Bet you all thought I abandoned this! I didn't, but I've been busy thinking about how to end this on a high note. I could easily write another forty chapters with a whole bunch of funny Stars Hallow happenings, but that wasn't what this story was about. It was about Rory and Logan finding each other again. The drama, the romance, the getting back together.

I love all my stories, but this one especially since it is kind of the underdog of my stories (not as many hits/reviews as the others) and also for the complexity of the Rogan-relationship. I just want to see it with a neat and tidy ending and that's what this chapter (and the next) will do. And, also pretty cool, this is the second story I broke a hundred thousand words on. That's INSANE! INSANE And, as much as I write for myself, I do it for you, too. Even if it's just 1 reader, it's worth 100 000 words. So, a gigantic thanks to all my lovely readers!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own GG.

Logan stirred slightly as the sun shone through his window. He didn't allow himself to wake fully, since he enjoyed that fuzzy state between semi-consciousness and being awake. He liked to keep hold of the glossy sheen his thoughts had, in that world everything seemed perfect.

However, if he were to be completely honest with himself, that glossy sheen his thoughts had early in the morning carried over to the daytime. The tension that was once so common in his relationship to Rory had disappeared; these days their worst fight was whether to order pizza or Chinese food for dinner. It was a new kind of love, a deeper kind of love and appreciation that they shared for each other now. As teenagers, they had bonded over a common interest in books, music, a hatred towards their Elders and a general curiosity about one another. In college, jealously drove them together and that contract always lingered in the back of their minds. However, now, for the first time ever, it felt real, a true commitment. After all these years, they were both on the same page. This was it.

A lazy smile appeared on Logan's face as he rolled over and patted his hand over the bed, in search of his wife. Normally, he wouldn't have to, since he could feel her skin on his, as she slept pressed up against him, her head resting safely on his chest as he draped his arm over her.

Slightly confused by Rory's lack of presence this morning, he opened his eyes and indeed, her side of the bed was empty. Perhaps, he thought, she was on an early morning coffee hunt and, instead of rolling over, he decided to embrace his awakened state.

As Logan made his way from the bedroom to the bathroom, he was confused for the second time that morning. No hand towels, no bath towels, no toothpaste or toothbrush and that stupid decorative lavender candle Rory insisted on having was gone.

An involuntary smile tugged at his lips as realization set in. Today was moving day.

"Hey Ace?" Logan called as he ran down the stairs in search of his wife. "Ace?"

He strategically made his way around the house, hitting the kitchen, movie room, office, library, sitting room and foyer but his wife wasn't there. It was obvious that she had been there, since she had left big brown boxes in every room. Some rooms had been stripped bare of their belongings and big brown moving boxes filled them instead. In others, Logan just found a blizzard of post-it notes, indicating that Rory and her organizing ways would be back later.

Logan made his way back to the kitchen - she'd eventually have to come back to the room that provided her with coffee, and as he poured a cup for himself he realized that he'd skipped a part of the house.

"So here's where you are hiding," Logan smiled as he stepped out onto the terrace. Rory practically leapt out of her chair to embrace him.

"Oh, thank-god you are up! I didn't want to wake you, but I was going to go up there in a few minutes.... I want to move the library boxes to the hallway but I can't lift them, who knew I had that many books? And I need your opinion - everything with a lime green post-it is a maybe, but I'm thinking if it's a maybe, it's a no, you know?" she rambled on, ignoring the smile that played on his lips.

"How many cups of coffee have you had there, Ace?"

"A pot..." she said, though Logan shot her a disbelieving look, "...and a half," Rory added with a sheepish grin. "But it's over the course of five hours!"

"Five hours?!" Logan was shocked; that meant Rory had gotten up at three!

"I couldn't sleep," Rory shrugged his concern away, "it's moving day, baby!"

Logan laughed. "I know that, babe! You do realize that we are paying strong, muscular men to move all our crap later, so you don't have to pack anything..."

Rory rolled her eyes, "But they don't know my system!"

"I see," Logan chuckled, "a very intricate system with many different colored post-it notes."

Rory pulled back from their embrace and stared at him. "Are you mocking the system?"

"Not at all." Logan closed the gap between them with a short kiss, before breaking away and sitting down at their patio table. "Now, how 'bout some breakfast? It's quite a spread you've got here..."

