AN: okay guys. Third and final chapter. I hope by then end you hate Rory a little less since she really wasn't supposed to be the villian in this. I've got Katie's prompt at the end for you so you can read it and evaluate how well I did writing this story for her. I hope it met all her expectations, and everyone elses too. Thanks for reading guys.

Logan checked his hair for the millionth time in the hallway mirror, attempting to pat down a particularly unruly cowlick. Damn Honor and her logic. He wanted to hate Rory. He wanted to sulk and brood and blame all of his life's woes on her. But Honor was right. He loved her so he had to make this sacrifice. She was leaving in twenty-four hours. He couldn't just wait around for her to come crawling back to him. If he did, he would most likely lose the most important thing in his life—if he hadn't already. He should still be passed out drunk, face first in his mattress but instead he was fully dressed and futzing over his hair like a girl. It was absurd, really, as though Rory even cared how neat his hair looked. The truth was, he was really just procrastinating, trying to build up the courage to walk out of the flat and head across the city to Paris' place. Since when was he this chicken?

With a determined nod of his head, he turned to the coat rack and shucked his jacket and scarf on, pulling his leather gloves from his pocket and slipping them on his hands. He took his keys off the entrance table.

"Hi," someone squeaked as he opened the door, bringing their hand down from its position poised to knock, and stuffing it in their pocket.

"Hi." He smirked at the girl standing before him. His nerves had suddenly seemed to vanish and he was actually feeling quite smug as Rory shuffled her feet awkwardly on the stoop. It seemed things might turn out better than he had hoped.

"Can I uh…come in?" Logan stepped aside and held up his arm in a welcoming gesture.

"Mi casa es su casa," he replied, shutting the door behind her.

Rory didn't know how to reply to that so she turned to face the stairway to the right of Logan, avoiding his gaze. "I just needed to get some stuff for my, uh, trip," she offered. "Mom will be by at some point to get the rest. I might be a little while and it looks like you were going somewhere. You don't have to wait for me. I can lock up when I'm done…unless you want me to leave the key here. Or, I mean, I could just slip it under the door when I'm done except I just realized that the doors are weather proofed so there's no space to slide the key through. Ooh, but there's the mail slot. I'll just put the key through the mail slot when I'm done. Unless you want me to keep the key to give to Mom so she can let herself in to get my stuff. Of course I understand if you'd rather be here when she comes, it is your place after all…"

"Rory," he gently stopped her. She had started off slow and stumbling but had ended up in full-on ramble mode.

"Sorry." Her face flushed in embarrassment which only made Logan smile more.

"It's okay," he laughed. "I don't want your key back."

"Right, I'll just give it to Mom then. It's alright if she just stops by?"


"What?" she asked, her brow wrinkling in confusion.

He stepped in front of her and threaded his hands with hers. "Generally when people 'just stop by' and remove your things from your home it's called burglary. I tend to frown upon it as do most law enforcement agents." Logan removed his hands from hers, pulling her gloves off as he did.

"Logan," she protested.

"Rory," he mocked, beginning to unbutton her jacket.

"Don't do this, please." Despite her words, she made no move to stop him.

"Do what? Take your jacket? Because personally I thought it was a very host like thing to do, especially since you said you planned to be a while." He slid the coat off her shoulders and went to hang it on the coat rack by the door. He removed his own outerwear as well.

"Pretend like everything is okay," she clarified.

"I never said everything was okay," he admitted, walking back over to her. "But I want it to be, and you do too." He placed his hands on her hips

"I just want to get my stuff." She shrugged out of his hold.

"I know you, Rory. You're, blushing, rambling, avoiding my gaze, worrying your bottom lip. You're nervous. If you just wanted your stuff back you'd be in angry, defensive mode right now."

"Well thank you for the re-cap Captain Self Absorbed," she snapped. If he wanted angry, defensive mode, she'd show him angry, defensive mode. "Did you ever stop to think I might be nervous about something other than you?"

"Like what?"

"Umm, like starting a new job tomorrow? This is major, Logan! It's my dream. What if I suck? What if I'm this huge screw up? What if I can't do it?"

