A soft shuffling sound woke Rory and she immediately looked at the clock, then to the other side of the bed to find it empty.

"Logan?" she called hoarsely.

"I'm here Ace."

"Why are you up at 4:00 am?" she asked.

"I've got to go to a meeting. Go back to sleep."

"Why are you having a meeting at 4 am?" She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes.

"Video conference with the London office."

"Oh. I'm sorry I forgot." She yawned and laid back down in the bed.

"You didn't forget about it, I just found out about it 30 minutes ago."

"Mitchum couldn't give you 6 whole hours of notice?" she asked sarcastically.

"Apparently not. Go back to sleep Ace. I'll see you tonight."

"Kay," she yawned. "Love you."

"I love you too."

She woke again at 9:00 to the smell of brewing coffee. "Logan?" she called wondering if he had come home for some reason.

There was no answer. She slid out of bed and pulled her robe on before padding out to the kitchen. Logan must have set the timer on the coffee pot because it had just finished brewing a fresh pot. She poured herself a steaming mug and sat down at the counter to read the morning paper.

Before she was even half way through the first section her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered when she finally dug it out of her purse.

"Rory?"

"Yes Grandma."

"I wanted to go over the final details for the DAR dinner tonight," her grandmother explained.

"We went over the details yesterday afternoon."

"I know, but-"

"Grandma, I've been planning DAR events for the last two years, I know how they work and what needs to be done. We don't need to go over every one a thousand times."

"Well if the event turns out poorly that reflects on me," Emily said sharply.

"Have any of my events ever turned out poorly?"

"That Russian Tea," Emily reminded her.

"That turned out poorly because you decided to yell at me in the middle of the event, not because of any planning on my part."

"Don't take that tone with me young lady."

"Grandma do you have a specific concern about the event? If so I'm happy to address it, but if not, then I'll see you there tonight."

"Do you have a plan for the unexpected guests that always seem to turn up?" Emily asked hoping to catch her off guard.

"Well the Huntzbergers already RSVP'd and they're usually the ones that turn up last minute, but yes I do. I have an extra table ready to be rolled out at a moments notice to be placed in the center of the room, so as to displace no one else."

"Well," Emily started with a huff, "I suppose you've got it all covered."

"I do. I'll see you tonight Grandma."

"Goodbye." The phone clicked off.

"Well goodbye to you too Grandma," Rory said to the severed connection. She sighed and grabbed a tablet from the corner to begin her to do list. She wrote To Do neatly at the top of the page, then stared at it trying to figure out where to start. She wondered how on Earth she got here instead of to What Might Have Been. Looking back, it seemed like one minute everything was perfect, and the next everything had turned to crap. She was supposed to be a foreign correspondent, not a trophy wife – well not wife, she and Logan weren't married, but trophy girlfriend.

The majority of the reason Logan's parents didn't like her was because she wanted to have her own career, she didn't have that now, and they still didn't like her. Get new life she wrote on the list, then added a bunch of things she actually needed to accomplish. She glanced up at the clock on the wall to see that it was almost 10, she needed to get in the shower before the phone calls from all the vendors started coming in, other wise she'd never get a shower. She took her last swallow of coffee and headed to the shower.

The event started at 8:00, and Rory needed to be there by 6:30 to start letting the staff in, so around 5:00 she began getting ready, blowing out her hair and putting it up just so. She was just slipping into her dress when she heard Logan arrive home right before 6:00.

"Ace?" he called.

"In the bedroom," she called back. She heard him drop his keys on the table by the door and set his briefcase down next to the couch, his footsteps growing louder as he neared.

"You look nice, what do you have going on tonight?"

"Logan!" she exclaimed, "the DAR dinner."

"That's tonight?" he asked.

"Yes that's tonight."

"Do I have to go?" he asked.

"Yes Logan you have to go. I put this on your calendar weeks ago."

"But I'm supposed to meet Colin and Finn for drinks, I just came home to change my clothes. I've been in this suit for 16 hours now and it's driving me crazy."

"You have to go to this dinner," she told him sharply.

"You know what, I am sick and tired of being told what I have to do. I get enough of it from my dad, I don't need it from you too," Logan shouted.

Rory just stared at him. "Well you know what, so am I," she finally shouted back. "But you can't always get what you want."

"Thank you Mick Jagger," he retorted snidely.

She shot him a death glare but he didn't budge.

