AN: Ok, so my theory is that it can go one of two ways with Logan. It either ends really well or it will go down in flames. I don't think Logan is a bad guy, I actually like him a lot and I've decided to give him a chance here.

One thing that bugs me about a lot of the post-AYITL fics is that Rory's career doesn't often come up, so I'm dealing with that.

Anyway, on with the show!

Rory was sitting on the couch that sat in the diner apartment looking at the ultrasound that she got from her latest doctor's appointment. This wasn't her first appointment but now the picture clearly showed a baby. A little tiny person who was half her and half Logan.

That was the other reason for her silence, she was trying to figure out how to tell him that she was pregnant. She had put off telling him just in case something went wrong, she hadn't wanted to completely destroy his life for no good reason. But now, she was going to have to tell him. Rory looked around the apartment and it suddenly occurred to her that she couldn't live here much longer. Strangely enough, the positive pregnancy test pulled her out of her downward spiral and she called in a handful of favours and started freelancing again, but she knew she couldn't do that for much longer and tried to find a steady job. She pulled out her computer and started checking for job openings, she decided to branch out from simply journalism hoping that would lead to better results. As she was updating her resume her cell phone rang, she picked it up without checking the ID. If she had she might have known that the call could change her life.

"Hello," Rory answered absentmindedly as she typed on her computer.

"Hey, Ace." Rory froze as the voice came through the phone, nearly dropping her computer in her shock. Her computer slid down her lap nearly crashing to the floor, luckily, she caught it and snapped out of her shocked state. "Logan. I…Um…Hi."

She could hear him smirking through the phone before he replied "Hi."

"Logan, I don't mean to be rude, but why are you calling me?" Logan was silent so long that Rory thought that he had hung up before he sighed letting her know that he was still on the line. "I miss you."

"Logan-"

"I know, I know that you didn't want to be someone's mistress, and you deserve SO much more than that, and I wanted to tell you that Odette and I are through. I'm a grown man and I don't need to answer to my father anymore, so I ended it right after I learned something pretty significant." Rory started to panic, he couldn't know about the baby, could he? He is a very powerful man but how would he possibly know? Before her train of thought could go much further he spoke again. "My dad died a few weeks ago."

"What?! Logan, I am so sorry. What happened?" That was the last thing she was expecting to hear.

"He had a massive heart attack. The doctors told him to slow down but you know the dark lord, stubborn old bastard right up until his last breath."

"Logan-"

"No, really. He dropped dead in the head office of a new acquisition, and I'm 90% he blackmailed and threatened the owners into selling it to him."

"Well, he died doing what he loved." They both burst out laughing at that comment. She laughed so hard that she had tears leaking out of her eyes and it was hard to breathe. Once they both calmed down enough Logan began to speak. "Not that I don't love this, or miss it, I did have a real reason for calling."

"Oh?" Rory looked at the ultrasound picture that was sitting on the coffee table thinking that this conversation should be reversed. Her with the news and him unsure exactly what the point of this bizarre phone call was.

"My dad keeled over in the head office of the Brooklyn Daily Post right after all the papers were signed. I swear he did this on purpose to try and see how I'll screw this up."

"You won't screw this up."

"That's actually why I called you."

"Ok, Logan, you've told me three times there was a reason for this slightly odd phone call, and now I'd like to know what it is. So, out with it Huntzberger!"

"Ok, Ace, calm down, I'll tell you." Logan took a deep breath trying to figure out how to phrase this without it coming across as he pitied her. "After I dealt with the mess my dad left us with, I was officially sworn in a CEO of HPG."

"Sworn in, huh? Was it like a presidential inauguration?"

