It was 6:00 on Monday morning and Christopher Hayden sat on the side of his bed with the phone in his hand. He promised Gigi he'd call Lorelai, but now he wasn't sure if he could do it. He knew she'd give him hell if he called her this early, but the anticipation made it impossible for him to sleep. So instead he stared at the phone in his hands.

He thought of all of the calls he'd made to Lore in the past. Calling her to come over and play when they were kids. Calling her to ask her out on a date when they were teenagers. He could still remember how sweaty his palms were and how fast his heart beat the first time he got the courage to ask her out. Calling her late at night, and whispering into the wee hours of the morning when they were dating. Calling her from the road after Rory was born. Calling her to say he was coming to visit. Calling her to say he was sorry after he'd screwed up yet again. Calling her for help with Gigi when Sherry left. Calling her the morning after… Even the memory of the calls made him nervous. It was amazing that after more than 30 years that one woman could still make him feel so nervous.

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He got Gigi ready for school, and dropped her off on the way to his office. "Daddy, is Aunt Lorelai going to fix my costume?" Gigi asked as he kissed her goodbye.

"I haven't gotten a chance to call her yet G. Trust me, you don't want to call Aunt Lorelai before she gets a cup of coffee, or seven, in her system." Gigi looked at him in confusion, and he continued, "but don't worry. I told you I'd call her and I will. You have a good day and I'll see you when I get home." She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him goodbye.

He wanted to wait until he was alone to call her. He didn't know what the call would bring and he didn't want his daughter to hear him beg or see him cry.

It was 10:00 before he could summon the nerve to dial her phone number. He planned to call her at the Inn. He knew it was childish, but he was afraid that if she knew it was him calling she wouldn't take the call. He wiped his hands on his slacks and dialed her number. After two rings someone answered the phone.

"Dragonfly Inn, how may I help you?" Lorelai answered the phone.

"Lore, it's me, please don't hang up."

She sighed deeply before she spoke. "What do you want Christopher?" her tone was icy and it just made his heart beat faster.

"It's not me, it's Gigi…" he paused, not exactly sure how to continue.

"Is she okay?" Worry filled her voice. He had to give her credit, no matter how she felt about him, she would always love his kid.

"Her dance recital is coming up, and you-"

"Promised to make her costume." Lorelai finished his sentence. "I can't believe she remembered that."

"I tried to convince her that Molly, the housekeeper, could do it, but she just wouldn't go for it. She threw a massive temper tantrum. I thought she'd outgrown them, but apparently she still has a few left in her. I'm sorry to bug you, but I didn't know what else to do. I promised her I'd call you. If you want me to tell her you can't do it…" he paused again trying to think of what he would do if that was what she wanted him to tell her.

"It's okay Christopher. I said I'd make her costume and I will make her costume. I'm a woman of my word." He was grateful for her help but couldn't help but feel the sting of her statement. She always kept her word, and he rarely did, at least not while Rory was growing up.

"Thank you Lorelai," he said quietly.

"So when's the big show?" her tone was now cheerful. He could picture her standing behind the counter at the Inn, the phone pinned between her ear and her shoulder as she gave someone else instructions with her hands while she talked to him with her voice.

He flipped through the pages on his calendar, "it's Friday at 6:00."

"This Friday Chris?" she almost shouted.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know myself until last night. I can overnight the leotard to you today. She just wants to be special, I think a few sequins will do the trick." He ran his free hand through his hair and hoped that she wouldn't change her mind.

She sighed again deeply. "You'll probably send the wrong costume. I'll bring my stuff to you. Besides I'd like to see Gigi."

"Thanks for the faith Lore," he said sarcastically.

"Yeah, I'd buy the hurt tone in your voice if you didn't know I was right," she retorted. "What time does Gigi get home?"

"The housekeeper picks her up from school at 3:00, so by 3:30."

"Let the housekeeper know I'm coming and I'll try to be there by 4:00." He could hear her pen scratching things off of her calendar. She was rearranging her schedule for his daughter.

