I got the name of Logan's sister and her boyfriend from spoilers, so I'm very sorry if I ruin anything for you.

Norman Mailer, I'm Pregnant

I awake to a knocking sound, I cover my head with my pillow and go back to sleep. That doesn't last long because someone starts poking me in the back, "Finn you should have a bigger headache than me right now. Go away and be in pink elephant land."

"I thought his elephants were blue?" Oh crap I know that voice, I lift the pillow slowly to find my slightly anger father staring back at me.

I push myself up ignoring the shooting pain in my head, "Hey Pop, shouldn't you be on a plane to LA? Did you forget your sunscreen you can borrow mine, only if you promise to bring it back."

Ignoring my LA joke my father asks, "Why haven't you been working at the paper?" If there one thing you can say about Mitchum Huntzberger is he always gets right to the point.

I swallow thinking up an excuse, "I've been busy with school."

"Yes, I saw your homework in the other room. Tell me what class do you need to drink all that beer for?" Busted I avoid his eyes, I learn long ago not to sprout bull to my father. Not only does he have spies everywhere to report back to him, he can simply interrogate it out of me with a simple look.

"So what time should I report in today?" I ask knowing resistance is foolish way to battle my father.

"How about around one pm," he gets up knowing that he has won. "Oh Logan, find some time to call your mother this week. You know how she worries about you when you don't call and let her know how you're doing. Well I better go; I don't want to be late for my flight." He gets up to leave and I follow him. Opening the door my father stops, "Oh, I would suggest cleaning up the remains of your homework Logan."

"I'll get right on that Dad, and hey get me a postcard from LA," I stupidly slam the door shut after him, my poor head is revolting.

After a long hot shower, a handful of aspirin, some pancakes for breakfast. I unhappily dial my parent's number, my mother answers and states how happy she is to hear from me. We have an hour long conversation on how I should come over for dinner more, her new rug in the foyer, and how my sister Honor is throwing her life away on her boyfriend Josh. And then the rest of the conversation was her drilling me about finding a proper girl and settling into a serious relationship.

I hang up rubbing my temples; don't get me wrong I love my mother. But, sometimes I feel more like her favorite Ken doll than her grown up son. I wish I could call Honor and debrief everything with her, but it is a quarter to one already. I rush out the door and run into a few people I know, one of them being Melanie the girl I was currently dating. They join me as I travel to a wonderful day of Doyle kissing my ass just to get to Daddy.

I see Doyle right away; he looks petrified to see me. Can't say that I blame him for not wanting me around, it must be stressful on his nerves to try and constantly be on my good side. I walk to him with an out stretch hand, "Doyle, my friend." I must say Doyle has a firm grip, it probably got that way from all the hand wringing he does. "You're looking very, very well, how ya been?"

He had a smile plaster to his face, "I've been great, Logan. Great to have you back."

I smile hoping he will calm down, but he looks like he about to pop. "Yeah, well, I stayed away as long as I could, but the Yale Daily News called to me."

His voice is shaking with all the fake happiness he is putting into it, "Oh, sure. So how's everything? How's the family?"

"Everything's fine, the family's the family," I look around to see my desk is not occupied, "Ah, my desk, beautiful." Pulling out the chair, I sit down and put my feet up on the desk to get a feel of it again.

Doyle leans in, "Um, you know, Logan, I didn't know exactly when you were coming back, and I gave out the beats."

"That's fine, Doyle, I'll take whatever you've got left."

His cheerfulness was breaking, "Actually, there's none left."

Doyle will never know how happy that makes me. Now all I have to do is show up, not have to be bother with any articles, and my father will be happy. "Perfect, just the one I wanted. Relax, Doyle. I'm just here for the pretty picture in my father's head. I'm not going to be any trouble at all."

He smiles through clench teeth, "Oh, Logan, please. You, trouble? Stop. We're just glad to have you here."

"Careful, Doyle you might hurt yourself. Better get back to work, right boss? Rory, nice to see you." I bet she didn't think I would remember her again. Though I'm not surprised that she is on the paper, the way she argue with me she should be a reporter. A shocked Doyle hurries over to Rory's desk to find out how she knows me.

I don't bother to eavesdrop because I know what they're talking about. Doyle and Rory have one thing in common they both dislike me, while Rory the only one to say it to my face. With their little pow-wow over I pull out an old press hat, "Hello, city desk? Smitty here, take this down. I got a hot scoop on a tall blonde and I gotta put it to bed on the double!" I couldn't help but laugh at Doyle's face, winking at Rory I put my feet up to settle in for a nap. I tip my hat over my face and allowing myself to drift off and catch some much enjoyed sleep.


Brian is filling me in on a party that I missed, "It was funny, man, you should have been there." I laugh wishing I could have gone to the party instead of going to my parents for dinner. Least Honor had been there, we snuck up to her old room and laugh over bad yearbooks photos.

