AN: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. It's always great to hear what you think. Here is the third and penultimate chapter. And to any Finn's out there that means second to last. lol. There is plenty of Rogan interaction in this chapter and I hope you all enjoy. I have the final chapter finished too and I will post it asap. Thanks to my beta Megan. And for the millionth time, I don't own the show.

Closure

Chapter 3: Forever

As soon as Logan arrived in Stars Hollow, he felt a rush of anxiety come over him. He had felt so certain that this is what he needed: to see her, to make peace with the end of their relationship, to say goodbye. However, as soon as he drove into this little town of hers, he felt as though she was all around him, taunting him. He suddenly began to think that he should just turn the car around and head for the new life he had planned for them both.

He was close to doing just that when he saw her brown hair flowing freely as she walked huddled between her grandparents. He rolled down the window of his car and watched as she hugged Richard and Emily. He noticed the sad expressions on their faces; they were saying goodbye.

Logan sat back in his seat and took a deep breath; he then turned off the engine of the car so as to prevent him from speeding away instantly. He opened the door and slowly climbed out. He straightened up and turned around to see the huge tent covering the town square. He watched as people danced to the rather loud music, laughing and joking. His eyes were drawn back to where Rory was standing with her grandparents. He sighed and then walked around to the other side of the car.

He didn't want to interrupt them; he wasn't going to just walk over there and say 'hi' as though nothing had happened. He wasn't quite willing to hand over his heart for her to stomp on once more. So he waited. He leaned back against the car and folded his arms across his chest, keeping his eyes on the woman who had broken his heart.

As he stood patiently waiting and dreading for her to notice him there, Logan couldn't help thinking about the past three years. She had become such a permanent fixture in his life that all of his memories were of times spent with her. He thought about the first time he met her which he still to this day couldn't quite remember. The second time around, she had made quite an impression on him. He thought about the way she manoeuvred her way into his life through the LDB event he had taken her along to. After that, it had only been a matter of time before he was completely hooked. That night at her grandparents vow renewal, where she had pursued him rather relentlessly, was the moment where everything changed. Little did he know then that he would fall in love with her and spend the next few years trying to make another person as happy as she made him.

Sure, they had their ups and downs like every couple but that only seemed to make them stronger, or so he thought. He had grown up so much during his time with Rory. He had grown into a man he hoped would be good enough to have her want to share her life with him. Apparently, he was wrong. It wasn't enough. He wasn't enough.

Logan lowered his head and shut his eyes only to see her blue eyes haunting him. When he opened his eyes and looked back at Rory and her grandparents, he found himself staring directly into those unforgettable cerulean orbs of hers and instantly felt his heart sink.

He felt his whole body tremble in anticipation as a lump formed in his throat. He watched her as she began walking slowly towards him. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

In the few days since he had last seen her, he hadn't spoken to her and he realised as she walked towards him, just how much he was going to miss her. He realised just how much it was going to break his heart to walk away from her again.

Finally, she reached the car and stopped before him. He heard her sigh as she stared up at him. He saw the pain in her eyes, he knew it was reflected right back at her in his.

They stood in silence for what felt like forever until, finally, she spoke.

"Hi," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Logan waited a beat before speaking, not quite sure whether any noise would come out.

"Hi."

Silence descended, the only noise Logan could hear was the thumping in his chest and the roaring in his ears. It completely drowned out the celebrations around them.

"I'm sorry for just showing up like this. I would've called first but…"

"It's okay." Rory quickly assured him. "I'm just surprised to see you. I thought, I thought you would've been in California by now."

"My flight's in a few hours." he explained.

"Oh." Rory said softly, a hint of disappointment seeping into her voice and her eyes.

"So, you got a job, huh?" He said, trying to quell the awkwardness between them. Usually, they found it so easy to just talk about anything, but not now. The tension between them was heavy, weighing down on them both.

"Um…yeah," she started hesitantly before brightening slightly. "It's with the online magazine. Hugo offered it to me. I guess I should thank you for introducing me to him."

"Nah, it's all you, Rory. Hugo just knows talent when he sees it," he said honestly. Rory smiled at him before the silence drew them both in once more.

