Night Vs. Day by Ashley Nicole
Chapter 1: 2.0 and Late night phone calls.
Summary: When tragedy strikes what will happen to Rory?
Pairing: R/T R/J
Rating: PG The rating will go up in future chapters.
Spoilers: May contain stuff from the 1st and 2nd seasons
Disclaimer: Yup it's all mine, I stole it. I'm not getting paid, nor do I expect to be.
Feedback: It's what I live on! Write me or no more. coffeegurl21@aol.com
Distribution: Just ask me.
AN: sorry about any spelling errors. I ask that you be patient my cousin is my beta-reader and we do this late at night. I hope you enjoy the story. It's different and a little more dark.
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Have you ever noticed that bad things always happen at night? And in little towns? Take movies with bugs. The spiders and bees swarm at night and in little towns. The killer attacks people at night, and in a secluded area. Why? It just wouldn't be fun other wise. Who wants a killer that walks up to you in the mall and blows your head off? No one. People want suspense. They want mystery. They want the killer to sneak around in a hockey mask for days torturing the victim first. Where am I going with this? This is simple. I'm trying to explain that bad things always happen at night. But what if they don't? What if the day time terror was just as real as the night time terror?
Rory stopped writing the paper, it was giving her a headache. She wanted nothing to do with writing about horror and terror and all that crap, but it was the assignment. Stupid assignment. Explain why you think horror movies are they way they are, and why they exist. She had enough to deal with. Her Mom and dad for one thing. she still couldn't believe it had happened. It had been five months and she still couldn't deal with it.
Five months ago Christopher had been coming to visit Stars Hallow. It was a few weeks after Sookies wedding, everything was going great. Except everything was wrong. Her dad's girlfriend was pregnant, Mom was pining for him and she had kissed Jess. Jess. She was in love with Dean. No, that wasn't true. she wasn't in love with Dean. They had no spark. She sparked with Jess. But she didn't love him either. no, she had only loved one guy. The guy who turned her spark into a fire. But she couldn't think about that now. She was thinking about her parents. She was at school, she had a history test that day. Her Mom had gone to the Hartford airport to pick up her father. They were on their way back when it happened. The doctors said that the guy had a blood alcohol level of 2.0. He shouldn't have been able to start a car. but he did. He ran into her parents head on. He wasn't hurt at all. A few scrapes. Lorelai and Chris were killed instantly. They called her while she was in English, the second big shock of the day. The first had been seeing Tristan leaning against her locker. So when she was called from class to see the principal she was surprised. She was Rory. She didn't get called to the principals office in the middle of reading the Count of Monte Cristo. When she got to the office Luke and Jess were there. Luke looked like he had been crying and Jess looked more sullen than usual. She knew something was wrong. They sat her down and told her the news. She had fallen into Jess's arms and started to cry. That was the only time she had cried. She refused to move in with her grandparents, moving in instead, to the room next to Jess's in Luke's newly renovated apartment. She hadn't walked into her house, not once. Jess and Luke had gathered her things and brought them back to the apartment. They had made sure not get anything that was Lorelai's. Luke had barley been able to go in the house. Jess did his best to comfort both of them. Rory had gone back to school the week after it happened. She never talked to anyone. Anyone but Jess. The town treated her like she was dying. Never talking about Lorelai around her. Sookie visited her everyday. Everyone had been at the funeral. Rory had stood there, no emotion visible in her eyes. Sherry, Luke, and Jess had all stood by her, as had her grandparents. Tristan had been there. she saw him. He had said he was sorry, gave her a hug and slipped a letter into her hand. She didn't read the letter. She went home to Luke's and for a week got up only to shower, change, eat and go to the bathroom. Jess laid with her at night, holding her in his arms. Finally one night she worked up the courage to read the letter. It didn't begin with Dear, or any of that crap, the whole letter was simple and elegant.
Rory,
I'm not going to say that I know what your going through because I don't. I can't even fathom what it would be like. I just want to tell you how sorry I am. Not only about your parents, but about what I did to you. I want you to know that I will be there for you if you need me. For anything. A shoulder to cry on or a helping hand. Call me when you decide you want to go back to school. I want to drive you. Don't protest. I owe you so much. Here's my personal number. Call me anytime day or night (425-555-7231) or E-mail me. I know you have my address. Anytime Rory, anytime.
Love,
Tristan
She called him that night, her words were short and strained. She was going back Monday, could he pick her up at 5? She said thank you and hung up. He had picked her up and driven her to school, he had also driven her home. She rarely talked to him. He talked to her, but never about anything serious, never about his life or hers. She wondered what he had done while he was in Carolina and why he was back, but she never asked. She said thank you at the end of each ride and hopped out. Sometimes she would give him a kiss on the cheek. Her relationship with Dean was pretty much nonexistent. She wouldn't talk to him. She wouldn't talk to anyone. She was withdrawn, even after going back to Chilton. She did her work came home, read, ate and went to sleep. Usually with Jess in her bed. That was her day. Tristan tried to get her to open up. She never did. Not to him. Sometimes she would call him late at night, on those nights that Jess wasn't with her, and he would tell her a story, or sing her a song. It was almost like trying to get a 3 year old to go to sleep. Of course he only had practice with 3 month old babies. But that was another story. He didn't mind singing to her. He would stay up all night if that's what it took. She stayed in this pattern for 5 months. That brought her to the present. She stared down at her essay and then to the phone. She would call Tristan and she would let him sing her to sleep.
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The End of the first chapter. Feedback! Push the little button!!! Come on!!!
