Author Note: Thank you guys so much for reading and reviewing. I know I have fallen off with my replies. I promise to do better. As always, Logan's inner thoughts in italics.

All characters belong to Gilmore Girls.

January 2013

Logan waits in line in the food court at JFK on January 2nd, 2013. His head is pounding, and his vision is bleary.

I'm getting old. I didn't even do any drugs last night to justify how shitty I feel right now.

Maybe it's not age. Maybe I just work hard now and party less, so I can't hang with Robert and Finn anymore.

That's it. I'm just really good at my job.

He scans the menu on the wall in front of him and remembers some solid advice he got once.

"I need three tacos and a large Coke. Please."

As he sits to eat, he thinks about the upcoming year. He has never made resolutions. Never. But lately he's felt like he's been spinning his wheels.

Maybe I should set some goals. At least contemplate what I want out of life.

Work-wise… things are going great. I would love to keep expanding, maybe into Western Europe. And I would like to give all my people raises...

With my friends… I want to do a better job at keeping in touch with them. Especially now that Colin and Steph are pregnant. I should know their kid. And I'm not feeling as close to Finn as I used to. Without sharing our lives, we don't have much in common anymore. I'm going to fix that. We've been friends for too long to drift like this...

And my friends in London… At least once a month, I have to say yes when one of them asks me to do something. Work functions don't count. All work and no play has made me boring...

Family… I want to come home more. The kids are getting so big already, and I'm missing so much. I will let Honor and Josh visit me whenever they ask. No more excuses...

And I guess… on that front… I know I want a family of my own someday. I'm about to be 31, and I haven't been in a real relationship in… God. Almost four years. I need to work on that. Date women of quality. Stop sleeping with randoms…

Figure out if the problem is… me.

And I want to finally compete in a triathalon.

He finishes his tacos and drains his Coke. His head does feel better.

She always knew what she was talking about.

Two weeks later, Bobbi waddles into his office. "Can I sit?"

"Of course. How are you feeling?" he asks her.

"So tired," she says. "It's hard to sleep when I'm this big. And even if I was asleep, I'm getting up five times a night to go to the loo... But I wanted to review my agendas for the next few months while I'm on maternity leave. Will has everything covered, but I wanted to make sure you didn't have any other questions."

"No. I think we're all set. This will be a big test for Will. He's great with the talent, but can he run the business?"

Bobbi smiles. "He'll be fine. And I'm only planning to be away for four months unless something goes horribly wrong."

"Take as long as you need. I'm sure Will will be fine, and I'll be right on top of it," Logan reassures her.

"I'll probably want to come back sooner. The thought of being home so long… Anyway, what else do you need?"

Logan pauses for a moment. Just ask her. Yes, she's your colleague, but after all these years, she's your friend too.

"Can I ask you a personal question? About me?" he begins.

"Er… sure."

"Since I've been back in London… And it's been a few years… I haven't really dated anyone seriously."

"Well- do you want to date someone seriously?" she asks incredulously.

"Of course. If it's the right person. But… what I wanted to ask is… Do you think there is a reason why? Do you think it's something I give off? What I mean is-"

"Logan, you imbecile. I know what you're asking. If word was out that you wanted something other than a shag, women would be queuing up for a chance with you. But that's not how you act."

What? Am I back to being the asshole I was before Rory? When did that happen?

"Well… I'm ready. I think. I've been buried in the company for two years, and I need something different."

"Ooh," Bobbi squeals. "Let me set you up. Please."

He rolls his eyes, but smiles.

"Do you have a type, or…" she asks.

Yes. Witty. Intelligent. Blue eyes and freckles.

"Nope. I'm open to anyone."

"Let me think on it. I'll come back- oh, I know the perfect girl. I met her in prenatal yoga."

Woah. I want to be open-minded, but…

"She's pregnant?" he asks.

"Oh, no, no, no. Sorry. The instructor. She's a little young, but such a doll. Can I give her your number?" she asks.

I guess this is what I have to do.

"Yes. Let's do this."

One week later, Logan meets Sienna for dinner. He approaches her outside the main door, knowing who she is from the selfie she had sent earlier that day.

He calls her name and as she turns toward him and smiles, he feels an instant attraction.

Off to the right start.