"You, Rory Gilmore, are amazing when you suck."

"Logan!" She slapped him on the arm and he replied with a chuckle.

"I'm just saying…"

"Can't you take anything seriously?"

"Sorry." He pressed his lips together to squelch his laugh. She was too cute when she was indignant.

"This isn't funny, I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm hardly ever going to be home. And you; you wanted to marry me. You deserve that. You deserve the girl who will fall into your arms when you ask that question. You deserve a girl who will walk down the aisle and say 'I do'. You deserve a girl who will start a family with you and be there every step of the way."

"But I want you." There was no more laughter in Logan's face. "And if you never turn out to be any of those things, I'll just have to deal because you're worth it."

"I don't want you to sacrifice all your dreams."

"They're only my dreams when you're in them, Rory. I can't just replace you with someone else. I never cared about any of those things before you, and I won't care about them without you."

"Don't say that!" She was tearing up now. She really did want that future for Logan. She wanted it with Logan. But she had to take this job. At the moment she was wondering how she ever could have thought it was a good idea, but she knew that when she was able to stop mourning her relationship with Logan for a moment, she'd remember all the reasons she'd wanted this. Whatever she chose, she was giving up something she cherished.

"Hey, don't cry," he soothed. He reached a hand up to thumb away the tears from her cheek.

"I'm going to miss you so much."

"I know. But you have to do this, Rory," he admitted, leaning his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry I freaked out the other night. I was just so scared of losing you…"

"Don't. Don't you dare apologize. You had every right to freak out. I totally didn't think. I was so excited when they called that I just reacted. I didn't even think about what it would mean. I'm such a self absorbed idiot that I didn't even realize that you wouldn't be just as excited as me."

"I get that, Rory. I do. You had tunnel vision, you weren't thinking. I didn't react so sanely to the news myself. I shouldn't have asked you to marry me; it put you in a horrible position of having to choose. You shouldn't have to choose. You should have everything you want."

"That was pretty stupid of you," she admitted shyly.

"Yeah?" he asked teasingly. "You think so?"

She bit her lip and nodded her head with a weak smile. "But I love you anyway."

"Well that's good to know. Does that mean you retract the whole breaking up with me thing?"

Rory felt the corner of her lips quirk into a bittersweet smile. "Well, we did already try that once. It didn't really work."

"I wasn't a fan," he agreed, pushing her gently into the wall. "So no breaking up?"

Rory shook her head. "No breaking up."

"Good because I really want to kiss you right now."

"I'm not stopping you."

Logan leaned in slowly, inhaling her scent. He was glad Honor had forced him to sober up for this because his Ace was a drug all her own. His lips caught hers, gently at first, but with rapidly growing need. He pressed her against the wall, pushing his own body up against hers, relishing the high that came with the first hit of that addictive substance.

He pulled away briefly to refill his lungs, but Rory wrapped her arms around his neck preventing him from going far. Once he was re-oxygenated he dipped his head down for another kiss, letting his hands wander to the hem of her jeans. He popped the button open and slid his hand down hoping to feel that she was just as excited to be back together as he was. He smirked into the kiss as his hand came in contact with lace.

"You were just here to pick up some stuff, huh?" he asked, not even bothering to remove his lips from hers as he spoke.

"Hmm?" she moaned, her mind barely able to process words.

"You're wearing those little, lacy panties I love."


"And I bet you're also wearing the matching bra." He reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head revealing a pink and purple lace number.

"Coincidence." She shrugged.

"You hate wearing those. You only put them on when you're trying to seduce me."

"Maybe I was just running low on clean underwear," she offered, "and that was one of the things I was here to pick up."

"You said the lace chafes your nipples."

"I did not!"

"Well you didn't use those exact words, but you did say it was itchy."

"Alright," she admitted. "So maybe a little part of me kind of hoped you might get a chance to see me in my underwear," she conceded. Logan lifted his eyebrows and gave her an incredulous look. "Fine, I was here to apologize and beg you to take me back, is that what you wanted to hear?" she sighed exasperatedly. She had really been hoping she never had to admit that.