Logan watched her closely; he was hypnotised by her. He was desperate to reach out and kiss her, to pull her into his arms and feel her heart beating against his chest.

Rory lowered her gaze to the ground before returning to look at him intensely. She furrowed her brows and narrowed her eyes as she searched his face for something.

"Logan…what are you doing here?" she asked hesitantly. Logan locked his eyes with hers and sighed.

"I was just on my way to the airport. I just…I needed to see you." He told her, painfully baring his soul to her. "I don't want your graduation to be the last time we see each other. I think we deserve more than that."

Rory smiled sadly back at him and took a step closer. Logan sighed and dropped his vision to her hands. He ached to touch her. He wanted to reach out and just lace his fingers through hers. Surprising himself, he did just that.

He obviously surprised Rory with his gesture, but she didn't pull away. She squeezed his hand with hers and closed her eyes, a smile on her face as they both enjoyed the contact they had craved for days.

"Can we…? Can we go somewhere and talk?" he asked softly, his voice barely audible as he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. The feel of her hand in his caused his stomach to do cartwheels and he loved every minute of being close to her again. He had missed her.

"Sure," she whispered, while resisting the overwhelming urge to just throw her arms around him. "Umm, I'll meet you at the house in ten minutes."

"Okay." Logan reluctantly dropped her hand. Rory watched him as he walked around to the driver's side of the car. As she turned to make her way back to the party, Logan stopped and called her name. "Hey Rory!"

Rory spun around to face him. "Yeah?"

Logan smiled as he rest his arms on the roof of the car. "Congratulations. The job…I'm really proud of you."

Rory smiled brightly back at him, mirroring his own; it was the first he had smiled in days. She then turned back and disappeared into the crowd. Logan climbed into his car and started the engine as he made the short drive to her childhood home.

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As far as awkward silences went, the one present between them as they stood anxiously waiting for the coffee to brew, was of mammoth proportions. Neither had any idea what to say. Both were afraid to say anything at all for fear of what it would mean.

Logan stood leaning against the counter staring at Rory who was thoroughly amused by the ceiling, the floor, the chair, and anything else she could think of to look at instead of him. Logan smirked; she was nervous, he could tell. He watched her as she chewed on her lip, her blue eyes looking everywhere but at him.

Removing his eyes from her, he glanced towards her bedroom, a room which held good memories for him upon his first visit to Stars Hollow. Looking closer, he noticed all of the boxes sitting. The suitcase and the bags beside it. He sighed; she really was leaving, but not with him.

Logan found himself wandering towards her old room and stood leaning against the doorway, remembering their time there. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as Rory drew up behind him. He turned to face her and saw her sad eyes as she too remembered the good times. She brushed passed him and entered the room. The feel of her body touching him so briefly and the scent of her wafting around him caused Logan to tremble, as the sensations she could so easily arouse in him bubbled under the surface.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he quickly composed himself and then followed after her. However, he stopped as something sitting on her dresser caught his eye. It was the rocket he had given her when he left for London.

Rory eyed him sceptically as he wandered over to the dresser and picked it up.

"I can't believe you still have this," he whispered with a smile on his face. He had given it to her as a symbol of how he felt for her.

'True Love.' He cringed every time he thought about it.

"Are you kidding? I love that rocket," she told him enthusiastically. "It's the most romantic, thoughtful present I've ever gotten. And it's from you. I would never get rid of anything you gave me."

Logan glanced back at her, his smile fading as he noticed the tear roll down her cheek. He frowned and placed the rocket back on the dresser.

"I'm sorry, Rory." He said seriously, using up all of his strength not to pull her into his arms and comfort her. Rory inclined her head slightly and narrowed her eyes in confusion.

"For what? If anyone has anything to apologise for, its me."

"I'm sorry for walking away like that. I'm sorry for proposing. I shouldn't have…"

"Please don't ever apologise for asking me to marry you, Logan," she cut him off, her voice thick with emotion. That was the last thing she wanted for him to regret asking her. It had been the sweetest most wonderful moment of her life hearing him ask her to be his wife. If anyone was supposed to apologise it was her for turning him down.

