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Clinic Evening Hours, Sunday Nov 20th

*DEATH, returning from a visit to The Fourth Sin, appears to be a bit preoccupied. He seems to be doodling on a bit of paper and then scribbling notes intermittently. The duck which he left on the desk seems to have very opinionated about whatever he is drawing.*

((OOC: DEATH!mun is going to bed. Think of DEATH as the strong, silent type for the rest of the night.))

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If you want to know what DEATH is drawing, this is where you would find him.

This is the lab. See the shiney equipment?

If you must bleed, you will likely be taken here.

Rory poutily stares at the ceiling and defiantly eats chocolate coins while listening to Tori Amos on her iPod.

[ooc: Throng of admirers? You're too kind.]

Logan's playing Pac-Man on his cell phone.

Vladdie scampers into Logan's room and hops up onto the bed. He looks vaguely sleepy. There's another note attached to his collar.

Need to talk to you. Please.

- R

Logan scratched Vladdie behind the ears and pulled the note from his collar. He stared at it for a few minutes, then crumpled it and tossed it aside.

After a few minutes, Rory sighed.

She reached for her robe in the chair by her bed, and pulled it around her, cinching it tightly at the waist. As an afterthought, she shoved the chocolate from Cally and Anders into the pocket.

She slowly, carefully, swung both legs out of the bed, ensured that both feet were on the floor, and hesitantly stood, gripping the IV pole for support.

She promptly fell back onto the bed. "Damn it."

After a few more attempts, she managed to stand without falling, though she was more than a little wobbly. She staggered toward the doorway, leaning against the wall for support. She made it to Logan's room, where she leaned against the doorframe, her knees shaking.

"Hi."

"I don't think you're supposed to be up."

"You think?" Rory asked, one knee buckling slightly. She bit her lip hard and locked it again. "Wanted to talk to you."

Logan sighed. "Okay. Sit down, at least." He patted the bed next to him.

She carefully, slowly made her way across the room, and fell onto the bed next to him.

"You make things difficult, you know," she sighed. "I'm sorry, anyway, for snapping at you earlier. Especially in front of Jake and Alex."

Logan closed his eyes and didn't move when she got on the bed.

Rory glanced over when he didn't say anything, and exhaled sharply when she saw his eyes were closed.

"I shouldn't have said it. And I'm sorry," she repeated, watching him.

"Did you mean it?" Logan asked, not opening his eyes.

Rory sighed.

"You could've gotten yourself killed, Logan. It was really brave, and I'm proud of you, but...I'm glad I didn't know about it at the time."

"If you meant it, then why are you apologizing for saying it?" Logan asked.

"I'm not. I'm apologizing for how I said it. And when. Harsh phrasing and bad timing."

"I fucked up, Rory, in a lot of ways. I know that," Logan said in a raw voice.

Rory reached over and gingerly took his hand.

"You also did a whole lot of good."

Logan pulled his hand away and laughed hollowly. "Yeah? How the hell do you figure that?"

"If you don't think saving my life - hell, both our lives - counts for anything, then I don't need to be having his conversation," Rory replied after a second, starting to sit up.

"No, it doesn't count," Logan said flatly. "Not when I was the reason we were in danger and it was just dumb luck we survived at all."

"You fought him off," Rory said quietly. "You did everything you could. I know what I heard. And you stalled him. If you hadn't, whatever made him run off would have been way too late to save either of us."

Logan laughed. "He was playing with me."

"You shot him," Rory replied hotly "You hurt him. You slowed him down. Which is a hell of a lot more than I did. All I managed was to bite him and knee him, and that did nothing. Your struggle, at least, made a difference."

"It didn't make a difference, Rory. It did jack shit. I shot him and he got right back up. He didn't kill you because he wanted you alive to manipulate me and that's all. We were puppets in his stupid little game and I fell for every damn move he made," Logan said furiously.

Rory looked stunned.

"You cannot possibly be blaming youself for all of this," she said incredulously. "We made the exact same mistake in trusting him. And it's no one's fault except his, for being an evil, sadistic, manipulative bastard. There's no way either of us could've known what would happen."

Logan was quiet for a long moment.

"A month ago, I went out for drinks with Angelus and Bel. To New York. See, Bel's got this nifty teleportation power which lets him go anywhere in an instant. No worrying about silly things like locks and security guards.

"Angelus knew about my dad. He knew," Logan didn't look over at Rory, "that I wanted to kill him. So when I suggested Bel take us to visit my father in prison, he knew exactly what I intended."

"Oh, Logan..." she said softly, her eyes wide. She almost reached out to him, and thought better of it, choosing instead to swallow and nod for him to continue.

"He understood, because he had killed his father," Logan continued, his voice tight with anger. "Bel teleported us into the prison, grabbed my dad and teleported him out to the desert where I beat my father to a bloody pulp with a crowbar.

"And Angelus was right there. Watched everything happen. Heard everything I said.

"Rory. He attacked us because he wanted to make me like him. Because he thought I was evil and twisted and sick enough to be part of his little family."

Rory digested this, staring at her shaking hands, before hesitantly beginning to speak.

"And he was wrong. You're not any of those things," she said quietly. "The very fact that we're having this conversation means that he failed. We won. Don't let him make you feel guilty, Logan. Because none of this is anywhere near being something you caused, no matter what you've done or Angelus thought of you."

Logan shook his head. "You don't know me at all."

Rory's eyes filled and she turned away.

"I know you better than you want to admit. And you're wrong," she muttered. She swiped hastily at her eyes. "I shouldn't have tried." She attempted to stand and faltered.

"Probably not," Logan agreed, his jaw set.

Rory got to her feet and stumbled to the door.

"You might consider how this affected other people," she said softly over her shoulder, clinging to the doorframe. "You're not the only one he went after. You're not the only one who's hurting. You're not the only one who feels like they're to blame. And lashing out at the one person who stands a chance of understanding..."

She shrugged. "You know where I'll be."

After Rory left the room, Logan curled up on his side. He choked back the sobs for fear of being overheard, but he couldn't stop the tears from falling.

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Clinic Evening Hours, Sunday Nov 20th

Waiting Room - Ok for Broadcast

The Lab - Ok for Broadcast

Exam Room One - NFB

Surgery - Rory Gilmore - NFB - Sunday Evening

Exam 4 - Logan Echolls - NFB - Sunday Evening

Re: Exam 4 - Logan Echolls - NFB - Sunday Evening

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