Rory sat in the living room of her apartment in New York. It wasn't much, but it was enough for her. A simple one bedroom, one bath, with a balcony in a decent neighborhood. Decent gave it more credit than it deserved, but it was home for her. She'd been living there since the campaign ended, securing a spot at the Times. It had been three years since she denied his proposal, but she tried to not linger on that. She'd moved on. She'd gotten an amazing job and she was in love with her work, which left her little time for relationships. Sure, she had a date every once in awhile, but she'd never had anything serious since Logan.

Her laptop was open and she was typing her next article, the topic being the new city laws on smoking bans. It wasn't front-page or above the fold, but it was enough to keep her satisfied. She had the television playing in the background, occasionally glancing up to catch the time at the bottom of the news broadcast. When she looked at the time around nine, something else caught her eye. A picture of a very familiar blonde and her husband flashed on the screen. Her ears were ringing as the newscaster spoke. "Honor Huntzberger and her husband Josh Grant were involved in a car crash earlier this morning. It has been released by the Huntzberger Publishing Group Public Relations office that the two succumbed to their injuries this afternoon."

Honor was dead. That was the thought rushing in her head. She'd just seen her a few days ago, having kept in touch despite her failed relationship with Honor's brother. She couldn't believe Honor was dead. A knock on the door roused her from her thoughts. Setting the laptop on the table, she glanced outside. It was storming, the rain coming down in sheets. She shook her head as she stood and walked over. When she opened the door, she wasn't expecting what she saw.

Logan stood there, drenched. His eyes were red, and she could see the tear stains on his face. No words could be said, no words could help him and she knew it. She just stood there, shocked still. Shocked at the death of her friend, shocked at Logan showing up on her doorstep like a lost puppy who got caught out in the rain.

"Logan," she said softly. Her voice dripped with sorrow. He reached out, pulling her to him. The two stood there, embraced in a tight hug. She could feel his shoulders shaking and hear his sobs. She'd never seen him cry, not like this. She'd never seen him so broken.

"She's gone," he managed to say into her shoulder. She kept one arm around his waist while the other wrapped around his shoulder, her fingers trailing through his hair. She didn't know what else to do, and this was what she used to do when he was upset about anything.

After a few minutes longer, she pulled away and ushered him inside. "You're going to get sick if you stay in those clothes," she told him, walking into her bedroom. After some digging in her closet, she found the 'Logan' box. With it, she found a pair of his Yale sweats and a tshirt. She composed herself after glancing at the rocket. She hadn't looked at that since…

"Put these on. Bathroom's right over there," she pointed to the bathroom door before handing him the clothes. He walked away and she sat down, turning off the television and shutting down her laptop for the night.

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Honor was dead, she couldn't believe Logan had showed up at her place - let alone known where she lived. She didn't know how things were going to go from there. Obviously there was going to be the funeral, but what else? What more would happen now that Honor was gone.

She'd been like a sister to Rory, especially after Logan left. When Rory got both her inheritances the previous year, Honor had been there to help her. She'd gone over what would be expected of an heiress and the many loopholes for some of the functions.

He walked back out in the outfit. It still fit him, so she was glad about that. It was really the only thing she could be glad about at that point.

"Hey," she said softly as he sat down next to her. He gave her a sad smile as he leaned into her. "I know you're not ready to talk about anything yet, but I'm here when you do. You can stay here as long as you need to, Logan." It was true. She was able to put the past behind her because he needed somebody, and she was the person she chose.

"I saw her this morning, before the accident," he said softly. "We'd had breakfast in Hartford. I drove up from Boston because she wanted to see me." She held his hand as he continued to talk, and she listened. She had to be his rock, his world had just shattered. "I was the first to know besides her and Josh… She'd found out yesterday. She was pregnant." Her breath caught in her throat.

"She mentioned you a few times," he then told her. "It was all in passing. She told me you got your trust funds, that you didn't know what to do. She told me you got a job at the Times, which I already knew. I acted shocked just for her. She always told me how much of an idiot I was back then. But she also told me how proud she was of me - not for what I did relationship wise, but what I made of myself without Mitchum. She was the one person in my family that understood me. It was always me and her against the world." He stopped talking again, and she could feel him shaking as he cried.

"Let's get to bed, okay?" It was almost as if no time had passed at all as she pulled him up from the couch and led him to the bedroom. Instinctively, he laid down on the left side of the bed and she laid next to him. His arm draped over her waist and he pulled her close as his head rested on her stomach. She didn't fall asleep though, no. Her fingers combed through his hair as she watched him sleep, his brow furrowed. An occasional whimper would escape from his lips, and she whispered reassurances to him before he could wake up.

She hadn't seen him in three years, at least not in person. Honor had shown her pictures, told her of his latest business success. But here he was, laying in her bed, the broken shell of the man she knew and loved. She didn't know if he would ever be Logan again, not after losing the rock in his life. She didn't know if he would ever be able to recover from a loss that big - imagining her grandmother after losing Richard. The older woman had never been the same, firing the help and moving into their smaller home in Cape Cod. She wasn't the same society woman, becoming more of a recluse. She could only hope and pray Logan wouldn't pull away like Emily had. He may not have known it, but she would always be there for him in a heartbeat, as would Colin and Finn. He may have lost a part of his family, but she hoped he wouldn't lose sight of the family that was still there for him.