It's done! Hope you like the Lit fluff, this fic has been pretty dismal for major parts of it, so it deserved a happy ending. Thank you for reading, and those who reviewed, I am grateful. Let me know how you like the end.

-socatherine

Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we're in love every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

-Jason Mraz, Lucky

Rory breathed in a huge breath of fresh air, and got out of bed, trying not to disturb him. She walked to the kitchen and got herself a cup of coffee that she guessed Matt had already brewed, and made her way to the balcony, her favorite spot in this interesting city. The day was crisp and bright, with no clouds in the sky. She liked this city. It was his home, which automatically made it her home as well.

Funny how things work out.

A year ago, she had sent a desparate invitation to her graduation to Jess. A year ago, her life was in shambles.

Funny how things change.

She smiled, and took a sip of coffee. She liked how, in the early morning, Philly was asleep and all was peaceful, something that reminded her of Stars Hollow. She grabbed the Philedelphia Inquirer she had fetched from the kitchen, and opened to his column.

It had surprised her when he told her that he was writing a biweekly human intrest columnfor the paper on the side of his novels, because he said that it was her that inspired him to open up and write for the masses.

Second (and third and fourth) Chances by Jess Mariano, resident silent guy.

"I came to Philedelphia because I was in a bind. Had no money, had no ambition. I was just a pathetic nineteen-year-old kid that picked this stop on the bus because it was the farthest I could come with my fare money.

I stepped off the bus, and lo and behold, and my eyes caught a bookstore. I don't know if it was God or just by chance, but before I knew it, I was in there day in and day out, reading everything I could get my hands on. Everything. Novels, short stories, dictionaries, hell, even poems. And one day, I read something that changed my life, and I basically owe my life to it: Pablo Neruda's poem called Absense.

I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling

Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.

My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.

And it reminded me of her. Shit, this poem was written about her.

I had spent years trying to forget her. Forget her eyes, forget her smile, forget how beautiful she was when she wasn't wearing make-up, forget her was my kryptonite, my mortal enemy but my one passion in this life all at the same time. In that moment, I knew I had to do something with my life, and something that could win her back. So I did.

I wrote The Subsect in a moleskin notebook she gave me. I wrote Fire's Glory after we made love for the first time.

So let the wind blow us
To wherever it says
We are supposed to go
So let the wind blow us
To wherever it says
We are supposed to go

She is my inspiration. And she is all I need.

(Turn around baby.)"

Rory slowly turned her head, and then gasped. He was on one knee, had bed hair, and holding the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. She automatically compared it to Logan's ring, and giggled. So much better. Everything he did was better. He was mine.

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You're the one I want to wake up to in the morning and you're the one I want to kiss goodnight. You're my best friend. You understand me. You know when I need to be left alone, and you know when I need company. I've wanted to this for so long, but this morning is perfect. Rory Gilmore, will you marry me?"

Rory, crossing her arms, grinned, and said "What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?" and lept into his arms.

"This is the best day of my life, Rory." He wispered into her ear, and she couldn't help but kiss him.

So I'm wondering if I should keep writing Jess' column….thoughts anyone? Anywho, thanks for reading, and reviewing.