Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Gilmore Girls, actors, characters, plots, etc, that would be the wonderful people at WB. Although if I did, I'm pretty sure they'd be some big changes coughChadcough. Anyway if you do feel inclined to sue me, some people have strange urges and we must accept them for who they are, I'm currently flat broke so all you will get is a used textbook, on organic chemistry.

AN: Gosh, darn! I know what you're thinking, Teabean's gone and lost it, she can't finish a story but she sure can spout out new ones. But are you really going to complain?

Summary: It's the next generation. Rory, Logan, Tristan and the others have reproduced and the offspring have come out to play. Much love, drama and betrayal ensue, and what a mess they'll create. Trogan, with a twist, of course.

Chapter 1

They live in a surreal world, halfway between childhood irresponsibility and adult privilege. They sip the wine of success and wealth, they dine on each other's misfortune. They are intelligent, they are rich, they are beautiful and they know it. From the moment of conception, they were destined for greatness like their mothers and fathers and their mothers and fathers in turn.

"Hey, has anyone checked out the new chick?"

Rhetorical question, of course someone had checked out the new chick, the very second she'd stepped on to school grounds. A rookie, wanting to prove himself worthy of their esteemed company, would have been dispatched to gather information of the newest student. The boy who asks is secure in his midlevel position amongst those with power and connections.

"Total Mary."

Code for virgin, but not for much longer. The answer is delivered quickly, the rookie eager to prove his worth and knowledge of their special language.

"Yeah?" responds the first boy, the rookie is his charge.

Mild interest. Outwardly eagerness cannot be shown. When you can have anything you want, there is no need to show desire. However, that is not to say that each detail is carefully noted and filed away for future reference. Opportunity can come from anywhere.

"Not another one," sighs a third boy, he lost last time and his wallet is still suffering the side effects.

"Honestly, someone needs to tell these girls that it's Slut Season and the whole regulation-length-skirt is messing with the plan."

It would take the challenge out, but make life easier at least for those who ruled the school as they did.

"So, Chief, what'll it be?"

In other words, are you in? Are you game? Are you still the chief, the captain and the king? Or are you weakening? Is the pressure, the expectation getting to you? Can you still handle it?

"I want to check out the goods first."

Never show too much interest, especially if you are the 'king'. Firstly, there is no need to, you are so damn self-confident that eagerness cramps your style. Secondly, you're word is lore, if you deem someone to be 'cool' they are cool, no matter what you're second opinion is. Of course you can retract your statement and even ruin their life, but it's too much effort, much easier to be cautious early.

"She's exactly the type."

They all are, actually there is no 'type'. There is no challenge too difficult for a king, that's what makes him king.

"I'm not going in blind," mild irritation at being pressed for an immediate answer, no one pushes the king.

"You won't be, I mean, since when have I ever chased one not worth having?" a hasty apology and redirection.

"True," even a king must placate his subjects

"So are you in?"

"What are the conditions?" he was never out.

"The usual," first to get the girl, it was a game they never tired of.

"What are the stakes?"

"Two flat," that's two thousand dollars, thank you very much.

"Why not? My stocks are up anyway."

In other words, my parents doubled my allowance, feeling guilty about something, I don't care, but I have more money to throw away.

"Good doing business with you," just prepping for the big time, in the 'real' world.

"You won't be saying that when I clean you out," of course the king must leave doubt in the mind of his challenger.

"Whatever, Huntzberger."

"So this chick, she have a name?" finally he asked the question.

"Elizabeth Llewellyn Du Gray," the same rookie responded, quick to remind them of his presence.

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AN: Yes, another story is being powered up, should be exciting, I hope! It's definitely a step away (for better or worse) from my other stories, please let me know what you think.