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After map-questing the directions, Logan finds himself on the road to the Dragonfly Inn on Saturday morning. He debates calling first, then figures his best shot is a surprise attack. He will ambush Lorelei and make her hear him.

The Inn is quaint and charming. He can see its appeal. At the front desk, he is "greeted" by an irritated French man. This must be Michel.

"I'm looking for Lorelei," he says uncertainly.

"She iz wiz ze seerup dreenk-ehs," Michel responds, not looking up from what he is doing.

"Can I wait for her?"

"I suppose."

Logan looks around and sees a living room with a couch. He settles in and practices his speech. He is more nervous than he can ever remember being.

Remember- Sincere and honest only. Lorelei does not care about my charm.

She enters the room, and he rises slowly, timidly. "Hi."

"Hello," she says coolly.

"I was gonna call you, but I figured you wouldn't take the call."

"Yeah, you figured right," she replies in a terse manner.

Shit, she does not like me. "I just need a minute." He nervously rubs his chin.

"Okay." She sits, and he does the same.

He takes a deep breath and begins the words he has practiced the whole way here. "Look, I know I am not your favorite person in the world-"

"No you're definitely low on the list," Lorelei interrupts him. "Right above the guy who thought up small pox blankets."

Ouch. That's harsh. "Well in my defense, I think I'm a notch or two higher than that."

"You're not exactly in a position to comment on that, are you?"

"No." This is not going to work. I should leave.

"No, in fact, let's take inventory of all the delightful things that have happened since you waltzed into my daughter's life. She was arrested, convicted, she's on probation. She'll have a criminal record unless she can get it expunged."

That was her idea. And our lawyer could have gotten her out of it.

"She dropped out of school, moved out of my house."

I told her to stay at Yale.

"She didn't speak to me for five months, three weeks, and sixteen days. Oh wait, come to think of it, you are my favorite person."

But I didn't… "Okay, I can defend myself on one or two of those points."

"No, you can't," Lorelei cuts him off. "Why are you here?"

Honest. "I miss her, okay? I made a mistake, and I'm trying to rectify it, but nothing is working. She won't talk to me."

"Can you blame her?" Lorelei asks sarcastically.

"No, but I'm doing everything I can. Flowers, gifts-"

"All your old stand-bys, huh?"

"-books, coffee cart," he continues on, ignoring that snide comment. "I'm trying to show her how I feel."

"And it sounds to me like she is trying to show you how she feels."

She's probably right. She knows Rory better than anybody. "Look, I figured this was a suicide mission, okay? It's probably something you and Rory will laugh about for years to come. But I'm not giving up until I exhaust all my options, and asking for your help is one of them."

"You're seriously here to ask for my help with Rory? This is not a joke?"

Okay, she's listening now. "I'm going for broke here."

"Well," she relents with a sigh, "you've got moxie, my friend. I'll give you that."

"I think I get it from my dad."

"I hate your dad."

Bingo. "Me too. See? We have things in common here, you and me. Maybe this isn't so crazy." He gives her his most charming smile.

She gives him a tight smile in return. This is the opening he has been waiting for. He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"Can I tell you something? Something that I haven't even been able to tell Rory yet?"

"Okay, but why can't you tell Rory?

"Because it makes me seem like an idiot. You'll love it."

Lorelei finally gives him a legitimate smile.

"I was so jealous when I saw her with Jess, and she-"

"Jess? Mariano? When did she see Jess?"

"Um, before Thanksgiving."

"Jess is a punk. She should not be seeing him."

"Well, now we have two things in common," he smiles. "But she did see him, and we fought about it. She told me she needed some space," he trails off.

"I thought she was choosing him over me. I thought she broke up with me- for him. Rory is my first real relationship, and we'd never argued before, at least not like that. I honestly thought she dumped me. My sister has since straightened me out. It sounds so dumb looking back on it now, but I just didn't know the difference."

"Logan-"

"Wait. I'm not done. You accused me of using all my 'old stand-bys,' but that's not true. I've never done anything like this for a girl. I don't usually have to work so hard, and I've never really cared if something was over. My dad is an ass, and when he screws up, this is what he does. Flowers, jewelry. I tried to do things Rory could appreciate, but… I mean, my parents have a terrible marriage so it's probably not the right thing to emulate. It's not like I have your parents to model after."

