Here it is, a new fanfic from your favorite fanfic writer (as if) Psyche Danes. This one sort of resembles "The Winding Road to the Past," but it has some definite differences. Just so you know the entire fic is written. I just wanted some reviews because no one has reviewed any of my stories in AGES (hint* hint*). I mean, come on people, 4 reviews for 2 chapters of "Remember me, I remember you." Honestly! Anyway, I've got a few new ideas circling in my head, but I don't know how long it will be before I get them out there. REVIEW

Disclaimer: Do you think I own them? *Get back in the closet, Dean, you're not goin' anywhere.* (LOL, j/k)

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Year: 2010

Rory and Dean Hart lay huddled around their tiny newborn, Lorelai "Leelee" Elizabeth Hart. Rory's index finger brushed her lips before coming to rest on first Leelee's and then Dean's nose. "I still can't believe I'm a mother," she whispered.

"Me neither."

"We're the perfect family, Mommy, Daddy, and Baby, together forever. Nothing could ever tear us apart."

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Year: 2024

"Leelee! Time to get up sweetie," Rory called to the girl laying spread eagle on the bed.

"I don't think I'll go to school today," came the muffled response from the pillow.

"Alright, if you're sure you want to miss your first day at Chilton. I'm sure the headmaster will be understanding." Rory had long ago learned that reverse psychology was the best way to get her daughter to do something, and mentioning Chilton had been a stroke of pure genius.

"I'm up! I'm up!" Leelee called from her bedroom off the kitchen. Grabbing her towel and Chilton uniform she raced for the bathroom door, but there was already someone in there. "Grandma! Hurry up, I have to take a shower!"

"Sweetie, you took a shower last night," Rory told her as she walked past.

"Oh, yeah! I'm just so excited." Leelee hadn't slept all week due to a caffeine high (thanks to a coffee drinking contest initiated by Lorelai) so Rory had been incredibly grateful when Leelee had finally passed out the night before. The teen was still a bit jittery, but Rory knew that would war off as soon as you could say Chilton Prep when Leelee saw Chilton Prep. Rory well remembered Lorelai's Quasimodo comment from her first day at Chilton, and while Leelee had seen Chilton before, she had only seen it socially, it had never, and would never, seem as intimidating as it would today.

"Once you're dressed could you go next door and get Janlan, Lonny, and Junior?" Rory asked when she passed Leelee going in the opposite direction. "I promised Tristan I'd drive them to school since we're going to be there anyway."

"Alright. I'll be right back," Leelee called as she ran out the door, her stiff, new plaid skirt flying out behind her. A few minutes later she returned with two boys and a girl all about her age, and all wearing Chilton Uniforms.

"Hi kids," Rory called from the kitchen.

"Hey Rory," the taller of the two boys called in response. He had tousled red hair and deep blue eyes, a perfect match to his Chilton uniform. He had his arm around Leelee's shoulder.

"Hola!" The girl was about Leelee's height with a thick mane of red hair, and she was literally bouncing off the walls.

"Who gave Lonny coffee?" Rory wanted to know as she walked into the front hall.

"Mom did." The other boy had blonde tousled hair and dark eyes—almost black. "Are we about ready to go? I have to talk to my biology teacher before school."

"Yeah, Junior, just let me get my coat. Will you four meet me at the Jeep?"

"Nope, they won't," said Lorelai coming in in a nice, clean suit. "We're taking my car."

"Well, Mom, I wasn't aware you were joining us on today's rendez-vous."

"I didn't do this the right way when it was you, so I'm going to make up for it with my lovely granddaughter."

"Buy Headmaster Charleston isn't even there anymore. Headmaster Charleston isn't even alive anymore."

"I know, but I want to make a good impression on someone at Chilton." Seeing her daughter about to say something she quickly added, "someone besides Max."

"Oh, alright. I've got my coat, everyone into the van."

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"Headmaster Medina will see you now," said the secretary as she pushed her glasses back up her nose.

It took Lorelai a minute to respond. "D-d-did you say headmaster MEDINA?"

"Yes, Max Medina, he's the headmaster."

"Rory, sweetie," Lorelai said turning to her daughter, "why don't you and Leelee go in and I'll wait for you out here."

"Mom, I believe it was you who said you wanted to make a good impression on someone at Chilton."

"I believe I also said someone besides Max. I'll just stay right here and make friends with his secretary." She turned back to the elderly lady sitting at the desk. "So, you name is Edith is it?"

"Mom, come on. If I'm going in then you're going in , and I have to go in, therefore, you have no choice."

"Harvard did bad things to your brain."

"Come on."

The three women walked into the office to see the back of a 'twirly' chair. "Hello Lorelai," the man in the chair said as he turned to face the Gilmore Girls, "Rory, and you must be Leelee. Another Lorelai I presume."