"Thank you so much Lorelai-"

She cut him off again, "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Gigi. That girl needs one person in her life she can count on." When she finished speaking he heard the deafening silence of a broken connection. Lorelai Gilmore hung up on him.

He stared at the phone in his hand. She hung up on him. He couldn't believe she'd hung up on him. He was trying his best, he really was. He was so focused on the fact that she hung up on him that the bigger picture hadn't dawned on him yet.

She was coming.

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It was 6:00 on Monday morning and the alarm clock on Logan Huntzberger's nightstand told him so by beeping loudly in his ear. He was lying awake in his bed at the time, so he swiftly reached over and turned it off. Last night he had decided that he wanted to win Rory back, and at dinner with his friends and his sister they began to plan his approach. He was so anxious that he tossed and turned all night. He'd spent the last hour staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do first.

Last night at dinner, the group had decided that one of the friends needed to reestablish contact with Rory. None of them had talked to her since her graduation party to show support for Logan. Stephanie was the most obvious choice, because Honor was Logan's sister, and the guys were, well, guys. She'd begrudgingly agreed to the task. He knew her hesitation wasn't because she didn't like Rory, but because if this plan didn't work out, she'd probably have to give up the friendship again. She was emailing her last night after dinner, and now all he could do was wait.

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He got into his office around 9:00 and checked his email, hoping for a forward from Stephanie. Unfortunately, there was nothing from her in his inbox. Too keep from going crazy he did something he hadn't let himself do since he walked away. He googled her. His screen was instantly filled with thousands of mentions. Of course some of them weren't her, but most of them were. Stuff from Chilton, stuff from the Yale Daily News, stuff from Stars Hollow and the DAR, even the piece she'd written for Hugo that had upset him so much. He clicked on the link for that piece and waited for the page to load. It was the one thing she'd written in the time that they were together that he hadn't read once it was published.

He wasn't the sentimental type really. He didn't keep a book of her clippings, but he still felt a surge of pride when he saw her byline.

The story was better than he remembered. She had changed it, toned it down so it was not as harsh on the group she dubbed 'The Trust Fund Brigade.' It was witty and insightful, just as he expected, but it was also amazingly well written, truthful without being insulting. How his father had thought she 'didn't have it' was beyond him.

The next link he clicked was to a political blog. He knew she was traveling with the Obama campaign, but he'd made a conscious effort to avoid anything that she may have written. He had stopped reading political commentary, figuring if he needed to hear about it he could catch it on the nightly news or on the radio during his commute. Her blog sounded just like a conversation with her, it was funny and rambling, with the odd bit of pop culture thrown in, yet it conveyed the issues in a smart understandable way. He wasn't at all surprised that it was a very popular blog.

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket, distracting him momentarily from the blog. He fished it out of his pocket and looked at the display screen. Stephanie. He quickly answered the call, "Hey Steph!"

"She doesn't hate you."

"Do you think you could forward me the rest of that email?" he asked.

"Nope," she told him firmly. "Girl code."

"Steph…" he whined.

"You're my best friend Logan, and I want nothing more than for you to be happy, but trust me when I say this, you don't want me to forward you this email."

"So, she does hate me!" he exclaimed.

"No, she doesn't! But she'd not your biggest fan right now, and if you want to win her back you're going to have work for it," she said.

"But she doesn't hate me?" he asked again.

"She doesn't hate you," Stephanie repeated.

As he hung up the phone he returned to reading her blog. The tour schedule was posted at the bottom of the page, but all he could think about was that she didn't hate him. He still might have a chance with his Ace! She didn't hate him. He was so distracted that he missed the bigger picture.

She was coming.

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Author's Note:

Two chapters in one day! Don't get used to it, I just couldn't get this off my mind today.

I still don't own Gilmore Girls.

Thank you for all of the reviews I've gotten so far! You guys are the best!