"Logan-"

"You don't know us together, but Rory and I are really good for each other," he rushes. "She keeps me grounded, and she makes me want to be a better person."

"Logan-"

"And I help her live a little, have fun, be young. Maybe that's not what her mother wants to hear, but Rory needs me to help her be more spontaneous."

"Logan-"

"And Lorelei, I love her, and I want to make all this right. Because I am miserable without her." He finally takes a breath. It feels good to get all of that off his chest.

Lorelei says nothing for a moment. Then she grins. "You done?" He nods. "How long have you been practicing that?"

"For a while," he grins back. "But it's all true."

She stares at him for what feels like an eternity. He doesn't know what else to say. He has bared his soul in the most embarrassing way. If this doesn't work, it's over.

"Wait here," she tells him and walks over to the front desk.

His head is spinning. He is unsure of his next move.

After a few minutes, Lorelei returns and hands him a sealed envelope. "Take this to Rory. Do not read it." She shows him her signature over the flap. She turns around to leave.

"What does it say?" he calls after her.

"I'll see you around, Logan," she says without turning back to him.

He leaves the Dragonfly, unsure if he is better or worse off. She wouldn't have said she'd see me around if she didn't approve, right?

He pulls to a four-way stop just outside of Stars Hollow where a teenager is selling donuts. Ace would appreciate some donuts even if this letter seals my fate. He pays for the box and notices the sticker on top. "Stars Hollow High thanks you for your support." Perfect.

The entire ride back to Yale is spent brainstorming ways to open the letter without Rory knowing. He doesn't want to hand her a letter that says "Logan's a dick. Don't take him back." He is just going to have to risk it. This may be his last shot.

He pulls up to Rory's apartment, thinking again that Rory has got to move. He trudges up the stairs and knocks on her door a few times. Looks like another day spent hanging around outside her door. I've got to start carrying a book with me.

After 20 minutes, he decides it is time to leave. He stands up just as he hears her come up the stairs. She sees him and brushes past to her door, completely ignoring him.

Shit. Offer the donuts.

"I come bearing gifts."

"I have to unlock the door," she says coldly.

That gives me a full three minutes. "You can't say no to these. I know you- it's biologically impossible," he rushes.

"Oh, yeah?" She glances at the open box. "No."

Well then. He closes the donuts. Just keep talking. Get in the apartment. "That seems cumbersome."

"You get used to it."

"You get the coffee cart?" Not to brag, but that took some work.

"You really think we're gonna chit-chat?"

"I just wanted to know." Seriously, it took a lot of work.

"Yeah, I got it. And the flowers and the books and the candles and the fruit. What's next on the list? A marching band? A parrot who says 'I'm sorry'? You have to go."

"Wait." Actually, next on the list is my last chance. He shows her the letter.

"What's that? A subpoena?"

"It's a note from your mother."

"You're kidding," Rory says, dumbfounded.

"Check out the handwriting. Dragonfly stationary. Can we get out of the hallway?"

Rory kicks the door twice and opens it. Is she letting me in?

The scent of flowers is overwhelming, and he realizes he may have overdone it. Concentrate! You're in the apartment.

"I went to see her at her inn. We talked a little. It was a tad humiliating. She told me to wait and she came back with this. She said to give it to you."

"What's it say?" she asks tentatively.

I wish I knew. "I was instructed not to read it. She even signed the seal on the envelope to make sure."

"You have no idea what this says?"

Logan sighs. "None."

Rory opens the letter and begins reading.

His heart is pounding. "What does it say?"

She shushes him and keeps reading.

Shit. This can't be good. "What's it say?"

"Shhh." I wonder if Lorelei told her about…

Rory giggles. Yup, she definitely told her how idiotic I am.

"What does it say?" he demands.

"Shhh."

"Come on, Ace. You're laughing. Is that good or bad?"

"Hmmm. Yep." She says, ignoring him and giggling again.

