Note: The song used, Traffic by Marie Digby! Please R&R!

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TRAFFIC

"Oooh Page Six, let's see what's the headlines for today!", Lorelai Gilmore sat at her daughter's table, flipping through the latest copy of Page Six she got hold of. Her prized possession, her daughter,sat herself across the table from her mother, sipping her coffee as she always does every morning. Rory has done well for herself; she moved to New York City where she found a high-flying job which allowed her to get an apartment out there. But no matter where she moved to, nothing keeps her away from her soulmate, her mom. "It is reported that Logan.. Huntzberger..", Lorelai glanced quickly at Rory and saw her face fell; proceeding to switch the subject,".. uh, you know what, it's nothing interesting anyway"

"He's getting engaged". Rory said blankly.

"Oh, you read it"

"Right the moment it arrived", Rory replied. When she saw it earlier, a part of her heart felt like it was being clenched in a tight fist. Lorelai tossed the paper far back on the floor behind her and reached her hand out to touch Rory's. "Kid, are you okay, if you want I could get Luke to get us ten freaking tubs of ice cream all the way from Stars Hollow and I could stay here and eat them up with you till the break of dawn"

Her daughter lit up with a smile when she heard of her mother's eccentric idea. She assured her. "Mom, I'm okay, don't worry". This is why her mother has been her soulmate, her best friend. No matter what she says or how crazy her ideas can get, Lorelai never fails to put a smile on her face.

Rory drank up the last bit of her coffee and got up, "I gotta go to work now; I'll see you when I get back"

"Okayy", Lorelai looked on, as her daughter walked into the room to get ready. Sure thing, Rory looked fine from where she sees her now. But the big question is, has she really gotten over that man for real? She sighed.

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A year after her graduation, Rory got a job at the New York Journal and she's been there since. The thing is, her office is literally a city away from where she lived. And this morning, luck wasn't on her side when the streets decided to be jammed up with multiple number of car accidents and a wedding procession on the way.

Parker, her editor, leaned against her desk, smiled coyly. "You clocked in 10 minutes and 32 seconds late this morning". Parker was the one who interviewed and hired her. Parker, is a really smart man; a hands-down Harvard graduate, a fiance of a up-and-coming New York fashion designer, Lily Garcia; and a boss with an obsessive compulsive disorder for punctuality.

She should have known that Parker will check the staff's clock-in times everyday without fail. Rory explained, "I know, I literally dash through the city to get here. And I'm sorry". And she wasn't lying; she wasn't living three blocks away from the office, she was living practically a city away and for her to be able to only clock in 10 and a half minutes late on a hectic morning was pretty impressive.

"Very well, to make up to the magazine, here's an assignment for you", Parker hurled a sealed brown envelope he had in his hands earlier, on her table. She pickedit up and got her letter opener from her drawer, to try to open the envelope. "What's this about?"

Parker answered. "An interview; with a prominent man by the name of Logan Huntzbe-",

"Logan Huntzberger", she finished his sentence before he could answer, and her heart literally froze.

"Good job Gilmore, you're getting fast on track here!", Parker gave her two thumbs up, with a goofy smile on his face.

Rory knew she could not take this assignment. She wasn't ready. Then, she decided to push her luck. "Parker, I know I'm asking for too much but is it okay if you assigned this to someone else instead? Maybe Eliz or Steve?"

Parker sure wasn't happy because his "two thumbs up" instantly dissapeared and his goofy smile evolved into a frown. "Are you telling your boss what to do, when you don't even do what you're asked to?"

"No, Parker, all I'm saying is that.."

He didn't want to listen further. "Rory, it wasn't a question when I put it out on your desk. It was a demand. So, get it down and put it on my desk in 7 days time" Her boss turned on his heel and walked off.

And just then he stopped, Rory taught that there could be a littlest bit of hope that he would let her skip out on this. She held on to her hopes, when he turned and said, "And oh, be sure to ask about his recent engagement news and get some scoop on it. We want to keep people interested in reading"

He winked at her, and walked into his room.

Rory sat there, with the envelope still not opened. She knew they were bound to see each other sooner or later, even if it's out of a million people in New York City.

But she never expected it to be this soon.

With her fingers trembling, she picked up the phone receiver to dial the number on the envelope.

The dialing tone went on.

"Hello, Huntzberger Media, may I help You?"

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"You're the traffic in my head"