Rating: PG-13

Paring: R/T eventually (I'm working on it); Rory/Jess and Rory/Paris are on friendish terms; established relationship for L/L

Disclaimer: If I actually owned CMM I would not be writing fantasies but instead making them real. lol

A/N: Yay! Another chapter! As promised you will get your full dosage of Troryness in this chapter

( kind of). *face in total agony* (Chad Michael Murray Fans brace yourself for some devastating news.) For those of you who don't already know this CMM is not coming back on GG this season, because his schedule coincides with him shooting his pilot for this new series the Lone Ranger. Therefore he can't give us the 3 promised episodes this season. (the episodes were also promised) I'm very angry, but I am glad that he's getting his own series. Thanks to all of you who reviewed! And a great big thank you to Ally. Enjoy!

Priya

The Gift in You

Chapter 4

"So… we should start,"said Rory as she plopped down on the couch.

"Yeah, we should,"agreed Tristan taking a seat next to her.

His arm brushed against hers and they both felt a rush of electricity flow thorough them. Rory chose to ignore it but Tristan could not. He was swept away by her simple beauty. She was busy talking to Paris and he took the opportunity to take her in. Her hair tumbling gently and landing on her shoulders framed her sweet face. Her porcelain skin so smooth, so creamy. He scooted closer and was intoxicated with her soft fragrance of lavender. His gaze dropped to her full lips; they were so alluring in their own innocent way. He had to hold back the urge of crushing his lips to hers; he wanted to taste her so badly. He wanted capture her mouth in his and let them fuse. Groaning inwardly he somehow managed to avert his eyes from her lips to her enigmatic eyes. Her eyes were what had captured Tristan's heart. They were so blue, so pure, so clear but at the same time contained a mysterious aura and were filled with unbidden secrets that were waiting to be explored. It was as though her eyes contained the mighty ocean themselves. Like the ocean they were so placid, but when angered could become so fiery that with one look they could wound a person. If looks could kill. Her eyes were what inspired Tristan; they were so luring with the undying spark of passion burning in them. He wanted to be the reason for passion in her eyes. And suddenly he realized that spark was for him. It was for Dean.

Suddenly Tristan couldn't take it anymore; he was too close to her. If he looked at her any longer he would crush her. His feelings were mixed with passion, hatred, and anger and they were coursing through his veins. Passion for Rory, hatred for Dean, and anger for himself for letting Rory and Dean get to him. He had to get away.

"First he's late, now he's not even paying attention to our project! God Tristan!" yelled Paris breaking through his thoughts.

At that moment his beeper started beeping. Pulling himself together he got up," Gee Paris, I really wish we could continue your analysis on how pathetic I am. Unfortunately, I have to meet some friends," and with that he headed towards the door.

"Where are you going? Where is he going? Hey, were not finished yet; we haven't even begun yet! You can't leave!"yelled Paris fuming but Tristan didn't care, by now he was out the door and getting into his car.

*******

"So he just walks out?" asked Lorelai.

"Yup, and because of him we didn't get anything done. Looks like we're going to be asking Professor Arnold for an extension on our project."

"Do you think you'll get it?"

"I definitely think we can snag it; Paris has already started working on proving our points on why we need an extension. She's even making visuals."

"Ah, so there is hope."

"Yeah, but the only bad news will be that I'll have to see Tristan even more."

"So how did the whole Henry and Lane thing work out?" asked Lorelai sensing Rory's tension and trying to change the subject.

"Oh it was fine, except for the fact that when Lane came over Tristan was speeding out and almost ran over her. Lane is very happy, she even asked if she could help Paris with the 'extension project' but got bluntly rejected. She'll do anything to have more of these face to face conversations with Henry."

"So I guess you had a very eventful night huh?"asked Lorelai a mischievous grin tugging on her face.

"Yeah I guess so," answered Rory carefully. Why?"

"Oh nothing, I just thought that an eventful night deserves something festive to top it off like a movie to watch," squealed Lorelai in delight.

"Mom I have school tomorrow," reasoned Rory.

"Oh come on Rory. Just one movie,"pouted Lorelai. You know you want to. Just give into the temptation."

"Ok fine, but you make the popcorn,"gave in Rory.

*******

Tristan had sped off and had totally forgotten about meeting his friends. Damn her for being so beautiful. Damn her for having those eyes. Damn her for making me feel this way. Damn Rory Gilmore. He let out a frustrated sigh and looked around to see where he was. Determined to get Rory off his mind he remembered the earlier beep and called his friends and agreed to meet them at a party. Dugrey you will go to this party and have fun. You will let loose and not think about Rory Gilmore.

"Hey Tristan," greeted Duncan with a blonde wrapped around him,"man we almost thought that you weren't coming."

"I had to finish something up before I came here,"responded Tristan as he caught a leggy brunette's eye and headed over to her.

Tristan had a few drinks then he followed the brunette out onto the balcony. A makeout session quickly began and when they broke apart for a breath she giggled and asked, "Who's Rory?"