"I felt a little like I imagine LBJ felt like after JFK was shot. All we were missing was a shell-shocked Jackie covered in blood. But after all that I actually tried to run this insane company, and one thing I wanted to deal with was the Post. I had no idea what was I was going into so I started from the ground up. I did learn a thing or two from my dad, and one of them was what to do with a paper you were taking over. One thing I stumbled across was that one of their editors really needs to be put out to pasture. He's in his early eighties and doesn't know how to use a computer, the thing is that he's so set in his ways that he won't allow his staff to use anything from this century and he cannot figure out how the business runs anymore and they wouldn't replace him. It's actually reached the point where they're hemorrhaging money on this one department and losing readers because of it."

"Whoa. What department was this?"

"It was Opinions. The issue is that it practically didn't exist anymore. They wouldn't run any of it in the papers and almost none of it got on the website unless the reporters bypassed their editor and went straight to the Editor in Chief."

"What the hell was he still doing there?"

"Simple. The previous owner was scared of Grandfather."

"What on earth does he have to do with this? He's been dead almost ten years."

"They were cousins."

"Seriously?"

"Yup." Logan said popping the P' "Ace, I thought you had learned by now that the inbreeding and nepotism in this industry and Hartford high society runs deep."

"I know, but I don't understand how it got that bad."

"The dark lord himself couldn't figure it out. I'll let you in on a little secret. HPG was dangerously close to floundering because Heir Hunztberger refused to believe that print was dying and that he couldn't figure out how the new technology worked or how to make money with it. Here's the kicker, I was the one who pulled HPG out of financial ruin because they hadn't figured out that this business isn't run by big men in expensive suits anymore, it's run by the person who catches the moment with a camera. Even though it's still who gets the information out there first, it's timed in SECONDS not days, SECONDS. I showed the brass that, I fixed it, but then there is still this. What the hell was he trying to do with this? I don't get it!"

"That was a Gilmore worthy rant. And Logan, I know how the industry has changed, trust me, I'm VERY aware of how different things are. I don't know what he was going to do with the crotchety curmudgeon of an old man in Brooklyn, but guess what? It isn't up to him anymore, he has absolutely ZERO control. YOU have all the power here, YOU are in control. So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to get rid of the curmudgeon in Brooklyn with someone who knows how to work a computer, and I'm going to move back to New York."

"Good for you. You saved the company, now it's your turn to run it. So, what's your first decree?"

"That's actually why I called-"

"LOGAN! Seriously!?"

"C'mon Ace, you know you needed context for the statement."

"Well, what is it?"

"Would you like the job as opinions editor for the Brooklyn Daily Post?" It was dead silent on the other end of the phone for at least two minutes. "Ace?" After another beat of silence, he tried again "Rory? Are you still there?"

"What?" It was so soft that he might have missed it if he hadn't been listening closely for her to say something.

"I asked if you wanted the job as-"

"No, I know what you said I just need a minute to think and to process it."

"Ok." Logan waited, hoping she would say something soon.

"WHAT THE HELL LOGAN?" At least he got a response from her.

"I offered you a job."

"Why?"

"Because I'm desperate, I need someone who'd be willing to take on a pretty messy job and is really good at what they do. Without needing supervision."

"Logan, I haven't had a steady gig in almost five years. The freelancing was as close as I got to steady employment. And I don't like handouts. I don't need them."

"This isn't a handout! I'm desperate, you'd be doing me a favour, not the other way around. Look, you managed to pull the Daily News back together after Paris Gellar damn near destroyed the whole place, THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES PRAISED YOU PUBLICLY."

"What? No, he didn't."

"Yes, he did."

"Logan-"

"Look, do you have your computer in front of you?"

"Yes, why?"

"Ok, I'm sending you a file." There was some shuffling on Logan's end before he picked the phone up again. "Ok, I'm sending you the video. Can you put me on speaker while you watch it, please?"

