Most of this was written during an 8,5 hour flight from Amsterdam via London to Tampa and the jetlagged, sleepless night that followed with a mix of All American Rejects and Keith Urban playing on shuffle. I wasn't seated next to a dashing Logan-type fellow and I sort of expected my notebook scribbles to upload immediately, but alas. And 4th of July cookouts and lazy beach days got in the way of retyping and uploading.

On a side note: if you own one of those spray suntan thingies, make sure to actually rub it in post spray or else you'll end up rockin' the blotchy look like me!

Anyway, I really hope this lives up to your expectations – the reviews have been awesome so far!!!! Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!!!!

Tiny recap: Logan and Rory ran into each other at HPG's offices in Hartford, CT after 4 months without contact (because of the drama that went down at Richard Gilmore's funeral). Their second meet was awkward at best, but Marci (Mitchum's secretary) sent them on a lunch 'date' and our favorite pairing played twenty questions, which was fun and flirty, before a phone call caused their lunch to end abruptly….

Disclaimer: I do not own GG.

Marci smirked as she stood up from her desk, greeting an annoyed looking Logan and a slightly nervous looking Rory. "Must have been a wonderful lunch."

Her playful tone caused Logan to question Marci's innocence in regard to the spontaneous lunch-date, but he refrained from asking as a bigger and more daunting task lay at hand.

"How is he, Marci?"

She raised her hands as she shrugged, "The usual. You know how he gets when he has to wait…" Marci shook her head and a crooked smile appeared on her face, "He said to send you both in."

Logan was baffled by the announcement. Why on earth would Mitchum want to see Rory – the lowly features reporter - together with him – The London Publication Manager? Logan stole a sideways glance at the girl next to him and he was somewhat relieved that she shared his apparent confusion. At least the pair of them was left in the dark, rather than this being his own personal surprise party.

"Hurry on now," Marci said, gesturing for them to enter Mitchum's office, "And I'll be right here waiting when you get out," she added in an amused tone.

He sighed deeply, resting his hand on the door handle. "Now or never, right Ace?" Logan said, cocking his head toward the door. Rory shot him a weak smile, as he proceeded to open the door.

"Wonderful to see you, Rory!"

The warm tone in Mitchum's voice caused Logan to raise a suspicious eyebrow, especially as he noted that Rory seemed to relax immediately.

"How are you, Mitchum?" she said with a bright smile, "I'm terribly sorry…lunch ran late."

"Nonsense," he exclaimed, raising his hand to stop her apologies, "I know how you Gilmores can pack away food!" Logan watched as Rory and his father exchanged a knowing smile, before Mitchum switched his gaze to him.

"Logan." The usual coldness was back in Mitchum's tone.

"Dad." The young Huntzberger nodded his greeting, matching the iciness in his fathers' tone as he spoke. The tension that suddenly filled the room disappeared as soon as Mitchum broke eye contact with his son.

"Please, both sit." He gestured at the leather seats in front of his large desk.

"Now, Rory," he continued as soon as Rory and Logan found their seats, "Tell me; how have you been? Would you like some coffee?"

"You never have to ask me that, Mitchum," Rory chuckled.

Mitchum shot her a smile, before ordering Marci to fetch three cups of coffee. "Now that's out of the way, tell me what you've been up to…"

"Shouldn't we be having a meeting?" she asked carefully, not noticing the look Logan shot her – how dare she question the Great Mitchum Huntzberger? But he needn't have worried as Mitchum let out a loud laugh.

"This is the meeting, Gilmore!"

A small smile appeared on Rory's face, and she wrapped her hands around the coffee mug Marci had just placed before her, as if she was buckling down for a good heart-to-heart with a girlfriend. "I've been good, Mitchum. I love features; I'm working on a great piece on small town art festivals…."

Mitchum nodded approvingly. "Wonderful. How's Gregory treating you?"

"Oh, Greg is great. Best boss a girl could have!" she practically beamed as she spoke.

"Good. And in real life? How's your grandmother…?"

Rory's smile pulled into a frown at the thought of her grandmother. "She's doing okay, considering…," she let out a deep sigh, "you know."

Logan watched in bewilderment as the conversation unfolded before him. Mitchum actually smiled at Rory's enthusiasm about her job and his features softened at the mention of her grieving grandmother. Logan would have never guessed the girl next to him shared a father-like bond with the man he despised. What's more, he couldn't deny the pang of jealously he felt as his mysterious girl continued to converse – completely at ease – with his father.

