Sorry it took so long for an update, I'm not very pleased with it so let me know what you think

Logan and Rory we packed and ready to go. Logan took one last look around his apartment; almost as if it was the last time he was going to see it. Rory came up behind him as he stood in the doorway to the living room from the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

"We just have to stop by the office on the way to the airport."

Rory nodded into his back,

"Logan, um…"

"Yeah Ace?" Logan turned around to look her in the face, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Still speechless around me…it's pretty understandable; I'm just so damn sexy."

"And here comes the ego, I don't think we'll have enough room in the plane for it," Logan chuckled and pulled her towards him and crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was short, but on the knee weakening rector scale it was at least an 8.9. When they pulled apart, Rory bit her lip and looking at him.

"What about Tori?" Logan shook his head,

"I must be doing something wrong if you're thinking about Tori when I kiss you…I want you all to myself." Rory playfully whacked his arm,

"could you be serious? I meant what are you going to do about her?"

"Ohhh… that makes more sense," Logan laughed but then became serious,

"Don't worry Rory; I'll take care of the Tori situation. Now let's head out we don't want Paris calling in the marines."

"Crap! She would actually do that!" Logan chuckled and grabbed a few bags. They headed out of the building and loaded up the car.

After driving a few minuets Logan pulled over and came to a halt in front of a very sky scrapping building.

"I just have to run into the office to grab my laptop and a few files, 5 minuets…7 at the most."

"I'm in love with a work dork..." Rory replied shaking her head in mock shame.

"Say it again."

"Work Dork?"

"No the other part." Rory's lips spread into a giddy love sick grin,

"I love you." Logan's grin quickly followed,

"I love you." He said as he got out of the car and jogged into the building, remembering that it was against the Gilmore handbook to keep a Gilmore waiting.

Upon exiting the elevator Logan was immediately spotted,

"Logan!" he sighed and turned,

"Hey Steve, I can't really talk right now." Steve caught up with him,

"Alright then I'll make this quick. Bridgemont Spelling and Co. is trying to screw us." Logan halted, looked at his watch sighed and walked back to Steve.

"Okay Steve you have my attention, care to elaborate?"

"They are trying to change the contract and deal without running it by us. Luckily Jared Binckle called me this morning when the files came across his desk at the law firm. They are trying to get controlling shares and take over, while we are none the wiser." Logan cursed, while he had intended it to be silent or at least mumbled, everyone in the office heard him.

"I'll take care of it, thanks for letting me know." He began to walk away, after seeing Steve's face fall, but came up with a better idea,

"On second thought Steve, pull out."

"What?"

"Pull out of the merger, today. Have the papers sent to the Dragon Fly Inn and faxed to my father's house. I will get them from one of those locations and sign them." Steve smiled, try and screw us? We'll screw you…there's the Logan he was expecting months ago.

"Right away," he turned towards the rest of the office, with a smug grin of triumph, stood on a chair and shouted to the rest of the staff,

"Alright you heard him let's get to work, we're pulling out." Logan made it to his office unstopped this time.

A man tapped Steve on his leg to get his attention. Steve hopped down,

"What can I do for you?"

The man gestured with his head toward the direction Logan went,

"Is that Logan Huntzberger?"

"That'd be him." The man looked quite relieved,

"Good I have the right place, my name is Thompson Throe I own a small newspaper company-"

"The Hempstead Chronicle?" the man seemed to be surprised he knew the paper,

"Yes that's the one." Steve got a smile on his face as an idea came to mind. Logan was walking fast towards the elevator,

"Logan, HPG back east?" Logan smiled,

"Well it is time for us all to go home, find a deal to help compensate for the merger loss so Daddy Huntzberger allows us, meaning me, to live and we'll move on out." He smiled as Logan walked onto the elevator, and turned towards Thompson,

"Step into my office Mr. Throe."

Logan was typing on the plane; Rory was to his right tapping nervously on her legs and kept checking the time on her cell phone. Logan grabbed her hand to stop the distracting tick, and with his other pushed the intercom button,

"Yes Mr. Huntzberger?"

"I have a debate going on; Rory here says that it is not possible for us to come even close to breaking the sound barrier in this here jet. I've tried to tell her that she has never been on this jet; this is a Huntzberger private jet. Think you can help us figure out whose right?"

The pilot chuckled, "I'll see what we can do for you." Within seconds they felt the plane speed up. Logan turned to Rory,

"Now will you stop the tapping and relax." He stroked her hand with his thumb and smiled at her.

Everyone is at the church in New Haven where the precession is due to take place. Paris is dressed and mid freak-out. Lorelai was trying to help her remain calm but she was worried about Rory herself.

"She's my maid of honor; I can't get married without my maid of honor!"

Lane came into the room, "I called but I got her voicemail again,"

"Calm down Paris-"

"I can't calm down; she is supposed to be here!"

A knock was sounded at the door, followed by the terrified voice of the groom himself, "Everything okay in there?"

"Everything's fine Doyel!" Lorelai answered him.

Rory ran into the church, dress bag in hand and runs down the stairs, and down the hall. Upon arrival to the dressing room door she comes face to face with her mom.

"Mom, I have something to tell you!"

"Rory?" Lorelai's eyes grew wide with shock but quickly the look of relief took over.

"Rory's here!?" Paris flung the door open, "Let's go Gilmore!" and pulls Rory into the room to get ready.

"Mom!"

"Tell me after?"

"Okay."

Logan, after helping Frank find a place to park, arrives at the church and grabs a seat in the last row. Paris by now is halfway up the aisle, so his arrival was unnoticed.

Paris hands her flower to Rory, catching a glimpse of the sparkling diamond.

She grabs Rory's hand causing her to drop the flowers; "You're married!" gasps fill the hall.