A/N: So this is my first fanfic. It is a Rogan fanfic. Set seven months after S7 finale. I will be writing true to character (as true as I can be to them). Hopefully giving Rory and Logan the ending their love deserved. I'll also be writing from both Rory and Logan POV. Chapter one contains some flashback scenes; they are direct lines from the show. I have added some of the characters thoughts to them in hopes to make it possible for the flashbacks to stand alone if you hadn't seen the scene's play out on the series. Stay with me I promise this chapter is the only one with flashbacks. Friends reading new to GG so they needed to know how this all started.

Disclaimer: I do Not own Rory, Logan, Lorelai, Luke, Richard, Emily, Christopher, Honor, Mitchum, Shira, Colin, Finn, Stephanie, Paris, Doyle, Lane, Zack, Brian, Gill, Michele, Sookie, Jackson, Taylor, Miss Patty, Babette, April, Jess, Kirk, Lulu, or even the town troubadour. I do not own Gilmore Girls that belongs to the one and only creative mind of Amy Sherman Pallidino. To whom I bow and humbly say, "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" Now if you made it past my entirely too long disclaimer, in which I babbled like a Gilmore…enjoy.

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RORY POV:

I sat on the cold hardwood floor next to my bed holding tightly to the one item in my jumbled mess of a room that truly mattered. I ran my hand down the smooth surface of the silver rocket fighting back tears that were inevitably forming in the corners of my eyes. It was broken, as was the love and the life it represented, broken possibly beyond repair. My heart felt the same way. Come to think of it I'm quite sure that's the general state of my entire life these days, broken beyond repair. What had become of me, strong, independent Gilmore? I surrendered to the silent tears while my mind took me back to the night it all went wrong, the night of my graduation party. It is a night I'll never forget. It is forever burned in my heart and soul as the night of my greatest regret.

Logan called the room to attention following my grandparents endearing and utterly mortifying sing-song celebrating my Yale graduation. "If I could I'd also like to say a few words about my girlfriend of the past three years. You amaze me Rory Gilmore, everyday, everything that you do, everything that you are. This past year I've realized that I don't know a lot more than I thought I knew."

What? What did he just say?

"If that even makes sense? I'm sorry, I'm a little bit nervous. I didn't think I would be. What I'm trying to say is that…I don't know a lot, but I know that I love you, and I want to be with you forever… Rory Gilmore, will you marry me?"

To say I was shocked would be an utter understatement.

"Umm… Ah, wow…Umm, wow. I. Wow."

Where had that come from?

"Is there a yes between those wows?"

He looked at me eyes full amusement and yet somehow I managed to see an underlying fear hidden in them. Is there a yes? There has to be. This is Logan asking you to marry him. Asking me to marry him? Oh God, where did that come from?

"Umm…I'm so, so surprised. I just, I umm. Will...will you come talk to me outside?"

Why couldn't my mind grasp what had just happened? And why couldn't a Yale graduate formulate a perfectly coherent sentence?

"Yeah. Okay."

He worked hard to skillfully hide any worry or disappointment he might have had. We made our way out the side door and into the cover and privacy of night.

"Sorry. I just, I didn't want to talk in front of everybody."

"No, I completely understand."

Then I noticed the horse and carriage.

"Is that?"

"For us. Yeah. I'm sorry I know you said you were over big gestures but that's what wedding proposals are, and tonight with your parents here, and your grandparents I just thought-"

"No it's not the size of the gesture. It's the gesture itself."

He took a deep breath and gave me his signature Logan smirk and as usual my heart melted seeing it.

"Rory, I got the job out in Silicon Valley."

"What? You did? When?"

"Well they offered me the position about forty-five minutes into the meeting, but I just wanted to save the news until after I proposed."

"Wow. You've been thinking about this for a while."

"Yeah, back when everything was up in the air businesswise I realized as long as I had you I'd be okay… You would love Palo Alto, Rory. We could go hiking in the Dish on weekends, biking at the bay lands."

I laughed.

"Wow. California me sounds really athletic."

"Coffee drinking on University Avenue?"

"That's much easier to imagine."

"I went exploring a little and there is this house that we could rent. It has a back yard with an avocado tree."

"I like guacamole."

Where did that come from? I mean I know the whole avocado thing, but so not the time to make small talk about dip. Somehow he understood and lovingly granted me another smirk.

"And it's only thirty-five miles south of San Francisco, just a straight shot up the 101."

"Wow, you've done a lot of research."

He's really thought about this. He's thought about it a lot.

"Yeah, you could work at the Chronicle or the San Francisco Bay Guardian."

Both were good options.

