Author Note: I do not own Gilmore Girls or any characters.

Logan's inner thoughts in italics.

February 2011

Logan scans over his newly-created Facebook page. His eyes stall over the silver silhouette next to his name, and he ponders what picture to put there.

It doesn't really matter. Almost no one will see this anyway.

He quickly chooses his professional headshot and moves on. He is prompted to choose friends, and he selects Colin, Finn, Stephanie, and Honor.

I have avoided Facebook forever. It just seems so stupid. I talk to everyone I want to talk to. But since I've been in London, the time difference has made it harder for me to keep in touch with them.

And Honor's right. This will be the easiest way to see new pictures of Aiden and Elizabeth.

The algorithm quickly identifies other people he knows, but he closes the page.

Better to keep it small.

But over the next few weeks, Logan is inundated with friend requests. Members of the Life and Death Brigade. Friends from different boarding schools. Girls he's dated.

In the end, he accepts them all.

And he has to admit that it's fun catching up with people he hasn't seen or even thought of in years.

Evan and Nicole are having a baby. I'm surprised they are the first to do this.

Seth is defending his thesis. I'm not surprised he's the first to do this.

Lauren is marrying someone else. Good for her.

Robert's girlfriend is nineteen. So he's still a douchey jackass.

One day over lunch, Logan opens his Facebook to find himself tagged in a photo from Lanny marked #ThrowbackThursday. Colin, Logan, and Rory are sitting on the couch in their dorm room laughing hard at something. Rory is almost sitting in his lap, and his arm is around her neck.

We look so young… and happy.

He has tried to put her out of his mind since he left New York, but suddenly that day in Madison Square Park is at the forefront of his mind.

"Logan is… a friend from Yale."

Yeah. A friend you dated for three years. A friend who's had sex with you in four different public places. A friend who asked you to marry him.

He inhales deeply, trying to let the bitterness go.

She's tagged in the photo as well, and he just can't resist. He opens her page.

It is marked as private, but the profile picture is clear as day. She looks gorgeous, and she's flanked on one side by Lorelei and Luke, and on the other side by Jess.

Even now, this many years later, Logan wants to punch the crooked smile off of Jess's face.

So I guess Jason is out of the picture.

Unless she tells him Jess is… a friend from high school.

She always wanted Jess. I guess it's finally happening.

God, why do I let her twist me up like this?

He closes the webpage and vows to stay away from Facebook for a while. Twitter is more my style anyway.

April 2011

Bobbi pokes her head into Logan's office and waits for him to finish his phone call. As soon as he hangs up, she barges in.

"You haven't RSVP'd to my Royal Wedding party," she chides.

"That's real? I… why?"

"Of course it's real. You don't understand because you're American, but we've been waiting for Kate and Wills to get married for ten years! Plus... I like to throw parties."

"Okay," he sighs. "It's this weekend?"

"Yes. Saturday. The wedding starts at eleven so come by around ten. We'll have food and drinks all day," she tells him.

"Ten in the morning?" he asks incredulously. "Why are they getting married so early?"

"That's the way the royals do it, love," Bobbi answers. "Now. Are you coming?"

"Sure. Why not?"

I've got nothing else to do.

"Are you bringing anyone?" she asks.

"Like a date? No. A party for the royal wedding is not how I would woo a woman, Bobbi," he says, smirking.

"Good. I have a couple of single girlfriends, and I don't want them to be the only ones."

"Bobbi. I do not want to be set up," Logan says sternly.

"Who's getting set up?" Will asks as he enters Logan's office.

"No one," Logan says.

"Right then. My sister's is in town for the weekend. I want you to meet her," Will says.

"You want your sister to date Logan?... But… I want my friend Sophia to date Logan," Bobbi says.

"No. I do not want my sister to date Logan. He's a whore. I just want him to meet her," Will says.

"Hey!" Logan cries. "I'm sitting right here. I am not a... And did you not hear me say that I didn't want to be set up? … I can actually get a date on my own, thanks. I'll be at this silly party. I'll meet everyone, but that's all I can guarantee."

