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Chapter 2: "Welcome to the dark side, Colin McCrae,"

"So," Rory said when she and Colin had sat down on a bench outside Branford.

"I apologized to Nick," he told her.


"When I went to get the coffee I apologized to Nick, Finn and I both did."

"I know, he told me he apologized."

"And, I'm really sorry, Rory. What I said about your last names was horrible. Like I told Riley, I had no idea, but that doesn't make it right. I'm sure you don't believe me, but I really am sorry."

"I believe you."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I believe you're sorry and you feel bad about hurting my feelings, but…"

"I never should have said it in the first place," he said.

"No, you shouldn't have," she told him, "I'm sure you're a nice guy, Colin, but your people skills could use some serious work."

"Hey, I brought you coffee that you haven't drank yet. That's gotta score some points, right?" he asked.

"I guess I can give you that. Coffee is the key to a Gilmore's stomach," Rory said, taking a sip, "This is my coffee."

"Tristan told me what to get. He said it was disgusting, but that you and Riley love it," Colin said.

"It's delicious," she told him, "Here, try it."

"You're offering me some of your coffee?" he questioned, "Is this a trick?"

"No, now try it," she told him, "Well?"

"What's in this?" he asked.

"Two pumps each of caramel and chocolate, a pinch of cinnamon, three shots of espresso, then the cup is filled the rest of the way with the strongest coffee that Nick has, topped with whipped cream and then drizzled with more caramel, chocolate, and another pinch of cinnamon," Rory explained.

"Wow, you came up with that? It's incredible. I love it," Colin said.



"You want to get another cup? My treat?"

"Sure, let's go."

"Oh, no," Tristan said when Rory and Colin came back into the dorm laughing, with arms full of coffee.

"They bonded over coffee," Logan said.

"Here, Ry, I brought you another," Rory said, "Tris, your boring coffee."

"My coffee is not boring. I just don't like that crap that you and Riley drink," he said.

"More for the rest of us than," Colin said.

"You actually like that garbage?" Tristan asked.

"It's delicious. Best coffee I've ever had," he told him.

"Oh, no," Tristan said.

"What?" Logan asked.

"We've lost him. He's one of them now. A coffee addict," Tristan said.

"Welcome to the dark side, Colin McCrae," Rory said, toasting him with her coffee cup.

That evening they all gathered in Rory and Paris' dorm for the wake for Asher. It helped having the other three guys there to help handle the crowd of people that were there just for an excuse to party.

A few days after the wake, Rory was running late for class when she came out of her room and nearly walked into the huge contraption Paris had placed in the middle of the living room.

"Paris, what's that?" she asked.

"This is a Blou printing press, 18th century," Paris told her.

"And it's here because?"

"It's Asher's. He left it to me. It's beautiful, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I think it goes great with the entire width of the room."

"I know it's a little cumbersome, but we don't have to leave it right here. We could move it about six inches in any direction."

"Paris, we can't just leave it here."

"I have nowhere else to put it. It's from Asher. Just try it for a while. I promise if it gets in the way, we'll get rid of it."

"Paris, it's on my book bag. I'm late for class, and you put a printing press on my book bag?"

"Well, sorry. It's from my dead boyfriend, okay? I apologize if my grief is inconveniencing you. Maybe I'll just put myself on an iceberg and float myself out to sea so that no one will have to deal with my suffering."

"Well, just get that thing off my bag before you go."

Rory went back to her dorm after class to find Paris polishing her printing press. Grabbing her books and throwing a few things into a bag she headed out to Riley and Tristan's dorm.

Walking in and throwing her things in Tristan's room she announced, "I'm crashing here for a couple of days, Tris."

"Okay, not that I mind, but what's up?" he asked.

"Paris," she groaned sitting on the couch next to him, placing her feet in his lap.

"Ah," Tristan said, pulling off her shoes so he could massage her feet.

"You're just going to accept that answer?" Colin asked from his spot on the chair across the room.

"Of course," Tristan told him, "Paris needs no embellishments."

"If you say so, but I'm curious. What did she do Reporter Girl?" Colin asked.

