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AN: I'm sorry this took so stinkin' long. I had half of it written and then just got swamped with midterms, essays & work. In fact I still am but I decided I just needed a break and this seemed to be a good way to do just that. Hopefully I'll find a little more time to write more. I'm getting excited about where this is going so hopefully it left you hanging a little but won't let you hanging for too long. Please Review! Thanks so much!

Logan awoke the next morning with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. Lately he had awoke every morning feeling like this. He couldn't even remember the events of the previous night but he knew it had probably been interesting when he found Colin and Finn sprawled out on his living room floor.

The phone rang and he walked over to answer it.

"Hello" he said without any enthusiasm.

"Son we need to talk." Logan cringed at the sound of that voice. Every time he heard that voice he wanted to run.

"What do you want Dad; it's far too early to deal with you right now."

"Son we need to work on the plans for London. You'll be leaving in a few months and you need to be fully prepared to run the paper out there."

Logan couldn't believe he was really having this conversation. Maybe he should just go. I mean after all it would get him away from Rory. Maybe it would stop him from constantly thinking about her. Everything around him brought back another memory of the time they had spent together and Logan was beginning to get desperate.

"Fine, Dad, I'll be over later tonight and we can work everything out, ok?"
"You mean you're going to go without putting up a fight. I'm shocked son, but glad to hear it. I'll see you tonight at seven. Don't be late." And with that Logan was left listening to the dial tone.

So, he was moving to London in two months. It had been two months since Rory had walked out at the wedding. He was still writing articles and working at the YDN almost daily and she still received a coffee from him every morning but she had never responded. Their conversations at the YDN had been all business although he had so often tried to make them more. She never mentioned the coffees – maybe Paris was stealing them and drinking them for herself. No, she just didn't care. It was really over between them. Rory didn't care about him anymore; in fact she probably just hated him. He never saw her anywhere else around campus, including her old favorite coffee cart. She must have found some place new.

Logan finally got mad at himself for thinking about Rory so much and got up to get in the shower and get ready for his day. Colin and Finn would wake up eventually so he left them where they had fallen the night before.

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Rory walked to class in her own world. She was rehashing all of the facts over in her mind for the exam she had later that afternoon in her Roman Civilizations class. She had been so absorbed in her studies lately that she really could use a break, but what would she do. Hmm, maybe she and Paris could go out somewhere that weekend. It was time they both put themselves back on the market.

Suddenly as if fate was reading her mind as a handsome blonde haired guy strolled up beside her.

"You're Rory Gilmore right?" He asked.

"Yeah" Rory answered obviously puzzled. Did she know this guy from somewhere? He sort of looked familiar but she couldn't quite place him.

"Do I know you?" she finally asked after a short awkward silence.

"Kind of. Well, I don't expect you to remember me but I recognized you immediately."

Rory's mind was running like wild trying to place the handsome face and voice beside her and still she came up with nothing.

"You really don't remember me?" He asked with a hurt tone.

"No" she said apologetically.

"Well, I guess I'll have to make you remember." He answered "Hmm, I've got class now but meet me in front of the library in 2 hours."

"I guess so" she said but who was he?

"Great, see you later Mary" he yelled as he quickly ran away.

Mary, Mary! No, it couldn't be. Tristan DuGrey! She hadn't seen him in years. Immediately she knew it was him. He had grown up but it was definitely still the same sarcastic and mysterious boy that she had gone to high school with. Paris was going to flip. What was he doing here at Yale? Last she had heard he was at military school. Well, that was back in high school, of course he had gone on to college, she just never expected or even thought that it had been Yale.

When was the last time when she even thought about Tristan?

(A/N: Wait, where did that come from? I had no intention of putting Tristan in this story but it was like bang out of nowhere there he is. Now I really don't know where I'm going with this, anyhow continuing on…)

Rory was outside of the library 20 minutes before she was supposed to meet Tristan. What the heck was she supposed to say to him? She had the feeling this was going to be awkward. I mean there had kind of been something between them all those years ago but it was never really allowed to go anywhere.

"Hey Mary" she was startled out of her reverie by Tristan's gruff voice.

"Hey Tristan" Rory answered sheepishly.

"So you do remember me" he said with a grin.

"Well, I've had lots of nicknames but there's only one person that calls me Mary"

"So, you want to grab lunch or something and get caught up?"
"Sure that would be great" Rory answered as they headed off to a nearby restaurant.

Logan walked back to his apartment slowly trying to delay the evening. All the while a man walked at least four people behind him and watched his every move covertly. Tonight was the night. He had been planning it for months and this morning he had finally gotten the call. He was wondering how much longer he would have to stalk the bratty rich kid. These kids had no idea how well off they were; a pent house apartment while still in college, constant parties and unlimited credit. And they had the nerve to complain. Well, he would give him a reason to complain. He couldn't wait to see the look on the kid's face when he realized all his riches and luxuries had been stripped away from him. The next few hours could not go by fast enough.

Logan got home from his last class dreading the evening that was in front of him. He really didn't feel like meeting with his dad. Of course, he never felt like meeting with his father. Normally Logan was a free thinking person. He did what he wanted when he wanted and however he wanted to. He was known for that. But there was something about Mitchum Huntzburger that made him a weak person every time.

Logan got into his Porsche and actually drove the speed limit all the way to Hartford, trying to put off the inevitable and all the way not realizing just how bad his night would truly turn out.