A/N: ok, so this is my first story. reviews (both good and constructive) are very welcome! None of the characters are mine, no copiright infringement intended! It's actually a crossover with The Bedford Diaries, which was sadly not on air for long but is still on YouTube. In the BD Milo plays the editor Richard Thorne who reminded me of Jess, so this is where the idea comes from.

The Bedford Eagle

Everything in seasons 2&3 happened as in the show. However, Jess did not tell Rory he loved her in season 4 but he did ask her to run away with him and give him another chance. Rory still said no but not as aggressive. Jess still saved Rory in season 6 but he didn't write a book. Instead he came to try one last time to convince Rory of him. But when she defended Logan, Jess moves on and let go whereas Rory refunds her everlasting love for Jess. Lorelai never slept with Chris and got married to Luke on the original date.

Chapter 1: That famous Bedford school paper

It had been a year since she had seen him last. It had been over a year since they had any contact, period. It was always weird being back in Stars Hollow and see all the places that held so many memories of them together. The bridge, the park, Luke's. It had taken her awhile to overcome the sickening feeling she got every time she got into Luke's after she broke up with Logan and realized that she was still in love with Jess, whom she had expertly driven away from her. It was similar to the time he left her before High School graduation only this time it was entirely her own fault.

"Hey, Rory! There you are!" Lorelai came bursting towards her daughter and pulled her into a huge hug. "I have the best plan for our weekend ever!"
"You always have the best plan ever when I come home." Rory couldn't help but smile at her mother's euphoric greeting. God, she had missed her. The past few weeks her work at the paper didn't give her the chance to visit her.
"I know. But this time I really do! Tonight, we will get our usual junk food but instead of watching a movie we can go into the new musical in Hartford. It's supposed to be this shabby version of A Streetcar named Desire."
"Oh, mom. No. We cannot make fun of A Streetcar named Desire."
"Even if it's a really, really shabby version?" Lorelai smiled in pleasant anticipation and was about to add something but was cut off by Rory's phone, "Oh, Rory, you've been here five minutes and you're already distracted."
"Sorry, mom. Hey, why don't I take this call and you get over to Luke and get our coffees?"
"I would love to whine about your divided attention but your arguments are too good."

Rory flicked her phone open on her way out. "Hello?"
"Rory, it's me." A female voice answered.
"Paris?"
"Yes. Well, I'm going to apply to Bedford and I think you should do so, too."
"Paris, I already told you a zillion times, I'm going to get a job after graduation." She sighed inwardly. How many times before had she told her friend this? "I don't need to look for a college, because I'm not going."
"You want to be a journalist, right?" Paris continued, ignoring Rory.
"Yeah."
"And you want to be one of the best ones, right?"
"Paris, listen, it's been a long time since I've seen my mom, so if you don't have point…"
"Haven't you ever heard of the Bedford Eagle, Rory? Come on. You're the one who's obsessing about journalism and I have to make sure you notice all the important options out there? There's an article in the New York Times about that paper. I know you don't care much for my opinion-"
"Paris, you know that's not true. I do care for your opinion!"
"-but I know you have very deep faith in the opinion of the New York Times. So just read that article and get back to me, ok?"
"Paris, I already know the Bedford Eagle. It's a very good college paper, we even talked about it in class once. I've also read it. Multiple times. And, yes, I do think it is awesome. But I'm not going to change my mind about college because of that."
"Just read the goddamn article, Gilmore. And give me a call."
"Fine." Rory hung up exasperated with her friend. She knew, she wouldn't win this one. But also, her curiosity was stirred. She had already heard lots of good things about the Bedford Eagle and now the Times was reporting about it? She would just have to buy one on her way home.