A/N : This is my very first fanfiction. I hope you guy's like it. I'm not brilliant but I did this for fun. I welcome reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I will update ASAP!

"Miss Gilmore!" Rory turned around to see her assistant Roger holding out her black leather bag. She hurried towards him and thanked God she had been able to find someone arguably more compitent than herself.

"Thanks Roger. What would I do without you?" He grinned and headed back towards his desk. Rory headed into the elavator and pressed the button for the ground floor. As she waited she glanced at her blackberry and saw several e-mails from her mother, probably a list of possible excuses to get out friday night dinner with Richard and Emily. The elavator pinged and Rory headed out of the main door and onto 33rd street. Before she left for the night however, she turned back as she always did and admired the New York Daily News building where she had been working for the past year. She was twenty seven and already had her dream job. Right now she had been asigned to the Entertainment department and oh how she loved writing about Michael Jackson's upcoming fiftieth Birthday and the thrills of the two New Yorker's that had been added to the "Survivor" cast. Who was she kidding? She did love it. She loved that she was writing articles for the fifth most-widely circulated daily newspaper in the United States. She also loved her new appartment on nineth avenue and how at home funky purple throw pillows looked, that Loralei had sent last week. She was still without a decent coffee table but that would be fixed on Sunday when her Grandmother dragged her shopping for antiques in Providence. She smiled to herself and then headed home.

She entered her appartment building and strode through the lobby and into the elevator. She hit the button for the sixth floor and entered her appartment at five-forty. She quickly headed into her bedroom and threw her grey slacks and burgundy sweater on her bed, before racing to her wardrobe and selecting her new emerald green Jersey dress which she had found at Barney's in the sale. Sixty percent off! She had bought it two weeks ago when she had gone comfort shopping after breaking up with Morgan. Her grandparents had set them up at a fundraiser 5 months ago and they had been dating since then. She remembered the night he had stopped by her appartment a fortnight ago and listed all of her flaws and had told her he needed more commitment. What was wrong with guy's these day's. They were all turning into women. Hadn't she given him enough commitment already. She'd gone out to dinner with him three times a week even though she was always too busy, she had made the time anyway. She'd let him parade her in front of his parents and all of their friends at their Wedding Anniversary last month and she allowed the occasional sleepover. What more did he want. She tried to focus on blaming him but she had started to notice a pattern with all of her relationships over the past few years. They had always been the one to end it and their excuses were always the same. Lack of commitment, how she was always distracted and distant. How could she have been distant when she was sitting right across the dinner table from them. What did they know anyway? She unscrewed her hair from the tight chignon she had assembled that morning and ruffeled her hair until it fell at her shoulders in the dark brown waves Emily adrored. She applied another coat of mascara and dabbed some more blusher across her creamy skin before swiping her pink gloss across her lips. Ready to go. She flew outside and headed to the near by parking lot where her silver mecedes, that had been a twenty-fifth birthday present from Richard and Emily, sat. She slid in and turned the radio up full blast so that everyone within a two block radious could hear the drones of Jimmy Eat World.

Rory arrived her Grandparents House in Hartford at seven-thirty and jumped out of her car to meet her Mom who was parking her Jeep. "Hey Mom"

"Hey Hun, did you get my funky throw pillows". She smiled at her daughter and embraced her before they made their way to the front door.

Rory smiled. "They're sitting at home on my sofa as we speak". The maid answered the door and took their coats before they heard the farmiliar sound that was unmistakably Emily Gilmore.

"Hello Rory" she said as she kissed her grandaughter on the cheek.

"Hey Grandma". Rory made her way into the living room to greet her Grandpa whilst Loralei and Emily greeted eachother and then made their way into the living room to take a seat on the sofa across from Rory and her Grandfather.

"What are you girls having to drink?" Asked Richard as he rose and made him way over to the drinks cabinet to retrive his scotch.

"I'll have a martini please dad".

"And I'll just have a club soda please Grandpa".

"I'll fix that for you Rory", said Emily rising gracefully from her seat next to Loralei. Twenty minutes later they were situated around the dinner table.

"We were so sorry to hear about you and Morgan Rory. You're Grandfather and I really thought the two of you would be a match made in heaven", offered Emily over their greek slad starter.

"Hey Mom, can I have more wine?" Loralei smirked at her daighter but unfortunately Emily was undeterred.

"Although, I always said there was something about Morgan that I just couldn't put my finger on. Maybe it's for the best". Emily stared mornfully at her salad and sighed heavily. Neither one of her Grandparents would admit it but Rory knew they were hoping she would settle down soon but Rory could never get to that point without remebering what she had had with Logan and then all of a sudden her relationships seemed doomed to failure. As though Richard could read her mind, his face illuminated and he interrupted her thoughts.

"Your Grandmother forgot to mention. We saw Logan the other day at the country club. His divorce from Kate was finalised last week. It's a terribe shame but now that he's been disinherited, it seems to have given him a push in the right direction and he's doing extremely well for himself you know".

Rory looked across to her Mother who gave a her a pitying smile.

"I'm glad to hear that Grandpa. Logan deserves it".

Emily gave a knowing look at Richard and then turned her attention back to Rory. "He asked about you, you know".

Rory was suddenly alert. "What did he say", she tried not to sound to eager to hear their answer.

"Just that he hopes you doing well and he asked about where you were living now and about the newspaper that's all".

"What did you tell him?"

Emily smiled. "Just that you were living in New York and that you worked at the New York Daily News and you're doing very well for yourself".

"Right", well...that's great...that he's doing well and you told him I'm doing well..." she tailed off and spent the rest of Dinner trying to down play her break up with Morgan.

After an agonising ninety minutes, dinner was over and Rory had said her goodbye's and was on her way back to New York.

Rory arrived home at around eleven fifty and was exausted from dodging questions about her failed relationship with Morgan. She turned on her answering machine to listen to her new massages and kicked off her shoes before sinking into her sofa and resting her head on one of the new purple throw pillows. She closed her eyes and listened to her editor rattle on about the reliability of one of her sources and then there was a message from Christopher her father about their lunch date on Tuesday. There was also a message from Loralei appologising for the disastrous evening. Finally when the second to last message had ended and Rory had almost fallen asleep, the last message began and her head shot up.

"Hey Rory it's Logan. Listen, I don't know whether Richard and Emily mentioned it but I saw them at the country club and they gave me your number...I hope you don't mind. Anyway, I'm going to be in New York on Wendesday for a few hours and I thought maybe we could do lunch if you're not too busy. I'd really like to catch up. Anyway if you do just call my office and leave word with my assistant Charlie. Bye".

Oh my God! Logan Huntzburger wanted to catch up! She hadn't seen or spoken to him in what...five years!? What could they possibly have to say to eachother. She had assumed that he'd been bitter all of these years. After she had turned down his engagement, they hadn't spoken and a year later she had seen the announcement of his engagement to Katherine Blake in the classifides one morning. They had been married not long after and she had assumed he was happy but since then he had filed for divorce and had been disinherited. He was smart though and she was glad he was doing well for himself but she felt sick and she gave a queezy sigh and dropped her head back onto the sofa and tried not to cry as she held her stomach and thought about the day Logan Huntzburger had asked Rory Gilmore to marry him...and she had said no!