Okie dokie, this is my first Gilmore Girls fic so...yeah. Um, I kinda missed out on heaps of episodes in the first season (only watched the ones with Tristan in 'em) so I'm all blanky about some information. If I don't know it, I made it up. Sorry if that pisses you off.
Big thanks to Butters for betaing even though she isn't into GG, she was a little trooper! Love ya babe =)
He needed to get out of this god-forsaken place. He needed to get out now.
How did he get here in the first place? It was beyond him. All he knew that one moment he was on the highway, the next he was turning off on an exit, afraid the engine of his car would blow up any second. It was a miracle he got to this place before it did just that. Although now he was wishing it had of blown up, taking him with it.
This place was a nightmare. All he intended to do was get the car fixed, or at least call someone to come and get him. But there was no one that he could call, and the car had to be taken in to service for at least a few days.
And that left him where? In Pleasantville, that's where. The only difference was this place had color, and as an overly bright dressed lady walked past him, he was wishing it didn't.
He needed to find a place to stay, lock himself in there and only leave when the car was good and ready. Easier said then done, he didn't know the town let alone any place to stay there.
Walking aimlessly down the streets, he stopped by a hardware store. The only place so far that didn't look like it was out of a fairytale. He decided to enter and ask for directions.
*Okay...what the fuck?* He double checked the sign outside of the building. Yep, definitely said hardware. He wasn't going blind. But upon entering, something was slightly off. Like the missing hardware-ish supplies, in their place tables and chairs and...food. Yeah, okay. Was this place so far away from civilization that they didn't even know the meaning of hardware?
He was about to leave, not wanting to risk talking to anyone inside in case they were all psychopaths that lured innocent outsiders and then forced them to barn dances and ho-downs. But his stomach had other plans, which it made clear by growling loudly at him. He noticed the other patrons staring, but whether it was from the noise his stomach was making or the fact that they didn't know him, he couldn't tell. He just needed something to eat.
Walking in, he moved to the counter tensely, taking a seat on one of the stools and waited to be served. He was staring at the napkin in front of him, when a tall brunette approached from a backroom.
"Hey there stranger," she began brightly, "welcome to Luke's house of death. Our specials this morning include poisonous-"
"Lorelai," a gruff looking flannel wearing man cut her off, "what did I tell you about chasing away customers?"
"That I shouldn't do it?" she asked, looking at her feet.
"Exactly, get back on your side of the counter."
She pouted, but complied, sliding onto another stool.
"What do you want?" the guy - Luke - almost snapped.
"Well, I'd like a donut, and some coff--"
"Not you." He cut her off once again, and turned back to the stranger.
Glancing quickly at the menu, he stated his order, "cheese and tomato toasted sandwich and orange juice, thanks." He was craving some coffee, but at the moment, all he wanted to do was get a room and go to sleep. Coffee was a definite no-no, which was sad because he seemed to have developed quite an addiction from an early age. He quietly congratulated himself for not being so weak.
Luke nodded in approval, and turned back to the brunette, "take note, that's the kind of breakfast that won't take 10 years off your life."
She just stuck her tongue out in reply.
Luke left to prepare the order and Lorelai turned to the stranger. "I'll give you..." she dug around in her pockets, "a quarter and two purple, slightly chipped buttons if you get me a coffee."
He turned to her, about to answer when a loud "don't even think about it!" was heard from the kitchen area.
She glared in the general direction of the sound, but then turned back to him, a bright smile on her face. "Haven't seen you round these here parts before," she drawled in a southern accent, "what brings you about?"
"Car trouble," he mumbled, in no mood to play games.
"Oh, you're no fun." A plate was thrust before him and he was thankful as it gave him an escape from conversation. Sure, she seemed nice enough, but talking was so not what he wanted right now. "Luke, see what you've done?"
Luke grunted and shrugged, "what?"
"I'm sure this lovely young gentleman seated next to me was a ...lovely young gentleman before he came in here. But you and your not very friendly demeanor have had such an impact on the impressionable youth that he is now all sulky and pouty and mono-syllabic."
"I'm sure the only reason he's sulky and pouty and mono-syllabic is because its 9 in the morning and you're already bombarding him with...whatever it is you bombard people with and the kid hasn't had a chance to get a word in edgewise."
He almost smiled at their conversation, some comic relief in an otherwise completely un-comical situation. The two continued to argue, somehow straying to the topic of pets and why the woman wasn't allowed to have any. Luke was on his 8th reason on the 'Why Lorelai Can't Have Pets' list, which he claimed the whole town had compiled, when the door flew open and another brunette bounced in, cutting the reason short.
