A.N.-don't own any of it
The blue pickup truck drove North. The last time something like this had happened, the driver hadn't had a plan. This time she did, and it was to go to do the same things they had done before.
Rory sat in the gazebo, looking out at the summer night in Stars Hollow around her. It was her home, hers and her mother's. A symbol of their bond, and their understanding of each other. Why was that changing? Why couldn't her mother accept that Logan wasn't perfect? She remembered so clearly a time when Lorelai thought he was the devil, and his father was off the charts. When she hated the fact that her daughter was tempted into the world of Richard and Emily, the snob world that Lorelai had wanted nothing more than to be far away from. Now that she was realizing that Lorelai was right, and she wanted to run as far away as she could, Lorelai wanted to stay. She slipped her ring off again, and fell asleep crying.
"Rory?" A familiar voice rung through the night. "Are you alright?"
"No, not really. But I will be."
"What's wrong?"
"I had a huge fight with my mother."
"What about?"
"Logan."
"I thought she liked him now."
"She does. She loves him for me. More than I do."
"It doesn't sound like her to push you into marrying someone from your grandparent's world."
"I know. That's what hurts the most."
"Shhhhh. Come here." he whispered, and she found herself crying in Dean's arms once more.