A/N: Hey, this is my second fanfic, but my first for Gilmore Girls, so please bear with me. I loved the show when it was on, but I despised the ending with Logan and Rory, and the show ending as a whole, so I decided to continue it on with my ideas, in this story. It may seem a little strange, and unlikely, but please, try it out and REVIEW! I love reviews, they inspire me to write and update faster, and they give me feedback on the story itself! So please, at the bottom of the page, there's a little button, please click it! :)
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NOTE: The document managed won't allow me to keep the email addresses so I had to just use their names... :(

From: Rory

To: Lorelei

Subject: Life

Hey mom,

I haven't heard from you and Luke since you guys got back from your honey moon. I'm just checking in. Wow, I sound so old saying that. Anyways, I hope you guys had a great time. I expect many stories.

See you at Friday night dinner! Grandma asked me to remind you, so you have no chance of getting out of it just because you're married. I however, will be gracing you all with my presence due to my move to New York City... and to monitor Luke's new in-laws' behavior.

Lots of love and coffee!

-Rory

I closed my email and stood up to look around the office. The sound of people typing away at their computers was always such a rush. After the Obama campaign, I gained a lot of public exposure, and now worked at the sixth most circulated newspaper in America.

"Hey Andrew." I greeted my editor as he passed by my desk.

"Gilmore, why aren't you working?" He teased. I had already sent him my final piece and was just hanging around the office until it closed. Andrew was in his early forties, and a fantastic editor. I couldn't imagine working anywhere else. I occasionally thought about what it would be like to work at the New York Times, but I had pretty much moved past that chapter of my life... well sort of.

It had been five years since I had lost the internship at the Times. The Obama campaign had kept me busy until I finally settled down at the Daily News. Unfortunately my contract was almost finished with the Daily News, and I had been receiving non-stop job offers.

"I was just taking a look around the office and contemplating going for some coffee. Care to join me?" Andrew smiled, then looked serious.

"Now, Gilmore, you know we love you at this paper, but you've got to stop with the coffee! Some of the other writers are becoming addicted like you and I don't think I'll be able to handle an office full of caffinated journalists. You guys are strange enough as it is, but I don't think you all will be even remotely bearable with Gilmore level coffee in your systems." I raised my eyebrows and retorted,

"First of all, you may never ever, ever, tell a Gilmore to lay off the coffee. Second, no one can ever become addicted like a Gilmore. Third, you were a journalist too, so you should understand that we are not strange, we are unique and brilliant. Fourth, I'm honored to have a level of coffee named after me." I grinned, as did Andrew.

"You boast some good points, therefore I think I will join you. I have something to discuss with you anyways." I grabbed my coat and we walked outside into the cold New York air. I immediately directed us towards the nearest Starbucks.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked as we waited in line for our coffee. One of the perks of being a journalist was that you could cut straight to the chase and not be looked at a rude.

"I know you've been getting a lot of job offers lately. Newspapers, magazines, and TV shows, are looking into taking you on as a reporter, foreign correspondent etc. I wanted you to know, that the Daily News will be making an offer for you, but it probably won't compare to some other jobs. This is why, I would like you to represent the Daily News at the annual journalism conference this year. You came onto this paper a strong reporter, and I'd like to send you out as one. The conference is a gathering, once a year, where each paper sends it's top reporter. The representative talks about themselves and the paper. Hundreds of papers, magazines, TV shows etc are there. Many people get scouted for top papers that way. We were proud to have you Rory Gilmore, and I'd be proud to see you represent us by making the paper look good, and getting one hell of a job. What do you say?" We continued to dress our recently acquired coffee. He looked at me expectantly. My face broke out in a smile.

"I'd love to." He grinned back. We returned to the office, with coffee and big smiles on our faces. I went straight to my desk to avoid questions and saw that I had received an email.

From: Lorelei

To: Rory

Subject: re: Life

Dearest Rory,

My darling, I am sorry to have forced you to become an elder and check in with me. Luke and I are fantastic! The honeymoon was amazing, I'll spare you the dirty details as long as you try to picture me grinning at you with my "I-know-dirty-things-but-won't-tell-you" face. Are you picturing it? Of course you are. You are my daughter afterall. My super-awesome journalist daughter! Have you made any more progress with job offers yet? Would you look at that? My little Rory, all grown up and becoming overwhelmed by job offers. It brings tears to my eyes. Or it would, but I'm drinking coffee and that wonderful substance just takes away any sadness in the world. It could be the key to world peace!

I'm rambling... But then again I am Lorelei Gilmore and that is what I do, no matter if I have a Danes attached to my name. Speaking of Luke, we are honoured that we will be graced with your presence this friday night. He's terrified! It's quite funny really. See you soon!

Reply! I'm bored at work. XOXO

Your mother

I laughed as I finished reading her email. Only my mom could come across as crazy and obnoxious as she managed to in her emails. I hit reply and proceeded to tell her about my day. Then, I composed a new email.

From: Rory

To: Paris

Subject: Annual Journalism Conference

Hey Paris,

Just wondering how much you know about the Annual Journalism Conference? I also wanted to know how your life is going? How's Doyle doing?

Hope to hear from you soon,

Rory

Not five minutes after I clicked send, I got a reply back.

From: Paris

To: Rory

Subject: re: Annual Journalism Conference

Rory,

It's the biggest conference for journalists around the country. To go is an honour, people talk about their own journalism careers and then how their paper is doing, sometimes how they had something to do about it. My life is going well, busy as hell, but that's to be expected. Doyle's fine, I'm sure he has more time to email you and tell you all about our life (doyle.). I have surgery in five minutes. No time to chat now. Great to catch up with you. Tell Doyle about your life and he'll be sure to tell me, or if not, give me a call on the last sunday of this month (417.998.4586).

TTYL,

Paris

Typical Paris. Short sentences, directly to the point. I grinned to myself, made a mental note to call her and started to write my speech for the AJC.

A/N: I hope you liked it, and please review! Please and thank you! I'll try and update soon :)