Summary: Set after Ep 6.07. After waking up to her mistakes, Rory leaves Hartford thinking that there is nothing left for her. That is until… she realizes that she harbors something precious of Logan's. A Rory/Logan fic.

Disclaimer: GG does not belong to me

--Rory--

'How could've I been so stupid? Quitting Yale… Deserting Mom… Partying with Logan every night… Living with grandma of all people…' Rory Gilmore sighed as she dashed out of the DAR party. Wiping away a tear before it could completely form, Rory pulled out her Toyota and swerved on to the first freeway. Suddenly, after what seemed like hours of aimless driving, a ring broke the deafening silence. 'Logan' The screen flashed. Without a second thought, Rory hurled the phone out the window and waited for a satisfying crunch that was delivered two seconds later.

"I need to get out of this place," she murmured. It wasn't until she passed a sign that she realized how much she drove. "Welcome to the State of Pennsylvania" it read…

--Logan--

The sun illuminated the room, as if it was kicking the sleeper to wake up. Logan Huntzberger groaned as tumbled off the couch with a loud "thump." "Argh…" Logan mumbled as he tried to sit up. Last night came up fuzzy as he tried to remember how he ended up fully dressed with the world's worst hangover. Slowly, images started to flash in his head. That bastard Jack… or was it James… Rory's ex… some book… Rory yelling… him yelling… him leaving… vodka… more vodka…

"Oh god…" Logan closed his eyes immediately regretting what he has remembered. He staggered up and fumbled his way to the sink for some water and aspirin. When he reached the counter, the flashing on his cell phone caught his attention. Picking it up right away, hoping that Rory called, he checked through his missed calls list. 'Finn…Collin…Finn again… Emily Gilmore… Fi… wait, Emily?'

"Why the hell would she call me? Unless…" Logan thought in horror. He immediately dialed her and waited for an answer. However, it reached her voicemail.

"Hey Ace, it's me. God, I'm so sorry about last night. I was a total ass and way out of line. Can we talk? Where are you? Emily called me… I'm worried now, call me back alright?" Click. Logan sighed as he put closed the phone.

"Where are you Ace?"

--Rory-- --4 weeks later--

Rory paced around in the bathroom of a Diner somewhere in Oregon. She nervously looked at her watch and back at the small item by the mirror. After what seemed like an eternity, Rory picked up the stick and turned pale.

"Oh god…" was all she could manage to whimper…