Logan likes her. She's young, only twenty-four, but she's grounded and interesting.

Mid-way through the meal, he pauses to look at her side of the table. She has ordered a wedge salad, dressing on the side, and an ice water with a cucumber slice.

He tries to ignore it, but he finally has to ask. "That's not all you're going to eat, is it?"

"Actually, yes. I'm teaching hot yoga at 5:30 in the morning, and I have to be very careful about any toxins going in my body right now."

He nods in understanding. That sounds legit. "Hot yoga? What's that all about?"

Dinner flies by, and he offers to walk her home. "Can I see you again?" he asks when they reach her walk-up.

"I would love that. I'll plan the next date." Sienna kisses him on the cheek and then turns to head inside.

The next few weeks are filled with all kinds of athletic dates: rock climbing, bike rides, even yoga. He likes her a lot. She's fun, she's a great kisser, and he's never been in better shape. But one thing niggles at him, no matter how hard he tries to push past it.

She eats like a rabbit. She never puts anything into her mouth without reading the labels. I know I shouldn't let it bother me, but it does.

I don't think she has a problem. She's so healthy, she has to eat more when I'm not around. I just love to eat out. I love trying new food. I love wine. It's really limiting on my interactions with her.

But that's stupid. I can't stop seeing her because we have different eating habits.

So he soldiers on, kayaking and paddle boarding his way through the relationship.

One night, he leaves work late and calls Sienna to see if he can stop by her place on the way home. He's been busy, and he hasn't spoken to her in days. She quickly agrees, so he picks up Chinese takeout for them both on the way to her flat.

When she lets him in the door, he kisses her on the lips and heads to the kitchen to drop the food down on the table.

"I don't know what you like, so I just got a little of everything," he says, pulling boxes out of the brown paper bag.

"Oh, I wish I'd've known," she says. "I already ate before you got here."

"No problem," Logan says, trying to keep his disappointment in check. It's just food. It's not a big deal. "Is it okay if I eat?"

"Of course. Go ahead. I want to show you that article about meditation I was telling you about. Let me just go grab it from my room," she says, leaving him alone in the kitchen.

He's starving so he digs in, only pausing to look for the packets of soy sauce that are nowhere to be found.

Maybe there's some in her refrigerator.

He opens the door to find several condiments, a bag of rice cakes, and a blender full of green smoothie.

"What are you looking for?" she asks as she re-enters the kitchen, handing him a magazine.

"Soy sauce," he says quietly.

"Ooh. Sorry. I don't use that."

He sits down to finish his meal, trying to concentrate on the article she gave him.

She doesn't eat real food. How can I keep going out with her?

May 2013

Logan gets out of a cab at Katherine's flat in Camden. After a month of wooing her, this is their fifth official date, and she's giving off the vibe that tonight is the night.

He feels like a teenager. He hasn't had sex in a while, and he likes this girl.

She's a columnist for Marie Claire UK, and while he is not her intended audience, she is such a gifted writer that he finds himself reading anything he finds of hers online. He had forgotten how attractive he found someone who could move him with written words.

She opens the door with a huge smile on her face. "Hi," she coos as he walks into her flat and hands her a bottle of wine. "Thank you. This will be perfect."

"Smells great in here. What are you cooking?" he asks.

"I'm not great in the kitchen, but my mum is. She walked me through this, and I hope it will be good. It's a typical English meal for my American boyfriend."

Boyfriend?

His face must register surprise because Katherine quickly backtracks. "Not 'boyfriend', just the bloke I'm-"

"Katherine. It's fine," he interrupts pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "Tell me about this English meal…"

After they finish eating, they head to the couch with the rest of the wine, and Logan makes his move. After a few minutes, she stands up and pulls him towards her bedroom.

"Are you sure?" Logan asks.

"Yes. Come on."

Things escalate quickly, and Logan tries to mentally slow down. The first time is important. I don't want to rush.

But Katherine obviously has other ideas as she skips the foreplay and pulls him on top of her, quickly sliding a condom on him. He is inside her before he realizes it's happening.

Yeah. This'll work too.

He slowly begins to move, trying to figure out his pacing from her, but she's not giving him much to work with. Her eyes are closed, and she is silent.

"You okay?" he whispers.

She murmurs "Um-hm."