Rory cast a glance down at the table. "Just chocolate croissants, Danishes, eggs, sausage and bacon..."

"From Mollies?" Logan asked as he put a spoonful of eggs on his plate.

Rory nodded. "Doesn't even come close to Luke's, does it?"

"Nope," Logan shook his head, "hey, did we close the tab at Mollies?"

"I did this morning...." Rory started

"...so we'll be using my black card for a while?" Logan teasingly finished her thought.

"Ha-ha," Rory deadpanned, "but yes, it was quite a number…they were sorry to see us go, so they threw in the chocolate croissants..."

"Touching," Logan added with a sarcastic smirk.

The conversation carried on, as the couple laughed, joked and kissed their way through breakfast.

"So, this is it?" Rory asked Logan as they stood in their near-empty living room. The movers were busy emptying the mansion of boxes. It was an odd feeling, since Rory had never considered it a homey house, but it was the place where she and Logan started married life. It was the house where they insisted on having a room entirely devoted to cat figurines as per their teenage-agreement regarding married life. The figurines had been distributed to their friends and family since they did not have any room for a cat room in their Stars Hallow house. It had also been the house where'd they'd fought – and made up – in every room, where they had hosted parties and spent nights on the porch talking, laughing and crying with their friends. In that sense, it was very much their home.

Logan squeezed her hand gently. "It sure feels like it. Don't hate me, but I think I might miss it...."

Rory turned her head and met his gaze. "Yeah, me too…" she sighed, before she shot him a crooked smile, "… just a little."

He gave her a soft smile, but their tender moment was interrupted by the sharp buzz of their doorbell.

"Finn! The door is open - you don't have to ring!" They heard Lane's voice call-out.

"What if they are doing the nasty, love?" Finn replied "They are entitled to a little warning..."

Rory and Logan shared a quick smile - Lane and Finn would never, ever change. "Come on in guys!" Logan called.

"Are you decent?"

"Yes, Finn!"

The friends gathered in Logan and Rory's empty living room for an impromptu goodbye party.

"I can't believe you guys are really leaving..." Steph sighed into her orange juice.

"Stars Hallow is only 30 minutes away," Rory said, shooting a soft smile at her friend. "We'll still see each other all the time."

"But, it's not the same," Lane replied, "I thought our kids would grow up being neighbors..."

"No, they'll meet in preschool," Colin quipped, alluding to how the friends first met.

"Maybe," Logan laughed. His friends were right; it was the end of an era and their friendship would undoubtedly be changed by it. For the better, though, Logan was sure.

"Sweets?" Lorelai's voice echoed through the house, followed by Emily's. "Honestly Lorelai, who do you think you are shouting in doors? We should have just rung the doorbell!"

"Mom, the door is open; it means come on in..."

"We'll never find them," Emily said.

"Well, Mitchum bought them this big house..." Lorelai muttered, before changing her strategy. "Marco?"

"The maid's name is Maria, Lorelai!"

Meanwhile, Rory, Logan, Finn, Colin, Lane and Stephanie exchanged a glance and shared a laugh before the responded with a heartfelt, "Polo!"

Not long thereafter, Lorelai and Emily entered the living room. "Emily, Lorelai! Wonderful morning, isn't it?" Logan greeted them warmly.

"Is it?" Emily questioned sarcastically. "Honestly, Logan, I don't know why you have to go through with this... No Gilmore, Huntzberger or Hayden has ever moved out of Hartford."

"Didn't Lorelai the First live in London?" Finn asked. The others held back their smiles as it was clear Emily was not amused.

"A hick-town," Emily continued unfazed. "My granddaughter is moving to a hick-town!"

"It's not a hick town, Grandma. We have a gorgeous house...."

"Eight bedrooms!" Emily raised her hands in frustration. "Eight! You might as well live in a potting shed!"

Rory and Lorelai exchanged a glance – best to let Logan handle this one - as Logan tried again. "Emily, it's hardly a potting shed. It's a beautiful house and the town is filled with lovely people…" He saw that her expression wasn't changing, so he decided to take a different route. "It's a great place to start a family...."

"Don't you bring up children, Logan Huntzberger!" Emily hurled at him, "You were supposed to take care of her - you signed those papers, you know!"

