Rory fiddled with her dress nervously as she walked into the Starlight Roof Ballroom on the 18th floor of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York. She was used to attending work events but this one was going to be a little different.

"Rory, will you just stop fidgeting"

"Sorry" she looked up.

"Why are you so on edge anyhow?"

"Who me? I'm not on edge." Rory said.

The truth was Rory's stomach was doing flips right now because she knew at some point tonight she was going to have to face her ex-boyfriend. She had spent hours getting ready for the event tonight, not really knowing why it mattered to her so much. All she knew was that when she saw Logan tonight she wanted to look at her very best. It wasn't that she was interested in him in that way, but rather that she knew she'd feel far more confident if she looked good. The black figure-hugging dress with its deep v-neckline, front and back, fitted the bill completely. It was one of the sexiest dresses she owned, wearing it always made her feel utterly desirable and paired with her silver sky high Manolo Blahnik pumps she felt pretty good about herself. She kept her make-up simple, with a light smoky eye shadow and a splash of deep red lipstick. She had curled her hair so it softly fell about her shoulders. Lastly, Rory went to her closet to find some appropriate jewelry to wear. She looked through her ever-growing collection and her hand stopped on a box she hadn't looked it for quite a while. She paused before taking the piece out its box and fastening it on herself.

It had been five years since Rory had turned down Logan's proposal at her graduation and while their paths had crossed once or twice since then, she had mainly managed to avoid him. It wasn't that she had immediately stopped loving him, but initially, it had hurt too much to even hear his name and then as time went on she found herself growing angrier about how things had ended between them, even resentful towards him. As time went on she had managed to push him to the back of her mind and move on with her life. Now there were actually even days when she didn't think about him at all.

However, all this was about to change. Earlier that week she discovered that the New York Times, the paper that she worked for as Features Editor and had been her home for the past two years after finishing her work on the Obama campaign trail, had just been bought out by Huntzberger Media. The company had been newly relaunched with a stronger focus on digital by the one and only Logan Huntzberger. The sudden news that Logan was essentially going to be her new boss had hit her like a freight train. She had tried everything she could to get out attending the gala tonight but she had been told by her manager Ed in no uncertain terms, that as a key member of staff at the paper she had to be in attendance. So here she was, doing her duty, sipping martinis, counting down the minutes until she could get out of there and hoping that the night was as uneventful as possible.

Logan had of course seen her name on the guest list and he had wondered if she would actually show up. When his father had called him and told him that he would be overseeing the new purchase of the New York Times and the digitization plan, Logan had very nearly refused, knowing full well that his ex-girlfriend worked there and was doing her best to move herself up the ranks. He really wasn't sure if he could take working alongside her day in, day out. Sure, they had bumped into each other a few times since her graduation, mainly at stiff society events where there was no opportunity for anything other than basic pleasantries, but it had been stilted and awkward and Logan couldn't imagine what it would be like to endure that on a daily basis.

When Rory had said no to getting married, Logan had walked away, not prepared to enter into any kind of long distance relationship while he would be working in California. It had therefore been quite a bitter pill to swallow when he had decided only six months later that the west coast really wasn't for him and he came back to work for his father at The Huntzberger Group. It was his drive and passion for technology that saw him take up the role as Vice President and Digital Innovation Manager for the newly-formed Huntzberger Media and since coming back, he had thrown himself into his work, thoroughly enjoying what he had previously referred to as his 'pre-ordained' life. The truth was the newspaper and publishing industry was in his blood however much he had tried to run away from it.

He may have worked hard over the past few years but Logan also played hard. After he'd split up with Rory there had been no more girlfriends, nobody special at all but there had of course been a whole host of completely non-special girls flitting in and out of his life. That was until recently when he'd finally given in to his mother and agreed to go on a date with one of her friend's daughters. To his surprise, they had kind of hit it off and though he didn't really see it going the distance, he couldn't deny he was enjoying her company.

Logan had seen Rory walk into the gala on the arm of a tall, dark man. It had been a couple of years since he had last seen her at a party at her grandparent's house. He normally avoided them like the plague but he happened to be at his parent's house that weekend and his mother had dragged him along in the hope of meeting a 'nice young eligible lady'. Shira's smile and turned to a scowl when she'd arrived to find Rory there but she needn't have worried because other than a polite hello to each other, Logan and Rory didn't talk to each other at the party at all.

Now here she was stood at the gala his company was throwing and she looked like million dollars. "Scratch that," he thought to himself, she looked like a billion dollars. He'd never ever seen her looking quite as elegant and sophisticated as she looked tonight. She had matured in every way possible over the past few years and was oozing confidence. "Damn she looks hot," he thought to himself, as he cursed under his breath. Logan couldn't take his eyes off her and he was trying to summon up the courage to go over and say hello.

Rory stepped backwards as she moved out of the way to let someone past and accidentally knocked into someone standing right behind her. She spun around to apologize. "Oh I am so sorry," she said to the tall blonde woman that she had almost knocked over ."I didn't spill your drink did I?"

The blonde woman smiled at her "No, it's fine, honestly".

Rory smiled back, she was just about to turn away when she saw Logan approaching.

"Oh, shit," she thought. "Shit, shit, shit" She had known that she was going to have to speak to him at some point – after all they were going to be working in the same office as of next week but she had wanted it to be on her terms, she wanted to be in control of the situation. Now there was no escape and she knew she was on the backfoot, so she would just have to grin and bear it.

"Well of all the gin joints..." Logan said as he approached the women.

