A/N: Another chapter is here for your reading pleasure. I'm hoping you are enjoying this story. I promise I won't forget about this story as I work on my other one as well. They'll both get equal amount of attention as I write. So, read, review and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters…

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Shit, shit, shit, oh shit. Logan's thoughts weren't very original as he stood in front of one Luke Danes, the almost-stepfather of his ex-girlfriend. What the hell is he doing here, in San Francisco?

Neither said anything for a few minutes, both trying to figure out what the other was doing in that particular place and time. Of all the people Logan had to run into today, he ran into Luke.

What perplexed Logan most is that the last he knew Luke and Lorelai weren't together anymore. Right, they broke up, she married Rory's father. Is it a fluke he's here? Though he is buying coffee and I know he doesn't drink coffee. Is she here? Why would they be here? Okay Huntzburger, get it together.

"I'm sorry Luke, I didn't see you there. Here, let me buy you replacements." Logan figured it was best to offer some sort of peace offering. He knew the look that Luke was giving him wasn't just for knocking into him; it was for his failed relationship with Rory. Rory had always talked about Luke, it was evident in all the stories she had told that Luke had been the father Rory never really knew. Their bond was strong.

"Fine," Luke grunted breaking eye contact for the first time. He didn't offer anymore response and they got back into line. Has he order, Logan grew more and more adamant Luke was there with the Gilmore girls. He knew Rory's drink of choice, hell he knew her entire morning routine. He had to find out for sure what Luke was doing there.

"So Luke, what brings you all the way out here to San Fran?"

"Vacation."

"So, have you been here long? What have you seen already?" Logan was trying desperately to get him to say something, anything at this point. Luke was smarter than that.

"Nothing really yet, got in yesterday. Stop with the chit chat Logan, I don't have anything to say to you." Luke's words were laced with bitterness and it only fueled Logan harder.

"Is she here?" His question was simple and Luke couldn't hide the reaction his faced showed. "She is, isn't she?"

"Logan," Luke started but he was interrupted.

"I need to see her Luke. I need to talk to her. Please."

"I can't do that to her. You have to understand that."

"I do, I really do. Can you at least give this to her." It was the letter that Logan had written. Still unaddressed in the envelope and Luke sighed.

"I'll give it to her, but that is all I can do."

"That's all I'm asking. Thank you Luke."

"Your welcome, I need to get going. They'll be waiting." Luke grabbed the drinks as the barista handed them over the counter.

"Of course, those Gilmore's get cranky without their morning coffee." Logan smiled despite himself remembering all the mornings he and Rory had woken up together.

"How right you are there. Hope to see you around Logan." Luke answered and quickly left the coffee shop.

Logan stood at the entrance for several minutes before walking in the opposite direction towards his office, a genuine smile on his face for the first time in a long time.

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"Do you really think she'll be alright by herself tonight?" Lorelai asked Luke as she combed her hair sitting on the edge of their bed in their hotel.

"Lorelai, she'll be fine. She's a big girl." Luke answered from the bathroom.

"I know, but she's just, I dunno. This is so much worse than when I had to leave her at Yale." Lorelai laid back on the bed, tears threatening to spill over.

Luke came and joined her on the bed, wrapping her in his arms. "This is going to be hard for both of you, but your relationship will only get stronger."

"How do you know? What if she forgets about me? What if we lose our closeness?"

"Not going to happen. You two are too freakingly close to lose that. You'll talk all the time on the phone and email and you will both be visiting. You'll both be fine. I promise." Luke kissed her of the forehead, marveling in the butterflies he still got whenever he was around her.

"I love you Luke, you're so good to me." Lorelai kissed him back on the lips. She loved his taste, the feel of his lips under hers.

"I love you too, Crazy Lady. So much."

"So Luke, I'm really not tired."

"You're not huh?"

"Nope, are you?"

"Well…"

"Hey!"

"I'm just kidding. I'm not tired, but I think I know something that might make us tired."

Lorelai didn't respond with words. She would be forever grateful for having him back in her life.

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"Lorelai, you have to get up now. We have to check out in an hour, you still have to get dressed and pack. You need to get up now."

"Coffee."

"I've already made a pot, its right over here. You don't get it unless you get up."

"Mean."

"Come on, it's only a few feet."

Lorelai groaned and struggled to sit up. They would be leaving to head back to Stars Hollow within the next few hours and Lorelai wasn't ready. They'd said good bye to Rory last night at dinner, knowing she'd be working and unable to see them again. Lorelai had such a hard time falling asleep, she just kept thinking of all times Rory and she had before. Memories from raising her only child, tears had been spilt. Luke had just laid there, with her in his arms, comforting her by his presence. Stumbling over to the little kitchen area she sipped the coffee he poured for her in awe.

"I love your coffee." Luke laughed from the bathroom where he was gathering up his toiletries packing.

"That's all I am to you huh? A good pot of coffee?"

"Well, that and the best…"

"Don't finish that if it's dirty."

"Awh, you aren't any fun."

"Oh, I'm plenty of fun."

"Let's see how much fun you can be Luke." Lorelai batted her eye lashes and turned on her seductive voice.

"Not right now. We don't have time to play around now. Lorelai, we really have to get checked out…" his voice was faltering as she started to kiss his neck from behind him. "Lorelai."

"Fine, getting packed and dressed. But don't think this is over."

"Of course not. You never let that go, and frankly that's ok with me." Luke flirted and Lorelai blushed. She loved his flirtatious side and she knew she would never grow tired of it, no matter how old they got.

"Luke…"

"Yeah?"

"I just love you, that's all."

"I love you too Lorelai."

"I'm glad." Lorelai smiled, yup, I'll never get tired of him. Of this.

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Rory sighed. Going home tonight would be different. Her mom and Luke were on their trip that would eventually lead them back to Stars Hollow and she was alone in this foreign town. Okay, so she wasn't totally alone, but that what scared her the most. She thought back to the night before as Luke and Lorelai were leaving to go to their hotel. She'd wrapped Lorelai in a huge hug before her mom walked out with her bags, but Luke had hung back, and she found out why.

"Thanks for bringing her out here again Luke; I'm so glad you guys are here."

"Me too, I'm glad we came. It was good for her too. She's going to miss you a lot."

"I'm going to miss her too." Rory paused; her tears were threatening to pour over.

"Before we leave I have to give you something." Luke pulled a long white envelope from his pocket. "I've had it since yesterday morning."

Rory instantly recognized his handwriting. "Logan?"

"He sorta ran into me at that coffee shop I went to for breakfast. Remember, if you really care about him; don't let it go without a fight." Luke hugged her and whispered good bye in her ear before leaving her in the doorway of her apartment. She'd stood there stunned.

Pulling herself back into the present and away from the memories of just the day before she sighed again, it was going to be hard being in the same city as Logan, especially if they didn't work out their differences.

Should I call him? He wanted me too, that is what his letter said at least. Rory had been battling these thoughts all day. She wanted to call him, but she was afraid of his response. His letter hadn't been mean; it actually had the undertones of a man deeply hurting from the failed relationship. It matched her letter of desperation and hurt.

She picked up her phone.

"Hey, it's me."

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