"Wow. Oh, it sounds…amazing. Logan, it sounds wonderful I just I don't know, I mean you've had time to think about this and research newspapers, and it's so sweet, and wonderful, and just I'm-I'm hearing about it for the first time."

"So are you saying in the past two years you never thought about marrying me?" He asked me with a smug smile written on his face. He knew the answer before I'd even voiced it.

"No, of course I have!"

"And?"

"And it's a really wonderful thought, but it was always hypothetical."

"I know, for me too, but then it hit me why wait? Remember when we were in the Life and Death Brigade and we stood on top of that tower and we held hands and we jumped? Let's do that again, Rory. Lets Jump."

"Rory?"

I was beyond grateful to hear my mother's voice break through the bitter memory.

"Mom, I'm in here."

I'd spent the last hour and a half in my room unpacking things that had traveled cross county with me. I was finally back home in Stars Hallow. I'd spent the last seven months learning that writing for Webpress' coverage of the Obama campaign wasn't exactly what I'd hoped it would be. The experience was somehow lacking. Lacking in something very vital, what exactly I couldn't tell you if I tried. It was everything a young reporter dreams of. I was rubbing elbows with all the industry big wigs. I was gaining new experience and perspective every day with each city that passed. All the while enjoying a front row seat to the making of American history. What could possibly be lacking? But something was, so much so I'd respectfully resigned my position and left the campaign trail early. I thanked Hugo for the opportunity he'd given me, the opportunity of a lifetime.

"Oh, there you are kid." Mom said opening the door to my room while I made quick work of drying my tears and safely tucking the rocket under my bed.

Mom is my closest friend and we've shared every detail of our lives for years. We've witnessed love and heartbreak with every relationship we've each had, but even she doesn't know the depth of the pain I've been enduring for the past seven months. I hope and pray she never will.

"Hey, mom how was work?"

" Ehh. You know, Damn the man! How was your day daughter?"

She scans the room and then looks at me with suspicious eyes.

"Looks like you've made absolutely NO progress in getting this junk unpacked."

"Mom considering you're the owner of the inn I think you just damned yourself, and I have made progress in unpacking these priceless items." I say lightheartedly while pointing to the half full bookshelf on my right.

I was hoping to somehow deflect any further interrogations regarding my lack of progress today. That conversation was something I was clearly unprepared for.

"Okay, well I say we leave your junk."

She looks at me and smiles cunningly.

"I'm sorry your priceless items, stowed away safely in their protective boxes and find some food. Mommy is starving kid. Didn't Obama teach you to feed the hungry mommies of the world?"

"Oh, darn I knew I should have been taking notes!"

Crisis avoided. I don't know that I've ever been quite so happy that Lorelai Gilmore has the attention span of a two year old child and the "starving" stomach of a full grown man.

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LOGAN POV:

I leaned back in my leather chair staring incredulously at the glaring screen in front of me. I'd arrived at the office earlier than usual this morning in order to prepare for a lunch meeting with a group of investors. I came in and retrieved my messages from my secretary. Then I sat down at my desk to scan through my emails as was my daily routine. A routine that had served me well over the past seven months, the business was excelling and the group of investors I'd be meeting with in just a few hours are exactly what we need to put ourselves at the top of our game. This meeting is essential to the growth of our company. This meeting needs and deserves my full attention.

However, my full attention is something that I currently could not give it. At least not since I'd been stupid enough to open the email that was now daunting me from the screen of my laptop. It was an email from my old friend and colleague Hugo Gray, an email that I'd been expecting since it was the beginning of the month. Days after Rory had signed on with Webpress, Hugo's online newspaper, he'd unknowingly contacted me when he'd been unable to reach her. I informed him of the breakup and gave him Lorelia's number. I was however grateful to God for his small mistake. A week later I sent him an email asking him if he'd forward me a copy of the articles she'd be submitting each month. I claimed that I'd like to keep up with the campaign myself, and that I trusted Rory to present a clear and unbiased opinion. Thankfully he'd agreed to do so without even questioning my obvious and blatant lie.

For seven months I'd kept contact with the woman I once loved more than life itself through her well written articles. At times when I read them it seemed as if she were here with me sharing her experiences first hand. Telling me the stories from the campaign trail with her childlike excitement and that beautiful twinkle she gets in her eyes when she's doing what she loves. I was so proud of her, so proud of all she was accomplishing in her life. So proud that my Ace was chasing her dreams. That is until today when I found a note attached to Rory's article.