Alright. I'll just keep doing what I'm doing. Works for me.

But he quickly finds that it's not working for him. I need her to participate.

"Do you wanna… switch up? Or…"

"No. It's great," she says. "Keep going."

A few minutes later, her mouth falls open, and he has to assume she's coming. Unless she's faking it. Is she faking?

Her eyes finally open, and she smiles at him. He finishes too and rolls off of her.

She cuddles up and whispers "Wow."

Um, no. That was… awkward.

But it's the first time. It's bound to be awkward until we figure each other out. No big deal.

"Yeah," he agrees.

He tries again the next morning, but she brushes off his advances. Maybe it was terrible for her too, and she doesn't want a repeat performance. I'm just going to have actually 'wow' her next time.

A few days later, Katherine meets him and several of his co-workers at the pub under his office for happy hour. After a pint, she whispers "Let's go home." into his ear.

She doesn't need to tell me twice. I've got to prove to her that I'm better in bed than what happened last weekend.

When they get to his flat, she again rushes through the foreplay. But this time, he deliberately slows her down. He leads her up the stairs and lays her down on his bed. He slowly takes off her clothes and kisses down her collarbone towards her breast. She is starting to squirm slightly underneath him.

Better.

After a moment, he leaves her breasts and kisses down her stomach towards her pelvis. When he places an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh, she twitches so hard that she actually sits up.

"You okay?" he asks, smirking.

"No, Logan… I don't…"

Oh, shit. She's serious. That wasn't good squirming.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to-" he begins.

"No, I'm sorry. I just… I don't do that," Katherine explains.

He is slightly confused, so he asks for clarification. "You don't do what?"

She is now blushing furiously. "Oral sex. I don't do that."

What the…

"Oh."

"Is that a problem?" she asks quietly.

"No. Of course not. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Logan reassures her.

She smiles brightly and pulls him back down onto her. "Good. Because we can do this." She quickly pulls him inside her and closes her eyes.

Okay. Silent missionary is what she's comfortable with. I have to respect that.

He moves against her, trying to follow her cues, but… it's hard when she's just lying here.

And I'm not getting a blow job in the near future. Fuck. I'm going to miss that.

His mind is drifting, and his libido is slipping.

What if I can't come? Can I fake it? Won't she know? I just need to… think about something sexy.

Suddenly, before he can even stop the memory, he thinks about the best blow job he ever had.

He and Rory had been at the house in Martha's Vineyard for Labor Day weekend 2005. They had been innocently kissing on the back deck while the fireworks went off over their heads. Out of nowhere, Rory had unbuttoned his jeans and gone down on him.

She was just… constantly surprising me. She made me moan so loud out there, I'm sure everyone on the beach could hear me over the boom of the fireworks. And the way she would use her tongue to-

He groans as he suddenly comes into Katherine.

Shit. Did she…

He shakes his head attempting to focus on the girl he is actually having sex with. She is smiling and her eyes are open wide. So she must have come.

She snuggles against him, soon drifting off to sleep.

But Logan is awake for a while thinking through his dilemma. I wonder what the deal is. I don't want to be insensitive if there is some issue. Maybe she'll talk to me about it.

Of course everyone has their own comfort level with stuff. But I'm not talking threesomes… or anal… or anything that out of the norm.

I just really like oral sex. Both ways.

I'm going to constantly be thinking of Rory again… That will be great for me.

But man… she gave the best blow jobs.

Am I shallow enough that I would break up with a girl I really like because the sex is just meh?

No. I'm not going to be that shallow. I'll just keep working at it. And it's not the most important part of a relationship anyway.

Fuck…

Three weeks later, he and Katherine are making the rounds at an Oxfam benefit.

"Can we step outside for a minute?" she asks.

"Yeah, sure," he says grabbing two glasses of wine as he leads her out of the ballroom. "You hanging in there?" he teases.

"Yes. But you just know… everyone. It's exhausting."

He sighs. "Life of a Huntzberger. Or I guess dating a Huntzberger. You're doing great."

"Logan."

He looks up to see Odette Marchand on the patio, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey! I thought you were going to quit those," he chastises.

"I know, I know. It's these events. Smoking is an excellent reason to duck outside," Odette says.