"Hello Max, long time no see." Lorelai said as she gave him a death glare.

"Right back at you. Are you seeing anyone?"

"No."

"Would you care to—"

"—I'm married. To Luke. Now if you'll excuse me I'll be finishing my conversation with my new friend Edna."

"Do you mean Edith?"

"Whatever." Lorelai walked back out into the main office.

"Ah, well, my wife wouldn't have been to pleased if she'd said yes." Max sighed and leaned back in his chair. "So, Rory, how's married life treating you?"

"It's not."

"It says here that your last name is Hart."

"It is. I may be married, but I haven't seen my husband in 13 years." Rory turned to Leelee. "I'll pick you up after school, sweetie. Love you." She kissed her daughter's forehead and walked out to collect her mother and return to Stars Hollow.

"Miss Hart, Chilton is about excellence. Few people in this world have what it takes to maintain that kind of excellence. Chilton may or may not be the best place for you, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough. You can pick up your schedule from Ms. Marshall. Good luck."

"Thank you." Leelee knew all about her grandmother's history with Max Medina. She knew about their dating. She knew about the time they were caught kissing in a classroom. She knew about their engagement. She knew about the end of their engagement. Most of all she knew that this man could be a great guy, he was just bitter when it came to Lorelai, and for a good reason.

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A large pile of binders, books, papers, and an assortment of pencils and pens came stumbling into the classroom on a pair of legs greatly resembling Leelee's. The pile toppled as the door closed, and Leelee (who had been the one carrying them) got down on her knees and began to pick them up. "Here, let me help." The tall red-head that Rory drove to school that morning was bending over picking up a pile of papers that flew across the room.

"Janlan, you don't need to do that."

"I want to help." Eventually they'd gotten everything up off the ground. Leelee left the pile by Janlan's desk and walked up to the teacher's desk.

"I'm Leelee. I just transferred here." She was clearly nervous. She was biting her lip and her words came out at a barely there volume.

"Hi, I'm—did you just say your name was Leelee?"

"Yup, Leelee Hart, well Lorelai Hart really, but there are too many Lorelai's in my family, so most of us have nicknames."

"Well, Leelee hart, I'm Miss Hart."

"Cool, well, at least I'll be able to spell your name. On my last day of sixth grade I realized I'd been spelling my science teacher's name wrong ALL YEAR."

"Well, it is quite a coincidence, isn't it. Well, why don't you sit behind Janlan. Are those his books?"

"Oh, no, those are mine. Janlan just helped me pick them up."

"You know Janlan?"

"Janlan, Lonny, and Junior live next door. They're my best friends."

"Oh, well, sit behind Janlan, and before I forget, here are the notes for this week," she said as she placed a big binder into Leelee's arms, "last week," another binder, "and the week before that," a final LARGE binder. "Chilton is tough, but you'll be caught up in no time."

"Thanks Ms. Hart." Leelee took her seat behind Janlan and took careful notes for the rest of the period.

As soon as the bell rang the class bolted out of the room, heading for their lockers, but Leelee was still packing her books.

"Do you think you've got enough to carry?" asked Miss Hart when she realized Leelee was still there.

Leelee giggled. "Yeah, well my mom warned me about the workload. She went to Chilton too. I've got about seven duffle bags waiting in my locker to stuff all these binders into."

"Your Mom wouldn't be Rory Hart would she?" Miss Hart seemed unsure of this question, as if she shouldn't be asking it.

"Yeah, actually, she is. Do you know her?"

"I used to." Leelee got up and attempted to lift her pile of books. . . unsuccessfully. She fell back into her chair.

"I guess I'll have to make two trips."

"I can help."

"Thanks. You know my Mom is picking me up if you want to say hi." Miss Hart and Leelee turned the corner to the hall with Leelee's locker to find Janlan talking to Rory. "Janlan, sweetie, could you open my locker?"

"Of course." Rory turned to face her daughter.

"Hi sweetie. How was school?" she asked as she gave Leelee a hug.

"It was great!" Now that she had gotten rid of her heavy load of books, and more importantly now that she saw Chilton wasn't as scary as it once seemed, her coffee jitters were back. "Mom? When can we go to the diner? I haven't had caffeine in almost 24 hours. I NEED COFFEE!!"

"24 hours? Didn't you have some after dinner last night?"

"Nope, I conked out before I reached my dear friend 'Mr. Coffee.'"

"You might want to get her to Luke's before she starts hyperventilating, Rory, I well remember what Gilmore's are like before they've had their daily dose of caffeine." The statement came from Miss Hart, still standing behind Leelee.

"Oh, Mom, this is Miss Hart, she said she used to know you."

"Rory appeared to stiffen when she heard the name and she tentatively asked, "Clara?"

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It's all written, I've just got to type it. More tonight or tomorrow.