"Excuse me," Logan interrupted taking snooty tone, "but can we get this meeting underway? I've got a conference call in an hour…"

"It didn't seem to stop you from taking a two hour lunch," Mitchum shot him a snide smile, "but I suppose a conference call is far more important than a face-to-face meeting?"

Logan wanted to slap that smug look clear off Mitchum face considering that the only reason Logan needed to call-in was because his father summoned him to this blasted meeting, which apparently consisted of him listening to Mitchum and Rory banter. He clenched his fist in anger, but relaxed it almost instantly, deciding it wasn't worth it.

"I'm sorry," he managed through gritted teeth.

Rory, as if sensing Logan's frustration added, "I shouldn't have ordered that fifth cappuccino, Mitchum."

Logan watched in awe as his father melted at the sight of Rory's big eyes and slightly pleading pout.

"You and your coffee…" he sighed, amusement leaking through his tone. "I'll have Marci bring more," Mitchum continued, stealing a look at Logan's still-full mug. "Drink your coffee, son."

If he had paid any sort of attention over the years Mitch would have known Logan thought coffee was the devil's water.

"I'm not a big fan, Dad," Logan said simply as he handed his mug to Rory, who by now was eagerly eyeing the beverage.

"Logan is a Coke-man," Rory told Mitchum, "The fizzy drink, obviously, not the powder variety… "

"I see," Mitchum said, distance retaking his tone and the 'pleasant' conversation came to a halt as he downed the last sip of his brew, cleared his throat and started.

"Well, Rory, first I'd like to start off saying that I'm pleased you've been enjoying features so much. I've read your pieces with great pleasure – they are real first-class, ace work."

Logan and Rory sharked a knowing look.

"Greg has been keeping me up to date and he too is excited about your work and excited about your possibilities for growth within our organization…"

"Thank-you, Mitchum," Rory said with a polite nod.

"Now, of course, I didn't just bring you here to compliment you…."

Rory shot Mitchum an expectant smile, and Logan continued to exchange confused looks between his father and his…what really? She wasn't his to have and, more to the point, he himself wasn't sure he wanted that. Jet-lag and the fact that he simply had no desire to partake in this meeting just added to his confusion.

"Seriously?" Rory's excited shriek yanked him from his thoughts immediately.

"Yes, seriously. Obviously you were too…" Mitchum paused, weighing his words carefully, "…immature to deal with the pressures of the program last time the opportunity arose…"

Rory looked away embarrassed, but perked up as Mitchum brushed passed the allusion to her wild teenaged years. "But in recent months you've really shown me what you are capable of…"

She interjected with a playful laugh, "This from the man who wanted me to start out as editor-in-chief!"

Logan's eyes widened in surprise as a rumble of laughter came from Mitchum for he was sure Rory's comment would enrage his father. "Touché, Gilmore." Mitchum smiled softly, "Your grandfather managed to talk some sense into me…"

A heavy silence fell over the room at the mention of the late Richard Gilmore.

"He would be proud of you, Rory."

She nodded softly, though the sadness that graced her features was definitely noticed by Logan. He stopped himself from reaching for her hand. Instead, he decided that shooting his dad an irritated look would be a fitting alternative.

"I'm sorry, Dad, but why am I here for this?"

Mitchum scoffed. "You would have known if you'd been paying attention!" He was spared of a further verbal lashing as Mitchum continued. "Rory is going to be a participant in the 'For the Future' program in London which is…"

He deliberately stopped talking and glared at Logan. He knew it was a test. Mitchum wanted Logan to explain the 'For the Future' program.

"The prestigious program I chair," Logan carried on in a dull voice. "All the industry greats gather at Huntzberger Publishing's European headquarters and over the course of three months spectacular classes are taught, workshops given and specially organized dinners and luncheons give the great writers of tomorrow a once in a lifetime opportunity to pick the brains of the leading people in the industry. At the end of this exciting yet challenging program the Board will award the star student with a position at HPG…"

Mitchum raised his hand and indicated that he'd heard enough. Logan couldn't help but smirk; he knew reciting the exact lines of the informational pamphlet would rile up his father.

"Pretty nice gig, Miss Gilmore," Logan told Rory and she shot him a small smile.

Meanwhile, he still wasn't sure why Mitchum summoned him to his office to hear about Rory's participation in the program. He had received the information on the other hundred or so applicant's months ago in a forwarded e-mail from Marci. Besides, Rory had secured a position at HPG so why she wanted to join was a complete mystery to him.

"Didn't admissions close months ago?" Logan asked, earning a frown from his father.

"They did," he acknowledged curtly, "but Rory is a special case."