That Saturday morning, Logan arrives at Bobbi and Harry's flat to great fanfare. She has gone all out in her decorations, and she escorts him into the living room for a mimosa.

"Wow. This is impressive," he tells her.

Bobbi's husband Harry comes over to greet him. "Can you believe we are having a party this big for something so stupid?" he says as he shakes Logan's hand.

They both look at Bobbi with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, sod off. It is going to be magical! Logan, come meet some of my friends," Bobbi says.

"Good luck, mate," Harry says as Bobbi drags Logan toward the crowd.

Logan spends the first hour meeting all of Bobbi's friends from university. He has to acknowledge there are attractive women here, and after a moment's hesitation, he is full-on Huntzberger. Confident, charming, snarky.

Just before the wedding actually starts, Bobbi pulls him aside. "Easy, tiger. We have all just turned thirty, and we're watching a wedding."

He laughs at her. "Didn't you want me to date one of them?"

"Yes, but not the tarts you're talking to. Sophia," she says motioning to a woman sitting on the couch. "She is my best mate."

"No. I'm not dating your best friend. That's just a disaster waiting to happen."

"But, she's the best!" Bobbi cries. "I'll stay out of it, I swear."

"You could no more stay out of it-"

"Logan!" Will says as he approaches. "How's it going?"

"Uh, good, man-"

"This is my sister, Melanie," Will interrupts. "Could you mind her while I grab some food?"

Will abruptly takes off with Bobbi huffing behind him. "I thought you didn't want him to date your sister…"

Logan and Melanie awkwardly smile at each other.

"So… I don't actually need minding," she says. "Been going to the loo by myself for twenty-five years."

Logan laughs out loud. "Good. I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to take you into the bathroom anyway."

"Really? Will says you've been known to take women into the bathroom. So just… not me?" She lifts an eyebrow.

Logan feels a blush creep up his face. "Not that… I don't make a habit of taking just any woman into the bathroom," he stutters. He knows Will is talking about the time Nick caught him and Rory exiting the bathroom of the Orchid Room all those years ago.

God. I will never live that down. And I don't want to think about her today.

Fuck. Now I'm going to spend the entire day irritated and... Just don't think about her. Stop. She's not a part of my life anymore. Stop.

"That was my girlfriend, and… I mean, you're really cute, and it's not that I wouldn't take you into the bathroom… But as a general rule… I don't… And I'm just going to shut up now."

Well there goes confident and charming.

Melanie bursts into laughter. "Relax. I'm just busting your balls. You're not my type, anyway. Too pretty. Too much hair product."

Logan smirks. "Please. I'm everyone's type. And this is just the right amount of hair product."

Will returns with a plate of food. "Why are you two smiling at each other like that? Don't smile at my sister, Logan."

The wedding is beginning, so they head back into the living room, where they can see the television. Melanie sits down on the couch, patting for Logan to sit beside her.

Everyone oohs and ahs over Prince William and Harry as they enter the Abbey in their military uniforms.

"Say hi to William and Harry for me."

Logan shakes his head, attempting to clear his thoughts, and sits down. He is trying hard to pay attention when Bobbi's friend, Sophia, sits down on his other side.

She introduces herself, joking about the wedding being an excuse to drink all day. Logan smiles, and he clinks his bottle against her champagne glass. He small-talks her for a while, finding her interesting, but not spark-inducing. They watch the procession together until Sophia asks a loaded question.

"What do you think about marriage?"

He pauses for a moment, turning his head back to the television as the wedding continues to unfold.

There was a time when I couldn't wait to get married. Now it's sure to be something that will be forced on me.

He chooses his words carefully. "I think… if you can find the right person… someone who you love and is your best friend, then marriage is a no-brainer."

He looks at Sophia, and she is…

I can see the fucking hearts in her eyes. Backtrack.

"On the other hand," he continues, "I personally can't imagine finding that person."

At least not a second time.

"So it's probably not in the cards for me." Logan finishes. Sophia is slowly nodding her head and shifting away from him. He turns back toward the television, and they watch the rest of the wedding silently.

