Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls (if I did, Rory and Tristan would have ended up together) or the song "Monsoon" by Tokio Hotel, which this chapter is based off of.
A/N: I was rewriting my Camp Rock one-shot fic and I had a great idea to do one for Gilmore Girls. I was listening to this song and started writing the fic as a one-shot about the song, but it totally took a different turn by the middle of the story.
Monsoon
Tristan DuGrey was sitting there in his bedroom staring at the broken door. There was nothing there for him anymore. It felt empty and cold. Everything in his life had been turned upside down. He felt like he couldn't go on anymore.
He could see the dark clouds coming through the window. He had come home from the war. He had graduated military school and it turned out that the school wasn't at all bad as he thought it was. It definitely whipped him into shape. It made him want to do something more for the world. He enlisted in the Marines as soon as he was able to graduate. He didn't even give it a second thought.
Now, he felt like going out in the rainstorm and running until he reached the end of the world. He wanted to run to a place where the rain wouldn't hurt him as it pelted towards the ground. He just missed her too much. Whenever he started to feel that he would lose himself, he would start thinking of her. His roommate at school, who enlisted with him, always made fun of him for thinking about a girl that wouldn't return his feelings. But, to Tristan, thinking about one Miss Rory Gilmore kept him going and surviving at school. Just like right now, when his family was falling apart in front of his eyes, he wanted to run through the monsoon with her.
Every time he slept, he would dream of her. Her porcelain face was so close to him that if he reached out, he would be able to touch of her warm and blushing cheeks. Every time he would close his eyes, he would remember her in that purple/pink dress that she wore for their Romeo and Juliet scene – the one where he had to pull out because of a stupid prank that he played and got caught for it. He would always remember that scene. It would play in his head over and over. He kept wishing that he would throw caution to the wind and just kissed her one last time.
He always wondered where she was or what she was doing now. He kept thumbing through the different papers like the New York Times or the Hartford Gazette when he was oversees just to check to see if he could find her name. He never did. He always thought that writing was her passion. He wondered if she was thinking about him at times. He knew that that was a stretch of wishful thinking. Even though they left on friendly terms, she probably didn't remember him or ever wondered what happened to him.
He looked at the door again and made up his mind. He wasn't going to stay in this house and listen to his parents get drunk, yell at each other, the slamming of doors, and the crying that come out of his parent's room. He raced down the stairs and through the front door. He didn't stop until he reached his car in the driveway.
He got in the car and put the key in the ignition. He didn't know where to go, but he did know that he had to get as far away from his house as possible. Even though he was twenty-six years old, he had to get away from his parents and their dramatic lives. His parents wanted to prove to society that they were the best couple and parents, but, in reality, they were not.
He drove and drove for miles. He finally reached the small town called Stars Hallow. He vaguely remembered the name until he drove by a familiar looking land mark – a dance studio. He couldn't believe his luck – he ended up in the town of the one girl that he always loved but was too chicken to realize it until it was too late.
'She was probably married to the Bagboy by now,' he thought as he pulled into a parking space in front of a diner with the sign that said, 'Hardware.' He sat back and looked at the little town. It definitely would have suited her. It was quite and filled with life just like her. He could see the townspeople setting up decorations all around town and he could vaguely hear singing coming from a certain corner where the local store was at.
He got out of his car and ran across the street towards the diner. He opened up the door and got the strong whiff of fresh coffee brewing. He brushed off the few rain drops that had managed to catch a hold of him and smiled at the thought of coffee. It reminded him of Rory. She definitely did like her coffee. He remembered offering it to her as a peace offering one day when they tried to become friends.
The man behind the counter nodded to a seat near the window and Tristan nodded his head in return. He headed towards that table next to the window. Seated at the next table, he could hear and see one woman speaking rather rapidly while the other was nodding her head enthusiastically. They were both brunette and that made him suddenly picture Rory. She had that long hair that he always wanted to run his heads through. And those eyes of hers – Tristan could never forget those doeful pair of eyes. He would do anything for her and he wondered if she ever knew that.
He sat there staring at the menu and had to fight the urge to run night and day just so that he could find her, but he knew that it wasn't even possible. It was like she had disappeared off the face of the earth. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the younger brunette laugh. 'It wasn't possible, was it?' he asked himself. 'It couldn't be her.' He shook himself from the thought and was startled to see the man from behind the counter standing right next to him. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, pulling out his order pad.
Tristan shook his head. "No, I'm just visiting," he replied and stared at the menu again.
"Do you know what you want to order or do you want to take another minute?" the man asked him. Tristan could tell that he was the owner of the diner. He had an air about him that showed that he owned the place. Plus, it did help that he turned to the table next to Tristan's and shouted, "Lorelai, where in the world did you get that coffee? I didn't pour you any. It's bad for you!" He turned his attention back to Tristan. "Sorry about that. My wife shouldn't be having any coffee. So, what are in the mood for?"
