Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Gilmore Girls. All the credit to Amy Sherman-Palladino and her team for creating these characters and the previous story-lines I'm simply continuing from where they left off.

Summary: Logan.

Gilmores aren't known for their grace in day-to-day life. In non-pressure situations, they are bound to trip at least twice and knock over a chair.

Then there are times full of pressure. Speeches, toasts, first impressions, interviews, running into your ex-boyfriend would-be-fiancé at a hotel in New York. So very Parent Trap, so very pressure filled. Rory never stood a chance.

She looked up at Maureen from the ground where she had fallen. Noticing Logan had kept her from noticing the three steps in front of her. Hoping that if she didn't move or make a sound, he wouldn't notice her, she cringed as she heard a cough beside her.

"Rory?" Maureen glanced from the blonde beside her to her friend on the ground. He had rushed over when he saw her fall, worry in his eyes. Now he stood awkwardly still and on edge, as if trying to decide whether to stay or go. Rory was pulling herself up and dusting imaginary dust from her clothes, taking longer than necessary to look up at either of them.

"You okay, Ace?" Rory's head snapped to attention, focused on the man in front of her.

"Physically, yes. Pride's a tad bruised though."

Maureen had always thought that Rory had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Not only were they a brilliant blue, but the way Rory used them to focus in on a subject- whether she was interviewing or flirting- made them sharp and intriguing. She made a habit of observing those eyes, trying to learn Rory's secret. At this moment they were fixed in a way she had never seen. Rory wasn't taking in the sight of the man in front of her- and Maureen would attest it was quite the sight. Rory was staring only at his eyes, making it clear that she didn't need to look anywhere else. She knew every part of this man, except his mind. That was the look. She was trying to read his thoughts.

Neither spoke or moved from where they stood for seconds that seemed like hours.

"Hi! I'm Maureen- you are…?" Maureen had to break their silence. She wasn't an idiot, this was clearly Rory's Logan. But he didn't know that she knew that, and she wanted to know why he was there.

"Logan." He didn't break eye contact with Rory as he stretched his right hand across his body to shake Maureen's hand.

"Clearly. Alright you two, time to break the spell. If you're attempting the Vulcan mind-meld I think you're doing it wrong, and Rory and I have dinner plans we're going to be late for."

Rory blinked and turned her eyes to Maureen, breaking out of the moment at hand. It was the push she needed.

"Right. Dinner. Logan- thanks for your concern. Also, why are you here?"

He blinked, remembering how much he loved how fast she spoke. She was quick in every way, not to be trifled with, and you knew it the moment she opened her mouth.

"Business meetings. I'm working on transferring part of the company to a New York branch, actually. They wanted me to approve the final set-up before moving me back out here."

"You're moving back East."

He hadn't meant to share that with her. Or he had. He wanted her to know, but talking to her was killing him. He had requested to be transferred the minute he found out it was an option so that he could be closer to her. It didn't make sense even to him, but it was the truth. His house in Palo Alto had haunted him with its lack of her. She was no longer his, but he would always be hers.

Her mind raced. Logan was going to be back on the east coast. In New York. A paltry distance from her, at least when she wasn't on the road, which was always. She didn't know what that meant to her. It couldn't mean anything, of course. Maybe this meeting was destined though- maybe this way they could have closure. If that was what he wanted. If he didn't hate her.

Rory jumped as her phone rang, breaking them once more out of their reverie Maureen had given up on interrupting. Not thinking she answered it.

"Hello? Oh my gosh, you're already there? Maureen and I haven't even changed, I'm still in jeans! I know I'm my mother's daughter but somehow I don't think you meant that as a compliment. Can you and Jess grab a drink at the bar and Maureen and I will be there in fifteen? He is not a hoodlum. Be nice to him! Thanks Dad- see you soon."

Logan's face had changed as he listened to her conversation. She was meeting her Dad. And there was a Jess. Of course there was a Jess, he had broken up with her, she was free to date whoever she wanted. She had said no to his proposal, he could have been dating if he wanted to. He just hadn't wanted to. How had she met someone so fast? She had been on the road for the last seven months. And now there was a Jess and he was meeting her dad. Maybe that was the real reason Christopher had called him- he didn't approve of this new guy. Logan smirked, knowing that at least one parent liked him.

"Logan, we have to go. But, do you think, could we maybe talk later?"

"Yeah, maybe Maureen, me, you and Jess could all get drinks later tonight."

Rory swallowed. Jess would hate that. Jess hated Logan. Maybe Maureen could make it better. She plastered a smile on her face and promised to text him as she grabbed Maureen's hand and raced to the elevator.

"Alright, that was weird. Do you really want Jess and I at drinks tonight? I can entertain him instead if you like. From what you've said his lips sound yummy."

"You're evil. No, it would be weird if you ditched, it might make it look like I want it to be a date."

"Which you don't."

"Which it just isn't. Besides, I'll know better what I want once I know what he wants. And why does he want us all to have drinks? He must not realize it's the same Jess he's met, because the last time we all tried to do drinks it did not go well."

"Oh no. He knows."

"What? He couldn't. He wouldn't have suggested this if he knew."

"You clearly don't understand men."

"You know, I really don't. But we're late for dinner, and you can explain men to me in the cab."

"You're right. Shouldn't take more than five minutes."

"Copper boom?"

"Copper boom!"