A/N: You guys stunned me with the quick response and reviews to the last chapter. I like being stunned so here's some love for you wonderful readers!

Disclaimer: GG/creative mind of Amy Sherman Pallidino/not mine

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RORY POV:

I was no longer confident and brave Rory Gilmore on a mission to fix her broken heart. I was weak and scared Rory Gilmore failing miserably and aborting my own mission.

I starred impatiently at the brass doors before me willing them to open. I had to make my escape and quickly this was something I was in no way prepared to face. What was I thinking coming here?

Ding.

In that moment my entire world changed as it collided head on and full force with his. The elevator doors opened to reveal the love of my life standing before me looking even more stunning than I had remembered. He was leaning against the back wall of the elevator, eyes closed tightly and a small smile daring to daunt his otherwise trite expression. I was filled with curiosity and wonder as to where his thoughts had taken him during his short trip to the eighteenth floor. I felt a confusing mixture of joy and pain as I admired his beautiful blonde locks and their new longer length. How many times had I savored the feeling of his messy tress running between my fingers? He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his tie already untied and hanging haphazardly around his neck.

I was instantly flooded with memories of our years together and overcome with encompassing love for him. At the same time my heart was engulfed with an immense sadness and deep regret as the revelation that he was not mine to love took hold. The sudden knowledge that our lives were no longer joined but instead broken apart by my own doing lead to a completely new and even more complex round of emotional turmoil. Immediately my resolve to tell him how I felt returned with a new found boldness and urgency. No matter what else happened, I was sure of one thing Logan Huntzberger would know that I still love him.

He opened his eyes and shock captured his expression completely. My breathing hitched and my heart rate rose as reality finally registered. This was it, seven months of no contact and here we are face to face. My eyes met his and all the familiar warmth of their chocolate brown color threatened to take me under. I so longed to forget all restraint and reach for him without reserve but my mind held strong and I managed to form a sentence instead.

"What are you feeding an army or something?" I asked as I pointed to the bags in his hands.

Granted it was far from anything I desired to say but it was a start and we needed that, a simple start. I looked at him nervously as I awaited a response. Seconds of silence passed that seemed to take the form of hours. My heart sped into overdrive as the insecurity and fear I'd been experiencing only moments earlier reappeared and violently so. Finally he laughed lightheartedly and relief washed over me flooding my tense body with much needed release.

"Not exactly but apparently a Gilmore."

The sound of his voice nearly brought me to my knees; it had been far too long since I'd hear him speak and even longer since I'd hear his laugh. Wait, was that an invitation? I wondered silently if he could hear the new rhythm my heart had taken as it beat brazenly in my chest. If that was an invitation it's one I'd definitely be taking. I smiled and reached for one of the four bags of Chinese food. He handed it over without hesitation.

"Well in that case, where's the rest?"

He smirked at me and extended a hand gesturing towards the apartment door before us.

"Shall we?" He asked and then stuck his key in the doorknob.

This was far from what I'd prepared myself for. Logan has never been known for his patience or pardon. I'd expected a challenge. I'd expected him to call me out on my actions and demand an explanation of my uninvited presence. I expected an angry and indignant Logan, and I was prepared to deal with that version of him. Yet here before me stood Mr. Cool, Calm, and Collected. This isn't the Logan I know. Where had all this acceptance come from? I was weary of the answer and refused to allow my mind to dwell to long in that state. Could this really be all that easy? I offered a quick thank you to God who'd obviously heard my short breathed prayer.

I followed Logan's lead through the doorway and into the dark apartment. He quickly switched on the lights and led the way to the kitchen. Silently he placed the bags he had been carrying on the granite countertop and then reached into the cabinet to retrieve two glasses which he placed on the island that stood between us. I turned around and placed the bag I was still holding on the counter with the others. The air was becoming thick saturated with stress. The silence between us now proved that perhaps my early estimation of the situation was incorrect and this wouldn't be all that easy after all. I turned back around to see him starring at me with utter disbelief coloring his features. It seemed as if reality hadn't quite reached him. We stood there silently starring at one another for what seemed like an eternity.

"You're really here aren't you?" He asked incredulously.

I fought hard yet again with the overwhelming desire to reach out and touch him. I longed to somehow show him all the words my mouth was still unable to form. I settled for a smile and a nod of my head in reassurance that I wasn't a figment of his imagination, though I'd understand the reason behind such a thought. I'm pretty sure I'm his worst nightmare come to life, the girl that tore your heart out casually stopping by to say hello. My heart filled with dread as I wondered silently what this might be doing to him.

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LOGAN POV:

My head was spinning in the realization that she was actually here. I needed a moment to collect myself. In fact I needed air. Breathing had become extremely difficult given the circumstances. I held steady to my place behind the island that separated us.

"Rory, I-I need you to stay here ok. I just…I need a minute but promise me you'll stay?"

I made it a point to make eye contact in effort to express the sincerity of my request. Though I knew this was a wise decision as I saw regret and retreat written in her expression, the depth of her blue eyes drew me in and I so longed to touch her, to feel her, to know she was real. Every part of me longed for her to be real. Actually every part of me longed for her to be more than real, I longed for her to be part of my reality. I wanted her to stay. I desperately needed her to stay but I still hadn't processed the fact that she was even here. I needed to process and I needed to do it now. It was something that simply could not wait. Worry covered her face as she began to speak.

"Logan, I-"I raised my hands in a gesture hoping to silence her. I wasn't ready for this conversation, not yet.

"Rory, just promise me you'll stay?"