Rory closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Logan, it's really good to see you," she said with a somewhat forced smile. She stood awkwardly not really knowing what to do, whether she should shake his hand or not but before she could make up her mind he leaned across and gave her a polite kiss on each cheek. Rory bristled at the contact, it was the first time they had touched each other in five years.

"I see you've already met Natalie" he smiled and gestured to the blonde woman that she had just bumped into.

"Oh right, yes, accidentally" Rory smiled "Again, sorry about that"

"Hi, I'm Logan's girlfriend" the blonde smiled at Rory and shot Logan a look. "You are...?"

"Oh, sorry I am being really rude. I'm Rory Attwood, this is my husband James. James, this is Logan Huntzberger and his girlfriend Natalie."

"Nice to meet you both" James said as he extended his hand to them. "How do you know each other? Through the paper?" he asked as he took a swig of his drink.

Logan looked at Rory as they both paused for a minute, she opened her mouth to speak and he wondered just what version of their story she was going to go with. Rory could feel Logan looking at her but she didn't make eye contact with him as she answered.

"No, not through the paper, well yes I guess now it is but..." she stumbled over her words and Logan looked down at the floor as he tried to hide his smirk. She was nervous and flustered and it kind of pleased him that clearly after all these years he still had some kind of effect over her.

"What I mean, is that Logan is essentially my new boss now that Huntzberger Media have bought the Times but we met when we were both studying at Yale."

"Wow, college buddies? You never told me that you and your new boss went way back. I bet you have some stories about this one" James laughed as he put his arm around Rory's shoulder and squeezed her tight.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Logan thought to himself but he just smiled and nodded a little. He was slightly taken aback with how Rory had introduced him to her husband. Just someone she had met at Yale? The years of dating and living together, never mind the damn proposal clearly meant nothing to her.

Logan hadn't been surprised when Rory's introduced him to her husband. He'd seen the engagement and subsequent wedding announcement in the New York Times, and of course the numerous paparazzi photos that often appeared in Page Six. James Attwood was a prominent Broadway actor who apparently Rory had met when interviewing him for a feature in the newspaper. He'd heard all about it from his mother who had been almost bursting to tell him what she'd heard from Emily at their DAR meeting. Logan had kind of switched off to it but from what he had picked up James was nothing like Rory's usual 'type', but they had hit it off immediately and less than a year later they were married in a whirlwind ceremony at The Plaza.

The couples exchanged pleasantries for a few more moments until Rory made their excuses and they moved away.

"So, you went to college together?" James asked her as they walked away.

"Huh?" Rory looked at him. Her mind was somewhere else altogether.

"You and that Huntzberger guy. You were at college together. Did you date?" he asked. James had definitely picked up on some awkward vibe between the pair and he wanted to know more.

"Erm, a little" Rory wrinkled her nose. It was not the time nor the place to get into that conversation.

"So, nothing serious then?"

"No!" Rory snapped at him "What is with the twenty questions, yes we dated a bit at college but it was like a lifetime ago." She rubbed her face with her hand. "Ugh, sorry James. Look I am just going to go the ladies room and freshen up."

James watched his wife walk across the dancefloor towards the bathroom. He knew that something had gotten under her skin that night and he highly suspected it had something to do with her new boss.

Logan watched as Rory made her way to the bathroom and discreetly followed her out of the ballroom. He waited outside the ladies room for her to come out and caught her by the arm as she had made her way past without looking at him. He glanced down at her wrist as she pulled it free from him and was surprised to see the tennis bracelet that he had bought her for Valentines Day all those years ago sparkling on her wrist.

"Logan" she gasped "What are you doing?" she said as she looked around to see if anyone was looking at them.

"We 'met' at Yale? Really?" Logan raised an eyebrow at her.

"That's the truth isn't it?"

Logan shook his head. It was far from the truth and she knew it. "Sure, if that's how you want to remember it. I, however, choose to remember it slightly differently."

Rory closed her eyes. "What do you want me to say?"

"I'm just surprised that you never told your husband about us is all."

Rory just shrugged and looked up at the ceiling. "It just didn't seem...relevant" she said before she turned and quickly walked away from Logan.

She knew that she had to get away from Logan. Despite all the time that had passed, and despite the fact that she was pretty sure she didn't love him anymore, there had always been something about him that made her feel unsure of herself. Rory turned the corner and leant back against the wall to take a breather as she listened to the song that the band were playing in the ballroom.

Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long
No matter what I say or do
I'll still feel you here 'till the moment I'm gone

Set me free, leave me be
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am, and I stand
So tall, just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me

She closed her eyes. It was all too much for her tonight and she had to get out of there. She was angry at the sudden interference in her life which for the most part was running completely on track and she was not happy with how unsettled seeing Logan tonight had made her feel.

Rory went back into the ballroom where she found James talking to some of her colleagues at the bar.

"James," she said as she tugged on his arm "I don't feel very well. We're leaving". Her husband looked at her slightly confused.

"Everything okay?" he asked her.

"I just need to get out of here, okay?" she shot at him.

James put his hands up in defense and rolled his eyes at her colleagues. "Okay, okay, let's go, sweetie".

Logan watched from the other side of the room as James helped Rory into her coat. He recognized the look on her face, she was angry but trying to hide it. He wondered just who she was angry with – was it him or her husband? His own question was answered as he saw James pull on her coat to drag her closer to him. He whispered something in her ear and Rory giggled before they headed out of the ballroom hand in hand, but not before she glanced over her shoulder one last time and locked eyes with Logan.

A/N: And here it is, my newest story. I hope you like it – please let me know your thoughts! Song lyrics are Sara Bareilles 'Gravity'