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            Rory looked outside the window of her classroom. Not only was she exhausted after staying up until 3am to study for her history test, but when she had awoken the coffee maker broke, leaving her cranky and decaffeinated. Then she ended up being late to school because her car wouldn't start. Not a good start to a long day.

            "Ms. Gilmore- if you want to daydream, do so at another school," Mr. Williams, her math teacher glared at her.

            Rory mumbled an apology and looked down at her notebook, where her eyes promptly started to close. Why couldn't she stay awake? Damn you Mr. Coffee Maker… and those were her last thoughts before Rory's head dropped to her desk.

            From across the room, Tristan watched her. After a year in military school, his family allowed him to come home on the condition that his behavior stayed appropriately Dugrey. His eyes filled with concern as he saw Rory's head fall against her desk. She wasn't one to usually fall asleep in class, particularly not Mr. Williams' calculus class. Williams had the reputation of being the meanest teacher at Chilton, hands down, over any other teacher who had ever graced the halls. He was definitely not a teacher that even the "trouble makers" at Chilton would ever want to cross.

            Tristan sat up straighter as he noticed Williams making his way down the isle of desks towards Rory. This would not be good.

            Rory jolted up from sleep as a hand slammed down on her desk, just by her head.

            "MS.GILMORE GET OUT OF MY CLASS," Mr. Williams bellowed.

            "oh my god, Mr. Williams I am so sorr-"

            "OUT!" Mr. Williams pointed to the door, "DO NOT COME BACK HERE UNTIL YOU CAN STAY AWAKE!"

            Rory turned pale and lowered her head. After quickly gathering up her books, she mumbled another apology and made her way towards the door. Tristan grabbed her hand as she passed his desk, turning Rory looked at him.

            It's ok, Tristan mouthed. Don't worry about it.

            Rory's eyes filled with tears and she ran out. Tristan slumped down in his chair, wondering what she was going to do.

            Once outside of the classroom, Rory burst into tears. She had never, ever been kicked out of class before! What was she going to do? She made her way toward the parking lot and decided to just go home. All she needed was some coffee and a book, and surely she'd feel better.

            As Rory drove out of the parking lot, she frowned as she heard a strange sound coming from the hood of her car. She'd have to get that looked at when she got back to Stars Hollow.

            Sighing again, Rory sped the car up, eager to get home and under a blanket. Just as she was going through the woods on a street that would get her to Stars Hollow, she heard a strange popping sound coming from her motor. Suddenly, her steering wheel locked and Rory lost control of the car! Swearing, Rory braced herself as the car spun around, knocking the driver's side into a tree. Rory blacked out on impact.

            The bell rang just as Tristan exited his calc class. He looked around for where Rory was, wondering if she was ok. He hated it when she cried. Over the past couple of months, he and Rory had developed a close friendship. Her house became his haven, the place to escape to whenever his empty mansion became to menacing to handle. She was his everything, and it had taken every ounce of self control not to run out after her.

            Upon seeing that Rory was nowhere in Chilton, he looked to the parking lot, noticing that the space next to his car was empty. Her jeep was gone, so Tristan assumed that Rory had gone home. He pulled out his cell phone, intent on checking up with her, but when he only got the Gilmore's answering machine, Tristan got a little worried. How long did it take him to drive to the Gilmore's house? 25 or 30minutes? Definitely not an hour, which was how long ago it had been since Mr. Williams kicked Rory out of class.

            Frowning, Tristan got into his Porsche and drove towards Stars Hollow. He called Rory's cell phone, but all it would do is ring and ring…

            Turning a sharp corner, Tristan knew that he was almost there. And then he saw the jeep.

But the jeep wasn't just… there. It was in pieces. The front was wrapped around one tree and another had fallen atop the roof. And then the driver's side was….. oh god Rory.

"RORY!" Tristan screamed as he ran out of his car. "OH GOD RORY. ARE YOU OK?!"

Tristan ran to the drivers side, but couldn't get see through the window because of where this massive maple tree was. He could see Rory's body… her body… limp. And he could smell the blood.

Tristan snapped out his cell phone and dialed 911. "Please help me," he yelled, "Rory's in a car accident and I think she's unconscious" He quickly gave the person a rough estimate of where he was and hung up.

He ran around to the other side of the car and pulled off what was left of the door and climbed through until he was next to Rory. Tears spilled down Tristan's face as he saw the blood gushing out of an open wound in Rory's stomach. He felt sick as the stench of blood hit him again, but simply held onto Rory.

"Rory, Rory, you'll be all right. I'm here Rory." Tristan sobbed. Why wouldn't she wake up? Why wouldn't the blood flow slow down?

And where was the ambulance?

"Tris…" came a whisper. Rory slowly opened her eyes, but she couldn't focus them.

"Love… you Tris."

"Oh god Rory! I love you too baby." Tristan kissed her forhead. "Stay awake baby, please just stay awake"

"Tell mom…love her too…" Rory gasped out.

"Ror, you can tell her yourself" Tristan cried, "You can tell her because you're gonna be ok, ok baby?"

"Bye Tris…"

"RORY!" Tristan sobbed, "Please don't leave me here! Please Rory! Baby wake up! I love you Rory, you know that? I love you and you're not allowed to leave me until you love me back! And you do love me back but you still can't leave me because I need to you too much."

Tristan kissed her forehead again. "Just don't leave me baby"

Nothing. Rory had slipped back into unconsciousness.

Suddenly Tristan felt a hand on his shoulder. It was an EMT- Tristan hadn't even heard the sirens.

"Son it'll be ok," one man told him. Then he called out, "Let's get her out of here!"

Tristan climbed out of the remains of the Jeep, and watched as they got Rory out of the same jeep that was trapping her. As they loaded her into the ambulance, Tristan told himself over and over again that Rory would be ok.

"Son, are you coming?!" The EMT called to him.

Tristan looked at him, glanced at his Porsche, and then ran into the back of the ambulance. Screw the car, stay with Rory. Tristan sat back and watched as the men worked. One of Rory's hands fell down off the gurney- Tristan slowly brought his hand up and clasped hers between his hands. It was so cold. But somehow- maybe it was the ambulance moving, or maybe it really was Rory, Tristan felt her hand clasp his back.

He knew she'd be ok. And when she was better, Tristan was never going to let her go.