"Odette, this is Katherine James. She's a writer at Marie Claire. This is Odette Marchand. Her father is on the board with me at Huntzberger."

Katherine drops his hand in order to shake Odette's. They smile at each other and make some small talk, before Katherine sees her editor and heads back inside.

"She's nice," Odette says after Katherine is gone.

"She is."

"How long have you been seeing her?"

"Um," Logan pauses, thinking. "A few months."

Odette eyes him suspiciously. "What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing. She's great."

Odette continues to stare him down.

"Really," he insists.

Her eyebrows raise.

Logan looks down at his shoes, then reconnects with Odette's gaze. "We're a little incompatible… the chemistry is not…"

"What do you mean? How?"

"I'm not gonna…" Logan trails off. "It's not your business."

"Fair enough. Maybe it will get better. If you really like her."

"Yeah, I do. And it will. I shouldn't have even said anything. I'm going to go find her. You want to come back inside?" he asks her.

"No. Cigarette," she says, pulling it up and inhaling.

Logan smiles and turns to leave. Three steps away, he pivots back toward her.

She laughs. "Are you doing everything you should be doing?"

"I would love to do anything she would let me. But she doesn't want me to do anything. It's like... she's only doing it to get it over with as quickly as possible. And she won't talk about it. I've been trying for weeks."

Oh my God. Shut up. This is not something I should be talking to her about.

But he can't stop now that his confession is flowing. "Is it me? Is she not attracted to me? That's stupid. Of course she's attracted to me. What do you think?"

Odette rolls her eyes in response.

"I can't believe I'm talking to you about this. We're not even… Are we friends?" he asks.

"No. We are definitely not friends. But I will say… Maybe you should keep trying to talk to her about it. Instead of pretending it's no big deal. Because sex is a big deal," Odette tells him.

"Yeah, I know... I'm going to head in. I guess I'll see you at the next one of these things?" he asks.

"Probably. See you in a few months."

He smiles, and heads back in to find Katherine. He spots her, sneaks up, and pulls her away out into the hallway. He kisses her deep, surprising her.

"Logan!" she squeals. "What are you doing? Your parents are in the other room."

"That's what makes it hot, right?" he asks with a smile.

"Come on, babe. We can't… we can't do this here."

Logan sighs, louder than he intends.

"Don't be mad," she pleads.

"I'm not… mad. Just… You're attracted to me, right?"

Wow. I sound really unconfident. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Of course. Why would you even ask me that?" she asks incredulously.

"You don't seem to really enjoy… physical interaction with me."

"Is this because I don't give blow-jobs? You said that wasn't a big deal," she reminds him.

Am I being an asshole?

"No, it's not about that," he lies. "I'm sorry. Let's just go back in, get through the raffle, and then we'll go. Sound good?"

"Yes," she says smiling. "You're sure we're okay?"

He nods, and she kisses him sweetly.

Later that night, he fantasizes about Rory again while he sleeps with Katherine. This is becoming a recurring theme.

I never had to question if she was attracted to me. At the beginning, she pulled me away from her grandparent's vow renewal just to show me how much she wanted me.

His mind wanders to what he wishes would have happened that night if Lorelei hadn't walked in. He feels guilty when he comes, and he begins to wonder how long he can keep this up.

She doesn't like sex. How can I keep going out with her?

August 2013

"I'll hit the bar. You scope out a good spot," Logan shouts at Will above the thump of the deejay. He heads toward the bar and eases his way in. Someone bumps him from behind, and he careens into the patron in front of him.

"Sorry," he yells. "My bad…" Logan trails off as she turns around. With her caramel skin, golden eyes, and dark curly hair, she is the most striking woman Logan has ever seen in real life.

He smiles his biggest smile and hones in. "I'm so sorry, I got bumped from behind. Can I make it up to you? Buy your drink?"

Her lips twitch at the obvious come-on.

"Although you may have to physically buy it since you are the closer one to the bar," he continues. "And you won't have any trouble getting his attention."

She rolls her eyes, but says "What do you want?"

"Macallan, neat. Vodka tonic… for my buddy. And whatever you want," he says, handing over a fifty-pound note.

"You're cute," she says.

"Thanks. You're… just okay."

She busts into laughter, then turns toward the bar, where she quickly attracts the bartender.

