AN: Yes, another story. I didn't intend to start it, but the plot bunny just wouldn't die. This will take place in seasons 5 & 6. This chapter will be heavy on dialogue taken from the show. Most chapters will not be like this. I just thought that it was necessary for this chapter. This chapter begins during BIAG. This fic will take place primarily in Shira & Emily's perspectives, but I may change that.
Disclaimer: I don't own GG. Really, if I did CMM would be there still.

Chapter 1

Shira Huntzberger sighed, waiting for Logan to come in. Honor had run to greet him. Elias wasn't saying a word, and Josh, well, Josh was… shaking. She could hear the girl Logan brought home talking about the ceilings. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. Her son was bringing home his girlfriend. She could only hope it was that Fallon girl. They were a perfect match.

Shira could hear Honor urging them to, "Hurry!"

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." Shira said, looking at her son, but noticing it was not Tiffany Fallon that was with him.

"Sorry we're late, everyone." Logan told her, not sounding one bit sorry.

"It's all right, Logan, we're still waiting for your father." She informed him as her son kissed her.

Shira watched on as Logan greeted his grandfather and Josh before turning to the group. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Rory Gilmore." He informed them.

She was amazed at the look in her son's eye as he introduced the girl with him. He obviously cared for this girl a great deal. She never thought she would see the day. Perhaps this would be a good thing. Then, the girl chose to speak.

"Hi. It's really nice to meet you all. This house is amazing. Seriously, there should be a docent at the door." Rory said, smiling nervously.

Shira smiled falsely, certainly not amused or flattered by the girls babbling, and simply said, "Well, thank you, Rory." It was obvious she was not a society girl. Another status climbing gold digger, she assumed.

"You know Rory's grandparents, Mom. Richard and Emily." Logan informed her.

Shira worked hard to control her reaction. Gilmore? Hmmm… Richard and Emily's granddaughter. Interesting. This… girl… certainly was not a gold digger by any means. Really though, she expected more from Emily. She would have thought that Emily would teach her to not be influenced by how grand a house looked, or to make it so obvious. Wait, Gilmore? Richard and Emily's granddaughter… they only had one daughter. Lorelai, yes, that was her name. The one that ran away. Well, that certainly explained things.

Shira smiled, "Yes, of course. How are Richard and Emily doing?"

"They're doing very well." Came the granddaughters reply.

"Oh, that's wonderful." Shira replied, absentmindedly. In truth, she could care less how they were doing. She needed a cigarette, and she needed to think. How on earth did this factor in with her plans for Logan?

Shira was so caught up in her thoughts she paid no attention to the awkward silence, or to Elias swishing his ice in his glass. Logan was infatuated with this Gilmore girl… but wait, didn't she want a career?

" So, um, you were at the wedding, right?" The girl piped up, interrupting Shira's very important thoughts.

"Oh. Why, yes. We were. Oh, it was lovely. Emily certainly knows how to plan an event." That wasn't a lie by any means. No one could throw a party quiet like Emily. She wondered if her granddaughter inherited that trait. It was a very important one in their world.

"That she does." Rory answered.

"I should send her a note." Shira told her, already wondering what she would say. The way Logan gripped Rory's hand was not lost on her. There was something more here. Maybe a talk with Emily would be just the thing.

"Hm." The girl nodded, obviously at a loss as to what to say.

Shira allowed her thoughts to continue to wonder. Logan and Rory… that wouldn't be such a bad thing, but the poor dear wanted a career. She did understand that she could never be with Logan if she truly wanted one, right?

"Hey, Grandpa, can I freshen your drink for you?" Logan asked, standing up and breaking into Shira's thoughts.

Elias grunted and Logan took his glass.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Can we get you something, Rory?" Shira asked, remembering her manners.

"I got it, Mom." Logan interjected, causing another awkward silence.

Logan handed the Gilmore girl a glass, but she shook her head, looking up at him.

"Oh, Logan, I don't think I should –"

"It's club soda, Ace." Logan said, looking into the girls eyes. Shira could see that her son really, truly cared about this girl.

"Oh, good." The girl smiled.

Too bad the girl would never make it in her family. Please, a Huntzberger needed a drink- several in fact- to get through an evening with their family. No, this girl simply would not do. This girl wouldn't be around for long, she couldn't.