"Sure." Rory put the phone on speaker right as a new email landed in her inbox. Rory clicked on it and then a video popped up of an interview between Mitchum Huntzberger and Barrack Obama. The interview consisted of Obama's experience on the campaign trail and his favourite moments. She couldn't figure out why Logan thought this was so important until Obama started talking about his experience with journalists. "As a general rule, I'm not a big fan of journalists. So many of them aren't in it to spread significant information they're in it to cause manipulate public discourse one way or another. They either want things to stick to the status quo and they will do and write whatever is necessary in order to keep things the same, or they want to disrupt things, which causes people to distrust the media. But, my opinion changed when I was on the campaign. A reporter by the name of Rory Gilmore showed me that even some of the freshest faces still wanted to spread what was important, she didn't want to manipulate things, she simply wanted to spread important information in a way that could be understood. I met her while she was at Yale and worked for the Daily News and I was so glad that she was starting her career with me. She is a brilliant journalist and the industry needs more people like her." The interview kept going but Rory didn't hear any of it.

"No way," Rory said to herself forgetting that Logan could hear her.

"Yes, way," Logan said, pride in his voice. Rory was absolutely stunned that Barrack Obama had said such wonderful things about her. Then a thought occurred to her. "Wait, how did I not know this existed? And why has my career stalled out, it never really got started actually, if the president of the United States said that I was brilliant and that the news industry needed more people like me? I'm pretty sure THE PRESIDENT overrules Voldemort."

"It was never released. I found it in a safe that I stumbled across by accident. He's got one of these safes hidden behind a painting and I found it in there. I'm not sure why it was never released."

"What's your best guess."

"Rory-"

"Logan, please." After everything that happened between them, he couldn't deny her anything, especially with that voice that came hand in hand with her big doe eyes.

"Look, I think that he felt threatened by you. He wasn't able to stop you from getting a job that would open all the doors to your career and then have the President blatantly tell him that more people should be like you and less like him and that HE was the reason the president didn't like journalists scared the shit out of him. I'd like to release it now though if that's ok."

"I'm not sure I'm the one you have to ask."

"You want me to call up Barrack Obama and tell him my father never released an exclusive interview, and that act brought him down in the polls because he promised transparency and right out of the gate, we didn't release an interview because my father was being a jackass."

"Yes."

"I can't just make unilateral decisions without consulting anyone. This could spell disaster for the company."

"Your father made quite a few unilateral decisions. Hiding this in the first place, shipping you off to London after your graduation and a thousand other things I can't even name. You're the captain now, do what you want."

"Did you just reference a Tom Hanks movie in a pep talk?"

"I'm a Gilmore, what did you expect?"

Logan sighed, thinking about just how right Rory was. Mitchum didn't just make unilateral business decisions, he completely disregarded his family and what he was best and what would make him look good. "Ok, I'll do it on one condition. Come in and talk to the editor in chief of The Post, take a look around, get a feel for the place and if you still don't want the job then I'll leave it alone. Ok?"

Rory looked at the ultrasound one more time thinking that she was being handed an opportunity to tell Logan everything, plus she might be able to salvage the remnants of her career if she went. It was time to be a grow up and face whatever music was coming. "Ok, I'll come and meet the editor and the staff, but I want us to have lunch after my meeting."

"Brilliant! Thank you, Ace! Of course, I'll have lunch with you after. I'll block out a couple of hours in my schedule that way we can catch up."

"Send me the information for the meeting and where we're having lunch and I'll see you then."

"Will do, Ace. I will see you then." Rory disconnected and stared blankly at the wall trying to process what just happened. Screw this, I need coffee.

Rory went tearing into the Crap Shack looking for Lorelai. "MOM! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Lorelai came running down the stairs, breaking the first Gilmore Girl rule, at her daughter's shout. To find Rory crashing through the kitchen looking for the coffee grounds.

"Sweets! What's going on?" Rory didn't seem to hear her, she was focused on her quest for coffee. "Kid? What's happening?" When she still didn't respond Lorelai decided just to shout at her. "RORY GILMORE!" Rory stopped suddenly holding the cookie jar and looked up at her mom. "While I love the single-minded coffee search, why are you screaming?"

"You're never going to believe it. I need coffee and so will you, so get to brewing! Oh my god."

