This is the much anticipated chapter 26. This chapter has been in the works for nearly 8 weeks. I'm scared that if I don't post it now that I will ruin it. I really would love to know what you think of this chapter, good or bad. Thank you for all the positive feed back it's been amazing.

Not as in Jet Lee

Logan awoke in the morning to find himself alone in his bed. Not that that was unusual. He'd been alone in bed since he and Rory had broken up. It was at this thought that it occurred to him that Rory was in his apartment. He got up out of bed, he thought about putting more cloths on. Did he really want to have this conversation in just his boxers? But then if he did want to put cloths on what should he wear?

What does one wear potentially the last time they see the love of there life?

But then again if the up and coming event is going to be the re-kindling of his relationship with Rory, then less cloths would be more convenient.

Not that sex was the only reason that he had ever been with her. The sex was great, always had been, but it was her mind that really turned him on. In the end Logan chose to have this conversation just in his boxers. Not for vanities sake, but because some how him in his boxers seemed more honest, lest pretensions than scanning his wardrobe for the right cloths to wear.

Logan and walked into the lounge room and found Rory asleep on the couch. He'd tried to get her to take the bed but she'd refused. She had that stubborn look on her face, the one he knew he couldn't win against. He was surprised to see that she was still in the blue ball gown. Surly she had brought cloths that she could have changed into?

Logan just stood there looking at Rory bathed in the morning light for a few more moments. He didn't want to wake her just yet. Not until he knew what he was going to say. He went to the kitchen and started to brew the coffee, he knew this was going to be a coffee moment.

The coffee had been brewed to perfection. The coffee cups where freshly washed and sparkling. The milk and sugar had been carefully measured to everyone's specification. It was when Logan realized that he had been string his coffee for almost two minuets that he figured out that he was procrastinating. This realization ticked him off, he was not a coward. He did like to avoid conflict but taking fifteen minuets to make two cups of coffee was just ridiculous. Logan took a moment of still ness to gather himself. He let out a deep breath and made his way into the lounge room. He placed the coffee cups on the table and knelt down beside Rory, he gently stroked her face. It was almost a re-enactment of early when he came home from work. Only this time the room was light by warm sunlight not candles and there uncertain light.

"Ace, its time to get up." Rory's eyes slowly opened, they were still a little red from crying and a lack of sleep. For a moment they just locked eyes. They didn't say anything.

Logan was first to break. "I've got coffee." He looks away and hands her a coffee mug. He sits down on the coffee table in front of the couch. They sat in silence and sipped coffee.

Rory was first to break the silence, "So how do we do this?"

"Do what Rory?"

"Do this, start talking?"

"Well in case you haven't noticed we are talking. I thought that you did a very good job at starting by the way." Logan looked away and then back again. "Can I ask a question?"

Rory shrugged "Sure."

"Why are you still in the gown?"

This was not the question that Rory had expected. "Well after you came and found me last night it was obvious that my grand gesture was still in action. I know that the candle burnt out, but its day light now, so they didn't really matter anymore."

Logan wanted to understand, "But the dress still mattered?"

"This dress will always matter." Rory had said it with such sincerity that it almost hurt Logan. He thought back to that day. The day at the Life and Death Brigade gathering. He smiled. He'd liked Rory even back then. There was something about her. Yes she was beautiful, but there was more to it than that. He loved her sass, her mind. The fact the she didn't give a damn that he was a Huntzberger.

It was then that he realized that they hadn't said anything for a while. Logan had never been one to procrastinate and now he found himself doing it twice in less than tem minuets. He asked the question that had been bothering him since last night.

"Did you really think that we could keep seeing each other after you said no? Did you really think that I could still stand being with someone who doesn't feel that same way I do about them?"

Rory looked up at that, she felt shock at Logan's question. "Logan, I do feel the same way you feel about me. I love you. I'm just not ready for marriage. I want to give this writing thing a shot. But if I married you now, there would be so many things that I wouldn't do." Rory looked at him pleadingly. She was almost willing him to understand her.