The maid brought in a message on a tray for her to read. Of course Mitchum wouldn't be home anytime soon. Please, it's not as if family ever meant a damn to him before.

"Apparently Mitchum is still at the office. We might as well start dinner." She informed everyone, standing. "So…" she trailed off, gesturing for everyone to follow her. Shira couldn't wait for this night to be over.

She sat at the table, her family joining her. Silence… the ever deafening silence was back.

"So, Grandpa, how's the new boat?" Logan asked, breaking the loud silence.

"It's a boat. It floats." Elias answered, glaring at his grandson.

"I hear it's beautiful. When are you going to let me take her out?" Shira had to smile when her son said this. Really, did he honestly think anyone would ever trust him near a floating device again after the Fiji incident?

"Now, Logan, you don't have the best track record when it comes to boats."

"Only other people's boats. Our boats are very safe." Shira had to bite back a laugh at this, knowing what her son said was probably very true. He knew his grandfather would kill him if he ever harmed one of his yachts.

"We should do a summer trip. Maybe hit the Amalfi Coast again? All of us. Rory, Josh, you, me." Honor said, smiling.

Shira knew this wasn't good. Rory couldn't stick around for that long. She wanted a career! All of her plans for Logan would go down the drain if he stayed with this girl!

Elias slammed his fork down on the table, startling everyone.

"Dad!" Shira exclaimed, watching him with wide eyes.

"Maria!" He bellowed to the maid.

"Yes, sir?"

"It's too hot. Bring me a salad."

This was not good. Elias was upset. He'd obviously made the same connection Shira did with Rory's career goals. She needed a cigarette. She needed one very, very badly. She could wait no more.

"I'll be right back." She told everyone, getting up. She walked out of the room and lit her Marlboro up, savoring the wonderful, wonderful nicotine. She knew tonight would only end in disaster. Really, how could Logan be so dumb as to have brought this girl, this girl who he knew the family would disapprove of, home?

"Shira!" She heard Elias bellow. She rolled her eyes, quickly taking another drag of her cigarette.

"Yes, Dad?" She called, putting her cigarette out.

"What time did Mitchum say he'd be here?" He asked her, obviously annoyed.

She walked back in the room, waving the smoke away and coughing slightly.

"I don't know. He didn't say." She answered, knowing that Elias, the old coot he was, would not be happy with her answer. He was never happy with anything. Damn grumpy old man.

"Well, this is ridiculous!" He griped.

"Please, Dad." She said, trying to stop the train wreck before it started.

"We're all just going to sit around this table and pretend there's

nothing going on?" He asked her, now pissed off.

"Let's just wait for Mitchum!" She exclaimed. Lord, let them wait for Mitchum. He would handle it. He would simply tell Logan he couldn't be with this girl, and that would be that. Of course, Elias never was one for patients. Impatient, grumpy old man.

"There are serious matters to be discussed here. This is an important family. Marrying into it is important business. But no, we can't discuss this until Mitchum gets here!" Elias ranted, watching as Maria brought him a salad. "What is this? Go away!" He fussed, shooing the poor maid out of the room.

Great, now he was starting one of his tantrums. Shira knew this wouldn't be good. Nothing ever was when it came to Elias.

Logan, the foolish boy he was, tried to interfere. "Okay, I'm sorry. I have to jump in here. Grandpa, we all respect you and Mom and Dad, but the bottom line here is, Honor has to be happy. Now, if she loves Josh, then –"

Shira watched in amazement. Her son really had no idea, did he? Was it truly possible that his feelings for this girl blinded him so much?

"Logan, I appreciate you defending me but I can take it from here. Mom, Grandpa, I had hoped that you would be happy for me, but obviously that's not going to happen. You didn't even let me announce it to you before you formed your opinion, and I'm sorry you feel the way you do, but Josh and I made it official last week. We are engaged now and no matter what you say, we are going to get married. In June." Honor announced, having cut her brother off.

Shira shook her head. When did her children become so daft? She already had the wedding planned out for Honor and Josh. "Well, of course you're going to get married! You've been dating for three years, and I already put a hold on the Japanese Tea Garden for next spring."

Honor beamed at this. "Oh. Well, that sounds great, thank you!"

"So we should celebrate then!" Logan said, now grinning also.

Shira watched as her son put himself right in the line of fire, without even realizing it.

"We'll celebrate when we have finished our discussion!" Elias boomed at his grandson.

