A/N: Here's yet another short, 'Vineyard Valentine'-inspired one-shot.

Summary: Rory keeps planning Asia. A little R/M-ness.

Disclaimer: By now I think you know that they're not mine.

Dedication: This fic is in memory of all those awesome shows that got canceled their first season out: 'Just Legal,' then 'Reunion,' and now, most likely, 'Love Monkey'.

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"Keep planning Asia."

That's what he'd said, right?

So she did.

Rory read over the guidebooks nightly, long after Logan fell asleep beside her. She dog-eared pages and highlighted interesting locations. She even bought a map and charted their course: hotels, sights… everything.

For months she poured over the books, even buying new ones when she discovered she knew some of the passages by heart.

Whenever she found a spare moment, she'd read about China, or Thailand, or Vietnam.

Because maybe if she kept planning and planning and planning…. Logan wouldn't leave.

She knew it was fruitless. But even so, she continued to dog-ear and highlight and chart.

And eventually, there was nothing, absolutely nothing, left to do but by the tickets.

For a few days she thought it over.

She made her pro-con chart.

There were infinitely more cons.

But in the end, she ended up buying them anyway.

She thought that maybe that would make it real, that Logan wouldn't go to London after all.

But she also knew that it wouldn't change a thing.

So she buried the tickets in her nightstand drawer beneath a neatly stacked pile of books. That way, she didn't have to look at them.

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Rory held Logan in her arms one last time before watching him slip away through security.

And she stayed until she couldn't see him anymore.

After that, she drove herself home. The whole way, she kept reminding herself that they would call each other every day. He'd even told her that she could come visit him a few times.

Nothing would change.

She kept saying that to herself.

Nothing would change.

Rory flopped onto the bed after entering the now-deserted apartment that Logan told her she could keep on living in. She pulled open the drawer and grabbed the tickets from their hiding place.

She contemplated her idea for a moment before taking half an hour to pack her bags.

Then she picked up her address book and turned to a page that she hadn't seen in awhile.

Rory dialed the once familiar number and waited anxiously as the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Marty? It's Rory. What do you think of Asia?"

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Fin

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