Logan exchanged a quick glance between a slightly embarrassed Rory and Mitchum. "Okay," he shrugged. "So, Rory's on the program. I'm still not quite sure why I'm for this…"

"You are here because I called you here," Mitchum told him in a booming voice. "Rory is a Gilmore heiress. Do you honestly think Richard would allow her to travel to Europe without a chaperone? Without someone to keep an eye on her?"

Logan stole a glance at an increasingly embarrassed looking Rory. "No?"

"The girl has always talked about the Futures program, but Richard and Rory could never come to agreement…."

"I wanted to go by myself," Rory interjected quickly, "be a normal girl. But Grandpa wanted fifty bodyguards to tag along and for me to stay in some suite…."

"Richard and I talked about this, Rory," Mitchum told the girl, "He approved."

"Of what exactly?" Logan asked, but he really needn't as he had a pretty good idea of where this little exchange was headed.

"You keeping an eye on Rory while she's in London."

Logan shot Rory a surprised look and her mouth dropped in shock. "Mitchum, really, that's not necessary…" she managed to say, but Mitchum cut her off.

"Nonsense! This way you can participate in the program like a normal girl and we can relax knowing that Logan and his security team are keeping an eye on you. I've called ahead and made sure you are allotted an apartment in his building…"

"What?" She sounded appalled at the idea.

"Several participants are staying in that building, Rory. The rest is staying with guest families. It's not any form of special treatment." Mitchum knew the Gilmore girl wasn't completely convinced.

"It's what Richard wanted," he told her, laying the guilt on thick. "He wanted you to pursue your dreams."

"I know," she said in a small voice and swallowed hard, knowing that this sounded like something her grandfather would have contrived. If she wanted to go to Futures she knew she needed to play by his rules. The embarrassment Rory felt by forcing Logan to go along with this ridiculous plan and the awkwardness that was sure to burden their budding "relationship" was overshadowed by the opportunity to finally live her childhood dream.

"So, when do I leave?" she asked Mitchum with a bright smile.

The old Huntzberger laughed, "I knew you'd come around. Why don't you call your mother with the good news?"

Rory nodded eagerly and left the room, making sure her gaze didn't trail to Logan. She didn't want to know if he was absolutely disgusted by her families manipulating ways.

As soon as the door closed, Mitchum locked eyes with Logan. "You are to treat her as a sister."

"I'm offended that you'd think otherwise."

Mitchum shot the boy a pointed look. "Do not bullshit me, son," he warned, "I'm not in the mood for your jokes…"

"She's an adult, Dad…Why did you even consider this ludicrous arrangement if you are so concerned about my assumed ladies man status?" he interject hotly.

"I made Richard a promise to look after that girl." The older Huntzberger took a sip of his coffee and shrugged. "Richard's death absolutely devastated her; she's been miserable. She's been looking forward to this for as long as I care to remember. This will put her mind off him and she'll be able to use some of her writing talents for the greater good, instead of wasting them on writing DAR menus."

Logan ran a hand through his hair. The warm in his father's eyes as he spoke about Rory had caught him by surprise. Frankly, this whole meeting was out of the ordinary. He had never really cared all too much about the Futures program – as if he had time to deal with a hundred overachievers who worshipped the ground he and his father walked on.

Still, the prospect of spending three months with Rory sounded interesting to say the least, even if he was being forced to watch her and treat her like a sister.

"Alright," Logan sighed finally, "I'll babysit her, if that'll make you happy."

A faint smile appeared on Mitchum's face. "If I find out that you've so much as looked at her funny, your trust is cancelled!"

Logan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Dad.."

"No discussion, Logan." Mitchum told him firmly, "It's not just your ass that's on the line. Its HPG's as a respectable company, the integrity of the program, Rory…. Everything comes back to me. You've got that?"

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and granted his father a fake smile instead. "Sure."

"Just don't give any wrong impressions…."

"Okay!" Logan exclaimed, now becoming annoyed – his father made him out to be some kind of horn dog with an insatiable appetite for sex.

"Treat. Like. Sister. I've got it, Dad."

Mitchum frowned deeply in thought, as if Logan had just made him an offer. After a few moments of tense silence, the man stuck out his hand and Logan shook it, sealing their agreement.

Logan walked out of Mitchum's office, still reeling from the effects of his meeting with Mitchum.

"She's downstairs in the lobby," Marci called from behind her desk. Logan simply waved his thanks at her and he stepped onto the awaiting elevator.

He couldn't help but smile as the elevator doors opened. Rory was standing in the corning, back to him, nattering away on her phone. He let his eyes travel a moment, from her chestnut brown bun, to her lean back, perfect rear, long legs and finally dragging his eyes back to steal another look at her ass. Logan approached her, just as she was ending the conversation and rested his hand on the small of her back.