Logan didn't understand, he sounded hurt and angry, "And what difference would you being married to me make to your life? I would never hold you back from you writing. I wouldn't stop you."

"I never said that you would." Rory held eye contact with Logan, but it became too much, the accusing look in his eye's. Rory looked away first. She looked down at the coffee cup in her hand and took a deep sip.

"Well that's what it sounds like to me. You make it sound like that if you married me that your life would stop. That I would stop you from doing what you want to do."

"No, I'm not saying it right." Rory took a deep breath, she wiped the tears from her eyes, she didn't even remember starting to cry.

"Do you remember how hard it was when you went to London?" Rory didn't look up from her cup.

"Of cause I do. I hated going. I hated leaving you."

"Good, well not good that you had to go, but good that you weren't happy. I mean imagine if you hadn't hated leaving…"

Logan recognized the signs of what Rory was doing, "You're babbling Rory."

"Sorry. Well just imagine how hard it would have been to leave your wife behind, instead of you girlfriend."

It wasn't really a question but Logan answered anyway. "I wouldn't have gone if you were my wife." Logan said it with such sincerity that Rory looked up. Logan was looking into his own cup of coffee. He was gripping it with both of his hands. His knuckles were white with tension.

"Uha! That's my point." Rory knew that she had finally found a way to explain to Logan how she felt. "You would not have left, which means that you would never of meet Bobby and whatever there names were. You would never have made the business deal that back fired on you. Which means that you would never have left the family business. Which means that you wouldn't now be working in a company that you are an equal partner in. In something that you earned, not something that was forced on you."

"That was a lot of which means."

Rory looked exasperated, "Are you missing my point on purpose?"

"No, I just don't see the relevance of what you're saying."

"Logan. If I had said yes to you then I currently wouldn't be on the campaign trail." Rory heard Logan draw a breath to speak but she cut him off. "Not that you would have discouraged me from taking the job. I would have discouraged me. The level of commitment that I would feel once that ring was on my figure, would mean that I wouldn't of take jobs like this. Logan you know just as well as I do, probably better the amount of traveling a reporter can do. If you were my husband then I wouldn't take as many opportunities that would come my way. And I'm learning so much," Rory voice started to break, finally making Logan look at the tears running down her face.

"But I want to come home to you. After six weeks on a crappy bus, even if it's just for a weekend. I want you to support me and encourage me. I want to one day marry you. Have children with you, I want to grow old with you. But you couldn't wait for me. You walked away from me. From us."

Logan almost didn't hear Rory's last sentence, it was almost lost to her crying. "Why couldn't you wait for me?"

"I don't know Ace, I don't know." Logan stood up and walked towards the window that looked out over the city.

"When you said no all I could think was that you didn't love me, or at least not as much as I love you. How else could you stand there and not cry. I mean you cried when I was going to London. But I tell you all or nothing and you just stand there."

"Logan I didn't believe you, when you said all or nothing. I was in shock. I kept thinking that you would turn around and say that long distance is better than nothing."

Rory got up of the couch and placed her coffee cup next to Logan's on the coffee table. She cautiously approached Logan. He didn't shy away from her, so she moved closer, so close that she could feel the heat radiate off his body. She debated on whether to touch him or not. They stood in silence for a few moments. The urge to touch Logan became to strong, Rory tentatively placed her hand on Logan's forearm. His muscles tensed under her touch, but he didn't pull away.

Rory started talking again. "But you just kept walking. Then I thought that you would come knocking on my door, but you didn't. It wasn't until it was too late that I realized that you weren't coming back, it was then that I broke. So here I am standing next to your hoping that we can find a way to make this work."

Logan just stood there thinking. Rory was waiting for him to say something, but there was just silence. Rory reluctantly took her hand away from Logan's arm. She walked to the coffee cart she pulled out her last hope.

It was a cream colored envelop. She walked back to Logan, who hadn't moved from the window. She held out the envelope to him. She wasn't going to force him to take it. He had to want to take it.