"What?" he questioned a bit startled.

"Who's Rory, you kept calling me Rory."

"God, he groaned in disgust,"just when I've almost forgotten her you have to bring her up again."

"Well we can always forgive and forget," she suggested licking her tongue over his lips.

Tristan suddenly realized what he was doing and pushed the brunette away. "No we can't," he whispered. "I can't forget her." Then regaining his composure he walked away from her with out a word to his car.

He suddenly felt the need to hear her voice. She was the only thing that could help him in his state right now, even if she yelled at him. He quickly took out his cell and his fingers dialed the numbers numbly. He didn't know what possessed him to call her, wheter it was him having too many drinks or not, but he did. God what is Rory Gilmore doing to me?

*********

Rory and Lorelai were snuggled on the couch watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory together when the phone began ringing.

Lorelai groaned then paused the movie and picked up the phone. "Speak if must. This better be important cause I just had to pause when the oompa loompas came on," warned Lorelai.

"Hi… can I speak to Rory please?"

"Yes, but may I ask what kind of a maniac would be calling my one and only daughter at this time of night and especially during the best part of the movie?"

"It's Tristan."

"Oh, so you're not just the maniac but, I quote the screwed, egotistical, selfish, arrogant jerk who happens to walk out on the project. And by Monday, if lucky, will be dead because of a very dear sweet girl that we all know by the name Paris. And if you're not lucky, which I assume will be the case, you will be tortured ever so slowly and painfully, that you'd wish for me to take your pretty little head and mount it on a wall and skin you alive. But what would be the fun in that? I rather see the way Paris's grotesque mind works and see what kind of torture will she put you through."

"So I guess Paris is mad at me."

"Well duh! Do you I was babbling all that for my own health?"

"Well what can I say you are Lorelai, and in the small amount of time that I've known, you do do things for god knows what reasons. "

"Are you insulting me? Rory, he's insulting me,"pouted Rory.

"Who?"asked Rory.

"The one who is the screwed, egotistical, selfish, arrogant jerk and now a maniac. And if that doesn't help the one who classifies himself as Tristan,"replied Lorelai handing the phone to Rory.

"Hey I really don't appreciate you guys calling me those names. I'd rather prefer the incorrigible, chivalrous, smart, irresistable, and amazingly hot stud. Otherwise known as Tristan."

"Speak of the ego. What do you want?"

"What no 'hello Tristan, how are you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call'?"

"Fine. Hello Tristan, how are you? I do not owe any pleasure to this call. What do you want?"asked Rory clearly annoyed.

"Oooh, aren't we grumpy?"

"Well what do you expect me to do? Be overjoyed by the great disappearing act that you pulled tonight?"

"Look, that's why I called. I wanted to apologize."

"Oh save it. You're not sorry and you never will be."

"No that's where you're wrong Rory. I am sorry. I'm sorry for everything that I've done. I'm sorry for ditching tonight, but most importantly I'm sorry for the way I've treated you.

"Are you drunk? Cause I thought I just heard you being sincere.

Tristan sighed,"Is that why you think I called you?" She would never understand.

"Well that seems like the only logical explanation for you actually apologizing and not at all acting like yourself."

"Is it a crime to try apologize or try to be civil?

"No, but it might be considered one coming from you, because it tends to creep people out."

" You don't even know me," he spat bitterly. "Therefore you don't know how I act."

"No, I don't know you but you're the reason to blame for that. We had started a friendship but then you had to be jerk because you just love to torture me."

"Hey, you're the one who said that you hated me and then starting devouring your boyfriend's face in the courtyard that day."

"Tristan…"sighed Rory, "I never really meant that but now I'm considering different options. And Dean and I aren't even together anymore! And exactly just what did you have against him?"

Tristan chose to ignore that question. Rory and her boyfriend weren't even together anymore. This is your chance Dugrey.

His mind was working slowly because he had had too many drinks or whatever the reason. "Would you have gone with me?"

"Huh?"

"Would you have gone with me to PJ Harvey?"

"Couldn't you think of a better way of asking? "

"So would have gone with me if I had asked in a better way?" questioned Tristan for the third time.

There was a slight pause and then in a firm tone Rory answered, "No Tristan I wouldn't have. Besides I was with Dean."

"If I remember correctly you got back with Dean afterwards."

This time Rory chose to ignore that comment and once again asked,"So do I get to know the reason for your call or do I still have to play guessing games?"

"Fine,when are we next meeting?"

"Tomorrow, at Paris's house."

"Ok…so I'll let you get back to your oompa loompa watching."

"See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Tristan."

"Goodnight…cupcake."

"Did you just call me cupcake?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I felt like eating a cupcake?"

"I repeat, why?"

"Because I'm drunk?"

"Oh," and Rory hung up the phone.

I'll never understand him.

I'll never understand her.

Well that's it. More coming soon? Well you'll just have to wait and see! If you could drop me a line and tell me how I'm doing, it will be greatly appreciated. Till next time!