"Munchkin!" Lorelai squealed.
"Mommy!"
"Luke, please retrieve munchkin two cups of coffee, munchkin has had a big day and needs two cups of coffee. Doncha munchkin?"
"It's 9 in the morning, she just woke up." He poured and handed a cup of coffee to the newcomer, who sat next to Lorelai.
"No fair. I only want one."
"You've already had three."
"So, one more won't hurt."
"No. I've told you a hundred times that-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand; "quiet, I'm getting to know my new friend." She turned back to the blonde and stuck out her hand.
"Hello car trouble boy, I'm Lorelai."
He stuck his hand, not out of any true need to get to know her better, but out of manners that had been installed into his brain since he was a toddler.
"Tristan."
Turning back to his breakfast he gulped down the rest of the juice and turned to Luke, "could you tell me where I could find a place to stay for a few nights?"
Before Luke had a chance to answer, Lorelai did so for him, "I sure can. Let me introduce myself again. Hi, I'm Lorelai. Manager of the Independence Inn and I am going there right now because I am the manager. It's a very fun place. The food is good and the music is good. The French people are rude but the food is good! I could give you a ride...I'm the manager," she finished off proudly.
Tristan smiled at her, "thanks." He laid some money on the table and waited for Lorelai to get up. She did after a few more attempts at purchasing coffee. A coffee addict. Excellent. *My luck seems to be looking up* he thought with a faint glimmer of optimism.
"You comin' Ror? You promised you'd come in and help me today."
"But Mommy, I have a date," the girl complained.
"A book is not a date, young lady."
"How do you know it's not a boy?"
"Because you've never had a date before, and you would have told me."
The daughter pouted and turned a furious shade of red.
Lorelai looked from Rory to Tristan, and back again. She chuckled, "now that I'm done embarrassing you in front of a cute boy, let us be gone from here!"
She took both their hands and dragged them from the store toward her car. Tristan couldn't help but look at the girl. Lorelai had called her 'Ror'. Weird name, no doubt but pretty girl all the same. She was still blushing as her mother pushed her into the front seat, after which she quickly pushed Tristan into the back seat. Within 20 seconds they were driving off and Tristan sighed in relief. He had a place to stay for the night; yep things were definitely looking up.
Confused? Me too =(
I didn't mean to end it there 'cause I had more written, but it, like, finished mid-sentence so...
Review?
Big thanks to Butters for betaing even though she isn't into GG, she was a little trooper! Love ya babe =)
He needed to get out of this god-forsaken place. He needed to get out now.
How did he get here in the first place? It was beyond him. All he knew that one moment he was on the highway, the next he was turning off on an exit, afraid the engine of his car would blow up any second. It was a miracle he got to this place before it did just that. Although now he was wishing it had of blown up, taking him with it.
This place was a nightmare. All he intended to do was get the car fixed, or at least call someone to come and get him. But there was no one that he could call, and the car had to be taken in to service for at least a few days.
And that left him where? In Pleasantville, that's where. The only difference was this place had color, and as an overly bright dressed lady walked past him, he was wishing it didn't.
He needed to find a place to stay, lock himself in there and only leave when the car was good and ready. Easier said then done, he didn't know the town let alone any place to stay there.
Walking aimlessly down the streets, he stopped by a hardware store. The only place so far that didn't look like it was out of a fairytale. He decided to enter and ask for directions.
*Okay...what the fuck?* He double checked the sign outside of the building. Yep, definitely said hardware. He wasn't going blind. But upon entering, something was slightly off. Like the missing hardware-ish supplies, in their place tables and chairs and...food. Yeah, okay. Was this place so far away from civilization that they didn't even know the meaning of hardware?
He was about to leave, not wanting to risk talking to anyone inside in case they were all psychopaths that lured innocent outsiders and then forced them to barn dances and ho-downs. But his stomach had other plans, which it made clear by growling loudly at him. He noticed the other patrons staring, but whether it was from the noise his stomach was making or the fact that they didn't know him, he couldn't tell. He just needed something to eat.
Walking in, he moved to the counter tensely, taking a seat on one of the stools and waited to be served. He was staring at the napkin in front of him, when a tall brunette approached from a backroom.
"Hey there stranger," she began brightly, "welcome to Luke's house of death. Our specials this morning include poisonous-"
"Lorelai," a gruff looking flannel wearing man cut her off, "what did I tell you about chasing away customers?"
"That I shouldn't do it?" she asked, looking at her feet.
"Exactly, get back on your side of the counter."
