Troubled Past

Ch. One : Stare Through the Walls

by StoppedaLight

Set: Future Fic. Set during her senior year at Yale, everything though the end of season four is the same

Disclaimer: Honestly, do u think if i created GG I'd be here? Come on people I know you're smarter than that.

PLOT: Rory Gilmore is in her senior year at Yale, with no current romances, and she likes it that way. She hasn't heard from any of her three former flames, and for that she's glad too. Until one by one they all re-enter her life in their own ways, and old emotions come flooding back to her one by one.

Rory Gilmore walked the hollow Yale halls alone. Classes didn't start for another week and to say the campus was deserted was an understatement. She had chosen to return early so she could set up her stuff and get settled before starting school again. She hadn't counted on the fact that she'd be the only one there. Even her best friend Paris wouldn't return from Europe with her boyfriend until two days before classes.

She pulled out her key and unlocked her dorm room. When she got in she collapsed on the only piece of furniture besides her bed, the comfy old couch her grandmother had given her freshman year. When first received it had been white, but plenty of movie and pizza nights, as well as parties and spilled food had occurred in four years. The couch now had two personalities, the pretty sparkly white cushion sides, and then the four colleges roomates wolfing down pizza.

Rory sat in the silence for a moment just thinking. Sometimes she like the peace and quiet, and other times it bothered the hell out of her. This time is was the second one. After a second, she jumped up and hit play on her stereo, the second thing she had set up when she moved in, the first being the coffee maker.

That was much better, the music interrupted her thoughts momentarily, but sadly couldn't stop them all together. She thought of everything that had happened since Chilton. A lot that was for sure. She thought of herself back when she had first transferred from Stars Hollow. Man had she changed since then. Mary, Tristan, god she hadn't thought of him in forever. Rory wondered what he was up to now. Probably still a big ladies man at Harvard or Princeton, or maybe still in the military. Either way he would probably still be the same old Tristan that used to have a different girl every week in high school.

Little did Rory know that just across the hall, Tristan was sitting on his own couch facing the wall and listening to music just like her.

Tristan stared at the wall in front him. He had chosen to move in two weeks early to get away from his family, who insisted that he spend the summer with them. His father hadn't changed one bit since he was in high school. God sometimes it was like he never left. His father still ultimately controlled him, and barely let Tristan have any say in what he did, which is ultimately why he was at Yale.

When Tristan had decided he needed to get away from Harvard and start over, he had chosen his fathers alma matter so he knew he would be "allowed." So here he was, two weeks until classes with nothing to do and no one to talk to. He went back to staring at the blank wall and listening to his music.

God, sometimes he wished that he could cut off all ties to his family and leave and never come back. He hated them. He hated everything his father had put him through, especially military school. God if only he had listened to everyone and stopped hanging out with those boneheads. He hadn't even had anything to do with the stupid safe. His buddies had cracked it and then went to find him. When Tristan got there he saw the open safe and was about to leave when Headmaster Charleston came in and assumed all three had taken part in the crime.

Because of the stupid safe his dad sent him away to military school so that he would no longer embarrass the family. The place was hell. Every minute was pure torture. The only thing that had kept him going was dreaming of the day he would get out and of how things used to be.

Sometimes when he got really sick of everything in his life, Tristan would sit and think about Chilton. He missed it when things got tough. If only he could go back and relive everything maybe things would turn out different. Maybe he could have stopped the stupid safe incident. He could have skipped military school and stayed all four years at Chilton. Maybe he could have even had Rory Gilmore. Mary. The image of her brought a smile to his face. God he had loved her.

He wondered where she had ended up. Probably at Harvard, he thought to himself. That had always been her dream school. She had probably made it too, she was smarter than anyone he had ever met. Rory. Mary. He loved her name. He loved to think of her. If only he could turn back time. He would have stopped being the immature jack ass he had been and actually be nice to her. What if. He said that a lot, but no matter how much he wished he could, he couldn't turn back time. He couldn't see her or talk to her. In fact he would probably never see her again either.

Hey everybody! Hope you like the first chapter. One thing I hate about fanfic is long pauses between chapters so here's the second chapter too! Check back this week for more updates. Oh, and please review!!! I'm really bad about getting cases of writers block and your reviews really help me churn out better chapters faster! Thanks, Paige