"Emily," Logan continued, his tone warm but firm, "this is me taking care of her!"

"It is? It is? How is dragging my granddaughter off to some farm town taking care of her? And then telling me it's an environment for children!"

"Grandma..." Rory tried, but Emily had had enough.

"I came over here to talk some sense into the both of you, but it is useless. This, young lady, is a disgrace! I don't know how Mitchum could have ever approved!"

"Mom!" Lorelai tried to butt-in, but with little success.

"Still, don't think I'll let you and your outlandish lifestyle come between this family. Live in that potting shed for all I care, but your presence is expected for Sunday Night Dinner!"

"Are we invited, Em?" Finn asked; trying to lighten the mood he earned a few small chuckles from the group. Emily's death glare silenced them, though.

"Sunday Dinner," Emily said sternly. "Seven o'clock. No excuses." And with that she turned sharply on her heel, leaving the group behind in slightly bemused silence.

"And that, ladies and gentleman, was Emily Gilmore in a stunning performance of "Crazy, Guilt-tripping Grandma". A critically acclaimed piece, she's in town 'till Thursday! Tickets are going quickly, so act fast!" Lorelai joked.

"The Gilmores are really shaken up about this, huh,?" Colin asked.

Lorelai shrugged in reply, "No, just my mother. She'll come around eventually…" With a vague gesture, Lorelai closed the topic of Emily Gilmore to focus on more important matters. "So are you all coming down to the Hallow for the housewarming?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Lane smiled, "Rory's been telling me stories about this blues player, Morey… she wants us to form a band."

"Not a band, Lane," Rory laughed, rolling her eyes, "but Morey's been looking for a drummer to…," she paused and turned to Logan, "what was it he said, babe?"

"Make sweet tunes with."

"Make sweet tunes with?!" Finn exclaimed in shock, as the rest of the group shouted, "Dirty!"

One of the movers interrupted the laughter. "Mr. Huntzberger, we are done – just the coffee maker?"

"Claude," Rory corrected.

"It's…" the mover started, but caught himself, "he is waiting on the counter. Once he is packed up me and my guys can hit the road…"

"Alright, thanks, Jim," Logan said, "we'll take care of it."

"Now this is really it," Rory said as she carefully unplugged Claude and handed the cord to her husband.

"Nervous?" Logan asked as he took the coffee maker from her.

Rory opened the cardboard box and looked up at Logan. "Excited."

"Me too, Ace," he told her as he put Claude in the box. "Tape?"

Rory handed him the roll of packing tape and Logan sealed the moving box labeled "Fragile, Claude" in Rory's curly script. He was about to carry to box out to the living room, but Rory stopped him.

"Scissors!"

"For what?"

"Air holes!" she deadpanned and Logan cracked a smile. "You are too much!"

Rory looked up innocently, "but that's why you love me!"

He pulled her close for a hug, "That, Ace, is completely true."

Around noon the Huntzberger convoy pulled in to Stars Hallow. As Rory and Logan expected, this day was marked in Stars Hallow City Calendar. A banner welcoming the new family was hung between two streetlights and balloons were tied to the benches that fenced the grassy patch of the towns' square. Several towns members stood waiting on the steps of Logan and Rory's new home.

Rory smiled widely as she looked at Logan. "Crazy!"

"These people are insane!" he replied through a similar grin. For a moment, Rory wished her friends and mom hadn't made the trek down to Stars Hallow with them. Here she wanted to be a 'normal' girl, not the girl who moved into town accompanied by a fleet of expensive cars, carrying people dressed in designer clothes.

"Woah, sugah," Babbette said as Rory and Logan stepped out of their car, "did you bring the president with you?"

"Don't be silly," Miss Patti interrupted, "I bet it's Brad Pitt in that black Escalade…"

Rory shot Logan a smile, before directing herself to her new friends. "Afraid not ladies. It's just Finn."

"A Finn?" Patti asked as she ran her hand over her chin in contemplation. "Who? Tommi Mäkinen?"

"Who?" Logan, Babbette and Rory asked simultaneously.

"The famous race-car driver, dolls!" Patti replied as if it everyone should know the names of Finnish race-car drivers by heart.

"I thought you didn't watch sports?" Rory asked.

"Oh, honey, I don't. But, Tommi can drive my car any day," she winked, before boldly sashaying her way over to the Escalade.