"Does anyone remember my name?" Rory questioned before continuing, "Currently if I stay in my dorm, space is limited to just my room."

"Does she have her craft corner spread out all over the place again?" Tristan asked.

"No, that I can deal with. What I can't deal with is the three hundred year old printing press that's occupying all the space in the common room," Rory said.

"A printing press?" Colin asked.

"Yep, it was Asher's and she has nowhere else to put it so it's sitting where my coffee table used to be," Rory told them, "I'm not going back there until it's gone. I can't sit on my couch without it being right in my face and I'm not spending all my free time in my room."

"Well, I'm happy to have you here for as long you need," Tristan said placing a light kiss on her lips.

"Thank you."

While grabbing a cup of coffee after his first class, Riley ran into Logan.

"Hey, Riley, are you busy right now?" Logan asked.

"Not really. I don't have my next class for another hour," Riley told him, "What's up?"

"Would you mind coming back to my dorm with me? I have something I need to talk to you about?"

"And we can't talk here?"

"No, it's sort of a secret."


"Great, let's go."

"You don't like my sister or something, do you?" Riley asked when they walked into Logan's dorm.

"No, well, yes, but not like that. She's a great girl, but no," Logan said.

"Alright so what's this all about?" Riley asked.

"Growing up did Judge Hayden ever tell you any stories?"

"Stories, like what?"

"About his time at Princeton. Crazy things he did with his friends."

"Yeah, I guess. I remember when I was little and he took me to the football games he and a bunch of guys would all get together and talk about their college days."

"Do you remember anything they talked about?"

"Some. I remember them saying they drank a lot and had a lot of parties. One guy said something once about my grandfather always being the first take a jump, whatever that means. I always assumed it was just a bunch of old men embellishing their glory days. I didn't believe most of it. Why?"

"Because it's all true," Logan told him.

"What?" Riley asked.

"Have you ever heard of the Life and Death Brigade?" Logan asked.

"No, should I have?" Riley questioned.

"If we're doing our job right, no," Logan explained, "The Life and Death Brigade is an Ivy League secret society. The membership spans centuries and all the Ivy Leagues universities have chapters."

"So, sort of like a secret fraternity," Riley said.

"Kind of, though we're not gender exclusive," Logan told him, "But we are exclusive to who gets in. Your family has to have history with the group which for the most part means being from a wealthy, legacy family or be close with other members of the group. That's how Finn got in. Being from Australia, he's the first of his family to attend an Ivy League."

"Finn? And you keep saying 'we' so I'm guess you're a member?"

"I am and Colin as well. Colin and I are both legacy members. Our fathers both attended Yale and were active members when they attended."

"And since my grandfather was a member at Princeton, I'm a legacy, too and that's why you're telling me."

"Yes, but you are actually a double legacy. Richard was a member when he was in school."


"Yep, and the Gilmore involvement goes back even farther. You're great-grandparents, Charles and Lorelai Gilmore were both members."

"Gran, really?"

"She in fact, was one of the first female members of the group."

"Wow, so wait. That means Rory, too," Riley said.

"It does. If she wants. You have a choice, too. As one of the oldest legacy members, it falls to me to inform you of the group's existence and invite you to join us if you wish," Logan said, "I wasn't here last year and the members that were still here didn't look into whether or not any legacies were here."

"Have you talked to Rory about this?" Riley asked.

"No, I figured you would be an easier sell and that you'd maybe want to tell her yourself," Logan told him.

"And Tristan?" Riley wondered.

"Not a legacy. The DuGrey's were never involved with the group, but as my cousin and with his friendship with you and relationship with Rory we will invite him to join if he wants," Logan said.

"Okay," Riley said, "Wow, I really thought all those stories about my grandfather bungee jumping and stealing the Dean's car were just that, stories."

"Nope. Judge Hayden was a legend at Princeton. Richard was a pretty legendary member, too," Logan said, "So you'll talk to Rory?"

"Maybe. I don't know. It doesn't sound like her kind of thing. She's not a risk taker and unless it's required for school she's not a big joiner either," Riley told him.

"You don't think she'll be interested?"

"Oh, she'll be interested, just maybe not in joining."

"What are you saying?"