Rory sighed as they stood at an impasse. She sat down on the edge of her bed and stared off into the distance. There was silence once more as Logan moved over to the window.

"I wanted to say 'yes'." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat and continued. "I wanted to say 'yes,' I almost did but…I wasn't…ready."

Logan turned to face her as Rory looked up at him, his face hidden by the shadows.

"Rory…"

"I never wanted us to break up. That was the last thing I wanted. I loved you, I still do."

"Rory…" he started. He didn't know what to say. He felt his heartstrings pull as she told him she loved him, but he shook his head. It wasn't about that; love. That fact had never been in doubt - well not when the rational part of his mind was working. He knew deep down that she loved him, but he wanted more. He wanted to face the world with her as his wife. He wanted to grow old with her, raise a family, and be happy. He wanted forever with this woman. "…believe me, when I asked you to marry me, I never thought that it would end up this way. This is not what I wanted either."

Rory raised her head up with renewed hope and optimism at his last words. "So, lets change it. Logan, we did the long distance thing before. I don't see why we cant just do it again. I know it will be hard but when you love each other as much as we do then we can make it work. It doesn't have to mean going backwards. We can still be together. Isn't that the most important thing?"

Logan shook his head in frustration; he couldn't go back to that. He couldn't go from proposing to her to seeing her every couple of months. "How often do you think we would see each other, Rory? And now you have this job, you're going to be on the road constantly. Indefinitely. I can't spend all that time apart from you never knowing when I'm going to see you again. It's too hard."

He moved over to the bed and sat beside her. Rory brushed the hair from her face while feeling so utterly lost at the situation. She loved him, she wanted to make it work. She didn't want to lose him forever. She couldn't bear the thought of never seeing him again; it would break her heart. Rory wiped a hand over her cheeks as the tears which had been threatening to escape started flowing.

"I want you to be my wife. I want to wake up beside you every morning, I want your face to be the last thing I see before I fall asleep at night. I want to be your husband and support you in everything that you dream for yourself. I want to make babies with you and grow old. I never thought I wanted that before, but I do."

"I want that too," she said softly as another tear escaped. "I want all of that. But…just…"

"Not yet," he finished for her. Rory sighed, defeated. Unconsciously, she rolled her head onto his shoulder as Logan gently rubbed her back in soothing circles.

"You weren't part of the plan, you know. Since I could talk I had my entire life planned out. Go to Chilton, go to Harvard, graduate and become a journalist. I never saw you coming. I never planned on falling in love, that wasn't on the agenda," she explained as the tears continued to flow. Logan rest his head on hers and closed his eyes as he listened to her speak.

"I know the feeling," he said simply.

At that, Rory laughed remembering how she had practically thrown herself at him. Her mind flew back to the time when they had gone to Martha's Vineyard with her mother and Luke for Valentines Day. She remembered the conversation she had with her mother about Luke and Logan being 'the ones.' She had meant it. She still knew it to be true. Logan was 'The One.'

Everything in her body was telling her to take the chance, to take the 'jump;' to marry Logan and live the dream. Why couldn't she? What was holding her back? The Great 'Wide Open?' The fear of leaving her family and the life she knew so well? She would be leaving that anyway.

However, if she went to California with Logan she could have everything. She could easily get some kind of job there or she could go back to University and do a graduate course. Most importantly, she could be with him. She could still be a journalist and be with Logan, right?

Rory pulled her head from Logan's shoulder and sat up straight. She felt herself smiling uncontrollably as she decided in her mind what she wanted; it was Logan. It was always Logan. She wanted to be with him for the rest of her life and she was willing to make the sacrifice to enable her do that.

"Let's do it." She said suddenly, startling Logan slightly. He frowned as she faced him, her eyes wide, and her face full of excitement.

"Let's do what?"

"Everything! Let's go to California, let's get married. I can be a journalist anywhere I want and I want to be with you. I want that Avocado tree!" she rambled. Logan found it hard to process everything she was saying but felt his heart leap as she spoke.