"It ain't Tommi in that car, is it, dolls?" Babbette asked as she eyed the car.

"Our friends from Hartford drove down with us," Logan explained as he tried to stifle his laugh, "Finn is the name of one of our closest friends…."

"… who has never driven a race-car in his life, or been to Finland for that matter..." Rory added, her tone laced with amusement.

"Oh," Babbette frowned as fixed her gaze back on the car. Rory and Logan joined her in watching as Finn exited and was immediately encircled by Patti's arms.

"Oh, Tommi!" she giggled, as she squeezed him tighter, before pulling away from the embrace. "You're not Tommi...."

"No, I'm Finn," he informed her with a happy smile. "Friendly town, this, mate!" he yelled at Logan, as Patti continued to size him up. "Still a good-looking man..."

"Why thank-you..."

"Miss Patti"

"Miss Patti, I'm sure my wife thinks so, too," Finn side-stepped Patti's forwardness smoothly. As if on cue, Lane popped next to Finn and introduced herself. Meanwhile, Colin, Stephanie and Lorelai had made their way out of their cars and gathered on the front lawn. They spent a few minutes getting acquainted with Patti, Babbette, Morey, Andrew and Gypsy, before Taylor and Kirk broke it up.

"Babbette! What is going on here?" he questioned.

"Oh, sugah, we're just welcoming Logan and Rory. It's moving day!"

Taylor hummed disapprovingly as he eyed the gathering. "Rory, Logan, did you read the Living in Stars Hallow Guidelines I sent you?"

Rory and Logan exchanged a knowing glance - they had studied the book, all 377 pages of it, in amusement, laughing at all the preposterous rules Taylor had written down. "Yes."

"Then would you be able to tell me which rule you are violating right now?"

Babbette, Patti and the other townsfolk rolled their eyes, and the Hartford crowd shot each other worried looks - what kind of Gestapo Town had Rory and Logan fallen in love with?

"Uhm..." Rory started, but she couldn't come up with a rule that they were violating.

Kirk cleared his throat. "That would be 23E, section B, part 2 on page 234 - loitering on a citizen's lawn..."

"It's their house and their lawn," Lorelai interjected immediately, but she was shot down by Kirk. "A permit is required for all party-type occasions and Moving Day is a party type occasion... "

"Oh sugah," Babbette tried to comfort Lorelai, "don't worry. These two just got their panties in a twist, since they aren't invited!"

"Babbette!" Taylor exclaimed outraged as the others burst out in laughter.

"There is a second violation, too," Kirk said once the laughter died down.

"Very good, Kirk," Taylor praised, "I didn't think you'd notice..."

Kirk looked around the group, proudly puffing out his chest. "I'm training for deputy mayor..."

"I thought you worked at the post office?"

Kirk frowned, "I quit. Too many paper cuts..." A few people chuckled and Kirk continued, "Rule 54F, section Z, part 5 on page 198, vehicles parked on the street. Stars Hallow law states that vehicles should be parked in garages, on driveways, or in the therefore designated spaces."

"Oh Taylor!" Patti sighed, "Give it a rest."

Logan nipped the situation in the bud by asking if Taylor would like to come the party. "Can we leave the cars in the street?"

"Bribing is a violation of code..." Kirk rambled off, but Taylor stopped him. "That is a gracious offer, Logan. I'll see you at 7:30 pm...."

The Hartford group looked bemused as the townsfolk shook their heads. It was all lost on Rory and Logan as they just smiled at each other. This was definitely home.

After a tour of the still empty house, the colorful characters of the town left, giving Rory, Logan and their crew of Hartford Helpers time to move all their stuff in. Stephanie, Lorelai, Lane and Rory were busy in the room that would become the 'library'.

"It's so much smaller than your place in Hartford," Stephanie remarked as she placed a book on the shelf.

"But cozier," Rory replied through a smile. Of course, this house, and Stars Hallow, was different from Hartford, but that's what she wanted, that's what she craved and she was lucky to have friends that understood.

"Yes, definitely cozier..."

"…and so Rory and Logan," Lane added. "Super cute."

So far, Moving Day was great. Apart from the tiny Emily debacle this morning, and Taylor weaseling his way into the party there had been no mishaps. However, there was one thing that was on Rory's mind.