"If you want her in the group you have to appeal to the journalist in her. Intrigue her in someway so that she finds out about the group on her own. If she learns about it by herself and discovers you're in it, she'll come to you."

"I believe there is a picture of my grandfather that got printed in an old edition of The Daily News once. You think she'll find it?"

"Oh yeah, give Rory the littlest bit of information and she'll find everything she can."

"Okay. I'll do it," Logan said, "So I take it you're in?"

"Absolutely," Riley said.

"Hey, Ry, you want to come home with me tomorrow?" Rory asked one night as the three of them were watching a movie.

"Can't, I've got a project to work on with someone from my psychology class," Riley said, "Sorry, Baby Girl."

"Why are you going home on a Tuesday?" Tristan asked.

"It's fine, Ry. Jackson is running for town selectman and apparently he needs my vote," Rory said.

"Against Taylor?" Riley asked.

"Yep," Rory said, "He got into it with Taylor at the meeting a couple of weeks ago over some ridiculous zoning laws so now he's running out of spite or something."

"Sound interesting. I wish I could be there," Riley said, "Be sure to take pictures of Taylor's head exploding when they announce Jackson as the winner."

"Oh, I definitely will," she told him.

He hated lying to his sister, but he couldn't tell her what he was really doing. Riley did have plans Tuesday night, but not to do school work. He was getting together with Logan, Colin, Finn, and a few other Brigade members for the first steps of his initiation. His full initiation wouldn't happen until Rory knew about the group so they could be initiated together. They would invite Tristan to join then, too.

Jackson won the election by a landslide. It seemed most of the town was ready for a change. While there for the election Rory visited with Lane who shared a surprising bit of information.

"I think I like Zach."


"I don't know. One day he's my band mate, the next he's my roommate. Now I have dirty trollops implying that I may have feelings for him and I think they're right."

"Okay, have you said anything to him?"


"Alright, well do you want to? Do you want to date him?"

"I don't know, maybe. I'm not really sure. What if we go out and it doesn't work? It could break up the band?"

"That's possible, but what you have to ask yourself is if Zach is worth the risk."

At that week's Friday Night Dinner, Riley excused himself and Richard to the study so he could talk to him about the Life and Death Brigade. He was also planning to have the same talk with Straub.

"I had a nice long chat with Logan Huntzberger last week," Riley said when they sat down.

"Oh, what about?" Richard asked.

"I think you know what it was about, Grandpa," he told him.

"Indeed I do. He contacted me after his discussion with you," Richard told him, "He told me your idea to let your sister find out on her own."


"I think it's a marvelous idea. I have no doubt that Rory would do well in the group after all my mother was a member and she and Rory are quite alike, but it's just not something Rory would jump into willingly."

"That was my thought, too, but appeal to the journalist in her and she'll be begging for more."

"You know once she learns of the group's existence she'll want to write about it."

"I know and I've discussed that with Logan and he's talked to the other members. It won't be an issue. They'll let her write a story as long as everyone is kept anonymous. And you know, Rory. She'd never compromise a source for a story."

"True, now, shall we head back before they get suspicious?"

"Grandma doesn't know?"

"She knows I was involved in some not entirely legal things when I was at Yale, but not the extent as to what those were."

Rory and Riley spent the remainder of the weekend in Stars Hollow. While Riley was helping out at the inn Saturday night, Rory and Tristan watched a movie at the Black & White & Read Bookstore with Dean and Lindsay. The girls drove Tristan and Dean insane singing along to every word of Pippi Longstocking. On Sunday, Rory and Riley had their weekly brunch with the Hayden's. Chris, Sherry, and Gigi were not able to attend this time so it was just them and their grandparents.

"So, Riley, I hear congratulations are in order," Straub said when the two of them had excused themselves into his office.

"You hear correct, sir," Riley told him.

"Now you know my stories were not all farce."

"I still can't believe you did all those things, but from what I hear, many of our country's most successful men and women were in the Brigade at one time and I can't picture them jumping off of bridges, or cliffs, or doing anything remotely dangerous, either."

"Thus the beauty of being a secret society. Especially one that is so exclusive."