Logan sat in traffic for seventy-five minutes, watching the minutes tick by. Somewhere around the forty-five-minute mark, he accepted the fact that he wasn't getting on his flight tonight. He even emailed his assistant to alert him that he wouldn't be in the office tomorrow as he previously thought he might be. He even gathered the courage to call Rory. He found her number in his phone and made the call. He exhaled loudly when his call went straight to voicemail. He didn't know until that very second that he had no idea what he might say. There was jumble of words in his brain that he needed to say to her, but he had no idea how to put them in a coherent sentence.

Finally, traffic started crawling again. It was only one lane, and all of the lanes of traffic were slowly merging into one. They were INCHING along, but they were moving. Finally. Once he got moving at about 8 miles-per-hour, he got another text message from his airline – his flight would be delayed nearly an hour. He was encouraged that he might make it after all. Then again, with the way the rest of the weekend had gone, he sincerely doubted it.

Rory was awakened by the soft ding of the seat belt sign. She adjusted her seat and rubbed her eyes. The flight attendant appeared and offered her a beverage. Rory requested water. Once the woman returned, Rory asked about the flight and why it was almost two hours hour later than it should be. Rory then learned that they had been circling the tower, waiting to land. But since they were merely stopping at JFK, her flight would continue on to London as expected. They might be able to make up some time over the Atlantic and would likely only arrive at Heathrow about an hour late. Once the flight landed at JFK, Rory took the opportunity to use the restroom and then do a little stretching in her seat. She was prepared for the eight-hour flight to London.

She settled back into her window seat with her travel blanket and her headphones. She had an audio book ready to lull her to sleep. People filed onto the plane – what seemed like hundreds of people. No one had taken the seat next to hers as of yet. She thought she might luck out and get the whole aisle to herself. It would be great to not have to make polite conversation with a stranger for the next eight hours. They announced they would be shutting the door to the plane in a couple minutes. Rory dropped her headphones on the floor, and she leaned forward to pick them up. She noticed someone stowing something in the overhead bin in her row, so she reclined in her seat and gazed out the window. Once the person was done and closed the overhead bin, she glanced over at him in the dim light.

It couldn't be.

Once Logan got through international security, he raced through the airport and sprinted through the terminal. He finally found his gate and nearly assaulted the gate agent with his phone to show him his e-ticket. They were in the process of closing the door to the jetway, but he got there JUST in time. 3C, 3C, he had to find his seat – 3C. Then he could relax and settle in for his journey home. He found row 3 and quickly stashed his stuff in the overhead bin. He shut the bin with a click while the flight attendant glared at him. He politely nodded at the woman in the seat next to his and she turned to glanced at him and return the pleasantries.

"Ace?" he asked at exactly the same time as she blinked at him and questioned, "Logan?"

His heart stopped. He couldn't form words. "What…..? I…..?" he continued to stammer.

"I can't believe this!" Rory said quietly. She jumped up to give him a hug. He pulled her into his arms and inhaled her scent.

"It's SO good to see you," he said against her hair, not letting go. He exhaled a huge breath and tightened his grip around her. "I thought I might never see you again."

Rory pulled away enough to look up at him through her lashes. "Are we seriously sitting next to each other?" She smiled. "What are the odds?"

He shook his head and pulled her against him again. "I have no idea," he said. "Ace, its just so good to see you again."

A flight attendant tapped him on the shoulder. "Would you please take your seats and buckle your seat belts for take-off?" She smiled at them. "I promise, you will have eight hours to talk once we are airborne."

Rory gave a shy smile. "Right. Sorry." Logan grinned and placed his satchel under the seat in front of his, then sat down. They both buckled their seat belts while the flight attendant took their drink orders. Logan requested scotch while Rory asked for water. They were politely quiet while they listened to the safety speech about exits and such.

Once the plane began to taxi down the runway, Logan asked Rory, "So, you're heading to London?"

She nodded. "Yep, one of the editors at Time Out Magazine asked for a meeting – I meet with them on Tuesday."

He smiled a huge smile at her, genuinely happy for her. "That's terrific. Do you have any more details?"

She shook her head. "No, but its Time Out. If they call, you show up, you know?"

He nodded. "Definitely," he agreed. They were quiet for a while the plane lifted off. It wasn't before the plane leveled off that they finally spoke to each other again. Logan took a sip of his drink and set it back down. "Were you going to come to London and not call me?" She stopped with her own drink in mid-air. She set it back down. She looked down at her shoes. He finally said, "I guess you were."

She sighed and said, "Well…." She looked up at him. "We said goodbye."

Logan sighed and said, "I know."

There was an overhead announcement in the plane about ETAs and temperatures. Among other things, they said that they would be turning off the cabin lights for the overnight flight and passengers should use their reading lights if they desired lighting in their area.

Rory and Logan sat there, side-by-side, in the dark on the transatlantic flight. They were both afraid.

