"Gilmore, wake up!" She was jostled awake by one of the other reporters on the bus.
"Huh?" she mumbled, momentarily confused.
"We're at the hotel. Time to get off the bus and resume your nap in your room."
"Uh thanks," she said politely. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and began gathering her belongings.
Twenty minutes later she settled into her hotel room. As luck would have it, she drew the long straw and got the one single room. This would be the first night she'd spent completely alone since she joined the campaign.
She plopped down on her bed and fished out her iPod. After all the possibilities she'd run through during the last few days, she decided she needed to hear the song again.
We could sit and talk about this all night long
And wonder why we didn't last
Yes they might be the best days
We will ever know
But we'll have to leave them in the past
So try not to think about
What might have been
'Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can't go back again
There's no use giving in
And there's no way to know
What might have been
The song was probably right, things were probably best left in the past. She grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand and began to dial.
"Loin fruit!" Lorelai answered cheerfully.
"I hate you!" Rory exclaimed.
"Hate moi? You cannot hate the life giver – it's in the Gilmore Girls contract!" Lorelai responded, not taking her daughters hatred seriously.
"I don't think any court of law would uphold a contract signed by an infant."
"What's with the hatred kid?" Lorelai asked seriously.
"You put that stupid song on my iPod," Rory spat bitterly.
"Ha! Have you been singing Da Da Da all day long and pissing off your bus mates?"
"No. You put that song on there too?"
"If not Da Da Da, what are you talking about?"
"What Might Have Been."
"But that's a good song! It's one of the first country crossover ballads," Lorelai explained.
"Yeah, well, it's made me spend the majority of my last several days considering how my life might have turned out."
Lorelai chuckled softly. "I'm sorry kid. I honestly didn't think of that when I added it to your iPod."
"Well thanks a lot."
"Did you find any possible life you might like better?" her mother asked.
"Maybe."
"And?"
"Just maybe."
"You're not going to tell Mommy?" Lorelai whined.
"Not until I tell him."
"But then you'll tell me?"
"If it works. If it doesn't work… well, there will be payback," Rory said maliciously, well as maliciously as she could ever get when it came to her mother.
"Good luck Kid."
"Thanks Mom. I love you."
"Love you too Sweets."
She hung up the phone with her mother and began staring at the ceiling, hoping that it would give her the answers she'd been looking for, or if not the answers, the courage to make the call.
She poured herself a gigantic cup of coffee, with a shot of Baileys – if ever there was a time for an Irish Coffee now was it – and sat down nervously in the arm chair in her hotel room. She picked up her phone, and dialed a number she knew by heart, hoping that he hadn't changed his number.
"Hello?" he answered leerily on the second ring.
"Hey," she said quietly, "It's me."
"Hey," he responded. He didn't ask how she was or why she called. She nervously let the silence carry on for over a minute before he finally spoke again. "Rory, what's going on? Are you okay?"
"Uhm, yeah. Well actually, no, not really."
"Ohhhkay," he drawled.
"I'm in town."
"In my town?" he asked.
"Yeah. And I was wondering, do you want to meet up? Coffee or something?"
"Rory, I don't know…" he said hesitantly. She took a big sip of her coffee, feeling the alcohol burn as it made it's way down her throat.
"Please," she asked softly just shy of begging. "I made a mistake. You of all people should know how easy it is to make a mistake."
"Rory," he started warily. She waited for him to turn her down cold, thinking that right now anything would be better than this feeling of anticipation. "Fine. How about the Starbucks on 7th Downtown, tomorrow night at 8:00."
She thought about it for a moment, just to make sure her schedule would allow it. "That's perfect. Thanks Logan, I'll see you tomorrow."
She hung up her phone and took another large sip of her coffee. She didn't know how things would turn out tomorrow, but for now, she was happier than she'd been in a long time.
AN: There you have it. The overwhelming majority wanted a reunion with Logan.
I hope you've enjoyed my story. I appreciate all of your reviews and feedback. Now, I promise, I'm going to get back to work on Winning Back The Gilmore Girls. Hopefully I'll get another chapter to you this week.
Thank you all for reading and reviewing!
S