"Which discussion?" Honor naively asked.

"The discussion about unsuitable people marrying into this family." Elias informed her.

"What?" Came Honor's confused question.

Shira panicked. She needed nicotine. NOW! "I'll be right back!" She said, rushing out of the room. She couldn't hear what Elias was saying to Logan, something about family responsibility, she was sure. Obviously, whatever it was upset Logan a great deal.

"Mom, I suggest you come back in here, right now!" He yelled out to her.

Shira hovered near the doorway, not putting her cigarette down. She needed something, and since Mitchum wasn't here to handle this, she needed her cigarette. "Logan, you just haven't thought about this. I mean, I'm sure Rory understands. She wants to work. Isn't that right, Rory? Emily's always talking about you wanting to be a reporter and travel around doing this and that. A girl like Rory has no idea what it takes to be in this family, Logan." She informed him, looking from him to Rory. She could see the shock register on his face. How was it possible that this type of situation never even occurred to him?

"Oh my God." He muttered, clearly disbelieving.

"She wasn't raised that way. She wasn't bred for it. And this isn't at all about her mother, it's just, you come from two totally different worlds." Shira told him honestly, ignoring Rory's very presence.

"It would never work. Not for you, and certainly not for us." Elias said, as if his word was the final truth and testament. She supposed though, that in their family it was. Even Mitchum tried to pacify him as much as possible.

"Okay, this conversation is going to end right now. I am not going to sit here –" Logan started, only to be interrupted by Elias.

"You are going to be taking over this company! That's what you are going to be doing! And when you do, you are going to need the right kind of person at your side. This isn't college, Logan!"

Shira could see things were going down hill very, very rapidly. "And whatever happened to that Fallon girl? I loved her. Do you talk anymore?" Yes, the Fallon girl would be much better for him than the Gilmore girl. Much, much better.

"No, we don't talk! We never talked, you talked."

"Oh, what a shame. I just loved her." The Fallon girl's career goal was to marry rich. That would certainly help their family.

Logan shook his head, standing up. "Okay. Let's go." He told Rory, grabbing her hand.

Shira watched in shock as her son walked out. He had never done that before. She called after him, "Logan. You have to understand. You bring this girl home without any warning at all, and Honor tells us you're calling her your girlfriend! We have to take that seriously. Logan, come back here!"

The four remaining at the table looked at each other in shock. There was no way Logan had just walked out. He never did that before. He was always to afraid of his family to do so.

Mitchum walked in, "What the hell happened here?" He asked, looking at each of the four.

"Honor, Josh, I'll see you both soon. We'll start to plan for the wedding next week." Shira told them, sending Honor a look that let her know she needed to leave. Now.

"Bye daddy." Honor said, kissing her father's cheek as the couple walked out.

Once the two were gone Mitchum sat at the table. "What the hell happened?" He asked her. "Logan was upset-"

"That girl is wrong for this family! Dumb boy! He knows better than to-" Elias started to rant.

Shira held her head in her hands. "Rory Gilmore is his girlfriend." She informed her husband, sighing.

"So? The Gilmore's are a great family. Richard insures most of my buildings." He said, not seeing the problem.

"She wants a career." Shira said throwing her hands up.

Mitchum was stunned into silence. Shira watched him, and finally, he said, "What kind of a career?"

"Traveling! Journalism! Traipsing around the world!" Shira said, shaking her head. "MARIA! I need WINE!" She called, now in need of something a bit stronger than that. But after her stint in Arizona drying out Mitchum took her pills away. She wanted her pills!

Mitchum stared at her. "We'll simply forbid Logan to see her."

Shira glared at him for taking such a patronizing tone with her. "He cares for her."

"WHAT?" Mitchum roared. Shira shook her head. She could understand why he was so shocked. Their son cared for person, and one person only: Logan. Still, she saw the look in his eyes when he looked at Rory Gilmore, and she watched as her son walked out on a family dinner. This girl gave him backbone. This girl could be the end to all their hopes and dreams for him.

Mitchum slumped down in his seat. Maria obviously realized the whole family needed some liquor, so she brought in three glasses and a canter of scotch.

The three sat around the table, plotting how they would fix this mess.

"Journalism you say?" Mitchum asked Shira, a smirk forming on his face. Shira watched, intrigued, as her husband hashed out his plan. An internship? Brilliant. Brilliant indeed…

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