"Just give me some indication whether it's good or bad," he begs. "Something. Anything…"

"Okay, fine," he continues. "Just tell me- is there anything in there about giving me a second chance?"

Rory finally looks up. "I'd have to re-read it," she says smugly.

"Please don't do that, Ace. Come on. Come out with me. Let me make it up to you."

She looks at him, and he can feel her weakening. "Maybe dinner."

"When?" Logan pushes.

"I'll have to check my schedule," she rolls her eyes.

"Check it," he presses.

"I can't do it right now." She gestures to all the books on the couch.

"So…" he says, knowing it will make her smile.

"I'll call you."

YES! "Good enough, good enough. You promise you'll call?"

"Leave the donuts."

He hands her the box and leaves before she can change her mind. As he closes the door behind him, he breathes a sigh of relief. He feels lighter than he has felt in months. She smiled at me.

Saturday night, Logan heads into Rich Man's Shoe with Finn and Colin. It is the first time he has been there since he and Rory broke up.

"So, what are we celebrating, mate?" Finn asks as they settle into their booth.

"Gentlemen. This afternoon, Rory finally agreed to a date. Now, I haven't pinned her down to an actual date yet, but, it's progress."

"Of course she has. You were relentless," Colin says. "We're very proud of your tenacity," he mocks.

"Seriously, I know I have been a pain in the ass recently, and I appreciate you guys sticking by me."

"Are we getting smaltzy tonight? Okay. Finn, you have been the most amazing-"

"Shut up! I'm serious. And I need your help planning the perfect date. Big. Romantic."

"I took a girl to Chianti last week," Finn offers. "Very romantic. She blew me in the car on the way home."

Logan rolls his eyes.

"Is Rory kinky like that?" Colin asks.

"Shut the fuck up, man. But Chianti is a good idea, Finn. Thanks."

"No problem. Now if you do get road head, I deserve details."

Sunday afternoon, Logan attempts a phone call. Rory answers after two rings.

"Does this phone call come with any hidden gifts I should be aware of?"

"No. I'll stop all that if you want me to. It's just been hard to get your attention."

"I didn't know Logan Huntzberger ever had problems getting girls' attention."

"Well, certain girls can be very stubborn."

"You've always wanted what you can't have," Rory comes back at him.

"Not anymore. I know what I want. I want you. Some of you. All of you. Whatever you'll give me."

Rory is quiet for a few minutes.

"Hey. Are you okay?" he asks tentatively.

"Yes. I'm just not used to you being so…I don't know… verbal about your feelings."

"I'm gonna do better Rory. I promise you. I am so much more scared of losing you than I ever was of committing to you."

She is quiet again.

Did I push too far?

"Okay, so what can I tell you about the junk food in the dining halls?"

He laughs. "So you have been reading my emails! Talk to me about breakfast first…"

Monday morning, Logan waits for Rory at the coffee cart before class. She had agreed last night, but his butterflies think otherwise. He anxiously sits with two cups of coffee.

She enters the quad completely engrossed in what she is reading. Her bag bumps the bike rack almost toppling the bikes that are parked there. He laughs as she approaches.

"What's so funny?" she asks as he hands her a coffee.

"You're just such a spazz. But it's adorable."

She grins, and Logan can feel his face lighting up too. We can get to normal again.

They chat easily, even mildly flirting, for five minutes or so, until Rory has to leave for class.

"Maybe I'll see you here later, Huntzberger," she says as she heads off.

She's trying hard, but she is not going to be able to resist me for much longer.

He actually does not see her for the rest of the day. Disappointed, he writes her an email.

Dear Rory,

Today made me realize just how much I have missed our everyday routine. I miss drinking coffee with you. I miss "arguing" with you. I miss hearing about your day. I miss going to bed together at night and waking up together in the morning. Of course, I also miss the good stuff that happens in between those two events. (I miss how you blush when I talk about sex.)

I just miss you. So much.

Love, Logan

PS- Do I still make you blush?

For good measure, he texts her: "Check your email."

Ten minutes later, his phone chimes.

"Yes, I'm blushing. Coffee tomorrow?"

He smiles and responds, "Same time, same place."

Tomorrow I am locking this date down.