Logan knew that if their conversation went badly, they would still have the remainder of the flight to sit next to each other in awkward silence.

Rory knew that this quiet, dark environment wasn't the best place to tell Logan that she was expecting. Strangers were less than two feet away from them. Unless they whispered, they had no privacy, and they were in a confined space. This was less than ideal.

Then again, Logan decided that this might be the very BEST place for this conversation. Rory had to sit and listen to what he had to say, she literally couldn't get up and leave, and she had to stay quiet.

Rory also reasoned that this might be the best place to tell Logan about the pregnancy. After all, its practically illegal to have a full-on freak-out on a transatlantic flight.

Finally, Logan whispered, "So, I actually tried to call you this afternoon."

She inhaled sharply. "Really? Why?"

He took a breath. "I wanted to talk to you. I missed you." She stared into his eyes. "A lot has happened since the last time we saw each other."

She blinked at him and finally pursed her lips. "Okay." She paused but he never spoke. "What happened?" She reached for his hand. "Logan, you can talk to me."

He sighed. "What if you don't want to hear what I have to say?"

"Are you married to her?"

"No," he shook his head with a tiny smile.

"Then I want to hear what you have to say."

He took a deep breath. "Okay. After we said goodbye in New Hampshire, I immediately went back to London and ended things. It wasn't right. She wasn't right for me."

Rory swallowed hard. "You ended things?"

He nodded. "I also spent the rest of the time getting out of crazy business deals between my family and hers. It's over. It's all finally, completely over. She moved out and went back to Paris."

Rory took a deep breath. "Wow." She squeezed his hand. "Are you okay?" He nodded. "Do you need to talk about it?"

He shook his head and smiled at her. "I'm great. I don't need to talk about it."

Rory waited a few minutes and then asked, "What changed?"

"She deserves someone who is madly in love with her. And I'm just not."

Rory gave a small smile and nodded. "Of course."

They were quiet for several minutes, but still holding hands. Logan turned in his seat to face her. He titled her chin up with his finger and said, "And there is this woman I care about so much. I can't lose her," he said as he stared into her eyes.

She closed her eyes, basking in his admission of affection. Finally, she asked, "Just for confirmation… do you mean me?"

He chuckled softly and nodded. "Of course I mean you, Ace."

She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. He rubbed her back with one hand and put his other arm around her shoulders with the other to hold her close against him. "Logan, I've missed you so much," she whispered against his neck.

"Oh, Sweetie, I've missed you too. More than you know." He kissed her temple and exhaled. He gathered up some more courage and decided to tell her more. "So, I went to see you yesterday. But the wedding was going on."

"Oh! I didn't know." She looked confused. "Wait, you went to Stars Hollow?" He nodded. "How come I never saw you? What happened?"

"I looked around for you and you were dancing with someone else. I didn't want to interfere. You looked happy." He sighed.

"I wasn't happy. We were just dancing." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You came to talk to me; you saw me with someone, and you left? You didn't bother to speak to me? I don't get it."

"Are you with Jess? Like REALLY with him?"

She shook her head. "No. Of course not. We were both in the wedding. We danced a few times. I danced with Kirk, and Jackson, and Zack, and Taylor, and Luke too. I'm not with them either."

She leaned back and pushed the arm rest up between them. Then she slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. He sighed and said, "Okay, you've made your point – I'm a dumbass."

"What else did you want to say?" She looked up at him and waited.

He thought to himself, fuck it. Say everything you want to say! "Ace, am I too late?"

She bit her lower lip and tilted her head to the side. "What?"

"Rory, I love you. And I'm sick of pretending that I don't." He whispered so quietly that she could barely hear him. She pulled away enough to look him in the eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but he continued. "I desperately want a relationship with you – a life with you – but if you don't want the same thing, you need to just tell me. I will respect your decision and leave you alone." Tears fell from her eyes, and she sniffled as she inhaled. She squeezed her eyes shut to try to stop the tears, but it didn't help. She stretched her neck to reach to kiss him, but he pulled back and continued whispering. "But I don't want any of this ridiculous Vegas bullshit. I want a real, normal, monogamous relationship with you, where we go out and do things, we take trips together and spend holidays together." She continued to blink furiously at him. "I can't keep torturing myself. Tell me. What do you want?" She just sniffled as she nodded, completely speechless. He put his hand on the side of her neck, his thumb lightly rubbing her jaw. "Ace, that's not an answer. Say something."

She finally asked him, "I can't believe you went to Stars Hollow while you were in town, just to see me."

He gulped. "I wasn't just in town. I came to the U.S. specifically to see you. I wanted to talk to you. But you appeared to be with someone else so put my tail between my legs and left. You looked happy and I didn't want to mess it up."

"You came all the way here just to see me?" Her eyes were wide.

He nodded. "Don't look so surprised. It's not the first time." She continued to stare at him, but her mouth morphed into a small smile. "So, tell me... what do you want? If it's not me, I promise I will find a way to live with it."