AN: Here is the latest chapter! I would really, really, really love some more feedback! Thanks, and enjoy!
Logan woke with a smile on his face, he had slept better than he had in years. He turned to put his arm around Rory, and pull her in, only to find the other side of the bed empty.
His eyes shot open, and he sat up quickly, sending a piece of paper flying. He grabbed for it, and looking at the note, he felt his heart sink.
The note only read "I'm sorry" in Rory's distinct handwriting. He hopped out of bed and ran out into the living area, only to find it empty. Rory was gone. Looking around, Logan realised that the pool house was devoid of any sign that Rory Gilmore had even been here, except for him and his trail of clothes on the floor. He scrambled to find his pants, grabbed his cell phone and called Finn.
No answer. He tried again, and again, and again, until finally Finn picked up the phone.
"Mate, it's six am, someone better be dead or dying for you to wake me up at this ungodly hour." Finn answered.
"Finn I need Rory's number. Now" Logan spoke so fast, he ran all of his words together.
"You haven't seen the lass in eight years, what on earth makes it so important that you need her number now, of all times?"
"I saw her last night."
"And?" Finn questioned.
"I missed the memorial service, but I arrived afterward."
"A lovely service, and a lovely eulogy by reporter girl. But when I didn't see you there, I didn't think you wanted to go anymore." Finn replied.
"Look Finn, enough chit chat, I need her number, NOW." Logan practically yelled at his friend.
"Mate can I call you back in a few hours? We can discuss this then, more rationally, when I am actually awake." Finn responded
"Finn, this is important!"
"If she didn't want to see you last night, what do you think calling her before the sun is even up is going to help you accomplish?" Finn asked.
Logan hesitated, unsure whether or not he should tell him. He paused, took a breath, and decided he needed to get it over with. "Finn, I slept with her last night, in the pool house. When I woke up she was gone."
Finn quickly rattled off the number, and as a goodbye told Logan "go get our girl."
Logan called Rory, no answer.
He quickly scrambled into his clothes from the night before, continuing to try and call her, leaving message after message for her to call him back. There was no point in staying here though, it looked as if she had no intention to return. He took one last look at the pool house, sighed and headed toward his car, note in hand.
After sitting in the car for several minutes he debated what his next plan should be. Heading back to his parents was not going to happen, he didn't want to explain himself to them, having been out all night after having seen Rory. They wouldn't understand, so instead Logan started the car, and headed toward his brownstone in New York.
Arriving in New York a few hours later, still no news from Rory, Logan felt dejected and angry. How could she do this to him? After all they've been through, he couldn't understand it. He had thought last night was something special, that it would bring them back together, not to send her running. How could she, he gave her everything he had, and yet again, she had stomped on his heart, he at least deserved to know why. Why wasn't he good enough for her? What had he done to deserve this? It may have only been 9am, but Logan poured himself a drink, and then another, and another, and after sufficiently attempting to numb the pain for a few hours at least, climbed into his bed.
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Rory cursed herself silently as she drove down the interstate. She wasn't even fully sure of where she was going until she found herself coming up upon New York. This was perfect, she thought. Millions of people in this city, a perfect way to stay anonymous for a few days until it was time to head back to work. She quickly found herself a hotel and checked in. Plunking down on the bed she finally took her cellphone out, twenty-three missed calls, all from the same number.
Twenty-three missed calls, and twenty-three voicemails, all from Logan Huntzberger, asking her to call him back in a variety of ways. Sitting there, listening to his voice, she felt the tears start to well up again. She deleted the voicemails and headed to the shower where she could cry it out with the hot water hitting her, a cleansing experience she had grown accustomed to on those first few months on the Obama campaign.
Climbing out of the shower, throwing on the complementary robe she sat down on the bed and plucked up the courage to call her mother.
"Good morning offspring"
Rory thanked her luck that clearly, no one had gone to check on her in the pool house yet this morning.
"Mom, hi" Rory said, trying to come up with some explanation for why she was no longer in Hartford.
She couldn't bear to tell her mother about what happened last night with Logan. Lorelai just wouldn't understand. She had never been Logan's biggest fan, and although she had given her blessing, Rory could tell that her mother was relieved when she turned down Logan's proposal.
"Look mom, I'm really sorry. There was an emergency at work, I got called back in." Rory lied.
"Rory you only have a few days left, you're on a leave of absence until Monday." Lorelai grumbled.
"Mom, It's important, I'm sorry!" Rory responded.
"Well why don't you come in the house and tell me about it over some coffee, or I can bring the coffee to you and help you pack."
Rory bit her lip, "well mom, that's the thing. I'm already gone. I got the call a few hours ago, so I got up, packed my things, and headed out. I didn't want to wake anyone up."
"Rory, that's not like you" Lorelai said, shocked at the fact that it happened.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"What aren't you telling me, my child?" Lorelai asked.
"Nothing, really, Mom. I just really had to get going right away."
"This doesn't have anything to do with Logan does it?" Lorelai hadn't seen her daughter since she had spotted him at the reception last night, and was concerned.
"No mom, really, why would you think that?" Rory asked, trying to mask her panic.
"Maybe because, I saw him last night at the at the reception. He disappeared quickly and I didn't see him again, or you for that matter." Lorelai told her.
"No mom, I can assure you that this has nothing to do with Logan. I just couldn't take the reception anymore. Too many people offering condolences, asking questions, I just needed some quiet time. I went back to the pool house, and went to bed."
"Alone?" Lorelai asked.
"Yes alone" Rory cursed her mother for knowing her too well.
"Anyway mom, I am just about to go into a meeting, then I am off on the open road again. I'll call you when I can. Give my love to Grandma and Luke."
Rory hung up the phone before she gave Lorelai the chance to respond, hoping that Lorelai didn't see through all the lies she just told her mother.
She hated herself for lying to her mother, but what else could she do? She wasn't prepared to tell her mother what happened with Logan, she wasn't ready to even think about it herself. After sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, for almost an hour Rory got up, got dressed, and decided to do what Gilmore's do best. It was time to go out in search of some coffee.