Disclaimer: Amy and Daniel Palladino, along with the rest of the WB, own Gilmore Girls. I'm just borrowing the characters.

A/N: Anybody remember this? Well, here it is again. Hopefully I'll update sooner, but who knows. Anyway, it's here now. Hope somebody remembers it. Umm, if you don't really understand, I'm going to have another author's note at the bottom.

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Stephanie rushed into the office ten minutes late. "I am so sorry, my interview went longer than I expected." She sat down in an uncomfortable leather couch and took off her black pea coat. Underneath she was wearing a black pencil skirt with a button up white cotton shirt. On top of that was a gray tweed vest. She then proceeded to take off her black pumps and curl her feet up under her.

The therapist just smiled at her. "It's okay, you're here now. Would you care for something to drink?"

"I'm good." Stephanie held up her water bottle. "But thank you."

"Are those Gucci?"

"What? Oh my shoes. Yes, they are." Stephanie beamed down at her shoes like a proud parent. "Saks was having a sale, and I couldn't help myself. Logan was buying, after all."

"I'm very jealous, I've been eying those shoes. I was hoping to get them for Christmas, but alas Santa didn't fulfill my wish."

Stephanie laughed. "I know what you mean."

"Do you? No offense, but I pegged you as someone who gets what they want."

A slow smile spread across Stephanie's face. "That's pretty bold of you. Not trying to put me at ease?"

"I'm not that kind of therapist."

"Good to know."

"Excellent. Let's get started then, shall we? I'm sure Finn has already told you, but my name is Emily Thomas."

"I'm Stephanie Pennington, not that you probably didn't already know that from my file. Actually, Finn hasn't told me anything, except that you're really pretty," Stephanie told her. "And you're blushing. Hasn't anyone told you not to crush on your clients? Even if they are really charming?"

"He may be charming, but I don't have a crush on him."

"I'd watch out. The last therapist he went to, when he was fifteen, he slept with her so that she'd tell the school that he was mentally capable to stay at the school."

The therapist gasped. "Are you serious?"

"No." Stephanie shrugged. "I mean, maybe. I'm not sure. It sounds like something he'd do, and we always wondered how he ended up staying at Andover longer than Colin and Logan. And shortly after the two got kicked out, the school therapist was transferred to an all girls school. He never did tell us what happened, so we came to that conclusion."

"So you said that you had a job interview today?"

Stephanie laughed. "Nice diversion. You're one of the better therapists I've been to, I can tell already. Anyway, yes, I did have a job interview today. Cute little boutique in New Haven. Which is why I'm dressed this way. I thought I would make a stunning impression. Not that I usually have trouble with that."

"Do you think you'll get the job?"

"I'm pretty hopeful. I mean, I'm excellent with people, I have fashion sense, I'm familiar with the shop, and I am majoring in fashion design."

"Where'd you work before?"

"Before what?"

"Before this job."

"Oh. No where. This'll be my first job."

"Really? And why choose now to get a job?"

"Money. My dad cancelled all of my credit cards. Luckily, he still pays for my car insurance."

"What do you drive?"

"An Audi A3. It's not like my insurance is that high. In fact, compared to my friends, it's quite low. I have a good student and a good driver discount. I think he's just trying to teach me a lesson. I mean, it's not like he doesn't have two other yachts. Losing one did nothing. It's just more of the fact that I got arrested again. And once we get this cleared up, the insurance company will reimburse him."

"Arrested again?"

"Yeah. My friends and I tend to do some stupid things. You're only young once, right? Most of them are juvenile delinquencies. Nothing on my permanent record, until this. Which I'm hoping to get cleared up, because I did absolutely nothing."

"Would you like to talk about that? The accident, I mean."

"Well, I suppose I have to. That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

"We have six months, or until the court gets a confession. You can talk about it anytime you'd like. If you're not comfortable, we can talk about something else."

Stephanie sighed. "No. I might as well talk about it while it's fresh in my memory."

"I've got an idea," I announced one day. It was early December, and Finn, Colin, and I were hanging around Logan and Rory's apartment, as we usually do. Rory doesn't know, but we all have a copy of a key to their apartment.

Colin and Finn just looked up expectantly, so I elaborated. "We should go to the Caribbean when Logan gets back for Christmas."

"Have you been doing lines in the bathroom again?" Colin asked me sarcastically.

