Disclaimer: I don't own the story or characters featured in Gilmore Girls, however I have a fertile mind and a fan orphan heart.

A/N: I'm currently wonder what the hell am I doing publishing a new story if I didn't finish the other one. Well, I have to say this story came into my head a few months ago and I can't stop writing it. It felt so natural and I'm having so much fun with it. This is my second story and I want this to be a fun reading, so please tell me what you think and if I should continue, your feedback is very important to me.

CONTEXT: I always wanted to see Rory succeed. In this story, she is the journalist she has always wanted, but she has become a bit of a workaholic. How would it be like if we introduced Logan to mess with her head again? The story takes place 4 years after the bridesmaids incident. Rory broke up with Logan and moved in with Paris again. After graduating, Rory moved to NY and got a job in the New York Times and never heard of Logan again. I'm gonna introduce a few characters here just to make you feel aware of how her life would be, but trust me, only Amy is important and we won't make any crazy changes. The first chapter has a slower pace, but I promise it will get more exciting next.

UNTIL I HEAL. CHAPTER 1 – NICE TO MEET YOU

It was another cloudy day in New York. A light snow was beginning to dust the streets. The holiday parties were over and she was getting ready to go back to work.

Rory had never complained once about work. In fact, she adored it. Doing what she loved fulfilled her for the last 4 years she had lived in the city that never sleeps, but lately she felt a little lonely, the cold nights alone ate away at her consciousness.

That feeling had intensified in the last few days. Spending time with her mother in Stars Hollow reminded her of how good it was to be close to the one she cared about. She missed it. She also missed being in love.

It had been some time since she has really fallen in love. Since… Logan. Rory tried to push away those feelings every time they returned with a vengeance, to keep them from wrapping around her and smothering her.

She could never understand what really happened. For her, she had given herself totally to him, and he failed. Rory was never convinced otherwise. She never believed that Logan was innocent for sleeping with all those bridesmaids. How could he have done something so despicable?

Her stomach twisted every time she thought of it. Her heart skipped a beat when Logan's face came on her mind. She remembered how she found out. The looks of pity, the humiliation. It was something she begged to forget, but couldn't succeed there.

She didn't forgive him. She didn't even try to hear what he had to say. Paris was right, Lorelai was right. Even if one part of her heart said differently, she could not give him another chance. She would not be the betrayed woman, the trophy wife that Logan's family wanted. And she was determined not to be.

Rory turned all that heartbreaking energy into her career.

She graduated from an Ivy League university with merit and became a successful journalist, getting her dream job in the New York Times.

She never spoke to Logan again. After that fateful day, he tried to reach her a few more times, but unsuccessfully, he ended up walking out of her life. She knew he had joined the family business, as the expected, but luckily, they never crossed paths.

Rory met some guys later. An assortment of nice guys and not so nice guys; but none that made her feel like Logan did. She wondered if he had ruined her for love. Something was gone out of her, something vast and important. But in its place, had come a curious kind of peace.

The truth was; that Rory didn't want to be open to love anymore. She was doing fine. She didn't have anything to worry about, but herself. She was independent and selfless, like her Mom taught her to be. That was enough, she was sure. Even at the coldest nights, Rory could get through it.

Until recently.

She arrived at the office later than usual. The holidays break made her lose the work rhythm and a week out of town left a good dust to be cleaned in her apartment. Her home looked like a war scenario, because she packed her bags in a rush, leaving all the dirty work for later. Well, the later had now arrived and she couldn't even find her panties before get ready.

Rory became stuck in all of the red traffic signals when she remembered that she had an important meeting at 10 o'clock. She cursed all the minutes she lost until she entered the room.

"Where the hell were you?" A woman said incredulously. She had a long wavy red hair and wide brown eyes. She was short but her voice was high and mighty.

"Hi, Amy. I know I'm late, this morning has been a mess so far. I'm so sorry!" Rory explained herself, catching her breath from the long stairs.

Amy was Rory's new best friend. They'd spent so much time together that they had almost become family. Things were much easier with her; Rory didn't feel so alone and had someone to count on. Obviously, she missed Lane and Paris; her true best friends for so long, but Amy was just amazing as they were. Except, she was totally crazy.

Amy was an award-winning photographer and was always accompanied Rory on the cover of her stories. They were a great team and about to take on a new, exciting project.

Apparently, the newspaper would be covering the rise of new startups that promised economic revolution. Everyone was apprehensive about this project, and Rory was chosen to lead the team. She couldn't be late. Not that day. The end-of-the-year break had already been a gift; she had almost no days off. She wondered if she had become too sloppy.

"You're lucky they aren't here yet!" Amy huffed.

"Really? But I'm 45 minutes late! They really aren't here yet?" Rory said, surprised but somewhat relieved.

"Fortunately, no, or Don would be losing what is left from his hair right now."

Don was Rory's boss. He was 58 years old, had four children from three different ex-wives and advanced diabetes. In short, he had a lot of stress in this fifty-eight years of life and couldn't theoretically have any more. Rory absorbed many tasks in order to help Don. In recent years, she has become one of his trusted employees, opening up opportunities for great jobs. Just in the last year, Rory had been in at least 12 countries, covering incredible experiences.

