AN: Sorry for the wait but I still had finals and a trip to dentist didn't end up that well either.

Thanks for the reviews and to my new beta!

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters—except for Lena. If I did, the last season would have ended in a proper way.

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Fourteen months earlier…

"Tell me not to go," he said abruptly.

She looked at him surprised trying to figure out if she just heard him right. "What?" she stuttered.

"Tell me not to get on that plane. Tell me to blow off my father, the paper, the whole Huntzberger destiny. Just tell me I can figure something else out. Just tell me not to go."

There was something in his voice that made it feel to her like he was even begging her to ask him stay. To give him a reason to say, for once,'no,' to his father and his entire family.

The selfish part of her didn't need to think of it, the part thatwanted to say the words Logan wanted to hear, but she just couldn't. She was at a loss of words. Being speechless was not a common thing in the Gilmore Girls' world, so she had a problem digesting her new catatonic state. Immediately, thousands of thoughts were running through her head—pros and cons. And all the while, she could feel Logan's gaze on her.

She knew that she wanted him to stay with her, she loved him. Logan Huntzberger had been the first guy she had hoped to have a future with, something she had never thought of with Dean and Jess—definitely not with Dean the second time around.

He was the guy she had loathed from their first meeting—the former, playboy extraordinare had swept her off her feet and had actually become a perfect boyfriend. Of course, there had been a lots of ups and downs—the downs hurting her deeply—but still, they were together, sitting on his couch the night before he had to leave, stronger than ever.

But was she in the position to decide his future and ask him to stay?

She had no idea.

She had to admit that there were several good reasons for her to give him what he wanted. For example, that she had no clue how she could live for months without him—just hearing his voice on the phone. Another factor included trust. She didn't really think that this was still an issue between them, but she also didn't know if him being on the other site of the world would modify their behavior—if being on opposite parts of the globe would instill doubts inside their minds.

But when she thought about it, the tiniest reason for her to ask him to stay was the biggest in her book.

It had been the reason for her breakdown in the bathroom two nights ago while Logan had been asleep—the secret that she kept from him, not knowing what she should say.

Now, looking into his pleading eyes, waiting for her to say something, she thought about the tiny, white stick—the one that she had hid in her underwear drawer—that had changed her life the moment she had laid eyes on it.

He had the right to know, she knew that.

It just wasn't great timing.

Then there was the other side. The side that agreed with his father—yes you heard correctly.

Even if she would never admitted it, she agreed with the 'mighty,' Mitchum Huntzberger.

"I'm sending Logan away for one reason, because it is time. It is time for him to stop jumping out of planes in a gorilla mask and crashing boats and getting plastered every night and ending up in the hospital. It's time for him to stop being a child and to start being a man. It's time for him to start focusing on his future, and the only way he is going to do that is to get him out of his environment and away from those dopes, Colin and Finn and 'The Life and Death Brigade' and get him on a path. Logan is talented, he's talented. He's my son. I want him to achieve something. And he needs a push. It's what my father did with me. He pushed me, I grew up, and now, Logan is gonna grow up. Anything here you're not agreeing with? I didn't think so"

Of course she had no idea why he had to 'start being a man' on a different continent, but there was some truth in his words. Although, she didn't really agree with the fact that Colin and Finn were the bad guys.

And Logan had already grown up.

His father just wasn't able to see it, maybe because he didn't care enough or because he just saw the heir in Logan and not the son.

He had grown up, he had changed so much—especially in the last few months.

Logan had said a while ago that the accident had changed him, that life should be more than fun and risking life, and that he didn't want to leave her again for good just because he had to do another reckless stunt.

He had said that there were more important things in life than parties, drinking, and things he could get arrested for.

He had said that the second night after he had woken up in the hospital.

And although Logan and Rory had always talked about their thoughts and feelings since they had been together, she couldn't compare any other time to that night.

His words had been so sincere, his voice so soft when he had promised her he'd change, to be better for her, to make them work, because she was the most important thing in his life.

That had been eight weeks ago, and he had indeed changed a bit, but still she knew better. She would have never fallen in love with just the guy she met almost two years ago in front of her dorm. The guy that had insulted her friend Marty and had talked like he owned everything.

She had fallen in love with the troubled kid, who was so much more than you could see from the first moment on.

If he knew that you cared for him—not for his name—he could be your best friend.

He could listen to you, comfort you in any way possible, but most of all, he was just there for you. He had been there for her several times, especially when she had dropped out of Yale and had stopped talking to her mom.

He hadn't pushed her into one direction, even if she knew that he thought what she was doing was wrong. He had given her time to realize her mistakes on her own and was there for her—whenever she needed someone to talk.

But still, was she really in the position to make this life changing decision?

She doubted it.

"I…I can't do this, Logan," she whispered, avoiding his gaze. She didn't want to see how his hope vanished from his face.

You have to tell him.

Rory shook her head lightly. She didn't want this to be the reason he stayed, because it was his responsibility as soon-to-be-daddy.

It wouldn't look that way for her or him—maybe not even for her family and their friends—but it could look that way to his family.

She could almost hear his mother say, "I always knew she was a Gold-digger, didn't I, Mitchum?"

And although she didn't like them and avoided them as much as possible, deep down, she still wanted them to improve of her. She wanted them to accept her in their son's life. She had clearly proved that with her reactions after the 'dinner from hell' and the yacht incident.

"Ace," he called to her after a short amount of time. She looked at him, desperately fighting against the tears building in her eyes. "It's okay." She shook her head. "Come here!" Logan pulled his girlfriend into his arms and kissed the top of her head, lightly.

"I love you, Logan." she told him, leaning on his shoulder, closing her eyes, trying to forget everything around them.

"I love you too, Ace."