Touch of Hellfire (Original Version)

"So basically it isn't your sister's fault?" Andrea asked me. "Of course it isn't, it's the Huntzbergers!" I exclaimed.

"I thought you liked Logan?" Sophia frowned. "The parents," I clarified. "They said to my sister that she wasn't good enough, to hell with them!"

"You're planning something," Andrea sussed out. "Hell yes I am," I told her, pointing my purple pen with the troll at her.

"So you're going to dig up dirt on Mitchum Huntzberger?" Andrea asked me.

"No, I need my grandparents on my side for this," I told them.

"Well, according to my mom, there's a DAR function and they will be there and Heather is going to show the Huntzbergers not to mess with the Gilmores," Andrea smiled.

"First things first you should go wearing plaid shirts," Sophia suggested.

"Black ripped, red and black checked, that sparkly grey shirt," Andrea suggested.

"If you wear the blue," I told her.

"Done."

***

"Plan?" Andrea instructed to me. "We get a confession on tape, then show it to my grandparents, they'll sort the ultimate takedown."

"But why didn't they do this before?"

"Because they think the Huntzbergers are the picture perfect family, then they convince my sister to go back to school," I spelt out the plan.

"It's a good plan, so I'll go after Mommy, you go after Daddy," Andrea smiled.

"How did you get wires?" I asked her. "Simple," she smirked. "You're not gonna tell me, are you?" I wondered.

"I bought them, chill," she rolled her eyes.

"What do you think?" I asked her. "Would they kill us?" Andrea wondered.

"No," I said. I looked up and scrunched my nose. "At least I don't think they're capable."

Mariana, Andrea's mother was driving us to a DAR event. "This is a good plan girls," she told us.

Mariana escorted us in. "It's okay if we dress like this right?"

"You're my pluses, they won't care," Mariana smirked. We walked in and sat a table.

"Heather?"

Rory gasped once she laid eyes on me. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to a corner. "What are you doing here?"

"Throwing crazy and delusion out the window and flushing denial down the toilet," I told her.

"You look...like the old Heather," Rory told me. "Thanks," I mumbled. "Oh my God, you only wear that plaid shirt if you're planning an evil takedown!"

"Yep and my target is your boyfriend's daddy," I grumbled. "Just tell me what you're going to do," Rory sighed.

"Look, I'm wearing a wire," I lifted my shirt a little. "I just need a confession of what Mitchum Huntzberger said, then I'll show it to Grandma and Grandpa because that's the reason they're oh so cool about everything."

"And..I was thinking...I am going back to Yale," Rory told me. "Really? When?" I asked her. "After midterm," she told me. "You were right, I do regret it and what you said about your professor, saying what he did and it pushed you to work harder and look where you are..Sundance!"

I smiled at her. "I am going back, I promise," she did a pinky promise. "But I'm not ready to talk to Mom yet, you show Mitchum, or as I call him Bitchum, that Gilmores are a force to be reckoned with."

She hugged me tightly.

"So why is Andrea here?" Rory asked me. "She's going after Mommy," I told her. "Thank God," Rory breathed a sigh of relief.

"Disperse," she ordered, nudging me away. I joined Andrea. "She's going back to Yale," I whispered. "So Thing Two, check..should we still go through with Thing One?"

"They disrespected my entire family..they need their just desserts," I told her.

"Right, my target is acquired," Andrea mumbled. "Get her," Mariana whispered.

I walked up to Grandma. "Hey Grandma."

"Heather? What on earth are you doing here? And what are you wearing?"

Now I know how Mom feels. "I'm gonna say this once, Shira and Elias Huntzberger totally humiliated Rory and told her she wasn't good enough to marry Logan or to be affiliated with their family and Mitchum said to her that she isn't good enough to be a journalist, crushing all her hopes and dreams, thought I'd remind you and I'm gonna get proof."

I turned around to see Mitchum. "Heather, please don't do something you'll regret," Grandpa begged me. "They disrespected Rory, they disrespected our entire family, it'd be a cold day in hell if I did nothing about it," I told him and I walked away.

***

"Mitchum Huntzberger, I don't believe, we have met," I said in the sweetest voice ever. "And you are?" he asked me. "Oh who I am doesn't matter right this second, your drink seems empty."

I walked over to the bar and he followed me. "Who are you?" he asked me.

"Can I ask a question? How do you sleep at night?" I asked him. "Excuse me?" he scoffed.

"It's a simple question." I folded my arms. "Do you sleep better at night knowing you crush dreams of college students?"

"I don't believe this," he scoffed. "Sit down, I'm not finished!" I snapped.

Grandpa was looking at me proudly. He knew the truth. "Richard, drag this girl away from me," he grumbled. "Don't order my grandfather around," I hissed.

"The other granddaughter," he assumed. I looked over to see Grandma walking away from Shira Huntzberger.

"Anything to say for yourself?" I asked him. "Before I shame you in front of everyone?"

"Hez, we succeeded, come on...we can go," Andrea whispered to me.

"Right," we started to walk away but Mitchum grabbed my arm. "Let go of me!" I grumbled, tugging my arm. "You don't come in here where you don't belong and speak to me in that manner!"

He shoved me back, hard, as I fell back onto a chair, smashing it. Andrea rushed to my side. "Jesus! Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," I mumbled, in pain. "I'm okay."

Andrea pulled me up and I winced. "Sweetheart, get her in the car," Mariana ordered. "You'll be hearing from my lawyers," Grandpa hissed at Mitchum.