. I have company." She turns to me. "Now, I repeat. What the hell do you want Logan?"

I grimace. "We could, you know, do this when you're not in a bad mood."

"Or we could do this now."

"Yeah. So, Bell told your grandfather about what happened in class."

She crosses her arms. Yep, angry still works for her. "How, precisely, did you find this out? Because I'm sensing a larger story here."

I shrug. "You're not going to call me a butt faced miscreant again, are you?"

Her tight, menacing smile nearly floors me. Where did she learn to do that? "If the title is appropriate. Somehow I get the impression dumb shit jackass is going to be more suited to the situation because you still haven't told me what the hell you're doing here Logan."

I flop into one of her chairs. "I think we might be engaged."

Gellar sputters next to me. "What the hell did you do now?" she asks incredulously.

"Paris, get out." Rory cuts off my reply.

"Need I remind you of the rules of roommate time?"

"Get out now, Paris." She fixes that stare on Gellar and the blonde sighs.

"You have an hour Rory." She moves about quickly, gathering her things and closing the door quietly.

"What happened?" she asks softly.

I lean back into the chair. "Okay, so to be perfectly honest, I don't remember much of the conversation. He said something about property arrangements and pre-nups and then I pretty much don't remember anything until he said 'welcome to the family'. That I remember because I checked with Finn and Colin to make sure he really said it."

"How could you let this happen?" she shouts. "I told you! I told you no good could possibly come of this stupid stunt!"

"Hey!" I pause. She doesn't have to sound so disgusted. "This is not my fault! And really, would it be so bad?"

She sighs, pressing her hands to her temples, and I stand to move in front of her. "We hardly know one another Logan. We can't get married."

I look down into her upturned eyes, and smile. "Well, you know, according to gossip, most of New England's high society thinks we've been dating for a year and a half." I pull her into a tight hug, trying to ignore how well she fits up against me.

"That's not the point. Actually engaged is very different from fake dating to get rid of the annoying, stock quoting, MBA candidate. How could you let this happen?" she repeats, sighing into my chest.

"It's not like they asked for my permission Ace." I mutter softly, beginning to lose myself in her floral scent.

She pushes back abruptly and I realize I'm cold where she was. That's never happened. "Did you confirm this absurdity with your father?" she asks quickly.

I swallow deeply. So not where I want to go right now. "Not really high on my list of priorities, no."

"Maybe you should." She moves back a bit and I see a tiny flicker in her eyes, but dismiss it.

I step towards her. "No, I'd say something stupid, he'd react badly, and the whole thing would blow up in our faces."

She nods. "Okay, but what if Grandpa didn't actually talk to your dad?"

What? I freeze in what was an attempt to pull her back against me. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" What does she know?

"I asked if it was possible my grandfather didn't find out about your ridiculous class interrupting idiocy from Bell, seeing as how he's never met the man, but rather from another source?"

I stare at her. "You conniving little witch!" I shout.

"What did you expect me to do Logan? Bend over and take it? You thrashed my class!"

"So you sent your grandfather to me talking about property arrangements and pre-nups?" I shout back. "It was a joke Rory!"

"It wasn't funny!"

"It really was." I spit.

"Not to me! That was my class Logan! And one of the things that is truly sacred to me is my education. I don't react well to provocation."

Yeah, angry really, really, really works for her. "And apparently you can't take a joke!" I pause, and move closer to her, backing her up against the wall. "This means war Gilmore." I whisper next to her face.

She smirks up at me. "Bring it on Huntzberger."

I turn and walk out the door, slamming it behind me, wondering what the hell I just got myself into.