Chapter 1: 2.0 and Late night phone calls.
Summary: When tragedy strikes what will happen to Rory?
Pairing: R/T R/J
Rating: PG The rating will go up in future chapters.
Spoilers: May contain stuff from the 1st and 2nd seasons
Disclaimer: Yup it's all mine, I stole it. I'm not getting paid, nor do I expect to be.
Feedback: It's what I live on! Write me or no more. coffeegurl21@aol.com
Distribution: Just ask me.
AN: sorry about any spelling errors. I ask that you be patient my cousin is my beta-reader and we do this late at night. I hope you enjoy the story. It's different and a little more dark.
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Have you ever noticed that bad things always happen at night? And in little towns? Take movies with bugs. The spiders and bees swarm at night and in little towns. The killer attacks people at night, and in a secluded area. Why? It just wouldn't be fun other wise. Who wants a killer that walks up to you in the mall and blows your head off? No one. People want suspense. They want mystery. They want the killer to sneak around in a hockey mask for days torturing the victim first. Where am I going with this? This is simple. I'm trying to explain that bad things always happen at night. But what if they don't? What if the day time terror was just as real as the night time terror?
Rory stopped writing the paper, it was giving her a headache. She wanted nothing to do with writing about horror and terror and all that crap, but it was the assignment. Stupid assignment. Explain why you think horror movies are they way they are, and why they exist. She had enough to deal with. Her Mom and dad for one thing. she still couldn't believe it had happened. It had been five months and she still couldn't deal with it.
Five months ago Christopher had been coming to visit Stars Hallow. It was a few weeks after Sookies wedding, everything was going great. Except everything was wrong. Her dad's girlfriend was pregnant, Mom was pining for him and she had kissed Jess. Jess. She was in love with Dean. No, that wasn't true. she wasn't in love with Dean. They had no spark. She sparked with Jess. But she didn't love him either. no, she had only loved one guy. The guy who turned her spark into a fire. But she couldn't think about that now. She was thinking about her parents. She was at school, she had a history test that day. Her Mom had gone to the Hartford airport to pick up her father. They were on their way back when it happened. The doctors said that the guy had a blood alcohol level of 2.0. He shouldn't have been able to start a car. but he did. He ran into her parents head on. He wasn't hurt at all. A few scrapes. Lorelai and Chris were killed instantly. They called her while she was in English, the second big shock of the day. The first had been seeing Tristan leaning against her locker. So when she was called from class to see the principal she was surprised. She was Rory. She didn't get called to the principals office in the middle of reading the Count of Monte Cristo. When she got to the office Luke and Jess were there. Luke looked like he had been crying and Jess looked more sullen than usual. She knew something was wrong. They sat her down and told her the news. She had fallen into Jess's arms and started to cry. That was the only time she had cried. She refused to move in with her grandparents, moving in instead, to the room next to Jess's in Luke's newly renovated apartment. She hadn't walked into her house, not once. Jess and Luke had gathered her things and brought them back to the apartment. They had made sure not get anything that was Lorelai's. Luke had barley been able to go in the house. Jess did his best to comfort both of them. Rory had gone back to school the week after it happened. She never talked to anyone. Anyone but Jess. The town treated her like she was dying. Never talking about Lorelai around her. Sookie visited her everyday. Everyone had been at the funeral. Rory had stood there, no emotion visible in her eyes. Sherry, Luke, and Jess had all stood by her, as had her grandparents. Tristan had been there. she saw him. He had said he was sorry, gave her a hug and slipped a letter into her hand. She didn't read the letter. She went home to Luke's and for a week got up only to shower, change, eat and go to the bathroom. Jess laid with her at night, holding her in his arms. Finally one night she worked up the courage to read the letter. It didn't begin with Dear, or any of that crap, the whole letter was simple and elegant.
Rory,
I'm not going to say that I know what your going through because I don't. I can't even fathom what it would be like. I just want to tell you how sorry I am. Not only about your parents, but about what I did to you. I want you to know that I will be there for you if you need me. For anything. A shoulder to cry on or a helping hand. Call me when you decide you want to go back to school. I want to drive you. Don't protest. I owe you so much. Here's my personal number. Call me anytime day or night (425-555-7231) or E-mail me. I know you have my address. Anytime Rory, anytime.
Love,
Tristan
She called him that night, her words were short and strained. She was going back Monday, could he pick her up at 5? She said thank you and hung up. He had picked her up and driven her to school, he had also driven her home. She rarely talked to him. He talked to her, but never about anything serious, never about his life or hers. She wondered what he had done while he was in Carolina and why he was back, but she never asked. She said thank you at the end of each ride and hopped out. Sometimes she would give him a kiss on the cheek. Her relationship with Dean was pretty much nonexistent. She wouldn't talk to him. She wouldn't talk to anyone. She was withdrawn, even after going back to Chilton. She did her work came home, read, ate and went to sleep. Usually with Jess in her bed. That was her day. Tristan tried to get her to open up. She never did. Not to him. Sometimes she would call him late at night, on those nights that Jess wasn't with her, and he would tell her a story, or sing her a song. It was almost like trying to get a 3 year old to go to sleep. Of course he only had practice with 3 month old babies. But that was another story. He didn't mind singing to her. He would stay up all night if that's what it took. She stayed in this pattern for 5 months. That brought her to the present. She stared down at her essay and then to the phone. She would call Tristan and she would let him sing her to sleep.
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The End of the first chapter. Feedback! Push the little button!!! Come on!!!