A/N: So, I've decided it's about time I looked at fixing Season 7 in my own way. It's the one boxset in my GG collection that I really don't watch it much but the episode in which this story starts is actually one I enjoy, for the most part, anyway. So, here's a twist on how things could have gone in 'Introducing Lorelai Planetarium' and we'll see where we go from there as we get to it. I have a vague plan but mostly I'm just going to let the characters find their own way. Hope you'll stick with me for the journey ;)

(Disclaimer: Any and all recognisable Gilmore Girls characters and dialogue belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino and other folks who aren't me.)

Chapter 1

The email was written, she just had to hit send. Rory's finger hovered over the mouse button but didn't click yet. She had to be crazy. This was not a good idea at all. It was only going to make matters worse, she was sure on that, and yet somewhere inside of her, a voice said she was wrong.

This was how to fix things, get the perspective she badly needed. It might be selfish of her, expecting him to fix things for her after before, but fixing things was what he always did. She couldn't think of anyone else who could do it.

Taking a deep breath, Rory stopped her inner argument and just pressed send. Too late to change her mind now, the email was gone. Jess was about to get all her latest news, a handful of worried thoughts, and a copy of an article she had thought was great, at least until Logan read it. All this she had prefaced with an apology, one that had been too long in being written. She only hoped that Jess would understand.

Jess was about to turn off the computer when a pinging sound alerted him to the fact he had received an email. He couldn't imagine who would be writing to him at one in the morning. Only crazy people were up this late, as proven by the fact he had been sat at his desk all this time, typing away like the nut he was. Out of idle curiosity, he clicked on the envelope icon, and his eyes went a little wide when he saw the sender's name sat in his inbox - Rory Gilmore.

The email was right there, he just had to hit open. Jess' finger hovered over the mouse button but didn't click yet. He had to be crazy. This was not a good idea at all. It was only going to make matters worse, he was sure on that, and yet somewhere inside of him a voice said he was wrong.

This might be an apology or an explanation. It might seem selfish, but he was almost hoping it would be a message saying she and the blond dick were over, that she made a terrible mistake and wanted Jess back instead. It probably wasn't, and maybe he should just delete it unread and go to bed.

Taking a deep breath, Jess stopped his inner argument and just pressed open. Too late to change his mind now, the email was there before him, complete with attachment, the title of which intrigued him if nothing else. His eyes shot to the opening ramble, and he read the first words he had received from Rory since the night he kissed her only to have her walk out the door.

Dear Jess,

I really hope you're reading this and haven't just deleted it the moment you saw it was from me. I couldn't blame you if that's what you did, but I really don't think you're that kind of guy, at least you never were. You've changed some, I know that, we all have, I guess, but I still think you're probably reading this, so let me start with the most important thing - I'm sorry.

Just in case you're wondering exactly what I'm apologising for, I'm more than willing to explain. I treated you badly, but you know that. You called me on it and you were right to.

I don't regret coming to Philadelphia, seeing where you work and all, I really don't. Truncheon is amazing, I am so proud of what you've achieved, and it was so wonderful to see you. What I regret is leading you on the way I did. That was so wrong, Jess, and I am so unbelievably sorry for that. It's not that I don't care about you, or that I didn't want you to kiss me the way you did. The truth is, I think that was exactly what I wanted, even though I knew it was wrong.

Me and Logan, it's so complicated sometimes. I guess all relationships are that way, I mean, ours certainly always was, but this is a different kind of complicated. I told you that day that I loved him and that's as true now as it was then, but sometimes I wonder if it's enough. It wasn't enough for you and me, it should've been, but it wasn't. Way back in high school, I was sure Dean was the guy I would love forever, and then I felt the same about you. Now there's Logan and it should be the same. If anything, it should feel more real because I'm an adult now and I should have a better handle on what I'm feeling, but I don't, Jess. I don't know what I'm doing.