She pouted, but complied, sliding onto another stool.
"What do you want?" the guy - Luke - almost snapped.
"Well, I'd like a donut, and some coff--"
"Not you." He cut her off once again, and turned back to the stranger.
Glancing quickly at the menu, he stated his order, "cheese and tomato toasted sandwich and orange juice, thanks." He was craving some coffee, but at the moment, all he wanted to do was get a room and go to sleep. Coffee was a definite no-no, which was sad because he seemed to have developed quite an addiction from an early age. He quietly congratulated himself for not being so weak.
Luke nodded in approval, and turned back to the brunette, "take note, that's the kind of breakfast that won't take 10 years off your life."
She just stuck her tongue out in reply.
Luke left to prepare the order and Lorelai turned to the stranger. "I'll give you..." she dug around in her pockets, "a quarter and two purple, slightly chipped buttons if you get me a coffee."
He turned to her, about to answer when a loud "don't even think about it!" was heard from the kitchen area.
She glared in the general direction of the sound, but then turned back to him, a bright smile on her face. "Haven't seen you round these here parts before," she drawled in a southern accent, "what brings you about?"
"Car trouble," he mumbled, in no mood to play games.
"Oh, you're no fun." A plate was thrust before him and he was thankful as it gave him an escape from conversation. Sure, she seemed nice enough, but talking was so not what he wanted right now. "Luke, see what you've done?"
Luke grunted and shrugged, "what?"
"I'm sure this lovely young gentleman seated next to me was a ...lovely young gentleman before he came in here. But you and your not very friendly demeanor have had such an impact on the impressionable youth that he is now all sulky and pouty and mono-syllabic."
"I'm sure the only reason he's sulky and pouty and mono-syllabic is because its 9 in the morning and you're already bombarding him with...whatever it is you bombard people with and the kid hasn't had a chance to get a word in edgewise."
He almost smiled at their conversation, some comic relief in an otherwise completely un-comical situation. The two continued to argue, somehow straying to the topic of pets and why the woman wasn't allowed to have any. Luke was on his 8th reason on the 'Why Lorelai Can't Have Pets' list, which he claimed the whole town had compiled, when the door flew open and another brunette bounced in, cutting the reason short.
"Munchkin!" Lorelai squealed.
"Mommy!"
"Luke, please retrieve munchkin two cups of coffee, munchkin has had a big day and needs two cups of coffee. Doncha munchkin?"
"It's 9 in the morning, she just woke up." He poured and handed a cup of coffee to the newcomer, who sat next to Lorelai.
"No fair. I only want one."
"You've already had three."
"So, one more won't hurt."
"No. I've told you a hundred times that-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand; "quiet, I'm getting to know my new friend." She turned back to the blonde and stuck out her hand.
"Hello car trouble boy, I'm Lorelai."
He stuck his hand, not out of any true need to get to know her better, but out of manners that had been installed into his brain since he was a toddler.
"Tristan."
Turning back to his breakfast he gulped down the rest of the juice and turned to Luke, "could you tell me where I could find a place to stay for a few nights?"
Before Luke had a chance to answer, Lorelai did so for him, "I sure can. Let me introduce myself again. Hi, I'm Lorelai. Manager of the Independence Inn and I am going there right now because I am the manager. It's a very fun place. The food is good and the music is good. The French people are rude but the food is good! I could give you a ride...I'm the manager," she finished off proudly.
Tristan smiled at her, "thanks." He laid some money on the table and waited for Lorelai to get up. She did after a few more attempts at purchasing coffee. A coffee addict. Excellent. *My luck seems to be looking up* he thought with a faint glimmer of optimism.
"You comin' Ror? You promised you'd come in and help me today."
"But Mommy, I have a date," the girl complained.
"A book is not a date, young lady."
"How do you know it's not a boy?"
"Because you've never had a date before, and you would have told me."
The daughter pouted and turned a furious shade of red.
Lorelai looked from Rory to Tristan, and back again. She chuckled, "now that I'm done embarrassing you in front of a cute boy, let us be gone from here!"
She took both their hands and dragged them from the store toward her car. Tristan couldn't help but look at the girl. Lorelai had called her 'Ror'. Weird name, no doubt but pretty girl all the same. She was still blushing as her mother pushed her into the front seat, after which she quickly pushed Tristan into the back seat. Within 20 seconds they were driving off and Tristan sighed in relief. He had a place to stay for the night; yep things were definitely looking up.
Confused? Me too =(
I didn't mean to end it there 'cause I had more written, but it, like, finished mid-sentence so...
Review?