"What?"

"Logan, I love you. I can have both. I want to have both."

"But what about things not being 'wide open' anymore if you married me?"

"Screw 'wide open!'" she said flippantly.

"Rory."

"Logan do you still want to marry me?" He stared at her as if she were insane before slowly nodding his head.

"Of course I do but-"

"So let's do it. Let's jump!"

"Ror-" he was cut off by her lips crashing on to his. She kissed him ferociously, deepening it instantly. Logan was slower to react but as he felt her tongue invade his mouth, he lost all sense of right or wrong. Everything else melted away and all that mattered was that he was here with his Ace and he was never going to let her go ever again.

The kiss quickly became filled with overwhelming passion as all of the pent up frustrations and tensions were released. Logan wrapped his arms around her as his tongue duelled with hers. He couldn't get enough of her. He had lost all rational thought and all he could think about was how wonderful it felt to have her in his arms again, to have her lips on his.

Rory was on autopilot. She never knew it was possible to need someone as much as she needed him. Every touch, every kiss made her burn for more. She kissed him hungrily as though she had been starved for years when it was only really a few days since they had last been together.

Almost mechanically, she began unbuttoning his shirt and ripping it from his body as her hands roamed over his hard, flat stomach. She traced kisses over his neck, down his chest; sucking and laving his smooth skin, making him groan in contentment. Her hands hastily made their way to his pants as her lips found his once more. She unzipped his pants and pulled the belt from around him as Logan's hands pulled at the hem of her shirt.

Rory raised her arms above her head to aid him in the shirt removal process and then quickly crashed her lips back down on his. She moaned into the kiss as she felt his soft hands roaming caressingly over her back. He quickly unclasped her bra and rolled the straps over her arms and off. Rory's moans became louder as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples and he began laving it with his warm, moist tongue. She arched her back against him, loving the sensations he elicited from her. She felt him pushing her back on the bed and then tugging at the zipper of her pants.

He broke away as he hovered above her while slowly sliding her pants and underwear over her hips and off her legs. She felt the cold air hit her momentarily before she felt Logan's hot skin on hers. His mouth was on hers again as their tongues fought for superiority.

Her breath hitched as she felt him slowly sliding into her, penetrating, filling her completely. Logan groaned as he felt her wet heat welcome him so enthusiastically. He had always loved the feel of being inside her, she fit him perfectly. Just one of the many reasons why they were so overwhelmingly compatible.

"Is this okay?" he asked as he pulled out of her and then plunged into her again with one smooth stroke. Her back arched and she cried out in pain and pleasure as he became buried deep inside her.

"Mmm," she whimpered and bucked her hips up to meet his. "Yes."

Logan kissed her soundly on the lips and then began thrusting in and out setting a steady rhythm, driving then both towards the edge. Rory arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist trying to give them both more friction. Logan raised himself on his arms as he continued pounding into her relentlessly, breathlessly. He looked down noticing that her eyes were closed. He wanted to see her staring back at him. He wanted to see the look of sheer bliss when he eventually sent her over the edge.

"Rory, open your eyes." He said in a low, husky voice as he matched her hips with every thrust.

Instantly she opened her eyes and he found himself even more turned on by the dark, undulated lust he saw there. She bit her lip causing Logan to lose it and he swooped down and kissed her harshly on the mouth. He sucked her lip into his mouth as he picked up the pace.

"Logan, mmm faster, please…" Rory managed as he slammed into her with even more vigour as their sweaty bodies clung to one another with every thrust. She was close, he could tell as he felt her muscles pulse and contract around him. He saw her bite her lip once again and her face contort in a mixture of agony and pleasure. She was holding back for him and he was determined to send her soaring. He pushed harder into her until the building pleasure became too much to bare and with one final thrust, Rory called out as wave after glorious wave of bliss passed through her body. Logan followed instantly after her letting out a low guttural groan and then collapsed on top of her, exhausted by his exertions.

Rory wrapped her arms around him and pulled him flush against her as they both panted desperately searching for breath. She could feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest and as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that right there was where she wanted to be. Forever.