Disclaimer: Have I ever owned it in any of my other stories??

A'N: Okay...so I hope that you like it...and that it's not too cliche :-)

Chapter One: Not Much To Say

Logan sat by the phone, looking down momentarily at the pro-con list before him. It ironically was a habit he'd picked up from her, the girl he was having a mental tug of war over concernign whether or not he should call. All day he'd been debating this, unsure of whether or not to do it. Sure, he could bite the bullet and call, but then she might bite his head off as well. See, the problem was that this girl was Rory Gilmore and he had not talked to her in three years. Think Rory is a girl to forgive and forget? Well, if your answer is yes then you are terribly wrong. Regardless of the fact they had grown up together, withstanding the painful stages of Barbies, pogs, and Crazy Bones, he was not sure that this bond was strong enough to hold up against his injustice. He had not returned any of her calls for three years, and the reason was simply sheer lack of effort. Logan will admit, he is a procrastinator and that is exactly why he put off calling her for three years. But he had to do that. After graduation everything had changed between them, everything at least to him.

"Logan, can you believe it!" Rory gushed, throwing her arms around his neck. He laughed, holding onto her waist as he spun her around.

"We're officially real adults now," Logan said into her ear as he set her firmly on the ground, smiling at the tense expression that filled her face.

"You're right, we are real adults. We're going to have real jobs and real responsibilities and...," she looked at him with fear in her eyes as she contemplated her future, "Logan, the world feels so...big now," He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Wow, a Yale education and the word you think of to describe the world is 'big'," She frowned, untangling herself from him to slap his arm-hard.

"Ow, would you stop being so melodramatic?" She smiled in triumph, crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's what you get for mocking me,"

"I'm sorry Ace," He pulled her into another hug, holding her tightly against him , "and you have nothing to worry about. You are going to be a damn good journalist, knocking elbows with the best,"

"And what about you?" She inquired, a hopeful edge to her voice in light of the fact that she knew of his preordained fate.

"The same old shit my old man does," Logan said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. He looked down at her and felt all his bitterness fade away, she looked so happy and so...grown up, "Don't worry Ace. I'll just live vicariously through you,"

She grinned, blue eyes sparkling, "Well, then I guess I'm going to have to have an exhilirating career,"

"You better," She began to laugh and as Logan watched her, the way her nose wrinkled up subtly with her laughter and how her curls blew with the wind, the soft scent of jasmine seeping from her skin, all thoughts left him. They continued to elude him as his lips crashed into hers and came back with roaring intensity when she pushed him away.

"Logan-" He abruptly let go of her, eyes wide with what had just transpired. He mumbled a quick good bye and then walked as quickly as his legs would take him. Rory was too suprised to even follow.

Alright, so they had not exactly had the best parting. In fact, it was the stuff that goes in books, the tragic ends that leave readers gasping, wanting more. He knew that his and Rory's story was left open ended and he always wondered what would have happened if he had answered her calls. And now he was about to find out.

He glanced down at the work on his desk, piles of junk reminding him endlessly of how he was still under his father's watchful eye. He would forever suffer the wrath of his last name but he refused to let it consume him. Mitchum had given him an ultimatum and he was taking it. The compromise was simple. Logan gets married and he is free of his family obligations. No working under Mitchum, no hearing the constant berating and verbal abuse. All he had to do was slip a ring on someone's finger. And that was exactly what he planned on doing.

Rory was the first person who came to mind. Even though he had hardly spoken to her in three years she was still the only logical choice to him. Everyone else just seemed...wrong. She used to be his best friend, the one person he told everything. And then graduation happened. He had hope though. Once she listened to everything and his reasons she would say yes. He had no doubt in his mind that she wouldn't-except for the small nagging voice inside of him that reminded him of what a jackass he had been. He never did listen to this voice though, it's also what told him how each girl he slept with could have diseases or latch onto him beyond the means of simply prying off. Disregarding this voice was soley responsible for half of the screw ups in his life. Picking up the phone he dialed quickly, his heart beat quickly surpassig the slow dial tones.

"Hello?" She sounded just as she had at graduation, except maybe a little happier. Silently praying that her bright voice was not attributed from the opposite sex, he dove in.

"Hi Ace,"

"Logan?"

"How are you?"

"Uh, fine. How are you?"

"Great. Listen, can we meet for lunch today?" He heard the clank of a coffee cup on a table and knew that she was surprised. He could just imagine her, sitting at her table at...well...wherever she sat. Drinking from...it usually was mug but maybe she had changed. As he struggled to get a clear picture of her in his mind, he realized that he really didn't know her anymore. He knew what her favorite toys were and the teachers she hated the most at Chilton but he had no idea who she was now. This triggered a definite sense of foreboding.

"Why?" Her tone dispelled any jovial feeling left in him and he swallowed hard.

"I wanted to see you. I haven't heard from you in a while," The moment the words left his mouth he regretted them.

"You have't heard from me? I called you after graduation but you were always apparnatly too busy to return my calls," There was a definite edge to her voice.

"I-"

"And your secretary sure sounded lovely with that Mrs. Robinson voice and all. I'm sure she's part of what kept you so damn busy," That comment proved too much for Logan's nerves. Sure, it was the truth, but still, you don't outright say it. That's just rude. Although, not calling someone for three years could also be construed as that as well.

"Listen, don't get on your high horse. I am simply making a nice gesture. I want to see you, you know, catch up,"

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"You always have an alterior motive. That's the way you work,"

"There is no ulterior motive,"

"Logan," Her voice was laced with irritation and he decided that it would be better to come clean than to continue keeping her in the dark.

"Alright, there is something that I need to discuss with you,"

"What?"

"Can't it wait until lunch?"

"Who said we were having lunch?" Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Ace, this really isn't something that should happen over the phone,"

"Spill Huntzberger,"

"Fine," He took a deep breath, preparing for the worst, "will you marry me?"

A/N: So how'd you like it? Just an idea that intrigued me. Let me know what you think!