Logan looked down at the envelope and smiled when he saw the "Dragonfly Inn" printed on it.

Rory's heart skipped a beat at Logan's smile. "Please note the authentic Dragonfly Inn stationary."

He flipped the envelope over and smiled when he saw Lorelai's signature across the seal of the envelope.

"You know you really need to come up with you own material Ace."

"You know that imitation is the greatest form of flattery." The banter had lightened the mood slightly. Rory didn't fail to notice that Logan had called her Ace.

Rory was nervous, she had no idea what this letter could possible say. She had found it in the Logan box that she had picked up from her mothers. Rory had faith in her mother, she knew that if Lorelai Victoria Gilmore couldn't take some sense into Logan no one could.

Logan sighs and opens the letter.

Well Logan I bet I'm the last person you expect to get a letter from. I must say I wasn't expecting to ever write one to you.

I mean let's make a list of all the wonderful things that have happened since you walked into my daughter's life.

First you introduce her to you truly horrible parents. I think if there was an Olympics for sucky families that we would be competing for gold.

Then you get my daughter arrested. (Though her mug shot does look rather fetching along side her baby photos.)

When Rory and I weren't speaking, you were there for her.

You always made time for her.

You made her live her life beyond books and school.

You were unbelievably supportive when her grandfather had his heart attach.

Man, this is almost sounding like a pro/con list. I must say if I was making a pro/con list on if you should be in my daughter's life, I think the pros would be out weighing the cons.

You have broken her heart three times and have had the good sense to make it up to her twice. And I think she's hoping that this will be a third and final time that the pair of you make up.

I'm not telling you to make up with Rory just because I can't stand to see her so broken. I'm asking you to work out if my twenty two year old daughter turning down your proposal, the day she graduated from university, is worth never see her again.

If you don't try and make this work then you will be turning you back on what I think, in my unbiased opinion, is one of the most amazing people to of ever walked the earth.

She is my proudest accomplishment, and my greatest inspiration. Everything I have done it my life that is worth while was for her. Without her I would be lost.

I know from experience that love isn't easy to find. Not the real kind anyway. Not the forever kind. I know it's hard having faith in love when you are brought up to believe that everything is an expendable commodity. That everybody can be brought, for a price.

My love for Rory was the first solid thing I had ever known. I knew that what I felt for her could not be brought and sold. I knew that she was priceless. I left everything I knew because I knew that she deserved better, she deserved to never have a price placed upon her head.

Talk to Rory and work out if her saying no, is really the end of everything. I'm not asking you to get back together with her because I said so, (that would make me my mother. YUCK!)

I'm asking you to talk to her and work out if there is still love there. I know she loves you. She once told me that she though you were 'The One.' And I don't mean 'The One' as in the Jet Lee movie. I mean 'The One' as in her forever.

Do you really want someone else to be her forever?

Regards

Lorelai Gilmore

Logan re-read the letter again with Rory watching on silently. She has no idea what her mother had written. But she knew from experience that any letter written by her mother needs to be read more than once.

"Did you really say once that I'm the one?" Logan looked her in the eye. He needed to see Rory's eyes when she answered.

"Yes. We were at you place at the vineyard. You and Luke were out side and I told Mom that you guys were the ones. You were my one, Luke is Mom's."

Logan remembered that weekend. It had started out so well. "Yeah but your Mom and Luke didn't work out."

"Not that time, but I think they will this time."

"There trying again?" Rory just nodded.

Logan had to know, "Do you still think I'm the one?"

"Yes." Logan looked at her. Really looked at her, was she worth waiting for?

And in that moment he knew the answer. He understood what Lorelai had said in her letter. Rory was the only solid thing that he had ever known.

Logan cupped Rory's face gently in his hands. He caressed her check with his thumb, wiping away a stray tear. He leaned his face closer to her. Slowly giving himself and her time to pull away. Rory didn't pull away. She stayed solid in his hands. Her eye's never leaving his. Just before their lips touched, he whispered, "I love you Ace."