Lorelai's POV

Lorelai walked into Westin's and sat at a table, waiting for Luke to arrive. It was strange but she had a feeling of hope with her for the first time. Whatever happened today could not be worse than the last few weeks she'd spent alone. She just wanted to be able to talk to Luke again, see him again, and drink his coffee again. She knew that Luke wanted to meet in a public place to deter an argument. Not that the town wasn't already privy to what had happened between the two. At least this time they were keeping the rumors between themselves. A waitress came by and she ordered a cup of coffee to nurse while she waited.

She was already drinking her second cup, when Luke walked in the door. He pushed his way through the small lunch crowd that had gathered and joined Lorelai at the table.

"Hey" Luke began, breaking a silence that had been between them for weeks.

"Listen. I know we have been apart for a long time now, and I know you may have asked me here to tell me you never want to see me again. But I just wanted to say, before you officially broke up with me, that I am sorry. And that I know you needed time, its just, you know me and waiting," Lorelai chuckled softly to herself.

"Listen," Luke said, "I've been miserable. And I was angry with you, for not being willing to wait. But I understand that part of being with you is living in the moment, and that I left you waiting for longer than you were willing. Everything was happening so fast and it just seemed that the only thing I had control over was us, but I took us for granted. I shouldn't have, but I did."

"We both made mistakes, huge mistakes. I am just glad that we can look past them and move on with our lives," Lorelai said smiling slightly.

"Me too."

"Does this mean…"'

"I still need time, but it means we are getting there." Lorelai let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Finally things were going in the right direction for them, and things had been going wrong for such a long time. Luke got up from the table and walked out of Westin's, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Logan's POV

Logan sat at his desk, trying to concentrate on his assignment, but it was becoming more and more difficult as the seconds ticked by. He had spent the whole night thinking about Rory, and hadn't gone to bed. So, after seven cups of coffee, he got off the couch and got ready for work, trying to push Rory from his mind. But it was impossible. So he had spent the last hour and half staring off into space and occasionally doing some work.

"Logan" Mitchum called from across the newsroom, "Can I talk to you for a minute."

"Sure" Logan said, getting up from his desk for the first time all day, and heading towards his dads office. His legs felt heavy with weariness and the short walk across the newsroom seemed to take longer than it should have, but he reached the office.
"Listen Logan," Mitchum began, "I am going to need you to take over Karl's story on the new play at Whitehall Theatre.

"Dad that's in two hours." Logan said looking at his watch. "I have plans tonight."

"Well cancel them. Karl called earlier and said he couldn't cover it, and we need the review for the paper."

"I can't break the plans I have, its really important."

"The paper comes first, we had an agreement, Logan, and you can't back out of this one."

"Well I have to. My plane leaves three hours for home."
"Home!" Mitchum yelled outraged. "Did you think that you were going to leave and not tell me?"

"No." Logan said, shacking his head

"Why do you need to leave in such a hurry anyway?"

"Family emergency" Logan said simply, not wanting to elaborate.

"Rory isn't family. And you can't just leave."

"She is everything to me, and if you can't see that then you don't know me. You never knew me, and you never will. Rory is my family, with the exception of Honor. I never wanted to be here in the first place, so far away, but I came anyway. I guess I thought if I went along this once that you'd leave me alone, but a few weeks here has told me differently. " With that Logan turned and headed for the door, leaving Mitchum in silence. It surprised him as much as Mitchum, the fact that over the last two years Rory really had become the family he never had. The thought made him smile to himself.