"Hey mom?"

"Yeah sweets?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I'd love some coffee."

"That wasn't the question I was going to ask you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh," Lorelai paused. "Okay, well then, shoot."

"Is Dad coming?" Rory's tone wasn't accusatory, but it seemed as though her Dad had been caught up in work-related things lately, which was so out of character for him. He had called after he found out about the move, but Logan and Rory had half-expected him to come over for a nightcap and partake in their favorite hobby – elder bashing – but he didn't. It was all a little off.

"He didn't call you?"

"No."

"He said he would." Rory could have sworn she detected a little bitterness in her mother's tone, but she decided to let it slide. Lorelai let out a deep sigh, "Maybe he got caught up in his meeting..."

"Yeah," Rory shrugged, "those New York investor meetings can be pretty tough."

Lorelai nodded. "He might make it down by tonight. For the party. Maybe he and that Taylor guy will really hit it off, discussing small town law.. "

"Maybe.."

"Yeah," Lorelai sighed again, and before the tense moment could take hold of the room, she continued. "I really wasn't kidding about that coffee, kid...."

"Did you find Claude yet?" Lane asked.

"Nah, we'll just go to Luke's."

Lorelai perked up. "The famous Luke's?"

"The famous Luke's," Rory replied with a nod. "Let me just go ask the guys if they want anything."

"Hey, babe?" Rory asked as popped into one of the bedrooms the guys were working on.

"Yes, love?" Finn asked teasingly.

"She meant me, Finn." Logan playfully whacked Finn's shoulder and got up to meet his wife's side.

"You don't know that for sure, mate."

"He knows," Rory quipped as she leaned into Logan's embrace. "What's up?" he asked.

"The girls and I are just going to go over to Luke's for some coffee…"

"What about Claude?" Logan questioned with a smile, causing Rory to laugh and ignore the Claude comment. "Did you want us to bring you anything?"

"I see we aren't even getting an invite!" he exclaimed in mock-outrage. "Nooo, we men can just sit here all day and do the work, while you sit and drink another man's coffee…"

"Dirty!" Finn, Colin and Rory chimed simultaneously.

"You can come…"

"No can do, Ace," Logan teased, "got to finish up before tonight's party!"

Rory rolled her eyes at his antics. It was good, he was relaxed. Fun. "Alright." Rory kissed him. "Your choice."

She turned on her heel, but stopped when he called her name. "Just bring me a burger!"

"That's Luke?" Lorelai asked as he caught sight of the man in the blue baseball cap through the window. She didn't know what she was expecting, but he certainly didn't match the picture her daughter painted for her. They way she described him, Luke sounded homely and a little plain. And from what Lorelai could tell, Luke was definitely not plain.

"Yeah," Rory shrugged and pushed open the heavy door.

"Hey Rory," Luke said, looking up with a smile. "I saw Taylor making a scene earlier…"

"He was just welcoming us to the neighborhood…"

Luke shook his head lightly. "You can still make a clean getaway."

"But they made a banner," Lorelai quipped and Luke's eyes flew to hers. He had nice eyes, Lorelai couldn't help but note, much friendlier than his demeanor lead on. Instead of striking back with a witty remark, she chuckled a little uncomfortably. "I like banners."

"You'll have to excuse my mom," Rory said, shooting her Mom a quizzical look, "she doesn't get out much…and she does have a great love of banners…."

"Hey!" Lorelai playfully swatted her daughter's arm.

Luke's eyes shifted from Rory to Lorelai. "That's okay," he muttered, before snapping out of it. "Sit anywhere, I'll be right with you."

A few minutes later, Luke met them at the table with mugs and coffee. He provided all of the ladies – sans pregnant Stephanie – with a cup of coffee, before placing the last mug in front of Lorelai. He couldn't fill it though, since the pot was empty.

"Uh, coffee?" Lorelai asked, looking from her cup to him.

"I'm out…."

"What?" Lorelai questioned, with a certain urgency in her tone. "I've already had the longest day of my life and it's only 2 in the afternoon. I need coffee. I still need to unpack fifty boxes and party tonight. Coffee is essential."

"I can give you herbal tea," Luke suggested as a joke; he hadn't expected Lorelai to take it seriously.

