Disclaimer: I own nothing but the kids.

Background: Lotte is a nickname for Charlotte. Lorelai and Chris are now married. Rory lives with Jess; they have three boys: Ben-13, Joe-10, and Frankie-6. They live somewhere in California, on the coast.

Author's note: I don't know if this going to be Rogan. I really want it to be, but it's kind of writing itself so… I'll see. I can tell you one thing if it is Rogan, it won't happen for a while. The probability of it being Rogan is very high; because I'm not that fond of Jess, but again I don't make any promises. Please read and review.

"Dad?" There was silence. "Dad?" Logan groggily opened his eyes. There she stood above him; a smile instantly came to his face. "I'm pregnant."

"What!" Logan jumped off the couch, where he had been sleeping. Lotte laughed and took his place on the couch, she picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "You were kidding, weren't you?"

"Yep. But it's good to know your response, for when I really tell you I am."

"You know, there are easier ways to get me off the couch."

"Yeah; but they aren't as much fun." Lotte laughed to herself. "You should have seen your face: priceless." Logan sat down next to Lotte; his heart beat began to return to normal. She flipped through the channels, only spending seconds on a channel. Logan stood up, and walked to the kitchen; he came back with a bag of chips and a jar of pickles. He handed the pickles to Lotte; she smiled. "You're the best daddy ever."

"If giving you pickles is all it takes to be the best dad, then can I return your car?"

"No." Lotte had a pickle piece in her mouth. Logan laughed at her expression. He pointed to her, laughing again saying:

"Funny."

Lotte gave a fake laughed and pointed at Logan.

"Pathetic." The two chuckled and settled on watching the TV. Lotte changed the channels after every commercial break; Logan watched his daughter, he found himself doing this a lot recently, trying to make a mental picture of her; so that when she went off to college he would have something to remember. Silently, Logan compared her everyday to her mother; there was nothing similar. Logan's mind flashed a picture of Rory; she was smiling, it was right after she had give birth to Lotte, she was so beautiful, she glowed; back then she was happy. Logan wondered about Rory sometimes, but he would get so mad, he would have to stop. He was angry with her for what she had done; but still, he would forgive her. If she came back he would forgive her; he still loved her. She was the reason that it was still only he and Lotte; he had never remarried. Logan had had a few girlfriends since she had left, but he never let himself love them. He silently apologized to Lotte everyday for the fact that she didn't have a mother; he wondered if she would have been happier if he had remarried. Lotte's happiness; it was constantly on his mind. Not a moment went by that he didn't wonder if Lotte was happy. If she wasn't she hid it well. 'Would she be happy if we talked about Rory; Does she want to know about Rory; Does she have any questions?' She never wanted to know anything about her mother anymore; all her questions had been answered. Except one. Lotte kept one question to herself; only one person could answer it for her: Rory. 'Why?' That's it, one simple word: why. Lotte no longer cared where she was, or who she was with. All she wanted was an explanation; but she didn't think she could stand to be in the same room with her mother ever to get the answer to 'Why?'.

Rory wonder if she should wake Jess. Leave him sleeping and let the boys wake him up, or see him happy to see her smiling face. Let him sleep. She was not in a good mood today; it was Monday, and today was what she now called her 'dark day'. Rory kissed the heads of her sleeping sons, before she got in her car to leave. She drove, freeing herself of everything; she stopped, pulling into a parking lot of a pier on her way to work. She got out of the car; staring off into the deep blue of the Pacific Ocean. Nineteen years ago today; nineteen years ago she found out that she was pregnant; nineteen years ago Charlotte was only a speck, just a cluster of cells. Rory never really thought of Charlotte, she would sometimes see mothers and daughters shopping and want to do that with Charlotte; but she knew she never could. She had walked out of Charlotte's life so long ago, too long ago to go back. Rory had run to Jess when she had left Logan's, she had run to the one person who wouldn't make her go back. They lived together for two years before she said they should move to the West Coast. She told him he could start another publishing company; he went, he followed her. She needed to get farther away. Jess started his new publishing company, and Rory had found work at a news paper. It was two years later when Ben came along. Jess had asked her to marry him but she told him that she didn't need a piece of paper to commit to him; he left the subject lie after that. Three years later they welcomed Joe; then another four, along came Frankie. She started thinking again about Charlotte after Frankie was born. Charlotte; Rory wondered if Logan had changed her name after she left. He had wanted her name to be Grace, but Rory had convinced him otherwise. Charlotte would be eighteen now; going off to college. Rory wondered how Logan had done with raising Charlotte by himself; had Lorelai helped him; his parents; or did he do it all alone?

"Lotte!"

"What!" Logan and Lotte were yelling up and down the stairs to each other; neither wanting to move from their positions.

"Lorelai's going to be here any minute!"

"Okay!" Lotte's voice had gotten closer to Logan. He heard her walking down the stairs. "How do I look?"

"Where are you going?"

"To a concert."

"With who?"

"Lorelai! Forget much?" She gave him a sarcastic look, but stopped when she saw he was in 'Dad mode.'

"What concert?"

"The Bangles."

"Oh." He stopped with his interrogation. 'She was going to be with Lorelai, she would be safe.' Logan was glad that Lorelai had taken him under her wing and helped him raise Lotte, to some extent. She was the closest thing to a mother that Lotte ever had.

G.G. walked in front of Lorelai and Lotte, she as trying to find an open coffee house.

"You know, you'd think that in New York City at least one coffee house would be open."

"We just past five that were open."

"I know but there was no one in them. That means that they aren't any good."

"It's two in the morning!" Lotte stopped walking, as Lorelai and G.G. went on arguing about the hour and the fact that not many coffee houses were open; an open café had caught her attention.

"Hey!" The two other women turned to face her. "What about that place? It's open and it's got two people in it." They all stood on the side of the street staring in at the warm glow of the café; the two people within the café were oblivious to the fact that they were being stared at. Then Lotte recognized one of them. "Look's like Uncle Finn has been…entertaining."

"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" Lotte turned down the street and continued walking. "Alright; if we don't find a place to get coffee in five minutes, I'm giving up, and we're going to Lotte's house." Lorelai said joining Lotte along with G.G.

"I don't think my dad will be so keen on that idea."

"Nah, he knows my addiction by now; if not he's denser than I thought. I mean he lived with Ror…" Lorelai stopped herself.

"I'm okay with it, Nonny. I mean she was your daughter." 'Was.' The word echoed in Lorelai's mind.

"She isn't dead, Lotte." Lotte looked over at her; she stopped.

"She might as well be."

Rory sat there in the dark; Jess was asleep, the boys were asleep; it was just her. She stared at the glowing computer screen. The Google screen was hostilely staring back at her. Why was she doing it now; she had had so much time before, seventeen years, why hadn't she done it before. She positioned her fingers over the keys, and slowly typed his name: 'Logan Huntzberger.' The screen went blank; she could turn back now, she could tell it to stop the search right now. The screen came back; the first item caught Rory's eye; 'L. Huntzberger: both heir and heiress' she clicked on it, even though it was two years old. The article's opening statement caused Rory's breath to quicken.'The Huntzberger line of news paper tycoons will not end with Logan Huntzberger; as some assumed. No, this week in the circle of the written word, many were shocked to see that Charlotte 'Lotte' Huntzberger, at the age of sixteen was published in her father's most respected newspaper, to rave reviews. "I was surprised that such a young girl, could have such comprehension of the world's political system; she really is a gem…"'

She had already made a name for herself; and it was Lotte.