Logan stepped off the tarmac and into the airport baggage claim. Being back in Hartford after so much time was bittersweet. There were so many memories, good and bad. He wasn't ready to think about it, he just wanted to get home and get some sleep.

Logan scanned the room looking for the sign with his name on it. He quickly located a giant poster board with "Mr. Huntzberger" scribbled on it in crayon. That's a fairly unorthodox way for a driver to greet somebody, he thought to himself. Before he had time to put two and two together, Logan grabbed his bags and approached the man holding the sign. "Excuse me sir," he said.

"How may I help you?" a man with an Australian accent asked, pulling the sign down to reveal his smirking face and the face of the man standing next to him.

"Finn? Colin? Men! What are you doing here?" Logan greeted his friends enthusiastically pulling each of them in for a manly hug.

"You didn't think we'd let your homecoming go uncelebrated did you?" Colin asked patting is buddy on the back.

"I should have known better," Logan agreed. "I guess this means I'm not getting any sleep tonight."

"Maybe a couple of hours mate, but only if you're not sleeping alone." Finn winked at his friend.

"And trust me; we won't let you go home alone," Colin promised.

"You can't have Rosemary though, tonight's the night she finally goes home with me," Finn said triumphantly.

"Does she know this?" Logan asked, laughing slightly.

"Not yet," Finn admitted.

"Man, I missed you guys," Logan said, smiling broadly. Maybe being home was going to be great after all.

"I can't believe you guys still hang out here," Logan told his friends as they approached the Pub.

"Best establishment at Yale," Finn told him.

"Yeah but you're not students anymore."

"So?" Colin asked

"You're officially the creepy old alumni that hit on all the college girls at the down town bars."

"So?" Finn asked, mimicking Colin.

Logan shook his head. "Never mind."

The three men walked into the bar. Logan looked around at all the decorations. "This is the best you could come up with?" he teased.

"What? It's a homecoming party on this, the day of your homecoming." Colin motioned to the football decorations hanging everywhere.

"The votes have been tallied and they've named you Homecoming King, mate," Finn announced, grabbing the plastic crown they had purchased off a nearby table.

"Now all you have to do is choose your Queen," Colin prompted.

"You guys are really something else, you know that?" Logan asked his best friends.

"Well, I'd offer to be your Queen but I just can't walk in the heels; so if you really feel that way about us, you'll have to choose Colin," The Australian man told him.

"Sorry Huntz, not a chance. I've got my eye on that bubbly blonde over there." Colin nodded his head in the direction of the bar where a blonde girl in a very short skirt and a "Yale" tank top stood, downing a shot.

"I got five hundred bucks says she's taken," Logan offered.

"Please, that's chump change; you know Colin's taste in women better than that," Finn admonished his friend.

"Well what can I say? My father's been trying to teach me responsibility and the value of a dollar and all that jazz," Logan admitted shamefully.

"Well we'll have to rectify that man. We'll start by helping you chose your Queen. Who do you like?" Colin asked.

"Maybe I should talk to some of them before I choose," Logan suggested.

"Oh no, this is bad. He is trying to be responsible," Finn said in a horrified voice. "He wants to choose a woman based on her personality."

"Well I know what will make any respectable man turn into the King of Cretins," Colin announced.

"And he's already a King tonight so he's half way there," Finn added.

"Let's get this man to the bar," Collin said.

"To the bar!" Finn cheered, raising a glass of beer.

"Where'd you get the beer Finn? We just walked in," Logan asked incredulously

"I have my ways, mate," Finn gave him a wink.

Several hours later, Logan sat at a booth talking to a brunette girl whose name he could not remember. She was rambling on about some trip to Tahiti but he wasn't paying much attention. It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying himself; on the contrary he was having the time of his life. It had been so long since he'd partied with his friends like this and he wanted to take in every sight and sound.

The girl stood up suddenly, "I'm going to get another drink. Do you want something…King Logan?" she bowed in jest.

"Sure, I'll take a refill," he said, swirling the ice around his almost empty glass. The girl walked away and as he looked towards the bar he could tell it would take her a while to get the drinks.

He sat back, taking in the scene before him. They'd had so many unforgettable nights here. This was probably one of his favorite places on earth. Sure there had been a few off nights, like the one with the folk singer. She had been quite bad, though he felt somewhat guilty about the way he had acted that night. At least he'd had a chance to send a round of apology drinks her way the next time he'd been there. What were the chances he'd run into her again? He laughed to himself at the irony but quickly stopped. The memory of the full night's events associated with that evening slowly came back to him. Logan's good mood began to fade away.

He had gotten to leave Omaha early and he should have been in a better mood as he pulled up to Rory's, but his father had dropped a bomb on him earlier that day and he was still reeling from the news. Hopefully his girlfriend would be able to cheer him up.

He pulled into the driveway expecting to surprise Rory but he suddenly realized he was the one getting the surprise. Rory was walking out of the house with another guy. He found his mood quickly worsening. Who did this punk think he was and what was Rory doing with him? Logan stopped the car and got out.

" Logan," Rory said. He was sure she sounded guilty. What was going on?

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked suspiciously.

"No. Hey! When did you get back?" she asked surprised.

"A couple of hours ago," he told her.

"Oh, I ah...I thought you were getting back tomorrow," her gaze shifted away from his.

"I thought I'd surprise you Ace," Logan forced a smile. What the hell was going on? A secret rendez-vous with another guy when he was supposed to be out of town? Rory couldn't possibly cheat on him but why the hell was she acting so guiltily?

"Well I'm glad you did because you get to meet my old friend Jess. This is Logan, my boyfriend Logan. This is Jess, he's in from out of town," Rory was clearly uncomfortable with the situation and Logan wondered what the deal was with this Jess guy. There was history there and Logan didn't like it.