"Excuse me, Young Brad Pitt," the brunette from the other table said, as she sashayed up to the table. Tristan smiled. He understood why the owner said that she wasn't allowed to have any coffee. She was pregnant. "Maybe you can entertain my daughter while I have a chat with my husband about some coffee cups," she suggested and pulled the owner away from the table. Tristan could hear that he was protesting and mumbling something about 'being rude to customers.'
"Sorry about that. My mom is kind of….Tristan?!" the younger brunette exclaimed. Tristan's eyes shot up and towards those eyes that he had been dreaming about.
"Rory?" he exclaimed, not quite believing if she was real or not. He had to pinch himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. She laughed and Tristan felt like his knees were going to give out if he was standing. "Can I sit here?" she asked, after she calmed down a bit. He didn't remember saying anything, but felt his head nodding rather quickly.
She slid into the seat and faced him. "I didn't expect to see you in town," Rory said, starting up the conversation while ringing her hands. She hoped that he didn't hear the conversation that she and her mom were having earlier. They were talking about past loves and the conversation turned towards a certain Chilton blond. Rory never dated Tristan in high school, but, she knew that deep down that she had some kind of feelings for him. That was one factor why she said 'no' to Logan's proposal. She didn't want to say 'yes' because she knew that she wasn't being fair to him. She had feelings for another blond. He was just a good substitute at the time for the real person that she had wanted.
"I was out for a drive and I ended up here," Tristan said, smiling at the fact that she was really sitting in front of him.
"That's kind of a long drive," Rory said, smiling because she got to see him actually smiling and not giving her his smirk that she remembered from high school.
"Well, it's not when I drive," he said laughing a little. She loved the way that he laughed. 'Was it possible for the feelings to rush up and hit me so quickly?' she asked herself, not knowing that he was thinking the same thing. "I was actually thinking about you and I guess I subconsciously ended up driving here," he confessed and Rory swore that her heart skipped a beat at that confession.
"Really?" she asked, and then mentally berated herself for asking that. He laughed some more and gave her a nod. "Yeah," he said. "I kept thinking about what you were up to. If you were married and had kids by now."
"Well, I have been thinking about you too," she confessed. He raised and eyebrow at that statement. "I heard from my grandparents who heard it was from yours that you enlisted in the Marines and that you were sent off to war. I didn't know when you would be back."
He nodded his head. "Yeah, thanks by the way," he said. 'She looks so cute confused,' he thought and explained. "You were all that I thought about over there and it kept me alive enough to fight and come back home." She blushed at the way he said that – he sounded so sincere when he said that. She looked out the window and noticed that the rain had stopped falling and the sun had come out. A rainbow had even appeared. "Do you want to go for a walk and catch up?" she asked. He nodded his head. "I'll just go and tell my mom that I'll meet her at home, or not…" she said, laughing. Tristan turned around to see the older version of Rory waving her hand and turning back to her husband, probably begging for some more coffee.
Tristan held the door for Rory while she got her coat on. They continued to walk and catch up until they reached the little pond behind her mother's inn. They sat down on the bridge. "I never knew that you had feelings for me," Rory said, oblivious at that fact. "I knew that we had chemistry but I just never saw it. Or, I guess I chose not to."
"You were with Dean at the time," Tristan said, hoping that it didn't come out too bitterly. Rory laughed and laid a hand on his arm. "Dean and I aren't together anymore. He's married. They're going to have a baby in a couple of months," she explained.
"Dean? Married? And, not to you?" Tristan asked, incredulous that someone wouldn't want to marry Rory Gilmore.
"Yeah, it's okay," Rory said. "I'm happy for them." She explained what happened about the Dean, Lindsey, and Rory triangle. Tristan couldn't believe that Dean was capable of doing that. "It's his lost, anyways," Tristan said, brushing a tear away from her eyes. "He doesn't deserve you."
Rory didn't know what really possessed her, but she leaned in closer to Tristan. "I'm glad that we ran into each other again," she said.
"Hey, Rory?" he said, mustering up all of the strength that he had.
"Hmmm?" she asked, smiling up at him. Being in his arms, felt like Heaven to Rory. She didn't want to lose that feeling.
"What are you doing tonight?" he asked. She smiled and leaned in to place soft kiss on his lips. "I'm going out on a date with you," she stated and snuggled even closer, if possible, to him.
"Did you know that I would run through the monsoon and beyond the world, to the end of time, to get to you?" he asked and they both smiled, knowing that this is the first day to their lives together.
A/N: Please review. I would love to hear any comments at all. Also, if you have any song suggestion and would like me to write it, I can most definitely try.