"I'm having drinks with Colin and Finn."

"I have to go," she said slipping her feet into her matching Manolos. "How about a compromise?" she suggested as she walked toward the door.

"What'd you have in mind?"

"A quick drink with Colin and Finn before the dinner, and a promise to schedule less of these society things on the calendar in the future," she offered.

"How about a quick drink tonight, and a boys trip to Vegas in the near future," he countered.

"Only if I get a girls trip to LA," she countered back.

"Done," he said sticking out his hand to shake on it. She took his hand and shook it. "So what time do I need to be there?"

"8:00, in your tux," she called to him over her shoulder.

"My tux," he moaned.

"Sor-ry!" she called back.

The event went off without a hitch. There weren't even any last minute guests. Soon it was 11:00 and she was saying goodnight to people as they left.

"Rory, lovely party."

"Thanks Grandpa," she replied hugging Richard before he left.

"It turned out okay," Emily said from behind him.

"Well I know it's not nearly as good as one of your parties Grandma, but I'm getting there," she said placating her grandmother. She hugged her goodbye as well, and continued on to bid farewell to the next guest.

"Excuse," she heard Logan's voice from behind the couple she was saying goodbye to, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I have a quick word with my girlfriend?"

"Of course," the older woman said with a smile, blushing slightly when Logan winked at her.

"Hey Logan."

"Are you almost done here?" he asked.

"I've probably got another hour, I have to supervise the cleanup crew," she explained.

"Well I'm going to head home."

"Okay. I'll see you there," she said leaning in so he could kiss her cheek.

"I'll be waiting," he whispered in her ear.

By the time Rory unlocked the door to their apartment it was well after midnight. She really wanted to talk to Logan, but she figured after his early morning meeting, he'd be sound asleep. She pushed the door open, surprised to find the lights on and the smell of fresh brewed coffee filling the air.

"Logan?" She waited for a moment, but didn't get an answer. She toed off her shoes and walked into the living room to find Logan asleep on the couch with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. "Logan," she said again more softly, as she reached out and gently shook his arm.

"Mmmm," he groaned. "Ace?"

"I'm home. I didn't want to wake you, but I know your back will be killing you tomorrow if you spend all night on this couch."

"S'okay," he mumbled. "I wanted to talk to you anyhow. Why don't you go get a cup of coffee?"

"Okay," she said leerily. She poured a steaming cup of the nectar of the gods into her favorite Yale mug and went to take a seat next to him on the couch. "So, what's on your mind Huntzberger?"

"You," he said simply.

"What about me?" she asked.

"You're not happy. I don't like it."

"What are you talking about Logan?"

"All you do is work at the DAR and plan functions for various charities, you're miserable."

"I am not," she retorted indignantly.

"Yes you are. You don't talk to Paris anymore, you don't talk to Lane, and you hardly speak to your mother."

"So what? People change they get new friends."

"Rory the ladies in the DAR aren't your friends!" Logan exclaimed. "You also don't read the newspaper with a red pen in hand anymore. Hell you hardly read the newspaper anymore. You're not the girl I used to know."

"Well you're not the guy I used to know either."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You kowtow to your father's every whim! You go along with him even when you disagree! And I do read the newspaper. Every day!" she said trying to defend herself.

"You used to want to do more than read the newspaper."

"Yeah, well, 'I don't have it'."

"My father was so wrong Ace, but by quitting school and not writing anymore, you're just proving him right. I hate it when my father is right."

"Then what do you want Logan? Do you want to break up?" she asked, her eyes filling with tears.

"No! I love you. And you and I, we're good. I just miss the old Rory."

"Sometimes I do to," she said quietly. "What can I do Logan?"

"Go back to school. Finish your degree, take the journalism world by storm, and prove my father wrong!"

"What if Yale won't let me come back?"

"They will."

"What about the old Logan?" she asked.

"He's going to make a comeback too. Now it's late, and we both have big days ahead of us tomorrow, so lets go to bed."

He stood up and extended his hand to her, she took it and he led her to the bedroom.

"Logan?" she started tentatively.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

AN: This one was hard to write. I love Logan and I'm a huge Rogan fan, but I honestly had a hard time figuring out where Rory would be if she and Logan never broke up the first time. That seemed to be the catalyst that got her back into Yale and back on good terms with her mom.

Anyhow – I don't own any of it. Please review and let me know what you think.

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