"You're very sexy when you're admitting defeat."

"I'm glad you think so." She rolled her eyes but pulled him back to her, wanting to feel his lips on hers, and to distract him from her previous admission. He happily obliged, letting his hands wander over her silky skin, down her back to her butt. He hoisted her up, letting her wrap her legs around him and began backing up with her towards the stairs. He made it to the first step and immediately stumbled, almost dropping Rory on her ass. She giggled and squirmed out of his grasp.

"Well that didn't work as well as I wanted it to."

"Getting a little out of shape there, Huntzberger?" she teased, poking at his very in shape abs. "I think I detect some flab."

"Hey!" he objected. "I am a flawless specimen of a man, and don't you doubt it." He reached out to pick her up again but she maneuvered out of his grasp.

"Come on," she beckoned, already half way up the stairs. Logan laughed and paused a moment more to admire her butt in the tight jeans she was wearing before following after and chasing her into their room.

He tackled her onto the bed, with her wriggling underneath him trying to get away. "Gotcha," he announced.

"Let me go," she gasped between giggles.

"Not until I've proven to you what great shape I'm in." He used one hand to support his weight as he bent his head down to meet hers, and the other one pressed into Rory's hips to still her movement.

"Well, your lung capacity is still excellent," she conceded when he'd finally broken the kiss.

"I have many excellent qualities." He moved his lips away from hers and started trailing kisses down her neck, over her chest, until he'd reached the hem of her unbuttoned jeans. He sat up slightly to grasp them in his hands and pull them down, taking her shoes off at the same time. He quickly rid himself of his own shirt and pants before lowering his body back down to hers.

He ground his hips into hers and she bucked up to meet him, groaning with pleasure. She was desperate for him. She couldn't remember the last time they had gone two weeks without making love. She wasn't sure how she was going to survive a month. What had she been thinking? She was really beginning to regret taking this job. "God I missed you," she moaned.

"Mmm." It was the closest Logan could come to agreeing at the moment, as he was far too busy in the present to be lamenting the past. His hand skimmed down her side to cup her butt, slipping underneath the lacy fabric of the boyshort underwear she still had on. "How about we get you out of this itchy lace?" He nuzzled his nose between her bra clad breasts, more than ready to have access to all of her.

"Jerk," she pouted. Even in the midst of make up sex he could still find an opportunity to tease her. He would probably never let her live down the fact that she had 'come to pick up her stuff' in sexy lingerie.

"But you love me anyway." She could feel the corners of his lips twitch up into a smirk against her skin as he slipped his hands underneath her and deftly unclipped her bra.

"God only knows why." She arched her back to help him rid her of the clothing.

"Probably because I'm good in bed." He tossed her bra to the side. "Do you want me to kiss your chafed nipples all better?" he teased, leaning down to flick his tongue against the aforementioned body parts.

"More likely because you make me breakfast in bed." She ignored his second comment and tried not to moan in pleasure at his ministrations. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She managed to bite her tongue but her body betrayed her as her hands wound themselves into his hair to press his head down further onto her. He sucked one of her mounds into his mouth, laving her gently with his tongue. After a few minutes he switched his ministrations to the other side.

Rory couldn't take it anymore; she needed to feel him inside her. "Pants off." She steepled her knees and tried to use her feet to toe off his boxers but she wasn't quite flexible enough. Logan bit his lip trying not to laugh at how cute she was.

"Relax," he suggested, pushing her back against the bed and unwinding her legs from his waist. He sat up to dispose himself of his boxers and her of her panties. Once the final barriers between them were gone, so was Logan's restraint. In an instant he was inside of her and she gasped with pleasure at the long overdue feeling. He thrust into her again and again. Rory's head rolled back with pleasure. In what felt like no time at all, she felt herself coming to the edge and as she fell over it, all she could think of was how amazing it felt to be home.