I hear a familiar voice behind us, "Hey, Huntzberger!"

I smile, "Hey! You waiting on me?"

She doesn't look happy to see me, "Could be."

"Wow, I'm flattered," I reply.

"Your prerogative," she shot back.

I ask, "You here on business or pleasure?"

She spoke calmly and firmly, "I just thought maybe I'd give you a chance to respond to my article."

Now I'm interested, "What article?"

"The article I'm doing on the Life and Death Brigade." Wait how does she know about the Life and Death Brigade, last I check her Grandfather hadn't been a member.

I change my facial features to not give anything away, "Don't really know what you're talking about."

A smirk appear on her face, "You don't? Huh. I thought you would. It's a club. One of these super secret, super exclusive clubs here at Yale, membership spans a thousand centuries, secret handshakes and secret sayings, and a lot of running around in circles in your underwear, that kind of thing."

I keep a distance look on my face, "Sounds pretty secret."

She looks cheerful, "Yeah. Anyhow, I'm doing sort of an expose on this one particular club and I figured, since you're in it, maybe you'd like to have your point of view included."

I pretended to look surprised, "I'm in it?"

She had a glint of impish in her eyes, "Well aren't you?"

"I've yet to run around in a circle in my underwear." Actually that's not true, I was five and Rosa was trying to give me a bath. She still blames her heart problems on trying to groom me to this day. But then she always has a plate of my favorite cookies waiting for me when I visit so I wonder.

Rory looks defeated for a few seconds but quickly gathers herself, "Well. Okay. I mean, I have proof that your grandfather was in it, which means that your father was in it. Which should mean that you're in it. But maybe not. Okay."

I apologize, "Sorry to let you down."

She doesn't look upset by my avoidance from her questioning, "No let down. It would have been nice, but I have plenty of stuff without you, and I'm sorry to have bothered you."

She has strike my curiosity, "You have plenty without me, huh?"

An excited look cross her face, "Oh yeah! I have the ball gowns, the girl in the gorilla mask, In Omnia Paratus – very fancy catch phrase, by the way – the license plate on the black SUV, and about a dozen other little things. I mean, getting an interview with an actual member would have been great. But I'm okay without it." Her enthusiasm reminds me of Ace reporters that I've seen in Citizen Cane, It Happened One Night,and The Philadelphia Story. I can just see her now, hunch over madly typing away at an old fashion type writer.

Wanting to show my support, "Well, great."

She smile, "Yep. Plus I'm completely onto your routine now."

I'm surprise that she become so bold, "Wow."

She grin, looking happy with herself, "Yeah. So I figure I'll just track you, and you'll eventually lead me there anyway. So, hey. I mean it would have been easier if you just would have talked to me now, but I can do it the other way if you want."

"The other way," now I was definitely interested, I wonder what she would do to get a story.

"Yes," came her reply.

"You tracking me?"

She gave me a look of confidence, "Yes."

I ask again, "Following my every move?"

Her face suddenly dawn in realization, "Yeah."

"I pick that way," I said noticing she had lost her bluster.

Actually now she looked quite timid, "Okay, but…"

Teasing I suggested, "We can start right now, if you want. I'm heading back to my room, I can keep the window open in case you feel the need to sneak in, and track me from the inside."

She shakes her head slightly, "Thanks for the info."

"Absolutely." I turn to leave, "And hey, good luck with that article. Sounds like a hell of a scoop." I give her a thumb up sign as I walk away.


I've given it some thought, it about time people know a little bit about the Life and Death Brigade. And besides everyone already knows about us, just it is all hush-hush. Of course I talk it over with Finn and Colin first; Finn told me to go ahead letting Rory have an inside scoop, and then he asked for Rory phone number. Then again he forgot what we were talking about in the next few minutes. Colin on the other hand look like he was about to have a heart attack when I brought it up, he ranted and raved about the secretly of the Brigade and how our forefathers would be turning over in their graves if I did this. I simply turn told him that he sounded like his father, which shut him up quickly. He did warn me though to make sure Rory's article didn't reveal too much.

I was thinking all this over when I sent her an instant message.

Hey Ace. I've got a proposition for you. It took her a few seconds of room searching to find out who she was talking to, I sent her a smile to let her know it was me.

Shoot. Was her reply.

I'll help you with your article. Get you the inside scoop. You just have to agree to a few conditions. I have to have some rules or Colin will die of a heart attack and I will be out of a best friend.

What conditions?

The first condition is you have to agree before you know the conditions. What do you say, Ace? You in or out? I could see her debating it in her mind and then she smiled. I didn't bother with sticking around to find out because I already knew the answer. Besides if she was going to come to the next group gathering, I had to go do some arm twisting to allow the group to let her come and observe. I have my work cut out before me.