Prologue: Escape
Title: Anywhere but Here
Chapter: Prologue: Escape
Pairing: Rory/Tristan
Spoilers: Up to Season Two Finale
Rating: PG - slight swearing
Summary: Two tortured souls find solace on a trip down the dusty road.
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls belongs to Warner Brothers and if I owned them I wouldn't be here putting my ideas on Fanfiction.net would I?
A/N: The name of this title has nothing to do with Enrique Iglesias' Escape. And the title of this story has nothing to do with the film. So yeah.... Got any ideas for me? Just review them in. Chill - ice
She didn't know what she was doing. The pounding of her footsteps on the gravel echoed in her head as she walked along. She couldn't stop.
There was a voice that told her not to stop walking and for once she listened to it and abandoned the voice of sensibility. Walk, walk, walk, then onto the bus she went.
Sitting down onto one the cheap plastic benches, her hand firm on the cold handrail. Then she walked off the bus and onto the side of a lonely highway, standing there, braving the autumn breeze and the last piercing streams of sunlight that the sun could offer as it made its steady descent below the horizon.
This wasn't natural for Rory Leigh Gilmore. She was the voice of reason, she wasn't one to abandon everything and run off. No, that wasn't her, yet here she was, standing on the side of the road. She should be studying right now, for her acceptance exam into Harvard, she should be doing all those things that Rory Gilmore would do, but she wasn't.
For at the moment she decided to do what she had done, she had put down her pen and walked out the door, the last shreds of responsibility had dissolved into an urge for something different. She didn't want to be the studious bookworm, reading under a dim light in the dark, shady corner. She wanted to be the free spirit that danced outside under the golden sun.
She wanted to be rid of the heavy burden that seemed to weigh her down. She wanted to escape. And for once, she listened to that urge.
Now as the night chill closed in and the silence of the highway sank in, her pledge for freedom became somewhat of a reckless stunt.
Rory stared out in the distance, that same emptiness plaguing her inside.
She longed to fulfil it but yet she didn't even know what it was. Rory sighed, she had trusted her heart over her logic, that was what made her so vulnerable.
She bent down, dusting the spot so that she could sit down. Now with her arms hugging her knees and her chin resting on her knees, she watched as the stars filled the sky.
Lost at what to do now, Rory chose just sat there, watching the tiny pinpricks of light in the distance.
"No, I don't give a damn about his company, I don't want to do the same things he did Mother, no, you listen here."
The impatient voice of a young man's cut through the air.
"I don't want to get another girl, I'm not over her yet okay? Just."
Tristan DuGrey finally gave up, his frustration evident on his face as he flung the mobile phone onto the road. With a satisfying crunch, the tyres of his Ferrari reduced the device into nothing more than a mangled heap of silicon before it sped forward with renewed acceleration.
Tristan ran his hand through his tousled hair. Too much had been happening. His father's death. His break-up with Natalie. His so called leg up into the big, bad world by taking his father's place at DuGrey Insurance Corporation.
Why was everything so hard?
He drove along, not caring where he went, he just wanted to escape the rush, to take time to slow down. and that's when he saw the lonely figure on the side of the road.
A/N: Should I continue? ......
Title: Anywhere but Here
Chapter: Prologue: Escape
Pairing: Rory/Tristan
Spoilers: Up to Season Two Finale
Rating: PG - slight swearing
Summary: Two tortured souls find solace on a trip down the dusty road.
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls belongs to Warner Brothers and if I owned them I wouldn't be here putting my ideas on Fanfiction.net would I?
A/N: The name of this title has nothing to do with Enrique Iglesias' Escape. And the title of this story has nothing to do with the film. So yeah.... Got any ideas for me? Just review them in. Chill - ice
She didn't know what she was doing. The pounding of her footsteps on the gravel echoed in her head as she walked along. She couldn't stop.
There was a voice that told her not to stop walking and for once she listened to it and abandoned the voice of sensibility. Walk, walk, walk, then onto the bus she went.
Sitting down onto one the cheap plastic benches, her hand firm on the cold handrail. Then she walked off the bus and onto the side of a lonely highway, standing there, braving the autumn breeze and the last piercing streams of sunlight that the sun could offer as it made its steady descent below the horizon.
This wasn't natural for Rory Leigh Gilmore. She was the voice of reason, she wasn't one to abandon everything and run off. No, that wasn't her, yet here she was, standing on the side of the road. She should be studying right now, for her acceptance exam into Harvard, she should be doing all those things that Rory Gilmore would do, but she wasn't.
For at the moment she decided to do what she had done, she had put down her pen and walked out the door, the last shreds of responsibility had dissolved into an urge for something different. She didn't want to be the studious bookworm, reading under a dim light in the dark, shady corner. She wanted to be the free spirit that danced outside under the golden sun.
She wanted to be rid of the heavy burden that seemed to weigh her down. She wanted to escape. And for once, she listened to that urge.
Now as the night chill closed in and the silence of the highway sank in, her pledge for freedom became somewhat of a reckless stunt.
Rory stared out in the distance, that same emptiness plaguing her inside.
She longed to fulfil it but yet she didn't even know what it was. Rory sighed, she had trusted her heart over her logic, that was what made her so vulnerable.
She bent down, dusting the spot so that she could sit down. Now with her arms hugging her knees and her chin resting on her knees, she watched as the stars filled the sky.
Lost at what to do now, Rory chose just sat there, watching the tiny pinpricks of light in the distance.
"No, I don't give a damn about his company, I don't want to do the same things he did Mother, no, you listen here."
The impatient voice of a young man's cut through the air.
"I don't want to get another girl, I'm not over her yet okay? Just."
Tristan DuGrey finally gave up, his frustration evident on his face as he flung the mobile phone onto the road. With a satisfying crunch, the tyres of his Ferrari reduced the device into nothing more than a mangled heap of silicon before it sped forward with renewed acceleration.
Tristan ran his hand through his tousled hair. Too much had been happening. His father's death. His break-up with Natalie. His so called leg up into the big, bad world by taking his father's place at DuGrey Insurance Corporation.
Why was everything so hard?
He drove along, not caring where he went, he just wanted to escape the rush, to take time to slow down. and that's when he saw the lonely figure on the side of the road.
A/N: Should I continue? ......