Ok, so I've been wanting to update this, but I have been having a horrible couple of weeks. I got sick (again) and then a bunch of other crappy things happened and I just wasn't in the mood to write and I couldn't concentrate. I was going to update "You're her brother?" first, but I had an idea for this story, and I needed to write it. I will hopefully update my other stuff soon.

You should know that its midnight right now, and I have like a bazillion medicines and crap in me, so the chances of it not making sense and it having like a million grammar mistakes are high. Lol.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Gilmore Girls.

Now that she finally knew who her father was, she was going to find him, and she was going to find out why he had left.

Shifting in her seat, Stephanie turned her head away from the window and back towards the inside of the crowded bus. She was tired of looking at all the perfect, fancy houses with their expensive cars and perfect gardens. But, at least that meant they were getting close.

After waiting until her mom was out of the house again, she had looked up the so called Logan Huntzberger – she had wanted to be completely sure there was no chance of her mother finding out what she was going – and found out he had taken over his father's paper, was extremely rich, and only lived two hours away.

Stephanie was now on his way to his house, where she was determined to confront him and find out the truth about him. But with each passing minute, she became more and more weary. How would he react? Would he accept her? Would he push her away? Would he even recognize her?

The bus slowly came to a stop, the doors squeaked as they opened, and Stephanie hesitantly stood up. She could hardly believe she was doing this. In less than five minutes she was going to see her father again. That is, if he was there.

Then it hit her, what if he wasn't home? What if someone else answered? What would she say? What would she do? But she quickly shook the thoughts out of her head, he had to be there, he just had to.

She walked up to his door, counting each step, memorizing the path. His house was gigantic; it was more like a mansion. The pathway leading up to it was long, and the garden around it was flawless. She noted the multiple cars in the driveway; each one more expensive than her entire house. It was a picture perfect home. It was her father's home. But it wasn't hers, nothing about it was familiar, and she feared that it never would be.

Stephanie reached the top of the steps. She straightened the purse on her shoulder and smoothed down her skirt. She was nervous. She was anxious. She wished she had never done this. But it was too late to turn back, she was at his house, standing on his doorstep, and she was going to have to go through with it.

She stood there for a moment, working up the nerve. Taking a deep breath, Stephanie raised her hand, clenched it in a fist, brought it up to the door, and knocked.

One, two, three.

At first she thought no one was home, but then she remembered all the cars in the driveway. There had to be someone. When she heard the faint footsteps from inside, increasing in volume as the made there way over, Stephanie tried to smile. She tried to look normal, but she knew that was impossible, she was a wreck.

She watched as the door started to swing open, preparing herself for what was about to happen. This was it; there was definitely no going back now. She started to take in a breath, preparing herself for her introduction, when she saw who was at the door. It was not the person she expected.

"May I help you?" The young girl asked when she saw the confused expression on Stephanie's face. He had a daughter? He had a family? But she shouldn't have been so surprised. Of course he had a family, of course he had other kids. It wasn't like he just put life on hold as soon as he left their lives.

And even though she knew it was impossible, Stephanie always dreamed that when she found him, he would just come running back to her and her mom, and things would pick up where they left off. But those things only happened in fairytales, and this was not a fairytale, it was real life. And in real life, Logan Huntzberger, her father, had moved on. He had a new life. He had new kids. He didn't need her. What was she thinking ever coming here in the first place?

Now that she thought about it, she didn't even know where they had left off. At one point did he leave? Had he ever even met her before? Chances were, he hadn't. So why had she gone to such great lengths to find him? Was it even worth it?

But she had, and now here she was, starring at his precious daughter. How old was that girl anyway? Thirteen? Fourteen? How long after he left her did he start his new family? All those questions were swirling around in her head, mocking her for her idiocy. She was so stunned she had forgotten to speak.

"Are you ok?" The girl asked, eyeing Stephanie suspiciously.

"Ya, I'm fine, I just..." But she was cut off by someone else entering the doorway.

"Brie, who is it?" The man asked as he looked outside to see who it was. When he saw her, Stephanie could have sworn he was having a heart attack. He just stopped, and starred at her, completely shocked and so confused. Stephanie had always been told she was a spitting image of her mother, and this was proof. It was also proof he remembered. Or at least he remembered her mom.

"Who are you?" Logan asked.

"I'm....I should go." Stephanie stammered as she turned to run away. But she didn't get any farther than two steps before she felt a strong hand on arm, pulling her back.

"You look familiar. Do I know you?" He asked again.

"No, you don't." Stephanie stated plainly, trying to release herself from his tight grip. But then she sighed, she hadn't come all this way for nothing. "Yes, you do. Maybe. I don't know. I should go."

"Please, just tell me who you are."

"I'm...nobody." Stephanie sighed, she wasn't giving in. She had changed her mind, she couldn't go through with it. She couldn't go through with it.

"At least just answer me one question." Logan begged. "Who is your mother?"

"Why?"

"Just tell me."

"Rory. Rory Gilmore." Stephanie muttered.

"That's what I thought." The mumbled under his breath. "And how old are you?"

"I'm 16." She told him, thoroughly confused. But if Stephanie was confused, then Logan was baffled. He was beyond that. He was completely stunned.

And without thinking, he let go her arm, and she ran away.

So, how was it? Did it make sense? lol Reviews make me happy!