"Rory, sit down, I'll get the coffee then you're going to tell me what's going on. But you're going to have to give Mommy something, you're making me panic."

"Logan called."

"Yep, we need lots of coffee for this."

Five minutes later, there were four cups of tar strength coffee on the table and a suddenly calm Rory.

"Ok, what is going on?" Lorelai said after taking a swig of the worlds strongest coffee.

"I need to show you something then I'll tell you everything."

"Seriously, Kid, explain why you came in here screaming like a mandrake!"

"Harry Potter? Really mom?"

"FOCUS!"

Rory just pulled out her laptop and played the video of the Obama/Huntzberger meeting that Logan sent her. Lorelai watched the whole thing then nearly dropped her mug when Obama started praising Rory.

"Wait? What?" Lorelai said confused when she got to the end of the video. "Kid! This is great! The President gave you his seal of approval! You could be the inspiration for the next Spotlight or The Post! Wait, then why don't you have a steady gig? I love you kid, and I know you've worked your ass off so I'm confused?"

"Apparently this was never released. Mitchum kept the tape in a safe in his office that Logan found and all digital files vanished somehow."

"Oh my god, that butt-faced miscreant! How dare he think he can screw with my loin fruits career and get away with it! I'm going to hurt him so bad that he'll wish he was dead." Rory started laughing confusing Lorelai.

"Babe? What's funny? Is it the hormones?"

"I'm laughing because when I first met Logan I called him a butt faced miscreant. Also, Mitchum's dead."

"WHAT! Way to bury the lead hun!"

"You have no idea. He died a few weeks ago, dropped dead in the head office of his latest newspaper."

"So, Logan's a CEO huh? You picked a good guy as a baby daddy. Well, the engaged to another person was not a smart thing but he's got good genes there."

"Mom! Also, he's not engaged anymore. I'm not really sure what happened but he told me that he was grown man and didn't have to listen to him anymore, I'm just not sure if this was separate from his dads death because he told me both things in one sentence."

"Whoa. The kid doesn't mess around when he means business."

Rory raised her eyebrows, not really sure where to start with that comment but decided to let it go, considering there was more pressing issues to talk about. "There's more. He offered me a job. The newspaper HPG just took over is in a state, specifically, the opinions department, the editor of the department is completely useless who is costing the paper money, Logan asked me to take over."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Editor in Chief?"

"No, opinions editor."

"Where? What paper?"

"New York City. The Brooklyn Daily Post. It's not the Times, but I need to adjust my expectations. I get to be an editor at a paper in New York City. Make actual money and maybe salvage the career that Mitchum Huntzberger tried to destroy."

"Kid, I'm going need a lot more coffee to process all this." Rory nodded and held out her cup for a refill.

Half an hour later the Gilmore Girls, mostly Lorelai, had drunk three pots of coffee, a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and a box of pop tarts. "Ok, kid, are you going to go for it?"

"I told him I'd come and check out the place, talk to the staff and editor in chief before I make a decision."

"Are you going to tell him about your parting gift?"

"We're having lunch after my meetings and I'm telling him then."

"Wow kid, but are you sure you want to work for the company that destroyed your career?"

"Mitchum destroyed my career, Logan's helped me any chance he could. I wouldn't be working for Mitchum."

"Yeah, that'd be a little difficult unless we're re-enacting the Walking Dead."

"Your references need some work."

"I'm overwhelmed. Cut me some slack." Lorelai took another swig of her coffee before asking her next question. "When's your meeting?"

"Not sure. But mom, I'm really considering this. It would be a good job, it'd be a career. I know I'd probably be ruffling some feathers if I came in at the editor position, but that was the one thing the dark lord was right about, I was too nice for this profession. It's a cut-throat business and I'm being given an opportunity. If I like it, I'm going to take it."

"Screw coffee, I need a scotch."

AN: Well, what do you think? Good, bad, I should crawl back in my hole and never write fanfiction again?

Review if you please!