She is fucking hot. This is why I'm out tonight. Get drunk, flirt, get my game back. Now that I'm finally done with Katherine, I need a break from finding a girlfriend and get back to having a little fun.

A moment later, she begins handing back his drinks. "Thank you," she says, walking past him holding two martinis. His eyes follow her long legs in her short skirt.

"No, no, no. What's your name?" he asks as he follows. No way am I letting this woman walk away from me.

She stops and looks at him carefully. "You don't know my name?"

His brow furrows. "Am I supposed to? You didn't tell me, did you?" he continues, following her away from the bar. "You have thrown me a little with… I mean, you must know how gorgeous you are."

"I'm Brittany," she smiles. "Come with me. Get your mate."

He grabs Will and follows her into a roped-off VIP section. He settles in next to her on a velvet couch. Thirty minutes of flirty conversation quickly escalates into making out like horny teenagers in a dark movie theater. After months of tepid interactions with Katherine, Logan is bursting with passion.

"You want to get out of here?" he whispers against her jawline.

"Yes," she whispers back, her voice ragged. "Let me tell my girls I'm going."

Logan darts over to Will, who is occupied with a woman of his own, to let him know he's leaving before quickly following Brittany down the stairs and towards the exit.

"My flat is close. We can walk. But I should warn you... there may be cameras outside," she tells him.

"Why would there be cameras?" he asks as he steps into the dark night and is immediately greeted by the bright flash of cameras.

"Brittany! Brittany!"

Logan glances around like a deer in the proverbial headlights. Brittany tucks her arm in his and pulls him down the street.

"Brittany! Who's the guy?"

"Just keep walking," she whispers as they hurry along. Three blocks later, they reach her building and the doorman lets them in.

"What the hell was that?" Logan asks once in the elevator. "Are you famous or something?"

"Not really. But… a little. I'm a model."

Logan smirks. "Yeah, I can see that working for you."

She smiles. "I should've said something, but I liked you not knowing who I am. But now... You may be in the papers tomorrow. 'Brittany and mystery man.'"

"It wouldn't be too hard to figure out who I am," Logan tells her.

"What- are you famous?"

"No, not at all. But I'm fairly well-known in the business world. I was interviewed in The Economist last month," he brags.

"The what?"

"Forget it," he laughs. "Let's just be kissing again."

Later that night after they have sex for the second time, Brittany gets quiet.

"What are you thinking?" he asks her.

"I'm thinking... I never do stuff like this because I'm constantly worried some fuckweasel is going to sell the story to the tabloids. Or take a picture of me naked and Instagram it. I'm just wondering if I've made a big mistake tonight."

He pulls her close and kisses her collarbone. "Come on. You know this has not been a mistake. Sex this good could never be called a mistake. Besides, I have plenty of money. And I'm not on Instagram."

"Okay, fine. But do you respect me?"

"Sure. Do you respect me?"

"Come on," she responds. "It's different for women. Which is stupid. But it just is."

Details from the thesis of Rory's women's studies final come to him.

"I don't subscribe to that kind of patriarchy. So we slept together the first night. So what? Why is that any different than if we had gone on three dates and then slept together?" he asks.

She smiles timidly.

"Look," he continues. "If it makes you feel better, I'll sleep with you after our third date too."

They snuggle close before falling asleep. The next morning they find pictures of their rendezvous online, so he holes up in her apartment for the rest of the weekend until they are sure the paparazzi are gone from the sidewalk in front of her building.

Maybe this isn't a one night stand. Maybe this will just be a relationship that happens organically, instead of me looking to force something that isn't there.

October 2013

Will and Rowan knock on Logan's office door on a Friday afternoon. "What are you up to tonight?" Will asks him.

Logan looks up from his monitor. "I'm supposed to meet up with Brittany. But she has a shoot this afternoon, so I don't know. Those things never run on time."

"Who's Brittany?" Rowan asks.

Will smiles. "Logan is dating Brittany Snover."

"Should I know who that is?" Rowan asks.

"You do know who she is. Here. Look," Will says as he pulls out his phone and looks up pictures of Brittany.

"Please tell me you are not looking at pictures of my girl in her underwear," Logan begs.

"No. We are not doing that," Will smirks.

"Uh, right. She's in a bikini here," Rowan clarifies. "But I definitely know who she is."