To: Logan Huntzberger

From: Hugo Gray

Subject: Article

Logan, sorry to tell you this man but this will be the last article you'll get written by Rory. She left the campaign trail. Thanked me for the opportunity. She said it was the chance of a lifetime but it was missing something for her. She said she had to go and figure out what was missing. Hope she finds it. –Hugo

She'd left the campaign trail? Why? Why would Rory do that? I know Rory Gilmore and I know that this campaign and writing for Webpress was something she would love, something she'd be passionate about. She'd said something was missing? What could possibly be missing? As irritating as the mystery of her words to Hugo were the devastation of the loss of contact was overwhelming every other emotion I had at the moment. Broken, my one way of keeping her close, my one way to not lose her completely it was broken. Suddenly the weight of my loss hit me in a way I'd been desperately hoping to avoid for the past seven months. For the first time since the day I'd made the greatest mistake of my life, the day I walked away from everything that ever mattered, I was a broken man. I succumbed to the memory of Rory's graduation and drowned myself in the tears that I had previously refused to cry.

She looked beautiful making her way to me in her cap and gown.

"Hey, Congratulations."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, you did a great job. No tripping, no dropping your diploma." I said light heartedly trying desperately to ease some of the tension that had surrounded us since the party her grandparents threw for her. The party where I'd asked her to be my wife, and she'd in turn asked for time to think it over.

"No. Not anything like that."

"I remember when I graduated. I was a little tipsy, it's a big surprise huh? And I did trip and I reached out and grabbed the robe of Marsha Hadley who was so not the person to grab."

What was I saying I was babbling like a Gilmore. God I'm nervous. We both know what's looming, her decision. But what has she decided? What if she doesn't want this? What if she doesn't want me?

"Logan…I'm sorry."

And in that moment my entire world and existence ceased. Who knew a single moment could so drastically change your entire life?

"I can't…I love you, you know how much I love you."

Obviously not enough.

"I love the idea of being married to you, but there's just a lot of things in my life right now that are undecided and that use to scare me but now I kind of like the idea that it's all just kinda wide open and if I married you it wouldn't be."

Oh my God, she's saying no. She's actually saying no!

"So what, I go to San Francisco and you stay on the East and we see each other occasionally?"

"We can try long distance. We've done it before."

I wanted to scream. Dammit, Rory! I don't want that. London was hell without her.

"You really think that's gonna work?"

"I think it'll be hard but-"I cut her off…

"I don't wanna do that, Rory, I don't wanna move backwards. If we can't take that next step-"

"What?"

What is right? What, Logan? What are you doing?

"I mean." She stopped me…

"Does it have to be all or nothing?"

God she's breaking my heart. Why can't it be all? She doesn't want it all with me?

"Yeah. It does."

It does? Oh hell, it does!

"But we could at least try."

"What's the point?"

She looked away and then back to me.

"So?" She asked her voice slightly breaking.

"So?"

Please, Rory. Please, God. Rory do this. Marry me!!! And then what was left of my heart was completely destroyed, as she handed me the ring back.

"Goodbye, Rory."

"Mr. Huntzberger." The buzz of the intercom and my secretary's voice snapped me out of the horrible memory.

"Yes, Janet?"

"Miss Stephens is here to see you."

Oh great that is the last thing I need at this moment. Or maybe it's exactly what I need?

"Thank you, Janet. You can send her in."

I shut my laptop, wiped my bloodshot eyes, and braced myself as the tall mahogany door to my office opened and in stepped Jessica Stephens.

"Hey honey." She said walking around my desk and placing her beautiful body in my lap.

Jessica is a gorgeous woman. She's tall and slender with legs that go on for days. She has a glowing California tan and light blonde hair. She has emerald green eyes that immediately draw you in. Of course I couldn't get lost in them quite like I got lost in the all too familiar blue eyes I'd seen myself in for three years.

"Hey, Jessie." I said as I placed a soft kiss on her lips. "What are you doing here baby?"

Jessica and I had met each other at a local bar a little over a month after my move to the west coast. Within a week she'd spent the night and has spent almost every night with me since.

"Well, I'm meeting Sarah for lunch. I thought I'd stop by on my way to wish you luck with your meeting. I know you've been stressing about it for weeks but you're going to be amazing, Logan. They won't know what hit em."

She was smiling down at me and running her slim fingers though my unruly blonde hair. Not only is she beautiful but she's an amazingly thoughtful person, and extremely intelligent. She'd been a wonderful girlfriend for the past five months. I'm lucky to have her.

"Thanks, Jess. You're great you know that?"

"Yes well of course." She said as she got up from my lap and made her way to the door. "And you never forget it, Huntzberger."

She smiled and blew me a quick kiss before turning to open the door.

"See you tonight."

"See you then."