She nodded her head in response and I in turn gave her a small smile before escaping through the door. Thankfully I managed to hold it together long enough to reach the rooftop. The brisk air that met me there heightened every sense in me and the numbness I'd experienced since I'd opened my eyes and found her standing before me in the hallway quickly wore off. It was replaced by sensory overload. I felt so many conflicting things I fell to my knees under the weight of it all.

She's here. It was a mantra repeating over and over in my thoughts sounding out any other coherent thought that dared to rise against it. She's here, she's here. My beautiful girl is here. God, Logan, think! Why is she here? That was it. That simple question was all I needed for the proper emotions to take the forefront. She shouldn't be here. She has no right to be here. She turned down my proposal. She's the one who said no to this life. Why is she here? What does it matter? This is not her life. This isn't the life she wanted, she didn't want me. She can't be here. She can't expect me to be ok with this. She's the one living life to the fullest and no regrets, and I'm here picking up the pieces. I've said goodbye, I can't do it again. What did she come to see how miserable I am? Seven months with no contact and now suddenly she's at my door? As if my heart hasn't been broken enough, as if she hasn't done enough damage as it is. Well I'll be damned if I'll let her do any more.

I stood to my feet determined to end this. All the desire I had initially felt for her to stay was now taken by my insurmountable fury. I love her. Damn, if I don't love her but this is even more than I can take. On my way back down I made peace with the fact that I was about to send the woman I love away. Our lives were never meant to unite. We're a tragic love story and our fate holds no happy ending. By the time I made it to my door I was decisive and adamantly so.

I opened the door and walked in. Seconds later I found her standing by the wall of windows in the living room. The moonlight shining in cast an angelic glow on her already perfect pale skin. Instantly my resolve faltered. My heart was powerless to stand against her. This woman captivated every morsel of my being. The reign she held over me was inexplicable and true, her power was endless. Realization kicked in and my mind fought violently to surpass my heart. Reason and logic eventually won out.

"Rory, I'm sorry but I can't do this."

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RORY POV:

It had been fifteen minutes since he left me standing in his kitchen. I was in a state of shocked stupor. His words replayed endlessly in my head…

"Rory, I-I need you to stay here ok. I just…I need a minute but promise me you'll stay?"

I tried to protest knowing that the worst of my fears must have been true, that my presence here was hurting him. Regret filled my entire existence the last thing I ever wanted to do was cause him pain. My mind screamed retreat but he insisted I promise to stay and I foolishly had. Now fifteen minutes later and still no Logan needless to say it was more than a struggle to keep that promise. I knew that if I didn't find some form of distraction and quickly I'd fearfully flee.

I decided I needed to move. His request had rendered me temporarily immobile and I still stood in the same position I'd been in when he'd left. The registration of this fact alone caused the walls of the spacious kitchen to quickly close in around me. I took a deep breath and made my way out of the room and into the adjacent living room. It like his office was Logan personified. I smiled as I recognized some of his favorite items. Items that had once held a place in the apartment we'd shared. I walked over to a bookshelf that housed not only countless books but a few collectables as well. I picked up a picture and tears filled my eyes. It was taken the day of Honor's wedding. That day wasn't our best but the look of pride written on Logan's face with his arms wrapped tightly around his beloved sister filled my heart with joy. I missed Honor. She hadn't spoken to me since my graduation and seeing her in the photo made me long for my old friend. I placed the photo back on the shelf knowing I had no room left in me for grief. I turned and was beckoned by the splendor of the city lights to the wall of windows. A few minutes later I heard the door open and Logan reappeared. His expression was drenched in both anger and concern. At that moment I realized I wasn't the only one being flooded with conflicting emotions.

"Rory, I'm sorry but I can't do this."

My heart sank.

"Logan, I-"

"No wait, let me finish! What are you even doing here, Rory? Seven months. Seven months and now you show up out of the blue? I can't do this. I won't."

His face was solemn as he spoke and he did well to hide any of the emotions he was feeling from me. I found no doubt in his eyes. His mind was clearly set he wouldn't do this. This conversation that I so desperately needed to have was something he would never allow.

"Logan, I know you didn't expect me and I can't imagine what that must be like for you. But you have to understand, I knew you wouldn't embrace the idea of me coming even if I had called."

He shook his head in exasperation as he stepped closer to me.

"You're damn right I wouldn't. You shouldn't be here this-this is unacceptable." He said through gritted teeth with apparent bitterness found upon the syllables each word.

"Unacceptable? Logan, I need to talk to you. Since when is that unacceptable?"

My voice registered higher than before as utter desperation seemed to seep through every spoken word.

"I don't want to hear it. Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it. And since when, are you seriously gonna ask me that?"

His tone had also changed but it wasn't desperation I found there, it was fury.

"You don't even know what I want to say. You don't want to know why I came here?"

I was grasping for straws but I needed some sort of hold. I need him to open up to me. I needed him to hear me.

"I don't need to know, Rory. You said everything you could possibly ever need to say, you said no."

The pain found in his words echoed tragically throughout my thoughts and tortured me from within. I had hurt him in so many ways and now here I am twisting the knife I'd already pierced an innumerable amount of times through his heart. I am an utterly despicable person.

"Logan..." I started to plea.

"Rory, leave, please just leave."

The anger I'd found so rampant in his side of this conversation was swallowed whole by something far worse. When he spoke his request his tone and the expression on his face gave way to a pain and sorrow so grave my entire being shook at the sight of it.

"Fine, I'll go. But not before you know…my heart has always said yes."

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A/N: Ok so that last line had me in tears...Oh Logan and Rory, they are just full of crazy tragic love but I think just maybe fate does have a happy ending. Hopefully! So as I said you stunned me. Do it again and we'll see if I can't get you Logan's reaction to Rory's confession.