I'm so sorry! It's been a long time and I know it's a short chapter. But a short chapter is better than no chapter, right?

Rory sipped at her beer and looked around the pub. She hadn't seen Matt since he abruptly left the table about half an hour earlier. A deep sigh escaped her throat. She seemed to be constantly disappointing him since she came back; first the news about the divorce and her new fiancé and now the move across the country.

She shouldn't feel bothered; she had left this life behind a long time ago. She had already dealt with the feelings of loss and longing. But she couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness at the thought of leaving it again.

"You want to dance?" Out of nowhere Chris showed up by her side, offering her his hand and ripping her away from her thoughts.

Deciding to live in the moment and cherish her last night with her old friends, Rory smiled. Absolutely." She took his hand and stood up. "I got to warn you though…"

"…you have two left feet." Chris smiled as he finished the sentence for her and led her towards the dance floor. "I remember the big dance show off of -04. Still got a limp to remind me of it."

Rory stopped and gasped at his accusations. "You so do not have a limp!"

"I sure do!" He ushered her to continue towards the dance floor. "At least in cold weather"

She smirked. "That's not a real limp, that's a sign of old age!"

"Are you calling me old Rory Gilmore?" He raised his eyebrows before he swirled her around on the dance floor. "Do I need remind you that you're at least a month older than me?"

"Shush you" She giggled. "Concentrate on your dancing, it's bad enough to have two left feet, I don't want a limp to accompany them."

Chris laughed out loud at that as they both engaged in moving to the music on the very small dance floor.

Smirking at the sight of Rory and Chris dancing and laughing together, Matt sat himself down at the table that Rory had just left. He took a large gulp of his beer before setting it down on the table.

Couldn't she see that she belonged here? With them. At Truncheon. With Jess.

He was certain that he had interrupted something between her and Jess earlier that evening when he came rushing home. There was this tension in the room when he walked in. And Rory's not-so-subtle glances towards Jess.

She wasn't over him. At least not the kind of over you were supposed to be when getting divorced and marrying someone else.

And Jess definitely wasn't over her. He knew that for a fact.

He had to do something to make her see that; to get her to open her eyes.

He grinned to himself as an idea was starting to take form in his head.

Out on the dance floor, the music slowed down and couples started forming around Chris and Rory.

Slowly moving closer, Chris smiled and held his arms out. "You think your husband would mind if we danced to this?"

Rory shrugged. "Ex-husband" She corrected him and moved closer into his open arms.

"Only if you want him to be" Chris whispered quietly, almost too quiet. Rory wasn't even sure she was supposed to have heard it.

"What did you say?" She asked, just to make sure.

She couldn't explain why her heart was pounding so hard in her chest and why there was a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wanted Jess to be her ex-husband. That's why she had come here, wasn't it?

There was a short moment of silence before Chris answered. "I hear you're moving to San Francisco." He said and she couldn't help but feel disappointed that the words out of his mouth weren't the words she heard him whisper.

"Yeah" She answered back, dragging the word out.

He shrugged. "I hear they have great weather. Lots of sun."

Rory nodded against his shoulder and hid her face against it as she felt silent tears starting to fall from her eyes. She didn't even know why she was crying. She had been living her life for a long time without either of them in it, so there was no logic whatsoever in her crying about leaving them behind.

But it wasn't just them.

She hadn't really thought about it before, but moving to San Francisco would mean leaving everyone behind; her mother, Lane, her grandparents, Luke, her father – everyone she loved and cared about.

When she said yes to Logan she also said yes to leaving all of them behind.

She felt Chris stroking her back as they danced, but neither of them said anything.

"One more!" Rory demanded as she slammed her empty shot glass down on the counter.

"Are you sure?" The barkeep tilted her head and examined Rory, who stared back, trying not to look as inebriated as she felt.

"I'm a paying customer" She reasoned. "And I want to pay for one more shot of tequila"

The barkeep rolled her eyes and poured her another glass.

"Thank you" Rory took the glass and emptied it with a grimace.

What was she doing here? Why had she insisted on celebrating with Matt and the guys? Why hadn't she accepted that this was no longer a part of her life and gone home?

She shouldn't be here. She should be at home planning for her wedding, for her move across the country, for her life with Logan. She shouldn't be here, trying to hold onto a life that she had walked out on years ago.

Rory stared at the stick in her hand, not quite believing what she was seeing. Positive. The test was positive. She was pregnant.

It couldn't be. It had to be a mistake. They had been careful. They had been using protection.

She slid down on the bathroom floor, still holding the stick in her hand. What about her future? What about Yale and becoming a journalist?

This messed all that up. She had waited for too long and now it was too late. She couldn't go to college with a baby.

She rested her head against her knees and let her tears fall freely, wondering if her mother had felt her dreams slipping away just like this when she found out she was pregnant.

Did she ever regret giving up on her dreams to raise a baby?

Was it possible to give up on everything you had worked towards for your entire life without resenting the person that had forced you to give it up?

Having given up on the idea of drinking herself into forgetting that this wasn't where she was supposed to be, Rory headed outside to take a breath of fresh air and come up with a strategy of how to manage through the rest of the night without any more emotional crises.

She pushed the door open and walked out with large, determined steps. Though the determination quickly disappeared and the steps slowed down as she spotted someone she knew leaning against a wall, smoking.

"Oh" She uttered when she noticed him. "I didn't know you were out here"

Jess pushed himself off the wall and turned to face her. "Just wanted to get some air"

She bit her lip and nodded and they stood awkwardly in silence for a while as neither of them knew what to say.

"About what happened earlier…" Rory broke the silence while looking down at Jess' feet.

He shuffled them and cleared his throat before he picked up where she'd drifted off. "It was nothing" He stated.

"Right" She looked up and met his eyes. They looked warm and intense and she couldn't tear her own eyes away from them. "Nothing" She repeated.

"Nothing" He shrugged his shoulders slightly, still fixating her eyes with his.

"Temporary insanity if anything" She mumbled as she moved slightly closer to him

Jess stretched his hand out and touched her fingers. It was a light, soft touch, almost feather-like and it felt familiar and right, as if their fingers belonged together like two pieces of the same puzzle.

Tearing her eyes away from his gaze, Rory looked down at their fingers, which were slowly twining themselves together as if their actions were beyond her control. She sank her teeth into her lower lip and looked up to meet Jess' eyes again. "What are we doing?" She asked, although she kind of knew the answer already; she was doing what she'd wanted to do ever since that interrupted moment in the kitchen. Or maybe even before that, maybe this was what she'd wanted ever since she saw him sitting behind his desk at Truncheon.

"I don't know" He whispered back and moved towards her, closing the space between them.

Her reasons for coming to New York and seeing him again after all this time couldn't have been further from the conscious parts of her mind as she lifted her head up, closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.

Jess wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer against his body as he kissed her back.

This time, there was no one there to interrupt the kiss and Rory let herself become completely engulfed in the feeling of Jess' lips against hers. She opened her mouth slightly to allow him to deepen the kiss and he did.