After taking Lane back to Logan’s dorm, calming her down and explaining the whole ‘Destined to Save the World’ gig, which Rory liked to call the DSW gig, Lane was asking lots of questions.
“When did this happen?”
“Few months ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid you’d insist on helping and then get hurt.”
“Fat lot of good that did. I almost got killed anyway. Despite the whole risk of death thing I’m going to insist on helping anyway. And If you don’t let me help I’ll...well... um... give me a moment to think of a suitable threat to use against my supernatural best friend. Oh I know. I’ll tell you mom your dating Logan.”
Rory sputtered. “What makes you think I’m dating Logan?”
“Might have something to do with the fact that you’re sitting on his lap.”
Blushing, Rory tried to slide off Logan lap, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Speaking of, why the heck didn’t you tell me you two were dating?”
“Because then you would want to know how we got together and what was I suppose to say. ‘Hey Lane, during one of mine and Logan’s work out to keep in shape incase of a supernatural emergency he pinned me to the ground and kissed.’ Yeah that would have gone over well.”
Lane reaches over and smacks Logan upside the head.
“What the hell was that for?” He asked her.
“You’ve been a bad influence on my Rory. She’s not usually this kind of sarcastic.”
“Hey Lane I have a question for you. What were you doing at the pub?” Rory asked.
“I was coming to give you a surprise visit but my car broke down near the pub. As I was walking to the pay phone, those things grabbed me. One more question then I’ll stop for today. Have you told Loralei about your being a super hero?”
“I could if I wanted to but I’m afraid she’ll freak out and tell me not to fight. I can’t stop fighting. I mean I could if I wanted but I don’t want to. I want to make a difference in the world.”
The next day Lane went home with specific instructions on how to train properly. When she started to complain Rory told her that if she wanted to help with the fighting then she would have to train. This, surprisingly enough, got Lane to stop complaining. Logan driver was taking Lane home seeing as her car was in the now in the shop.
On the way to one of the few classes they shared, Rory and Logan bumped into a dark haired man with one eye.
“Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” Rory told him.
“That’s ok. Maybe you can help me. I’m looking for a Rory Gilmore.” He told them.
“I’m her. Do I know you?” She asked him.
“Nope. I’m here on business. My name is Xander Harris. I work for the New Watchers Council.”