They were halfway to the airport where the helicopter was waiting to take them to New York and they had still not lost contact with each other. Whether it be Logan's right hand intertwining with Rory's left, or Rory's hand resting on Logan's left knee they didn't break contact for fear that if they did that the other would disappear into thin air. The reunion was a great surprise to Rory and she was still in a happy state of shock, it wasn't until they passed the first marker indicating the closeness of the airport that she decided to probe deeper into the consequences of Logan's return.
"So," Rory started, drawing circles on his knee with her hand, "what's going to happen now? With your job and everything?"
By the time Rory had finished, Logan had stopped at a stoplight, so he was able to turn to her to answer her question, "Well, the only thing that is really going to change is that I'll be here sooner than the summer. I'll still be living in New York of the time, but I'll be finding the time every chance I get to come New Haven and visit my alma mater, go bulldogs and all that," Logan smirked as the light turned green and resumed driving.
Rory feigned hurt, "When did I get regulated to being 'and all that'?"
"All that has some pretty big scope attached to it. All that, that's an impressive amount, all, you should feel privileged, blessed even."
"Priveleged? Blessed? How you managed to say all that with a straight face I'll never know. But seriously, even with your undying love of Yale, I don't think you should come back every chance you get."
Logan hands clutched the steering wheel harder, "What? Why? You don't want me to visit you or something?"
"Oh no, not that," Rory rubbed his thigh in an effort to calm him down, noticing that his hands were clutching the wheel harder than normal, "I was just thinking that instead of you always coming back here, that maybe you'd like for me to come to you. After all, it's not fair if only one of us is doing all the traveling, and I love New York, so I'll get something out of it too," Rory smiled.
"Well I'm glad that your sacrifice will not be all for naught. But I wouldn't want you disturbing your schedule or your studying to make the trip to New York, I want to come home, where you are."
"Sometimes I wouldn't mind getting away from school, from New Haven, sometimes even the most studious scholar needs a break. But I realize that you sometimes need the same things, so how about we just take turns, based on our schedules, and when it would be most prudent for either one of us to travel."
"You just want another opportunity to use Google calendar, don't you?"
"Don't mock my love of the google."
"Oh, I'd never be so brazen," Logan smirked as he made a turn, now just fifteen minutes away.
"On the subject of my brazenness, I was wondering what's going to happen after I graduate?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean with us? I mean I don't think I'll be finding much work in Stars Hollow or New Haven, so I was just wondering if I move to New York, what will happen with us?"
"I'm still not getting it. You want to move to New York, which I think will be a great move for your journalistic ambitions. I don't see how living in the same city as me will in anyway change our relationship in a negative way."
Rory sighed, "Okay, so I guess your subtlety detector is still in London, I was wondering if we would be living together when I move to New York after graduation." Logan smirked, "You know didn't you?" Logan gave her an innocent look and a shrug of his shoulders, "you knew that's what I was getting at and you let me fumble around my words like an idiot!"
"A very cute idiot," this earned a slap on his shoulder, "and to answer your question, I would very much like it if we resumed living together, it's been far too long."
"Good, because I kind of missed waking up to you every morning, except when you hog all the covers."
"I think you are mistaken. I was the one who routinely woke up without anything covering me. And that was all due to you."
"Without covers is different then waking up naked because during the night you got frisky and we ended up having sex."
"But still, me waking without covering was due to you."
"Are you saying I should try and stop that from happening when we start living together again?"
Logan looked at Rory briefly before turning his focus back on the road, "you know, I think there's something to be said for waking up kind of cold."
"That's what I thought," Rory said in triumph.
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They were stuck at a traffic light, five minutes away from the airport, when Rory decided to ask a question that was gnawing at her since Logan showed up at the apartment.
"That was quite the little speech you had back there in response to Paris."
"Yeah, a cute little tirade didn't you say?" Logan said trying to keep his tone light but failing miserably.
"I just said that because Paris was there. Did you really think that I would believe something like that?"
"I'll admit Rory, that there are still times when I get doubts. But, they aren't real, they are just reactionary. It's not like I really think that you believe I'd sleep with someone else, but that your tone and that pause caused some residual fear to spring. You know, you can tell a lot about a woman from the pauses. It's all about the pauses."
Rory laughed at the reference, "you said times when you still get doubts. What causes them? You know that I'd never do anything to jeopardize us. You know that right?"
"Yes, yes I do. I told you it is irrational and not based on anything. It's just left over feelings from our break up, but they are going away," Logan told her genuinely. Those reactionary outbursts where getting less and less frequent. He now believed that they were at a level of any normal man in love.
"Good, and you know Paris is just saying that because...well I'm not really sure why exactly. The best I can come up with is because she's Paris."
Logan turned to face Rory, stopping at a stop sign, "Hey, I don't care what Paris thinks of me, I can guess her opinion of me was never too high in the first place. As long as you don't think that of me, I'm good."
"You're not good. You're grrrrreat."
Logan laughed, "We got to get you to New York Ace. Too much time around these parts has caused you to lose your sense of humour."
Rory chuckled slightly and then turned more serious, "You know I was being truthful right? I really do think you are great."
"Yeah, I know," Logan told her as they pulled into the airport, "I think you're pretty great yourself, Tony the Tiger."
"Well, now that we've established our separate greatness, what do you say to proving our greatness as a couple when we get to New York," Rory said as the car pulled into the private Huntzberger parking spot.
Logan pulled the keys out of the ignition, unbuckled his seatbelt, turned to Rory, gave her his famous smirk and said: "I love New York."
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Author's Note: Another day, another chapter. Planning ahead with the story, I think it's going to end at 25 chapters with room for a sequel if demand warrants. As for the last chapter, you know, I had thought about them having a bigger fight over what Paris said, but I got to thinking how I could believably write Logan forgiving Rory if she pressed him too hard on it, and I decided against it. Anyway, happy reading! As always, reviews are appreciated.