Things have been weird for a while, and then I wrote this article. I'm attaching it to this email and I really hope you'll read it and give me your opinion. It makes sense to me, everything I've said in it, every carefully chosen word and phrase. A lot of it was supposed to be jokes, a sarcastic sort of commentary, nothing truly mean and nasty. Logan is taking it that way. I've told him he has it all wrong, but now I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe I am attacking him and all the people like him, but if I am, I don't really know why.

Though it's not my own, I've been living on a trust fund for a good long while now. I don't pay rent at Logan's place, I never have, and I don't really know how it never occurred to me why that was wrong. You would never have let me be this person, this strange high society version of myself that would belong more in that room my grandma designed for me than at home.

If you were here, I know you'd tell me I was being so stupid, that there's nothing wrong with my article because it's honest and real. At least, I think that's what you would say. I guess if I knew for sure, I wouldn't be asking you like this. Tell me if I'm wrong, Jess, please? I feel like I just don't know anymore.

A part of me thinks I've just let out my anger and confusion in my article when really it should be aimed at my mom and dad. They got back from Paris two days ago and then they go ahead and tell me they got married! In France! Without me! I'm so mad at them, even though a part of me is happy. I mean, you know how much I always wanted my family unit, even though Dad has never exactly been reliable. It was the dream for such a long time, and I am happy, but at the same time, I guess I'm thinking about Luke.

Do you talk to him at all? Do you miss him? I do, even though I'm living much closer to him than you are. It's all so different since he and my mom broke up. Like I said, I love how happy my parents seem, but I was very happy with Mom and Luke together too. It's all so different now. Everything is much too different, and in six months it's all going to shift again. I'll be done with Yale, moving on into real life, and honestly, it scares me to death.

I don't know how to do it, Jess. I don't know how to live in the world the way you do. My plan was Chilton and then Harvard or Yale. After that, I'm a little fuzzy. I know it's wrong and selfish, but I really do wish you were here to tell me I can do it, that I'm going to be okay. Where's the guy who offered to have me stand in the middle of the street and drive straight at me, screaming in a foreign language? I know I have no right to, but I miss him, a lot.

It's so late, I really should stop here. A part of me thinks it's wrong to even send this and I might delete it yet. If you're reading this then I obviously sent it. It's so weird getting this far in a message and seriously considering never having its intended recipient see it.

Of course, if I do send it, you might still delete it without ever knowing what I wrote, but like I said before, I still don't think you would ever be that guy.

I hope things are good with you, Jess. That you're really happy in your work and your life. You deserve so many good things and so much success. I know you never think you do, but I know better on that at least.

Love, Rory.

Jess finished reading, hardly noticing the sad smile that had come over his lips until his hands ran unconsciously over his face and chin. He had pretty much forgiven Rory her sins the moment she walked out his door, or at the very least, by the next morning when the hangover had subsided. That woman could mess with his head like nobody else, and yet he was the bigger fool, because he let her do it every time.

He didn't know how to feel about her email. The apology was to be accepted, without question. Jess knew he could never do anything else. As to her issues with the boyfriend, having an opinion on that, or at least one to share with Rory, that could be highly dangerous.

Jess would read the article though and then give his honest and frank opinion. Maybe he could be just as honest about Lorelai's marriage, but Jess had a feeling the more important part of getting that news was that he needed to call Luke. He couldn't know for sure if his uncle was aware of the wedding yet, but he would be soon if he wasn't already. Stars Hollow had a gossip mill that operated faster than jungle drums, and no matter what, Luke was going to be hurting. Besides, Jess owed him a check-in call anyway.

Well past one in the morning, Jess knew his call to Luke would have to wait, but his bed shouldn't. His hand went to the lid of the laptop to close it and yet it never quite happened. A moment's consideration and then he was opening up the attachment to Rory's email, an article entitled 'Let Them Drink Cosmos'. Jess smirked at the title, and then he began reading. He wouldn't stop until he reached the very last word, and still he wouldn't go to sleep.

Hammering away on the keys, he started a replying email to his ex-girlfriend, at two in the morning, partially because he had to be crazy, and partially because it was Rory Gilmore, which meant he just really didn't have a choice.

To Be Continued...