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Logan:

I had arrived in Stars Hallow earlier then expected so I figured I'd drop by the Gazette and surprise Rory. I parked the car and walked up to the door, but when I pulled it was all locked up. Rory wasn't there after all and something didn't feel right.

"Excuse me. Have you seen Rory Gilmore around here today?" I asked somebody passing by on the street.

"May I ask who's asking?" The man with greying hair asked. "I don't really feel comfortable giving out that information right off the bat."

"I'm Logan, Logan Huntzberger. I'm supposed to be meeting her. She said she'd be working at the Gazette. And you are?" I asked back.

"Well I'm Taylor Dosey." He said. "Well I haven't seen Ms. Gilmore all morning."

"Oh, yes. Taylor I remember you. It's been forever since I've been here and I don't think we were ever properly introduced then anyway. Regardless that's beside the point. So you haven't seen her then." I asked, with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Why would she tell me she was going to be here?

"I'm afraid not. But, my guess is she's probably just at home. You may want to try there. Good day to you." He said before walking off.

"Thanks." I said. I shook my head in confusion and climbed back in the car, making my way to the Gilmore house.

Not five minutes later I pulled up in the driveway in front of the house. It had been so long since I had been at this house. I actually think the last time I was here was during the spring fling event. I sat in the car for a moment with a knot in my stomach. My intuition was telling me something wasn't right. I took a breath and climbed out of the car, made my way up to the door and lightly knocked.

A little girl opened the door. She had blonde hair a peircing icy blue eyes that matched Rory's. She looked so young. She even looked...looked like me! WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!

"Who are you?" The little girl said, cocking her head to the side, and then I saw Rory appear in the archway behind her.

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I stood there dazed, confused, every emotion in the book while looking down at this child. I looked at Rory and then back at the child, then back at Rory who at the moment look as white as a sheet.

"Excuse me." The little girl said, drawing my attention back to her.

"Oh, um...My name's Logan." I said to her.

The little blonde haired girl laughed a little. "That's funny." She said.

"Oh yeah? Why's that." I asked my attention completely on her.

"Cause, that's my name too." She said.

A puzzled look crossed my face as the emotions continued to buzz through my head, now along with a ton of questions. Now I looked to Rory who looked like she was just about ready to pass the fuck out.

"Hey kid! What's going on down here?" I heard Lorelie ask as she bounded down the stairs and she stopped when she caught sight of what was happening in the doorway. "Oh, um. Hey sweetie. How about we go into the kitchen and get some ice cream? She said picking up the little girl and carrying her out of sight and giving me a chance to start to compose my thougths as best I could.

"So are you going to tell me exactly what the hell is going one here?!" I snapped in Rory's direction and watched her visibly flinch.

"Let's go outside." She said, stepping out the door closing it behind her and down the steps.

"What's going on here Rory? Who is that little girl?" I said, trying hard to hold back my anger.

"You were supposed to meet me at Weston's, and you said you would call when you were close. How could you just--" She started to say and then I cut her off.

"OH enough with the crap!" I yelled. "Is this why you didn't want me coming to the house? Who is that child Rory? And why does she look like me?" I was smart enough to put two and two together but my head was currently reeling and I need to hear her say it.

"Logan." She started. "You're no idiot. You can put two and two togther. Who do you think that little girl is." She said looking at me with glassy eyes. "I know your going to hate me. I can accept that. I accepted that a long time ago. I didn't want to ruin your life. So I didn't say anything. I mean you have Odette and your life in London..."

"Rory. How...how old is that child in there?" I asked, almost not even able to get the words out.

Rory took a deep breath before she said anything. "She's three years old." She said finally looking me directly in the eyes.

"She's three." I said.

"Yes." Rory replied.

"She's three years old." I said running my hands through my hair.

Rory kept her distance not wanting to get to close to me at the moment. I knew something was off. But in no way did I think this was what was going on. I counted back in my head and figured it out dropping my hands and positioning them on my hips and hanging my head. She was mine alright. I had a three year old little girl.

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