They were snuggled up in bed, relishing the hours they had left together. Logan kept flashing back to his first trip home to her when he'd been living in London. He had had barely a day with her then, just like now. It was a life time to a Mayfly, but to him it was nothing. He knew they still needed to talk—to figure out how they were going to make this work. But the important part was that they had decided that they were going to make it work. The rest could wait. Right now he just wanted to be with her.

"Maybe it's not too late," she whispered. He almost didn't hear her despite the fact that the only sound in the room was the distant hum of the radiator.

"Too late for what?" he asked.

"To turn the job down." She turned around so that she was lying on her side facing him.

Logan blinked incredulously. "Rory, you start tomorrow."

"But I don't want to leave you." She didn't. She couldn't stand the thought of leaving him. Why had she taken the stupid job? She hadn't even taken time to consider it herself, let alone discuss it with Logan. And with each moment that passed, she was regretting her decision more. Even now that she knew she and Logan were going to be okay. Especially now.

"You want to be a foreign correspondent," he reminded her.

"Not if it means losing us."

"I thought we had established that it won't."

"We may not be breaking up, but it still won't be the same."

"I'm not thrilled about us being apart either, Rory, but you have a contract—you have to go. Besides, if you stay here because of me, you'll regret it. You may even resent me for it. I won't let that happen." He could barely believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. She was offering to stay, he should be ecstatic. So why was he telling her to go? What wasn't he jumping at the chance to keep her close…to keep her safe?

But he knew why. Because he owed her this. She had made every effort to keep their relationship going when he was living abroad. She had never asked him to stay; not even when he had asked her to. She had known then that London was something Logan needed to do, just like Rory needed to do this.

"I think you were right."

"That's nothing new," he teased, giving her a reassuring smile and ran his hand down her arm, entwining their fingers together. "About what in particular are you referring to?"

She chuckled softly. "About dreams. About how they change."


"No, really. I just…I don't think I want this like I thought I did."

"Of course you do. You're just scared."

"But I'm not supposed to be scared. I'm supposed to be excited. After we fought I thought I was just scared of being without you. I thought that once I got over the break-up that I would be just as thrilled as I was supposed to be. But I'm not, Logan. I'm still scared shitless."

"Language, Gilmore," Logan chastised with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a little and ease her worry.

"What if this is all wrong? What if I hate it?"

"Well then you'll come back home when your contract is up and you'll get a different job. And you'll do it knowing that you never gave up. Knowing that you took advantage of every opportunity life handed you. The contract's only for a year, after that you can do anything. You can get a job at a newspaper again, or you can take up art, or you can retire and live a life of leisure…" Rory raised her eyebrows at him. "Well, okay, so maybe that's not so much your style, but you get my point."

She smiled. "The point is I can do anything."


"I could marry you."

Logan's smile mirrored Rory's. "Now that I wouldn't say 'no' to…"


Logan nodded. "Really."

"Marry me…" Silence. "Logan….?"


"WHAT?" she shrieked, sitting up straight in the bed.

"God, I was kidding." He set an arm on her shoulder.

"Bad joke!"

"Sorry." He looked duly chastised. She lay back down next to him again.

"Don't do it again."

"You mean the next time a girl proposes to me?" he laughed. He threw and arm over her waist to pull her closer to him and place a kiss on her lips.

"Yeah, then." She rolled her eyes.

"So we're getting married, huh?" He fingered a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, letting his fingers gently caress her face.

"Looks that way," she agreed."

"Good," he replied. "So where's my ring?"

Prompt: I would love something very RL-centric, angsty (but don't do dark, and don't make any of the characters terminally ill) and humorous at the same time. If you're going to use any other characters, use them to add humor into any given situation - and I don't see how any past boyfriend or bed-friend could aide in this. A little smut will be nice, although you can also allude to it if you're not comfortable writing it. No AU/OOC. Can take place at any time you'd like - S5-S7, or post S7. End it happy. Or at least very hopeful. Since there is some angst, don't make either one of them right over the other. If anything, make it so that they're both right and wrong at the same time, then they have to find a way to meet in the middle. Cue in happy/hopeful ending.