So We Meet Again - Chapter One
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the WB owns everything, yadda yadda yadda. You know the drill. If you're going to sue, try someone who has more money than I do, k?
Notes: This story takes place sometime after the episode Run Away Little Boy, so yes, Tristan has been sent off to military school. But never fear, because I plan to rectify that situation! I need my Trory fix, and since the show wasn't giving it to me, I decided to take matters into my own hands. If you wanna drop me a line in the review section and tell me what you think of this story, that'd be dandy. =) Feedback keeps me motivated to write faster. Wink.
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"Where exactly are we going again?" Rory Gilmore asked impatiently; her overstuffed duffle-bag tucked neatly under one arm while she used the other to lug her mother's enormous suitcase towards the car. It was a hot, blistering day in the small town of Stars Hollow, and she had about as much as she could take.
"I don't know! We'll see when we get there."
Rory forced herself not to roll her eyes. She was a little annoyed by her mother's lack of direction, but she had managed to put up with it for 16 years, so it was nothing new. Lorelai wasn't exactly the typical mother figure, but that's what made her...Lorelai. "If we don't know where we're going, then how are we supposed to even get there?"
"Good question," Lorelai said, coming up behind her daughter. She had an amused smile on her face, one of which Rory was all too familiar with. She was clearly excited over this out-of-the-blue trip. "One of which I don't have the answer to."
Throwing the bags into the opened trunk, Rory threw up her hands. "You're the one who wanted to come on this trip."
"Come on, you know you were dying for an excuse to just get away from everything," Lorelai whined, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "You just needed me to give you the extra push."
"The push towards insanity, you mean," Rory said dryly, slamming the trunk shut.
Opening up her purse, Lorelai pulled out her car keys and unlocked the door. Sliding into the car, she threw Rory a bright smile, before saying, "Come on, kiddo, get in. It'll be fun."
Rory took the seat next to her mother. "Don't call me kiddo."
"Geez, someone's in a foul mood," Lorelai commented as they pulled out of the driveway.
Sinking down into her seat, Rory gazed out the window somberly, her eyes taking in the beautiful scenery that was Stars Hollow. Too bad she couldn't enjoy it. Not when she had too much else on her mind.
"Rory?"
"Sorry," Rory said quickly, her voice taking on an apologetic tone. "I guess I've just been on edge lately."
"So I've noticed. Wanna take about it?"
She shrugged, not really wanting to get into it right now. Her mother was usually the person she turned to when a crisis arose, but not this time. "Not really."
"You know I'm here if you need me, right?"
Rory nodded her head. "I know."
"I think this trip will be good for the both of us," Lorelai said suddenly, as if she had just come to the realization.
"How do you figure?" Rory asked skeptically.
"Well, we've both been going through some stuff lately, and I figure we need a little vacation to take our mind off things. It can't be healthy to keep dwelling on our problems."
Rory sighed, finally giving in a little. Her problems could wait for later. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am."
"So where are we going again?" Rory asked, after a moment, her mother still not having said anything else.
"I told you I have no idea."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Any specific place you wanna go?"
Rory shrugged, not really having any destination in mind. "Doesn't matter to me. Just as long as it's NOT Stars Hollow."
Lorelai chuckled. "That can be arranged."
***
Tristan DuGray angrily slammed his fist onto the cold, metal table, causing the waitress who had just approached to jump in surprise. He fixed her an apologetic gaze, knowing that he had allowed his temper to get the best of him. It wouldn't happen again. He was going to have to learn to control himself in the future, or he would ruin all his chances at a fresh start.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" the chipper voice asked, uncapping her pen to write down his order.
"Black coffee with two sugars and milk," he said indifferently, not really caring what he had to drink. He had only stopped by here for a quick refill before he had to leave again.
"I'll be just one second."
Tristan just nodded as he watched her leave. His eyes traveled nervously around the tiny café, as if there would be a solution hidden somewhere among the walls. What a laugh. There was no 'solution.' There was only a problem - and one that surely wouldn't be fixed anytime soon.
"Anything else?"
The voice snapped Tristan out of his reverie, and he looked up to meet the eyes of the waitress. Her smile was friendly, but he could tell she didn't really want to be there. That made two of them, then. "No, I'm good here," he said, reaching for the cup as she turned to go.
For some unexplained reason, his eye caught her nametag, and he almost dropped his coffee in surprise. Mary. He should have figured as much. The Powers obviously enjoyed torturing him, after all. Well, he simply wasn't going to think about it. He had thought of nothing else besides this girl for weeks on end, and he just had to put a stop to it. It wasn't healthy to obsess over one person for so long. He should know, for he had been obsessing over Rory Gilmore since the first day she had walked into Chilton.
Ah, memories.
They were all he had left now.
How melodramatic, he mentally chided himself, while sipping coffee that really didn't taste too good. It didn't matter anyway - he would probably never see her again. She was in another state, after all, and add to the fact that she was disgusted by his mere presence didn't bode too well for their future relationship.
Slapping a few dollar bills onto the table, he stood up and strode out of the café with a confidence that he hadn't seen in a long time. Not since she had come, anyway. But that was all going to change. He actually found himself humming as he walked down the street. It was cheesy as hell, but it fit his current mood. All was going according to plan.