"This is not a herbal tea moment! This is a coffee moment."

"If you are anything like your daughter, I bet every moment is a coffee moment," he mumbled in his usual grumpy tone.

"This is a jumbo coffee moment," Lorelai barreled on, "I need coffee in an I.V., in a vat, pumped straight into me. You are a diner man, the owner of this establishment, which, by the way, on the outside says it's a hardware store. Confusing. You should provide coffee. And my daughter says that this is the best coffee in the world, so for me to come all the way here, to try it and for you to be out is just cruel."

"I'm out…."

"Please, please, please tell me you're kidding!"

"If you'd just let me finish," Luke stressed, before softening his tone, "I would have told you that I just need to make more…"

"Make more?"

"You know, what people do when the coffee runs out."

"So, there was only a momentarily coffee shortage?" Lorelai sighed in relief. "Not a permanent one?"

"Yes."

A tiny laugh escaped her lips, and she purposely avoided his gaze. "Boy, do I feel stupid."

"Well don't," Luke cracked a smile. "But you do have a problem."

"Yes, that I do." Lorelai nodded and smiled as she watched Luke walk back to the counter to set some more coffee. She pried her eyes off him as she realized that her 'checking-to-make-sure-he-was-making-coffee' look had turned into a more creepy stare. She turned her head back to the table, where three curious girls were eyeing her.

"What? He's just getting me some coffee."

As dusk fell, Logan and Rory's house was fully d

ecorated and filled to the brim with people. The Hartford Elders had sent flowers, but declined their invitation to the festivities. Just as well, both Rory and Logan figured, since this night was supposed to be about them and not weighted down by the negativity on Shira's, Richard's and Emily's behalf.

Longtime friends mixed with new, as Finn and Babbette danced it out to Morey's and Lane's musical talents, Stephanie took pregnancy tips from Lindsey Forrester who had five children by the time she was 25 and Colin talked investment with Andrew.

It was certainly an odd mix, but it fit. It was heartwarming to see everyone come together and celebrate this key moment in Rory and Logan's life.

"They are good kids," Luke said, dropping himself next to Lorelai on the couch, who was busy fiddling with her cell phone.

"Yeah," Lorelai nodded before she snapped her phone shut. "I'm going to miss them."

Luke took a swig of his beer. "Hartford isn't too far away; I'm sure you'll visit all the time."

"Well," Lorelai shrugged casually, "I'll have to now. Best damn coffee I've had in this Looney Tunes town."

He laughed, "Hey, at least we have banners…"

Lorelai smiled broadly and nodded. Her cell broke the tension that threatened to creep up. She shot a quick look at the screen before getting up. "I've got to get this," she apologized, "it's my husband…"

Luke nodded and granted her a crooked smile. Involuntarily, his eyes followed her to the corner of the room, where she stood, cell pressed against her ear, engaged in, what seemed to be, a hushed argument. He let out a deep sigh, before taking another sip of his beer and getting off the couch. This was a party after all.

After tonight's party their house was officially a home. The party fizzled out, the guests left and now it was just Rory and Logan. Together. Alone. Finally.

"Nice bathroom," Logan commented as he sauntered his way over to the bed.

"I know," Rory replied absentmindedly as her gaze was fixed on Logan's bare chest. He smirked at her, before crawling up next to her on the bed. He leaned in close, wrapping his arms around her neck. "Hey."

"Hey you," she whispered into his kiss. "Long time, no see."

"Some party," Logan mumbled as he placed a sloppy kiss on her collar bone and another one on her shoulder.

"Better than Hartford…" Rory agreed lazily as she placed a random kiss on his chest.

"Why?" he asked, though it was clear in his tone that he had no intention to carry on with this conversation.

"No sub party necessary," Rory replied through husky breaths. Logan found his way back to her mouth and kissed her long and lovingly. After a few moments, he broke it off, much to Rory's displeasure.

"Welcome home, Ace," he whispered, before continuing his shower of kisses and touches.

Okay, so this might not be my best - maybe it was a little choppy - but I kind of liked it. I don't know how ASP does it with all the dialogue on so many different characters. I don't know, let me know how I did?

PS: yes, there is a Java Junkie undercurrent, and yes, Lorelai is still married to Chris. And yes, if I ever do a sequel, guess who'd have starring roles...