**This is just a short little story that I wrote hoping to get my creativity flowing again. Unlike my other 4 stories, that are sitting stagnant after almost 2 years with a lack of update, this is complete and will be posted one chapter each day for the next 5 days. Hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Gilmore Girls and its inclusive material is copyright to Amy Sherman-Palladino. No copyright infringement is intended.**

Rory wasn't sure why she was awake at such a late hour. Between the first day of classes at Yale, her grandmother's furniture invasion, and the mind-numbing conversation with the bubble-brained twins, she should have been asleep hours ago. Starring at her ceiling wasn't helping matters, so she slipped from her bed and threw on her robe, hoping a short walk would help her clear her mind and finally get some sleep.

The door gave a soft creak she hoped wouldn't wake Paris as she left the common area and emerged into the hallway. Turning towards the double doors that would lead outside, she nearly fled back into her room. There on the ground was a guy sleeping, totally nude. She thought about leaving him alone and rushing back to bed, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She knew how embarrassed she would be if it were her. She was plenty embarrassed, and she was just the witness.

Gathering her courage, she tiptoed over to the unconscious man. His dark hair was mussed as if he had just crawled out of bed, but considering his current sleeping arrangements, a bed wasn't the cause. Gathering the belt of her robe in her hand she slapped him lightly on the shoulder before jumping back. He twitched in his sleep, but otherwise remained blissfully unaware. Stepping forward once more she hit him more forcefully, hoping she wouldn't have to actually touch him.

The second hit seemed to do the trick as he lifted his head, looking around at the corridor before settling on her, "Hello, Love. What's your name?"

She looked around for a second, not sure what to do. She figured running away from the naked stranger wasn't very nice, so timidly, she replied, "I'm Rory."

He gave her a devilish grin that she was sure worked on most women and stood up, completely uncaring about his current state of undress, "Well, Rory, you wouldn't happen to know where I've left my pants would you? It seems I've lost them."

She could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as she struggled to look anywhere but at the naked Australian in front of her, "Um…no…I don't. You were just…here." She gestured to the floor.

"Don't be shy, Love." She could hear the amusement in his voice, "It's just a little skin."

"Well to you it might just be skin, but to anyone that's walked by since you've been passed out, you're going to be known as 'The Naked Guy' which is not a very flattering nickname," she thought about his reaction, "Well, maybe for you it is."

He gave a heartfelt laugh, "I've been known as much worse, Love."

She fixed her eyes on his face, even though she really wanted to run away, "Do you know where your room is? Do you need some help?"

He stretched his arms above his head, "Not to worry, Love. This party was my farewell. I'm taking the year with my mates to do some sailing. This was a last hurrah before we depart." His eyes caught hers and gave a saucy wink, "I'll be back once we've partied our way across the seas."

She rolled her eyes and slid the robe from her shoulders, "At least take this. Don't need you giving anyone a heart attack on your way out."

He took the proffered robe and slid his arms in. It was small on the much taller man, but it at least covered him. He dipped into a wobbly bow, "Thank you, Love. I'll be off." He laid a smacking kiss on her cheek and made for the door.

In shock, Rory could barely get out an indignant, "Hey" before he was out the door and gone from her life. She stood there for a moment wondering what the hell had just happened before returning to her dorm. This day had just been too much for her and all she wanted was to curl up and slip into a deep sleep.