"Wow, that sounded so grown up. We're at the age now where we say things like 'in from out of town' and 'old friend' because when you're young all your friends are new. You have to get old to have old friends." As far as Logan was concerned this "friendship" wasn't nearly old enough.

"How you doing?" Logan leaned over and offered Jess his hand in a way that was most definitely not friendly.

"Ok." Jess said with fake sincerity.

"We were just gonna go grab a bite to eat," Rory interjected.

"Great well how about if we all go together? Is that OK?" There was no way Logan was going to let Rory go off by herself with this guy.

"Ok by me," Jess replied flipply

"Good," Logan replied.

"Alright, good. We were actually at a loss for where to go so you actually saved us." Rory said, desperately trying to ease the tension.

"Call me Superman. Why don't you follow us?" Logan put his arm around Rory in a none to subtle way.

"Sure," Jess said.

"Great, come on," Logan led Rory to his car.

The ride to the Pub was completely silent. What was he supposed to say? He was jealous and angry and any words that came out of his mouth could only cause trouble.

Things didn't get any better when they reached the Pub though they were definitely a lot less quiet. Logan couldn't help himself. He hated this guy. He hated that he'd found him with Rory, hated that he'd dated Rory.

He couldn't help but wonder just how serious they had been as a couple. Were they in love? Did they sleep together? He didn't really want to know but he couldn't help the thoughts passing through his mind.

He'd finally gotten the best of Jess and the man stormed out of the Pub. Now Logan could be alone with Rory. Instead, she ran off following her ex and leaving Logan alone to stew in his jealousy and rage.

After sitting there alone for a minute Logan heard a vaguely familiar voice. He scanned the bar and found the folk singer from the other night. His anger lifted slightly as he took in the irony of it. This would be a good thing to tell Rory when she got back, a way to break the ice. He called the waitress over and asked her to bring a drink to the singer.

When Rory came back he tried to act nonchalantly. He just wanted the whole awful day to be over. All he wanted was to pretend none of it had ever happened; not Omaha, not his father, not the news of his impending doom, and definitely not Jess. Rory wouldn't let him forget though. She told him what an ass he'd been. What had she expected? That he would interrupt her secret date with her old boyfriend and act all buddy-buddy? Of course he was being as ass. He had a right to be an ass.

He couldn't take it anymore, he had to get out of there but Rory refused to leave with him. Logan threw some money down on the table and stormed out, he couldn't stand to look at her anymore. She was supposed to be his salvation from this awful day and instead she'd plunged the knife even deeper.

As Logan drove home the whole night kept playing in his head. It was awful, he'd never been that jealous before. Sure, he'd been jealous when Rory showed up to Finn's birthday with Robert but it had been nothing like this. That had been about six months ago and if he'd grown this attached since then he could only imagine how he'd feel about Rory in another six months when he was forced to leave her. Could he deal with that?

He'd left the state for two days and he came back to find her with another man. Sure, deep down he knew it was innocent but still, nothing had ever hurt so much. What would happen when he left the country for a whole year as his father had now told him he would have to do?

Logan felt himself falling in love with Rory Gilmore. In all honesty he'd probably been fallen for quite some time now but he wouldn't let himself admit it. He couldn't fall any harder; he couldn't take any more heart ache.

Perhaps it was best that they end it now. Perhaps if he just left it this way he could save himself the heart ache. So that was it then, it was over.

"Oh no, we've lost him." Logan heard Colin say as he immerged from his memory.

"What's the matter mate? You get turned down or something, because that's just not right. You're the King after all." Finn told him.

"What? Oh, no…What's 'er name just went to get a drink," Logan told his friends with a shrug and a nod of his head towards the bar.

"Then why so glum?" Finn asked.

"I'm not," he assured them.

"You sure? Because our man Finn here can do his Passion of the Christ for ya," Colin said, not so reassuringly.

"Oh god no!" Logan said, horrified. "I think it's just the jet-lag mixed with the scotch. I'm getting kind of tired."

"Logan Huntzberger does not get tired." Colin said in disbelief.

"He does now. Guess I'm getting old boys," Logan told them.

"Don't joke like that," Finn admonished his friend.

Logan smiled at his two best friends. "Seriously guys, this has been the best homecoming a man could ask for but I think it's time for the King to bow out."

"I'm disappointed in you Huntz," Colin shook his head at his friend. "You need a ride home?"

"From you guys?" Logan laughed. "I think I'll take a cab."

"Wise decision," Colin told him. "We'll walk you out."

Logan entered his new apartment, pushing aside boxes of his things and making his way to the bed room. He collapsed on the bed without even changing out of his clothes. As he lay there his thoughts returned to Rory. He knew this town would bring back memories of her. He'd made the biggest mistake of his life walking out on her that night. He thought he was making a clean break before he got too caught up in her but he was wrong; he'd already been too caught up.

Logan hadn't talked to Rory since that day. He tired to move on but he couldn't. He did everything in his power to avoid running into Rory because he knew it would be too painful. He'd avoided the Yale Daily News like the plague much to his father's dismay and he even stopped buying coffee at the coffee cart.

Logan had actually found himself looking forward to London, though he wouldn't admit it. Getting away from the memories would help him move on. And he had been right, it had helped. He still thought of Rory from time to time but there weren't constant reminders everywhere. Her memory remained buried most of the time and although she was always with him, it was a bearable ache instead of a heart crushing pain.

As Logan drifted off to sleep he found himself wondering where Rory Gilmore was. He wondered if she'd achieved her dreams and found happiness in her life. As Logan drifted off to sleep he wondered if he'd ever see her again.