"This is the big stunt?" She asked, dubiously. What she saw was awe-inspiring.

"This is it," Logan said.

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Dangerous. That was the only word Rory thought when she looked at the stunt. Dangerous. Yet, there were many other words to describe this stunt. Scary, life-threatening, stupid. Well, most of all stupid.

Rory was staring at a huge lake, tinted swampy green. You could see the mud in the water, but that wasn't all you could see. Alligators. Or, that's what they looked like.

"Logan..." Rory asked.

"Ace...?" Logan imitated.

"What...what is this?"

"Well, this, my dear, is another one of the Life and Death Brigade stunts. In this case, it happens to be tightrope walking over a lake full of alligators."

"You're kidding?" She asked mostly because she didn't believe him. And then she looked up, into the cloudless sky and above the lake. About 10 feet over it, was a rope. Rory's mouth hung open in disbelief. She looked around and was disturbingly surprised to see all the other people looking as if all they were doing was enjoying a nice coffee at a local cafe and not about to risk their lives.

"Well, I'm not doing it," Rory said, loudly, even before Logan could ask.

"Why not? Haven't you ever wanted to say 'I've tightrope walked over a lake of swarming alligators, thank you very much'?"

"Now that you mention it, no. That would be utterly embarrassing Let's see, on my college application it would be: Gets straight A's, loves community service, and tightrope walked over a lake of alligators," Rory said, exasperatedly.

"C'mon, all this stuff is safe. Really! We even have a smart, educated person checking it all. She's a little paranoid, but great at what she does. Which is checking for safety." Logan answered, trying to emphasize safety. He put his hand on the small of her back and led her over to a girl with long blonde hair, about her age.

"Hello, Logan, nice to see you again," she greeted, formally.

"Hey. This is Rory Gilmore." As Rory was being introduced, she noticed an irritating air about this person. She was gripping her clipboard so tight her knuckles were turning white.

"Hello, Rory. I'm Paris Gellar," Paris said, turning to Rory and shaking her head. Rory returned the gesture.

"Don't worry. Everything is safe. I have been--Oh, so you think that table's going to move itself?!" Paris finished sarcastically and strode over to a group of boys next to a wooden table.

"That's Paris?" Rory asked.

"That's Paris," Logan answered, laughing.

Logan led her back over to the lake. "So, you going to do it?"

"What? Oh, that. Well..."

"Come on, you look like you need adventure," Logan persisted.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Logan sighed. "It just means..."

Rory looked at him and then shook her head and looked down. Logan looked for the right words.

"It'll be fun, it'll be a thrill. Something stupid, something bad for you. Just something different. Isn't that the point of being young? It's your choice, Ace. People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute. You climb up here with me, it's one less minute you haven't lived," Logan said, forcefully.

She hesitated for a minute, thinking it over. "Let's go," Rory said, taking a deep breath and looking up at the tightrope.

"Let's go," Logan said, excitedly.

Paris was observing, and occasionally jotting things down on her clipboard. She snapped her fingers, indicating to put a harness of both of them. Rory's palm was sweating profusely as she gripped Logan's hand. The started to climb the rickety ladder up to the tightrope, black umbrellas clutched in one hand. Finally, they got to the platform, to walk on the tightrope.

"High. We are very high," Rory said, nervously, glancing at the people below.

"I've been higher," Logan smirked as he opened his umbrella.

"I mean distance from the ground," Rory said.

"That too," Logan replied and opened Rory's umbrella for her.

There was a chorus of 'In Omnia Paratus' below them, and they took it as their cue. Rory again, glanced down at the lake. She could see the scaly jaws of a hungry alligator snap. She took a deep breath.

I can do this. It's all safe. It's been tested safe.

"Ace?"

Rory jerked out of her thoughts and concentrated on the rope beneath her. She held her umbrella up and stepped on the rope.

Good, good, everything is fine so far.

She took another slow step.

Just like baby steps. I can do it. You're worrying too much.

She took a third step. Her dress was getting in the way now, but she didn't have a free hand. If she dropped the umbrella, she would fall and if she fixed it with her other arm, she would fall.

Stupid dress. Baby steps...

Rory took a fourth step and was accidently caught off balance. Her foot was caught in the gown. her arms dangerously swayed side to side, trying to balance her. Rory's right foot slipped off the rope, leaving her to balance on one foot. Her other foot quickly followed suit. The last thing she heard before she fell was a frantic voice calling the word Ace.

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AN: Not really long, but kind of eventful.

Disclaimer: I do not own any type of Gilmore Girls whatsoever. I do not own some of these quotes, I am just adding them in. Thanks.