Their traditional vows give him bizarre feelings of malcontent. I feel sick to my stomach. I gotta get out of here. I can't watch this beautiful dark-haired woman marry this blond man.

"I'm going to get another drink. Can I get anything for you?" he asks Sophia politely.

I don't want her to latch on, but I don't want her to hate me either… I don't what the fuck I want. I can't believe I am such a mess over this.

She shakes her head, and he jumps off the couch, grabbing another beer on his way onto the balcony.

He drinks alone for a while, trying to self-actualize why he is letting the wedding of Prince William bother him so much.

"Say hi to William and Harry for me."

But it's not even that. Being around all these single women is making me realize how much I have come to hate dating… and how much I actually like having a girlfriend.

I just have to stop comparing everyone to her. It's pathetic. So Sophia didn't make me want to rip her clothes off. Whatever. She's nice... and pretty… and… I have to stop waiting for another great love. It's not coming…

Melanie follows him outside a few minutes later and sits down next to him. "So what's your deal, Logan? Will says you're one of the most fun blokes he knows, but honestly, you seem kind of dour."

Logan actually laughs out loud. "I'm not. I like to think I am fun. Today's just a weird day, and I didn't expect it to be."

"Why?"

"Say hi to William and Harry for me."

"It's just weird, is all. I don't know. There are a bunch of single women in there watching a wedding…"

And probably none of them are more depressed about it than me.

"You wanna get out of here? Get a drink somewhere else?" Logan asks her.

"My brother specifically said not to shag you," she says, smiling.

"Well… then let's get Will and take him with us," Logan says.

"No. Let's leave him. That way if I decide to shag you, it won't be awkward," Melanie laughs.

She and Logan sneak out the door and head to a bar. She's loud, and funny, and definitely not his type.

When it's clear they won't be sleeping together, they invite Will to join them later for dinner, and they spend the rest of the evening drinking and laughing. He manages not to think about Rory anymore for the rest of the day, reminding him of the valuable lesson he learned in California years ago.

I can do this. I don't need a girlfriend. I just need to throw myself into my work. And cultivate real friendships with people like I had with John and Kevin. And then she'll go to the back of my mind.

Where she belongs.

November 2011

"Let's go over the numbers one more time," Steven says to Logan.

"Okay," he agrees, as Steven begins peppering him with the talking points of the profit and loss statement.

Bobbi and David sip their coffee as they silently watch the exchange.

When Steven is done, Bobbi chimes in. "You've got this, Logan. There's no way your father can say no. It just makes financial sense, and it is an infinitely more efficient business model."

"I know. But you don't know my father like I do. If he senses any weakness…"

"He won't," Steven assures him. "You are going to blow him away."

"You're right," Logan says, hoping to sound more confident than he feels.

I know this is a good move, but Mitchum will be hesitant to let me have any control.

And they are all depending on me.

He drains his cup of coffee, stands up, and walks out of his office. He heads straight into the conference room to wait on his father. While he waits, he runs through his talking points one final time.

I've got to nail this. Mitchum can't hold me down forever.

Twenty-three minutes later, Mitchum saunters in.

"Son," he booms. "I understand you have something you want to discuss with me."

"Dad. Sit. How was your flight?"

"Fine. Caught up on a lot of reading. Our publications are really coming back around. Got some good reporting going on out there. Do you miss writing? Maybe I should put you back in the field for a while."

"Um… Actually Dad, that's what I want to talk to you about. My place here in the company... It's not in writing anymore. All of my work at HPG… actually all of my work since I graduated has been in digital media. I've worked on acquisition of websites and web content, and you know that I'm good at it. So I do have a proposition for you," Logan says confidently.

Mitchum raises his eyebrows and motions for Logan to continue.

Logan hands his father a bound proposal. "Let's open to page one."

His father is still staring incredulously at him.

I'm serious, asshole. Open to page one.

"What you'll find here is the amount of revenue that HPG brings in in the digital marketplace, broken down by format- social media, literary webpages, and publication webpages."

Mitchum finally glances down at his dossier, and Logan continues.