"Bite me, McCrea," I shot back. "But seriously, we can go down to St. Bart's. My dad's yacht is already there. It'll be perfect. Logan will love it."

"A yacht?" Colin scoffed.

"You must be on crack if you don't remember the last time we took a yacht," Finn said.

"That's why I'm not letting you drive." I mimicked his patent smirk back to him.

Colin snickered. "She has a point there, Finn."

"Are you insinuating that I'm a bad driver?" Finn mocked outrage.

"Yes," I replied.

"Okay, fine, I give. When are you planning this?"

"And that's exactly how you remember this exchange?" the therapist asked.

Stephanie nodded. "Right down to the facial expressions. I have an excellent memory."

She nodded. "So, you got to St. Bart's."

"Right. Have you ever been to St. Bart's?"

The therapist shook her head. "I've always wanted to, however."

"It's gorgeous, you'd love it there. Anyway, the night of the incident, we'd anchored off of a tiny island called Anguilla. We were all drinking, having a good time, when Tristan made a stupid comment to piss off Colin."

"You fucking douche bag," Colin growled. He leapt up and was immediately in Tristan's face.

"Wow, McCrea, surprisingly intimidating. I thought the only time you have balls is when you're tea bagging Finn," Tristan taunted.

Colin smirked. "Jealous?"

"Okay, mates, I'd like to clear up that the only person that does that is Logan," Finn joked. He was ignored by the two.

"You wish. Then maybe you'd have a chance to suck my cock."

"If I could find it."

"Fuck you."

"Real original."

Tristan just laughed and slung an arm around Rory, which Logan either didn't notice or ignored. "Have you had enough of this pissing contest, Mary?"

"Mary," Colin said tauntingly. "Oh, DuGrey, still pining over her? She's no longer a Mary. Logan got to that before you."

This time, Tristan got in Colin's face. Finn just rolled his eyes and poured me and Logan another drink before he started drinking from the whole bottle.

Colin laughed. "Oh, Mary, Mary, quite contrary. If you were thinking about sleeping with this piece of scum, make sure to get your shots. He's had the Clap. Twice."

I rolled my eyed. "Fuck you both. Straighten your shit up or get the fuck off my boat." When neither of them moved, I grabbed the bottle of vodka and went to my room.

"I went to sleep pretty quickly after that," Stephanie finished. "They probably finished fighting over Rory fucking Gilmore. Like, what the fuck is with that? With her innocent act, fuck that. I can't believe my boys are fighting over her. The Spineless Girl Wonder. She tried to visit Logan over summer, but he told her he had plane tickets for her for Christmas, so she decided not to go because that was too intimidating. Then when he changed his plans so that he came out here, she didn't even try to argue, even though she'd already made plans to be out there with him.

"And I realize I sound jealous. Which, maybe I am. But I doubt it. I'm prettier, smarter, and I have some fucking courage. I also realize my language is vulgar. Sorry about that, I really cannot stand the girl," she finished.

"It's perfectly okay. Therapy is all about letting out your feelings. So what happened when you awoke?"

"Well, I woke up to a jolt. With a pounding headache, it wasn't so fun. I ran up on deck to find Colin, Logan, and Finn calling out for mayday on the radio. That's when I knew that we were fucked, basically. The rest is kind of a blur. I remember falling to the floor in shock, but nothing until I'm being finger printed. But I guess that's how those things go, huh? It seems everybody had a bit of a memory lapse."

"So do you know who sunk the yacht?"

"No. Actually, I choose to blame all three of those idiots."

"Do you think that's healthy?"

Stephanie laughed. "No. Do you? But god help me, I love all three off those jackasses. Am I crazy?"

"It doesn't sound like it. Just a good friend."

"So I guess I'll see next week, huh?"

"Same time, unless you're already working. Give me a call. This is my card."

Stephanie uncurled her feet and put on her shoes and coat. "Thank you. I'll see later. Take it easy, and try not to think of Finn too much." She winked at the therapist and walked out.

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A/N2: Ok, so, basically, there's going to be six chapters, and each chapter is going to be focused around someone else's story. The stories will conflict, which is why I have the italics and the flashbacks so prominent. Not everybody remembers the same thing, and remember, a lot of them were drunk at various times when this was happening, which is why sometimes the dialogue, and even situations, may be different. I think it's a fun idea, anyway.