Rory and Logan were walking around the office for the Hartford Courier, taking in every aspect of it. Rory was ecstatic. She couldn't wait to begin working here after graduation, trying to turn it into a larger, more productive, paper. The Stars Hollow Gazette would have to wait. That paper would take real money to ever become legitimate. Logan followed her around, enjoying her excitement.

"You'll help me, right?" Rory asked. "You know so much about the newspaper business."

"Yes, much as I tried not to I did actually learn some things." admitted Logan. "And of course I'll help you at first, but then you're on your own."

"Fine with me!" said Rory. "You know it smells like a newspaper office in here. You know how newspaper offices have that smell... like news, and papers. Thats what it smells like in here. I love that smell..."

While Rory went off on a tangent about the smell Logan made sure to get introduced to everyone so they knew who he and Rory were. Rory had decided to leave the current editor in place right now and she would join the team as a reporter. The editor was going to train her in running the paper as well so that when she felt ready to take that step she would have all the training she needed. It promised to be a lot of work, but Rory was looking forward to it.

Logan was glad that Rory was so excited and could pretty much have her dream job right out of school. She was working at a place where she couldn't get fired because she was the boss, where she would have the time she needed to learn the business and help to grow a relatively small newspaper. It seemed pretty perfect. And Logan was still supplementing their income with bartending, which for him was a lot of fun, involved wakeful nights which fit better with his natural schedule, and lots of tips, especially from the women. Logan was glad for the tips but never paid attention to the other girls. He had Rory, who else could compare?

Logan had never had the same ambition and drive that Rory had, but he also wasn't happy sitting around doing nothing, so this seemed like the perfect arrangement. Logan could have fun at his job and earn some money while Rory was working at the career she really wanted, and she had unlimited possibilities in that field. And thanks to Emily Gilmore, Logan knew what hard work was and had no desire to experience it again any time soon.

Logan snapped out of his reverie by Rory tugging on his jacket. "Let's look down here, that looks fun!" she exclaimed, pointing down yet another identical row of cubicles.

"Sure Ace, anything you want." he responded with a smile. Her enthusiasm was infections and he was so glad to have her back, the entire Rory. Before she left she had been there physically but mentally and emotionally she had been gone. Now she was back and in high spirits, which was everything Logan could ask for.

Logan let himself be pulled down that hall and the next. It was a small building because the paper was not very large, even for a city like Hartford. Mitchum had wanted Logan to take over the paper and make it grow as soon as he graduated. He also had plans for Logan to travel around with him more and get more experience in how to run a newspaper as well. Logan was glad that he didn't have to think about that future anymore. As bad as things had seemed before he had never felt so free. And he was helping Rory to achieve her dream. Rory was determined to perfect her writing skills first though, before she became the editor of the paper. She had told Logan that she didn't want to have the job just because they owned the paper. She wanted to know that she would have gotten the job if they didn't, because she was good and would be right for the job.

Rory stopped, rather breathless. "I can't believe this is where I'll be working!" she exclaimed, but quietly. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her new colleagues. "And we are going to be moving into another apartment soon and everything will be great."

Logan put his arm around her. "Yeah I agree, but we have to get you home. If you don't start partying soon you'll never get to bed on time to graduate tomorrow."

Rory nodded in agreement. "Yes I should get horribly drunk early, that way I'll have time to sleep it off and make myself pretty for tomorrow. I still wish that you were graduating with me though."

Logan shrugged. "It was never my dream." he said casually. He did have some regrets but there would be time for school later if he ever felt the need to go back.

They left the building together and Logan got in the drivers side of the car.

"Where are we going?" Rory asked.

"Shhh... it's a secret." whispered Logan.

Rory smiled but didn't pester him for information, just leaned back in the seat and enjoyed the drive.

They got to the bar where Logan worked and Logan stopped the car. He then got up and opened Rory's door for her, leading her into the bar. It was decorated and there was a giant banner on the wall that said "Congratulations Rory!" on it. They had decided to celebrate together today because on the actual day of graduation, tomorrow, Richard and Emily were throwing Rory a party.

Rory looked around and saw Lane and her band set up to play. Marty was there along with Lorelai, Luke and Paris.

Rory beamed at Logan. "Thanks for throwing me a party!" she exclaimed, and then went to give her mom a hug.

After the band played their first set, and Rory got sufficiently drunk for so early in the day, Lane came down and gave her a hug. "I'm so proud of you!" she said.

"Thanks Lane. And the band sounds great."

"Yeah we really worked to prepare for this gig."

"How long has Logan been planning this?" Rory asked.

"He called me around two weeks ago." said Lane.

"So how are you and Zach?" Rory asked.

"Great! And I am so glad that you and Logan were back together. I mean it was nice to have you back in Stars Hollow but you two belong together."

Rory smiled a little. "I'm really starting to think that we do." she confided.

Just then the door burst open, and in came Colin, Finn, Rosemary, Robert, Juliet and Stephanie.

"Oh shit." muttered Rory under her breath.