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Summary: Everything has become to much for our heroine so with a wanna-be controlling weirdo boyfriend who has bad hair and a job bagging groceries(bet he always puts the bread on the bottom)being the straw that broke the camel's back, Lorelei gets her wish for a mini-me in spades.

One could almost hear the sounds of the emotional bindings breaking and falling to the floor at her feet as she strode after him not caring who was watching because enough was enough, not caring that the dress her mother had spent hours altering was dragging the ground ready to trip her at any moment, not caring because the beast that all named Lorelei in the Gilmore family possessed had finally broken loose and as the only Lorelei to not embrace it's insanity it felt long over do for a good romp, "Tristan DuGrey get your ass back here or I am going to kick it so hard you'll be shades of blue never seen by science before!" sweet, innocent, the voice of reason Rory Gilmore threatened loudly while debating wither or not to go ahead and tackle the bane of her existence to the ground or try and take him down with a couple of rabbit punches to the kidneys.

Freezing mid step Tristan looked over his shoulder at the enraged female coming straight towards him, his fight or flight instinct had, well...fled leaving him standing there like a deer in headlights because not only had "Mary" raised her voice in a true show of anger but had also threatened bodily harm with the clear conviction of using it if she wasn't obeyed. Reaching him she placed herself between him and the man that had called out to him that it was time to go. Both males watched her wearily like one would watch an angered snake. Between on breath and the next she'd reached up grabbed Tristan by the shirt collar and jerked him down till they were eye to eye. "Listen to me you worm, if you think your leaving me after all the hell you've put me through you have another thing coming." she snarled.

A few feet away Alistair DuGrey's shock at what he was seeing was fading fast and was becoming replaced by amusement causing him to make snorting noises as he tried not to chuckle at the scene playing out in front of him. 'Tristan hadn't even looked that scared when the police had brought him home earlier.'

"You owe me for every minute of misery you've given me from the moment I met you and I demand payment in full, until then I OWN YOU! So fix this! I don't care if you have to beg, plead, offer to father the first born child of Bowman's heifer of a sister you will not leave me. If you do I will hunt you to the ends of the earth and make your life a living hell." Releasing her hold on his shirt she pointed to the dressing room "Now get your ass into your costume get on stage and lets get this thing over with because I am not facing Paris without you just because you decided to hang out with that pair of morons who couldn't even plan a snack run in their own house let alone an safe heist. I mean my god who doesn't do recon when planning something like that. A 7-11 has silent alarms so why wouldn't a billionaires' safe, dumbass. Bunch of inbred blue blooded amateurs."

Seeing him still standing there staring at her like she had grown a third eye and not doing what she'd told him had her narrowing her eyes at him causing him to stumble back, "I said GIT!" she snapped and pointed towards the dressing room again. He backed away a few feet before turning and running to do as she had said his body wanting to live to see another day and fearing that it wouldn't if it listened to his mind when the ability to think returned and he decided to disobey her.

When the door had slammed shut behind him she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples hoping to cause the pressure she was feeling to ease up some, "I am to young and cute for this." she gripped. "Yes you are." a deep amuse sounding voice agreed. Looking over her shoulder she found a very handsome older man smiling warmly at her, the resemblance between Tristan and him was undeniable,

"And your are Bible-Boy's...uncle?" she asked not really caring.
"Father"
"I feel your pain." she told him dryly.
"Thanks." Alistair grinned, "And you would be?"
" Rory Gilmore." she answered and held her hand out.
"I don't think he's ever mentioned a Rory before." he told her as he shook her offered hand.

Rolling her eyes heavenward and wondering for the fifth time that day why she hadn't been struck by lightening and have her miseries end in one fell swoop she answered through gritted her teeth, "You might know me as Mary."
Now the elder DuGrey really looked amused "I see. Gilmore you say, any relation to Richard and Emily Gilmore"
"Grandparents. I'm Lorelai's daughter."

It took a good five minutes after that before he could catch his breath having burst into uncontrollable laughter. In that time Paris had shown back up demanding to know where Rory's Romeo was even having phrased it just like that in her rant. "Getting dressed," Rory shrugged, "though Tris did look a little scared. I figure it might be a case of stage fright I heard that it can spring up in the most confident of people without warning." "Not on my watch it won't!" Paris snapped and having ignored the laughing presence of a man she'd known all her life because of tunnel vision she made a bee-line for the dressing room at a brisk pace.

A very unmanly sounding yell of the blond terror's name filled the air a moment later when the glorified closet's door was flung open. "Oh stuff it; mom's got pictures of you wearing less in at least three of my baby albums." Paris informed him in a tone which clearly stated that she thought him to be an idiot, she then proceeded to read her one-time crush the riot act for being late and daring to have stage fright. Alistair had gotten his composure back just in time to witness his son being drug from the dressing room by and angry red faced blond by the frills on his costume's shirt.

"Dad military school...please? Now?" Tristan called out in a loud whimper as he was being led away. "WE as in me and you have already talked about this Tristan, remember eight minutes ago right here where I'm standing, remember how WE discussed you staying right here with me in hell at Chilton until I graduate or longer because I OWN YOU." Rory growled clutching her fists at her sides. Alistair looked down at the angry brunette and then at his very "un-nerved" son.

Seeing his father's Cheshire Cat like grin did nothing for Tristan's piece of mind, "What she said." his old man smirked nodding his head in Rory's direction and then turning on his heel walked away whistling a jaunty tune, leaving his oldest child and heir to his fate knowing he'd learn his lesson better and/or get paid back for every aggravation that the boy had ever caused his parents (whichever came first) if Tristan was left to Rory Gilmore's wraith then sent to that military school. Long repressed memories of another Gilmore with brunette hair came to mind involving a birthday party when he was six, the police, two irate clowns a naked mime and a drunken llama, "And he'll deserve every minute of it." Alistair laughed gleefully grabbing his cell phone from his pocket to inform his somewhat estranged wife of the latest development. He'd soon find out that she too had stories of Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. Surprisingly the tales they swapped between them of the mother of their son's new 'owner' would be the first of many nights shared happily in each others company for the first time in a decade.
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