Author's Note: My story takes place 4 years after season 7 ended. After Rory spent two years traveling on the Obama campaign, she went to the New York Times and eventually worked her way to becoming a top editor. Lorelai and Luke eventually got back together and married. Rory became tired of the fast pace of journalism and decided to do something different for a while.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, or anything that has to do with it. I wish I do thought!!!

Introduction: Exactly four years ago, I turned him down. Why? I wasn't ready. I did love him, hell, I still love him, but it just wasn't the right time. I wanted to go and have a career, travel the world and all. Now, I'm back to the place where this all began. Yale.

Chapter 1: It's you of all people…

Just a few months ago, I had received a letter from my old journalism professor at Yale. He invited me to come and actually teach his course for one semester while he was working at Oxford on a book. Another person and I would teach the course. We would also share an apartment on the edge of campus and all food expenses would be paid. After talking with my mom and friends, I decided to accept. When I finished teaching, I would still be able to go back to the NYT.

When summer came, I started packing all my clothes, and books, and most importantly, my coffee maker Pushkin. Then, Mom and Luke came to help me move my things from New York to Yale. My friends would be living in my NY apartment while I was gone. It was time for a change of scenery.

I'm back, I'm actually back, I thought as I walked through the campus. After 4 years, I had come back to the place where my life had taken off. It was here that I met Logan, the only guy I had ever truly loved.

Not a day passed when I didn't think about him. Being with him had changed me so much. I still wondered about how different life would nave been if I had said yes; but what could I do? I had already made my decision, and I would now have to live with it for the rest of my life.

RING RING. All of a sudden, I was jolted out of my thoughts.

"Hello?" I said.

"Fruit of my loins! How's being back at Yale, hon?" Mom said.

"It's kind of weird. Sort of like I'm repeating history all over again," I said.

"Well, have you met your co-professor? Is he cute???" She excitedly asked.

"Mom! Is that all you're thinking about? Did you forget about Luke? Anyways, I don't meet him or her until tonight," I said.

"Calm down, hon. I'm just teasing. Anyways, I just wanted to wish you good luck! I'll see you at your grandmother's house on Friday." Lorelai replied.

"Ok, Mom. I'll call you when I meet my new roommate. I'm sure you'll want to know all about it." I replied.

After hanging up the phone, I continued walking until I arrived at Shropton Hall, where I would be living for the next 6 months. It was around 4 o'clock, and my new roommate and co-professor wouldn't be arriving until 6. I pulled out the paper to get the key and find the room number, stopping at the door marked 346. Then, I entered the messiest apartment I had ever seen.

Boxes of my things and my new roommate's things were all over the living room. I first decided to look at the rooms. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and breakfast nook combined, and a living room. All in all, a pretty good set up, I thought. There was already some decent furniture, including a sofa and two large desks, and the fridge and cupboards were already stocked.

I decided to unpack first before ordering dinner. I wonder what my roommate will be like. Is it a he or a she? It's rather strange that I don't know a thing about the person. Oh well, I'll meet him or her eventually, I thought.

After I finished putting my things away, I decided to take a walk before coming back. I passed my old dorm, some old classrooms, and went into the dining hall for old time's sake. It was still exactly the same. I then went to the library. Even the books still smell the same. The good, old smell of books. Heavenly.

As I was walking back, I walked past a coffee cart, and then stopped abruptly. No! It can't be…that's the exact coffee cart Logan had follow me. Oh my God. Is this some joke of fate or something? Why am I thinking about this? Stop thinking about him! Stop thinking about him! I'll only hurt myself more. Why am I doing this to myself? With these thoughts, repressed memories of Logan came forth. Kissing him on the grounds, the Life and Death Brigade, going to the pub, saying goodbye when he went to London. I stumbled over to a nearby bench and started to cry. Will the next six months be like this? Everything around me mocking me about Logan and my choice to turn him down; dammit, I need to stop regretting it!!! I should head back to the apartment; it's time to meet my roommate.

I dried my tears, and began walking back down the path. Putting my bag on the ground, I took my keys out and opened the door, only to scream and slam it shut again at the sight that was in front of me.

LOGAN is my roommate. LOGAN is my roommate? LOGAN IS MY ROOMMATE!!! How the hell is this possible? I haven't heard from him for four years, four years! And now he suddenly just waltzes back into my life! I can't postpone going in any longer; I have to go in.

"Logan. How are you?" I stuttered as I walked into the living room. Logan was sitting on the couch, his fists clenched and his back rigid. He looked uncomfortable and angry at the same time.

"I'm fine," he brusquely replied. I could see his jaw clenching in anger. I couldn't blame him. I was the one who had messed everything up, turning him down.

"How have you been for the past few years? I haven't heard from you for so long." I replied.

"Well, after you turned me down, I went to San Francisco. I could only stand the job for a month, since I didn't have you there. But, apparently, you didn't care anyways, so forget that I said that. I eventually went back to London to work for Mitchum and I sold the house in S.F. Any other questions?" he asked sarcastically.

"No," I muttered. I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Why did you come back here? I mean, wasn't Mitchum angry?"

"Well, he actually thought it would be a good experience, so here I am." After I finish, I'll be going to New York to take control of the New York Times," Logan replied.

Shit, the NYT. This means that I'll still have to see him when I leave!!! Could this get any worse?

Anyways, what have you been doing?" he asked.

Aghhhh! Why does he have to be so cool and collected while here I am, talking on and on? Why in the whole damn world did it have to be him? What should I say? Should I bring up why I regretted turning him down? No, that would probably spring old wounds back open. I'd better stick to lighter topics.

"Well, after I finished traveling on the Obama campaign, I got an offer from the New York Times to go and work. So, I accepted and am now one of the main editors. So, I guess that makes me one of your new employees when you go back. Oh yeah, also my mom and Luke recently got married," I said.

"I see. Congratulations on the New York Times. I remember how much you wanted to work there," Logan said.

Well, he sure took that well. I wonder what he's really thinking. Ugh, I can't avoid the topic anymore. It's time to bring up the issue of him and me. It's time to take the plunge.

"Logan, I know that the last time we saw each other, it ended badly. But, seeing as we'll be living and working together, can we still be friends, please?" I said, my eyes intent on his, waiting for his reaction.

"Sure. It's been four years anyways. It'll make things for the next 6 months so much easier, that's for sure," Logan replied. His jaw relaxed slightly.

But was it just me, or did he look a bit let down? I would have thought that he hated me. Yet, his look suggested that he still, perhaps, or am I just hoping, loved me. No, I'm sure that he's probably in a relationship. Who knows? Perhaps he's almost ready to pop the question to his girlfriend. No! I need to stop thinking about this and giving myself false hope. We're going to be friends, no more, no less. That's the least I can do, seeing as the last time I was with him ended in disaster because of me. These next six months are going to kill me.

Author's note: I hope you like this. It's my first fanfiction ever, so it might not be that great. Anyways, please review, and subscribe!