Now all he had to do was get out of North Carolina.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the WB owns everything, yadda yadda yadda. You know the drill. If you're going to sue, try someone who has more money than I do, k?
Notes: This story takes place sometime after the episode Run Away Little Boy, so yes, Tristan has been sent off to military school. But never fear, because I plan to rectify that situation! I need my Trory fix, and since the show wasn't giving it to me, I decided to take matters into my own hands. If you wanna drop me a line in the review section and tell me what you think of this story, that'd be dandy. =) Feedback keeps me motivated to write faster. Wink.
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"Where exactly are we going again?" Rory Gilmore asked impatiently; her overstuffed duffle-bag tucked neatly under one arm while she used the other to lug her mother's enormous suitcase towards the car. It was a hot, blistering day in the small town of Stars Hollow, and she had about as much as she could take.
"I don't know! We'll see when we get there."
Rory forced herself not to roll her eyes. She was a little annoyed by her mother's lack of direction, but she had managed to put up with it for 16 years, so it was nothing new. Lorelai wasn't exactly the typical mother figure, but that's what made her...Lorelai. "If we don't know where we're going, then how are we supposed to even get there?"
"Good question," Lorelai said, coming up behind her daughter. She had an amused smile on her face, one of which Rory was all too familiar with. She was clearly excited over this out-of-the-blue trip. "One of which I don't have the answer to."
Throwing the bags into the opened trunk, Rory threw up her hands. "You're the one who wanted to come on this trip."
"Come on, you know you were dying for an excuse to just get away from everything," Lorelai whined, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "You just needed me to give you the extra push."
"The push towards insanity, you mean," Rory said dryly, slamming the trunk shut.
Opening up her purse, Lorelai pulled out her car keys and unlocked the door. Sliding into the car, she threw Rory a bright smile, before saying, "Come on, kiddo, get in. It'll be fun."
Rory took the seat next to her mother. "Don't call me kiddo."
"Geez, someone's in a foul mood," Lorelai commented as they pulled out of the driveway.
Sinking down into her seat, Rory gazed out the window somberly, her eyes taking in the beautiful scenery that was Stars Hollow. Too bad she couldn't enjoy it. Not when she had too much else on her mind.
"Rory?"
"Sorry," Rory said quickly, her voice taking on an apologetic tone. "I guess I've just been on edge lately."
"So I've noticed. Wanna take about it?"
She shrugged, not really wanting to get into it right now. Her mother was usually the person she turned to when a crisis arose, but not this time. "Not really."
"You know I'm here if you need me, right?"
Rory nodded her head. "I know."
"I think this trip will be good for the both of us," Lorelai said suddenly, as if she had just come to the realization.
"How do you figure?" Rory asked skeptically.
"Well, we've both been going through some stuff lately, and I figure we need a little vacation to take our mind off things. It can't be healthy to keep dwelling on our problems."
Rory sighed, finally giving in a little. Her problems could wait for later. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am."
"So where are we going again?" Rory asked, after a moment, her mother still not having said anything else.
"I told you I have no idea."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Any specific place you wanna go?"
Rory shrugged, not really having any destination in mind. "Doesn't matter to me. Just as long as it's NOT Stars Hollow."
Lorelai chuckled. "That can be arranged."
***
Tristan DuGray angrily slammed his fist onto the cold, metal table, causing the waitress who had just approached to jump in surprise. He fixed her an apologetic gaze, knowing that he had allowed his temper to get the best of him. It wouldn't happen again. He was going to have to learn to control himself in the future, or he would ruin all his chances at a fresh start.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" the chipper voice asked, uncapping her pen to write down his order.
"Black coffee with two sugars and milk," he said indifferently, not really caring what he had to drink. He had only stopped by here for a quick refill before he had to leave again.
"I'll be just one second."
Tristan just nodded as he watched her leave. His eyes traveled nervously around the tiny café, as if there would be a solution hidden somewhere among the walls. What a laugh. There was no 'solution.' There was only a problem - and one that surely wouldn't be fixed anytime soon.
"Anything else?"
The voice snapped Tristan out of his reverie, and he looked up to meet the eyes of the waitress. Her smile was friendly, but he could tell she didn't really want to be there. That made two of them, then. "No, I'm good here," he said, reaching for the cup as she turned to go.
For some unexplained reason, his eye caught her nametag, and he almost dropped his coffee in surprise. Mary. He should have figured as much. The Powers obviously enjoyed torturing him, after all. Well, he simply wasn't going to think about it. He had thought of nothing else besides this girl for weeks on end, and he just had to put a stop to it. It wasn't healthy to obsess over one person for so long. He should know, for he had been obsessing over Rory Gilmore since the first day she had walked into Chilton.
Ah, memories.
They were all he had left now.
How melodramatic, he mentally chided himself, while sipping coffee that really didn't taste too good. It didn't matter anyway - he would probably never see her again. She was in another state, after all, and add to the fact that she was disgusted by his mere presence didn't bode too well for their future relationship.
Slapping a few dollar bills onto the table, he stood up and strode out of the café with a confidence that he hadn't seen in a long time. Not since she had come, anyway. But that was all going to change. He actually found himself humming as he walked down the street. It was cheesy as hell, but it fit his current mood. All was going according to plan.
Now all he had to do was get out of North Carolina.