"Guys…"

"Is she like your girlfriend now?" Will asks.

"We haven't really labeled anything yet," Logan says. "But I like her. She's fun. And obviously, she's hot."

"Okay, well we'll be out tonight if you decide you want to go out."

"Thanks, guys. But don't count on me."

Logan texts Brittany, checking the status of her shoot, and reminding her that he is cooking dinner for her in his apartment that night.

She shows up forty minutes late, rushing through the door, pulling Logan from the stove, and kissing him passionately.

"So sorry, darling. You know how these people cannot stay on time."

Logan laughs. "I know you can't be on time either. But it's fine. Grab a glass of wine, and I'll put everything on the table."

They are working their way through dessert, when Brittany comments "I've been thinking about your idea of a youtube channel. I'm just not sure what I'm passionate about."

"You could stick with your industry. You know make-up stuff or… fitness tips... or how to make your skin so soft, your man can't keep his hands off of you," Logan says laughing, as he pulls her out of her chair and onto the couch, so he can in fact put his hands on her.

"Is that too frivolous?" she asks.

"No. It's on brand. But if you want to do something more serious, go for it. I can help you. You can talk about politics or… what you're reading or… I know. Since your dad is Somalian, you can talk about the famine there."

Her eyes glaze over.

"I'm just thinking these things up on the fly. We'll find something you care about. But I do think it's a good business move, even if it is about something frivolous. We don't have to decide tonight," he says as he pulls her into his lap.

Logan awakens the next morning to find Brittany still asleep. He watches her for a moment, contemplating what the last three months with her have been.

I'm obviously very attracted to her. And it's strangely exhilarating that she's famous. She's fun, and... I can see this going somewhere.

"Are you watching me sleep?" she murmurs.

"Mm-hmm. You are too beautiful to take my eyes off of."

"You're so corny. I have to wake up. I need to do cardio today," she says.

"Get up. I'll run with you."

They head out to Hyde Park to the paths that Logan is so familiar with. He is faster, but her long legs give her a longer stride. They push each other to the finish, and he realizes how fun it is to have a running buddy again.

And she's infinitely more likable than Robert.

Back in his apartment, Logan gets them both bottles of water. He hears Brittany call to him from the living room.

"Are you reading this?"

Shit. I didn't mean to leave that out.

He walks into the living room and hands her the water.

"Are you reading Pride and Prejudice?" she asks again.

Yes. I read it every year on Rory's birthday. Although I now have it basically memorized so I can skim it pretty quickly.

"No. The cleaning lady must have accidentally moved it when she was here," he lies.

"There are pages dog-eared," she accuses.

Yes. The first is Darcy's horrible proposal, and the second is when Elizabeth changes her mind and they get engaged. Those are the parts I read more than once a year.

Logan Huntzberger. Keeping hope alive since 2007.

"There's a note in here," she says, pulling the single piece of paper out of the book. "Who's Rory?"

"Umm... it's not my book... I don't... I mean, I've read it before, but..." Logan stammers, grabbing the note and the book from her.

"I saw the movie," Brittany chimes in, letting him off the hook.

BBC miniseries or 2005 movie adaptation? Very different experiences.

"I love Keira Knightley," she continues.

Oof.

"But you've read it?" he asks. When she shakes her head no, his eyes widen. "You should. It's a classic."

"I don't really like to read," she says. Looking up at his bookshelves that are filled to overflowing, she adds "I probably shouldn't tell you that."

He is shocked at how much this disturbs him. "You don't read books at all?"

"Nope. Why would I do that when there are so many other things I could be doing? I guess it's a good thing you only like me for my looks," she laughs as she pulls him up the stairs. "Let's take a shower."

They spend the rest of the weekend together, and everything seems great, but Logan knows it's almost over.

I am not that superficial. I like more about her than her looks.

Don't I?

He stays with her for another month, but he can't get past her lack of intellectual curiosity.

She doesn't read. How can I keep going out with her?

A/N: I know we all hate Logan with other women, but as I've said before, a man that handsome is not celibate. The key here is that he is subconsciously still comparing them all to Rory. And fairly or unfairly, they're not measuring up.

The note from Rory in Pride and Prejudice is detailed in my previous story London Baby, Chapter 3 if you need a refresher!