"Hey."

As if it were a familiar occurrence between the two, she leaned back into him and looked up. "Hey."

Her tone may have been at ease and the crooked smile she granted him may have been involuntary, but the way her eyes darted back and forth gave her insecurity away. Logan understood where she was coming from though. Not many girls would be okay with having the guy they shared an intimate lunch with turn into a babysitter.

"Don't worry about it," he reassured her.

Rory pulled away and shot him an unconvinced look. "I never thought…"

"I know," he nodded, before raising his eyebrows and nodding again, adding emphasis, "Believe me, I know."

A soft laugh escaped her lips.

"At least they care about you!" Logan said, with a mock-accusatory tone.

Rory rolled her eyes. "Mitchum cares about you, too," she said, but her tone didn't sound all too convinced.

This time, Logan rolled his eyes and decided to leave the topic of Mitchum for now.

"So, London?"

"London." Rory nodded happily, absentmindedly brushing her palm against Logan's chest.

The unexpected touch was all but enough for Logan to lean in and kiss the girl but Mitchum's voice boomed in the back of his mind.

Sister.

He swallowed hard, trying to eliminate that uneasy feeling that crept over him. He was crazy; Mitchum was crazy. And he was sure that if he told Rory, she'd find it crazy. Then again, he didn't want to tell her. Maybe she really did think of him as a brother, or worse – a friend - and that would be too much to handle all in one day.

"Are you listening?"

"Sorry," Logan winced, dropping his head. He waited a beat, before lifting it slowly revealing his apologetic face. "Jet lag?"

She smirked, "I'll believe it." He shot her an appreciative smile and waited for her to continue.

"I was saying that you should pick me up from the airport and take me to get those famous pub burgers you were going on and on about…"

"What makes you think I'll be picking you up?" he asked with confusion lacing his tone.

Rory cocked her head to the side and pointed behind her. "Weren't you just at that meeting?"

"I was. Great fun." He couldn't help the sarcasm that seeped through his tone. "What I meant was that if I were picking you up at the airport, you'd be flying in alone…" Logan trailed off as he watched Rory's face pale considerably.

"You hadn't thought about it," he said slowly as he watched her eyes grow wide in worry. "Hey, don't worry. I'll fly with you."

She fixed her gaze to his. "I thought you had meetings and stuff in London?"

He shrugged. "I'll reschedule," he told her, pulling his face into a smirk.

"Are you sure?" She asked a little hesitantly.

"Absolutely," he chuckled. "Wouldn't want a Future Writer to bail because of something silly like flying. I'll book the jet for 10:00 am Friday. Futures starts Monday afternoon, so that'll give you enough time to get over the jetlag… "

Rory shot him a megawatt smile and clapped her hands excitedly. "Thank-you so much!" In another uncalculated move, she pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Thank-you," she whispered as she pulled back, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, before walking away from him.

"Where you going, B?" he called out after her.

"Packing!" If she'd dared to look back, she would have seen the huge smile gracing Logan's face.

"I'll pick you up at 8:00 on Friday!"

She raised her right arm and waved it above her head, letting him know that his message was heard, before she joined the masses in exiting through the revolving door. He watched her go, resting his hand on his right cheek. Rory Gilmore was some girl; never had something as innocent as a peck on the cheek make him feel all sorts of crazy. If Logan could ever truly love a girl, he'd want it to be her.

Instead, he promised to love her like a sister.

Me again. So I know this leaves some issues unresolved - the date - but both were too caught up by Mitchum announcement that they aren't thinking about that right now. This will be dealt with next chapter.

Speaking about that, I try to keep my stories realistic and I get that it's a little farfetched that good old Mitchum is sending them to London, but I don't think it's too crazy. I know secret identity, writing training camps and Logan-is-the-boss fics have been done before, but I don't think they've ever been combined like this and I thought it would be cool. Let me know if there is one out there, though, I wouldn't want to be ripping anyone off.

What else. Oh. Finn will be in London, since he's still living with Logan and I think the Rory-Finn interaction will be funny. Also wanting your input as to how much Lorelai I should add. Rory and Lorelai's bond is as strong as ever; she's just not had much opportunity to be in this fic, since I was just focusing on Rogan – but if you are missing Lorelai I'll write her. Again, really, really sorry for the delay in updating. I love to write for all my fics – time is my enemy, not writer's block or anything unbearable like that! Sorry for the rambling AN, but don't forget to review and much, much love always!!