As she got ready for the presentation, he entered the room.

"Change of plans!" Don announced, joining a small crowd of employees around him.

"How is that?" Amy asked, confused.

Don sighed, clueless like everybody else in that room. "Apparently, the new guy wants to rebook this meeting for lunch in two hours."

"Rebook the meeting?" Rory frowned. In all her years of experience, she had never seen anything like that happen. Punctuality was the most desirable quality in a reliable shareholder.

"Yes, apparently this guy is a little eccentric. He does things in a modern way, probably follows Zygmunt Bauman or something." Don disdained.

"Who is this guy, anyway?" Amy asked, folding her arms.

"He's some kind of startups guru. I've never met him in person, but he knows everything about it and will be around for the next six months. To work with you, Gilmore." He said, pointing at Rory.

Great! That guy sounded like a pain in the ass already. She knew she was late, but he was making them wait on purpose. Probably practicing some kind of morning Yoga and downing a bucket of herbal tea. Rory didn't respect people who exercised. Six months would pass very slowly.

"I have a question." Rory said, raising her hand. Don turned to her with worried eyes. After a long pause, he nodded for her to go ahead.

"This guy going to be our boss or something?" Rory asked.

Don contemplated, answering. "Not exactly, but he will supervise you."

"So, boss it is." Rory muttered.

"We have to pay for our own lunch today? Is this some kind of fancy restaurant? Because payday hasn't come yet." A voice declared in the crowd.

Jimmy was the camera guy. Despite being young and not having anything to spend his money with, beside comic books and fruit loops, he was the cheapest person Rory had ever met, except for Taylor. And Kirk.

Don rolled his eyes. "Well, this guy is rich, so I'm hoping he is paying for his idea."

Rory approached Amy and whispered. "I hate this guy already."

"What? Free lunch? I love him already." Amy grinned, and they chuckled together.

A couple of hours passed by and Rory had lost track of time by answering her emails. She had one hundred and forty-two in her box, waiting. She had almost acquired a repetitive strain injury from typing that much.

"The guy is here, get ready people" Don announced, taking his things to leave.

Amy closed her computer and took out her keys. She was wearing black boots with high thick heels, a short gray skirt with a tiny black pattern, and a tight fitting black top under a silvery leather jacket. Her eyes were always expertly-lined and she put on a red lipstick that matched with her hair color. She had her own style and wouldn't give up on it. Even at work.

"Why the lipstick?" Rory asked, playfully.

"This is business, Rory. We have to bring our best game." She assured, lightly retouching her make-up.

"Hmm, my best game is here, in that suitcase." Rory advised, pointing to her black bag.

"Oh come on! You're such a grandma!" Any whined.

"And you're such a show off!" Rory quipped.

"True!" She shrugged nonchalantly, making Rory giggle. "So let's go! You're having a second chance."

"I'm going. I just need to finish that email, it's my last one." Rory celebrated, doing a cheesy victory dance with her arms.

Amy rolled her eyes, heading toward the door. "I can't believe we are friends!" She declared, pretending to be ashamed.

"Hey, you take that back!" Rory yelled, as Amy slammed the door behind her back, before shooting her a grin.

Rory had a problem shutting her computer down and frowned in despair. Everyone had already left the office and once again, there she was - late.

She took the elevator down to the lobby and hailed the first taxi that went down the street. She finally reached the restaurant and was surprised to see everyone was still outside, apparently because no one had prior booked a table. This guy took nothing seriously. How could she work with someone like that? Rory wondered.

"Gilmore!" Don shouted when he saw her crossing the street.

"Thank God you're here! You know I can die if you vanish like that!" Don said, dramatically.

"Yeah, Don. No need to remind me that every time." Rory ignored him.

"You have to meet someone." He said, putting one arm around her shoulders and leading her among the people in line.

Rory allowed herself to be led, until she saw a blond guy where Don had stood. He was wearing a gray suit with a crisp white shirt, and he was tall. His blonde hair was perfectly messy and seemed to radiate the sun from the sheen, making him almost look angelic. He also seemed too young for the references she heard.

The closer she came, a chill tingled in Rory's belly. It couldn't be. Her face went blank, but her heart continued to pound and her mind raced.

"Logan, my boy. I'd like to introduce you to our greater reporter. This is Rory Gilmore — she will join you for the next 6 months." Don warmed up, smiling widely.

Logan turned it over to meet Rory right in the eyes. He gasped when he saw who was the greater reporter he would be close to, for six entire months.

Breathing hard, they stared at each other. Time seemed to have stopped. It was only a heartbeat of two, maybe a couple of seconds, but it slowed down movement of time, like they were the last people in the world.

He smirked at her. That signature smirk she could only see often in her dreams. Logan reached out to shake hers and saluted.

"Nice to meet you, Rory Gilmore."

A/N: So, should I continue? I wanna know what you think of Amy and if the story seems interesting enough for you. Please let me know!