"The second graph is what's available in the market. If you compare the two, you'll see that HPG is leaving a lot of money on the table. Okay, go to the next page… Here is an outline of what I think HPG is capable of: better social media including facebook, twitter, tumblr, youtube, and linkedin. Better webpages for our authors and for our dailies. These are accompanied by the estimates of revenue I believe we could gain from each."

Mitchum turns toward the table and scoots his chair a little closer.

Finally. I should not be surprised that the money is making him pay attention.

"Next five pages. These are graphs of predicted growth for users of each of these platforms projected over the next ten years. Face it, Dad. Digital media is the future. Print will be gone in fifty years."

"Okay. This is all fine and good. What exactly are you proposing?" Mitchum asks.

"I think it's time to take advantage of the opening here. I propose a new subsidiary of Huntzberger Publishing: Huntzberger Digital Media."

Mitchum frowns. "And how would this work? How is it different from what you're already doing?"

This is it. Leave it all on the table.

"We would become a completely separate entity from the print division. But all under the HPG umbrella of course. We would focus exclusively on our web presence as well as acquiring and opening new platforms. I would need to hire staff for specific duties."

Mitchum smirks. "And who would these people be?"

"Next page. Steven Murphy. Defacto CFO. This is his resume."

"Didn't he used to be your secretary?" Mitchum smirks again.

"Yes. So I know first-hand how organized and attentive to detail he is. He has a degree in finance from Oxford. He'll be in charge of the actual running of the business. Next page. Bobbi Lyle."

"Oh. Legs. I see why you want her," Mitchum says.

"Dad, come on… Bobbi will be the VP in charge of client development. She'll oversee authors connecting with fans on twitter. She'll help nurture youtube pages and tumblr blogs for internet personalities," Logan says.

"Internet personalities?" Mitchum asks skeptically.

"Yes. You have no idea how much these kids are raking in with advertisers. They need agents and managers, and that's where Bobbi will come in. Will Keating is going to work with her recruiting the talent.

Next page. David Smith. This is his resume. He's been with HPG for twelve years. VP in charge of IT and data collection. Basically, he will be overseeing all the technical work.

Next is Aruv Patel. In-house legal. This is his resume.

They all have existing staff under them that will fill in their teams, so new hirings will be minimal.

With the exception of Aruv, these are all current, long-term HPG employees who are not asking for raises. If you flip to the next page, you'll see the line where we anticipate we will start increasing revenue. At this point, we'll start a profit sharing plan, which is outlined on the next page."

Mitchum leans back in his chair and studies Logan silently for a moment.

"And where do you fit into this?" he finally asks.

"CEO. I'll be overseeing it all. Similar to what you do for HPG."

Mitchum continues to stare him down. "You think you can do what I do?"

Even better than you do. Because I'm not a total dick.

"Dad, I could never do what you do." Logan says, stroking Mitchum's ego. "This is a much smaller scale. And I've learned so much watching you through the years. I know I can do this. I'm passionate about it. I really think this is the way to take HPG into the future."

"You understand this means sixty hour weeks. Constant availability. Total responsibility. The buck stops with you."

"I understand. And I'm up for the challenge."

"I have to say, I'm impressed with your presentation. I want a week to look through this and have legal look into the contracting. You'll hear from me," Mitchum says, standing.

"I appreciate that," Logan replies and shakes his father's hand.

Once Mitchum is gone, his team moves in.

Among the cacophony of questions, Logan smiles.

I've got him. This is going to happen. I'm going to be CEO of Huntzberger Digital Media.

He admonishes his partners to relax; Mitchum has asked for time, and they can't get ahead of themselves.

But they all grin at each other, unable to contain their excitement.

When Mitchum delivers the good news three days later, Logan takes them all out for drinks.

I can't remember the last time I was this happy.

I don't need her to make me happy. I can do this for myself.

As they all take shots together, Logan vows to remember this feeling… and how he obtained it.

Hard work, good friends, besting Mitchum.

Not Rory.

A/N: I know Logan's work is not as fun as his personal life, but he somehow has to become the successful workaholic we see in AYITL. We'll get back to his sex life in 2012!