AN: Alright, we like spur of the moment don't we? Well, I do. I have so many story ideas that have been sitting in my mind FOREVER but this one just came to me...just now. I'm serious. Okay, here we go. By the way, i'm having a bit of writer's block with PH.

Summary: Rory's second year at Yale. Logan is supposed to be a junior but that whole yacht thing that we are so tired of hearing about has set him back. Rory IS a virgin. Never slept with Dean. Never even looked the boy's way. In fact, as far as i'm concerned he's still married...or dead. Whatever you wanna think. He will not be in this. Lorelai and Luke are dating. This is a ROGAN.

Chapter 1: Target Located

Rory shuffled around the newsroom early Monday. Thye were getting their assignments today. Rory was so excited. She wanted features so bad she could almost taste it. She was also glad because then Paris wouldn't be harassing her about the religion beat anymore. Doyle shushed the buzzing newsroom with the clap of his hands.

"Attention! I'm going to assign assignments! If you don't get what you want then tough luck, if you do, it better be damn good." Doyle announced. Paris was listening intently.

He had announced all the assignments except for Paris and Rory. Rory was listening and sipping her coffee and Paris was nervously tapping her fingers on her desk.

"Hurry up, Doyle! Some of us don't have time to dilly doddle while you add long pauses for dramatic effects." Doyle gasped.

Paris nodded. "That's right, I know you were originally a drama major. There's your invesitgative reporting right there!"

Doyle looked flustered. "Um, Okay Paris Gellar, Religion beat."

Paris hopped out of her seat and started doing what resembled a touchdown dance. The whole newsroom stopped to look at her. "What, like you don't have hobbies! Get back to work!" Paris bellowed sitting down.

"Rory Gilmore, features." Rory smiled graciously.

"Thanks, Doyle. You won't regret it."

"Yes well, you better hope I don't." he mumbled walking away. Rory sat down at her desk and sighed contently.

Rory was getting into the feel of things again when Doyle let out a high pitched squeal. Rory glanced up and noticed a blonde rich looking guy. She decided upon rich because of his clothing. Doyle rushed over to the guy and might as well just got down on his knees. He was amking himself look like a fool. Rory had to find out who this guy was. If Doyle was kissing up to him then he had to be important. The blonde guy sat down at a desk near the door. Doyle rushed away from him mumbling something under his breath.

"Wait! Hey Doyle?" Rory asked coyly.

Doyle whipped around in her direction. "What is it, Gilmore?" Doyle asked exasperated.

"Who's that guy?" Rory said lowering her voice.

"Him? That's Logan Huntzberger." Doyle said with disdain evident in his voice.

"Like newspaper Huntzberger?" Doyle nodded and rushed off.

"Huh." Rory said writing down the name. She glanced back over. Her grandmother was always trying to get Rory to make connections. This could be her chance. Rory didn't realize she was staring until Logan looked up at her, smiled, and winked. Oh boy...

It was about a week later and Rory was searching for a good story in the YDN. She had been thinking a lot about Huntzberger lately. She wanted to talk to him but she didn't know how to go about doing so. She hadn't seen him in the newsroom since but she saw him several times in the dining hall, coffee kiosks, and the pub. He was always surrounded by people though. Something about him made her really nervous. While she was at her desk in the YDN it was pretty quiet. That's when he walked in. He smirked at her and started approaching her.

"Well, I don't believe we have met before. I think i'd remember a pretty face like that."

Rory laughed and snorted at the same time. She noted his serious face though. "Oh, you were serious. I'm sorry. I'm Rory Gilmore."

"Pleasure. Now would you like to get a cup of coffee with me?" Logan asked.

"Me? Why? We just now met."

"Well, i'd like to get to know you better. What'd you say?"

Connections, Ror. Connections.

"Okay, sure."

"Great let's go."

Rory found Logan to be rather interesting. He enjoyed reading about just as much as she did. She would have to teach him more about good movies though. They might become friends. Rory wouldn't exclude the thought. They kept up their coffee outings up about three times a week. Rory was very happy about them too. That was until Paris struck. Rory was typing up a paper when Paris walked in.

"Rory, I thought you knew better."

"What?" Rory asked.

"Are you really gonna add yourself to Huntz berger's harem, brothel if you will."

"Again, I have no clue what you are talking about."

"You're Huntzberger's latest interest. He wants you. Just like Uncle Sam. He gets these flavors of the week, they're called. You're it right now. According to my sources you're thrilled about it."

"What!"

"Oh, nevermind. " Paris said trying to leave the room.

Rory stopped her. "Wait! Who are your 'sources'?"

Paris mumbled something unrecognizable.

"Who!"

"Doyle! Okay?"

"Where did Doyle hear this?"

"I don't know? Do I look like Nancy Grace?"

"Errgghh!" Rory growled, exiting the dorm. She had one place in mind. There was gonna be some ass-whooping tonight.

An: Continue or scrap? By the way, I need a beta. If you couold do it for this story and PH that would be very very very great. Let me know. E-mail me.