1AN: I was on a plane going home when I wrote this- and I decided to write a fanfiction of my own! Yay!
Rogan
It's 2009, and Rory has just turned 24, while Logan is now 26. They had gotten married the year before; they reside in New York where Rory is a journalist for the New York Times and Logan's working under his father
Logan awakened with the sound of the news, coming from the living room, where Rory is drinking her morning coffee.
"Morning, Ace," Logan said as he gave her a quick kiss.
"You're finally awake!" Rory replied, smiling at the sight of her husband's horrible bedhead.
"Yes of course I am. Is that your first cup?" Logan asked, knowing it was probably her 3rd cup of coffee, it was 11:00 am already.
"Nope, 4th actually. I was up pretty late last night, I had to finish a review for the band I saw the other day."
"Ugh, at least tell me you showed a little mercy?"
"Yes, I did. I mean, it was Lane's band!"
"I should've known. They working on their 2nd CD now?"
"Yep, they're signed for 3 albums. I can't believe it! I'm a famous drummer's best friend!"
"A famous journalist who just happens to have a famous drummer as a best friend you mean?"
"And your wife of course!" Rory laughed.
"That goes without saying," Logan smirked.
The phone rings and Logan answered.
"Huntzburger residence?"
"I'm looking for Lorelai Huntzburger."
"Hold on, I'll get her."
Logan hands the phone to Rory.
"Hello?" Rory answered.
"Hello, this is Margaret from the Midwest Connecticut Hospital. We're calling to inform you that one, Lorelai Danes was in a car wreck late last night and is now in Intensive Care. She has broken her collar bone, a few ribs, and her right leg; she's on life support, and we're not sure if she'll make it."
"What!" Rory exclaimed, paniced.
End of 1st Chapter!
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