His Girl Ace
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or His Girl Friday.
It all happened in the "Dark Ages" of the Newspaper game-- when to a reporter "getting that story" justified anything short of murder. Incidentally, you will see in this story no resemblance to the men & women of the press today.
Ready?
Well, once upon a time...
A young women of 26 walks into a crowded, fast pace newsroom. She remembers the stress and headaches she received from doing such work. Boy, what was she thinking.
She walks directly to the front desk to speak to Joan, the front desk assistant. Before she could even speak Joan smiles and greets the women in front of her. "New York Times. Can you hold please? Hi, Rory welcome back. How was your vacation? I have always wanted to go to England. Did you meet Prince William? Did you take pictures?" She always did like rant on and on about everything, Rory thought.
"Hey Joan, is the lord of the universe in," asked Rory. Joan replied with a nod. As Rory was about to march her way towards his office, a tall man with dark hair steps up behind and whispers the loving and tender words into her ear. Rory blushes. She turns around to find her loving fiancé, Martin, smiling down at her. He was curious, of why they had to stop by the newsroom at all. They were supposed to be going to this insane place called Stars Hallow to meet her mother. He hoped after their long talk that she had the newspaper world behind her. She was supposed to be the trophy wife his father told him to find before he died.
"Darling, ten minutes is to long to stay away from you." Rory blushed again. She kissed him and told him to stay put and that she would only be a second.
She was flattered that a man would pay her high complaints. It had been so long since she met or even dated a guy that talked to her like she was a women rather than a newswoman or pal. Rory knew that Martin wanted a house wife. She decided that she didn't need the news business anymore. She just needed someone to make her feel special, loved. With that thought, she walked through the crowded, busy office with her head up high and stormed right into Logan's office.
Logan was sitting in comfortable chair listening to Colin go on about his nagging society wife and daughter. He swears never to have a society wife. He needed someone who spoke her mind and didn't take crap from him. When someone walked into his office, the two men saw the same slim tough girl reporter walk in all high and mighty. Colin was glad to see reporter girl. Things haven't been the same since she broke up with Logan. Logan's ex-wife was a spitfire and didn't take any of his crap. Not to mention she was a damn fine reporter. "Rory, how are you? Anything new happen in London," asked Colin. "Come on you would hold out on an old friend would you?"
Logan couldn't take this anymore. He got up from his desk and practically pushed the Colin out so he could talk to Rory. Then Walter, one of the editors, sneaked in and annoucned, "Hey Rory, look boss just wanted to let you know that the Governor didn't sign the retreat."
"What? He said he would."
"Well, the smuck changed his mind and the execution is still set for midnight tonight."
"Please get a hold of the governor and tell him that I'M calling to tell him if he doesn't change his mind I'll make sure not to advertise any of his ads in any of my papers come election next year."
"Boss, you can't do that. We have been a democratic paper since FDR."
"Walter, my man, will still will after he comes to his senses. Now go make that call, please."
"Bye Rory. Welcome back."
What a mess. Then he turned to her. His Ace. He hasn't seen her in so long. When she asked for some time off, he said NO. He couldn't be without her that long. True when she asked for the divorce he gave it to her, but he knew she would not let up. In truth, he missed her. She was his one and only, though he did not diserve her. He gave in and let her have a tiny vacation, but she wasn't due for a couple of more days. He wondered. Why she was here?
"How are you Logan," piped in Rory. Knocking Logan out of his trance. "Fine Ace, how was your trip? Ready to come back. I know you missed me, but you should have stayed home the last couple of days and rested. Trust me you'll need it with the mess that you just heard," he replied with his famous smirk.
Rory looked at him and smiled. "Same old Logan. Thinks everyone is here to please him. To treasure him. To bend to his every wim. "What do you want Ace?" Being a little ticked by her comment.
"I am getting married."