Rory dreams she is in Camelot a handmaiden at the round table friend of Guinevere and pursued relentlessly by Lancelot, she is championed by and weds Tristan – In her waking world she is pursued by Logan after the bridesmaid debacle and surprised when Tristan appears to save the day. Was her dream prophetic? Who will she choose? (AU)

Disclaimer: Still not mine, only borrowed to make my stories more interesting

Chapter 12 - Trusting

Rory went home from the hospital and returned to work as usual, only now she didn't drink coffee all day long. The sad thing was, she couldn't drink as much as before, her mom had noticed right away and accused her of being pregnant, she laughed and said she had had a stomach flu and wasn't quite back to speed, but she would get there, Luke said he hoped not and received glares from both women.

Friday night dinner, it wasn't as regular as before, but it was important to Rory that she still meet with her grandparents from time to time, they might just meet at the club for lunch or at a function for one charity or another, but she always wanted to keep them close. It had been several weeks since the poisoning and she and Tristan were outside the Gilmore door when Lorelai came up behind them, Luke was willfully excused, the grandparents understood he ran a business that precluded him from regular attendance, although they wished he would at least make an effort. They were grateful Rory had made a wiser choice in her companion. The door swung open and Emily was there to greet them with a quivering maid behind her.

"Richard the girls are here and Tristan is with them." Emily called out as the maid took coats and bags.

We entered the sitting room and Richard retrieved our drinks, even after a month she was still tummy tender, she requested club soda and was provided it with a smile.

"So Rory, how are things at the paper, how is Logan?" Emily jumped in full footed.

"Mom, you do know she is with Tristan, who is sitting right there holding her hand and has been for some time now." Lorelai scolded.

"Logan is fine grandma and work keeps me busy, it looks like it will become a full time job and not just an internship, there has been a really positive reaction to everything I have written." Rory was proud and Tristan gave her hand a squeeze.

"Tristan how is the studying coming are you catching up?" Richard inquired.

"Well, since I was just a late entry, there is no catching up, but I am happy to report I was accepted to both Harvard and Yale Law, I will stay with Yale of course." Tristan took a sip of his scotch.

"Really, good for you and that means we get to see Rory for at least another 3 years. Will you be taking the Hartford or New York office?" Richard had approached the pair and Tristan stood to shake his offered hand.

"Well that depends on Rory here, by then she will have some experience and we'll see what paper or magazine she lands at and go from there." Tristan returned to his seat and Richard sat by Emily.

"Actually grandpa, can we talk for a moment in your study, sorry grandma, but it shouldn't take but a moment." Rory rose and her grandfather followed her to the study.

"Well Rory, what is so important that we had to leave our lovely tete-a-tete." Richard sat at his desk.

"Do I have a trust fund?" She rushed out.

"Well this is sudden, what brought this on?" Richard observed his granddaughter's nerves, she really wasn't comfortable talking about money.

"I was out with friends and they were talking about trust contingency clauses and I didn't know if I even had a trust much less any clauses to abide by." Rory wrung her hands.

"Well, of course you do, and the only condition is that you turn 25, that applies to all three. You will have quite a nice net worth then. Is there some problem did you need access to it sooner?" Richard took his turn at nerves.

"No, nothing like that, Tristan takes excellent care of me, I just didn't know. It was implied to me the Gilmore's may have set the trust anti-Dugrey." She swallowed and he rose to go to the file cabinet and retrieved some papers there.

"Well, let me see." He scanned the documents quickly. "I don't see any marital clause at all, just the standard 25th birthday and that you be well educated. Are you sure nothing is wrong?"

"No nothing is wrong, but three, I have three trusts, wow." Rory sat back in surprise.

"Really, its nothing, you have one from your Great Grandmother Lorelai, that includes several property deeds, your grandmother and I have been managing them, there is the one from us and of course the one from the Hayden's, they may not know you, but they felt honor bound to assure your financial stability in the future. Don't you want to know what you are worth?"

"Not really, but I guess I should huh?" Rory was quiet.

"Well in total and if it keeps growing as it is, you will be worth just over 200 million by the time you are 25, that is not all cash, and the taxes will have to be considered, but yes you are well set up. It is why I never worried about you being a journalist, you will have plenty of money to carry you through the lean years while you make a name for yourself."

"Wow, thank you grandpa, I never worried about it, but knowing this makes some things easier I guess. It is a lot to consider, but thank you for taking care of me." Rory got up and hugged him tightly.

"It's nothing my girl, you deserve every penny of it. Now what say we return to dinner, I heard it was pot roast and those lovely parker house rolls you enjoy so much." He hugged her again and they returned to the lounge just as the dinner announcement was made.

Dinner was lovely and Rory was quieter than usual, she was thinking how she would never have financial concerns, heck her kids wouldn't either.

After they had left Emily turned to Richard, "What was the private conversation about?"

"She asked about her trust, after all this time she never realized she would be provided for" Richard chuckled slightly.

"I am just glad she didn't refuse it as her mother did, things would have been so much easier if Lorelai had just accepted the money when it was offered." Emily groused.

"Ah, but Emily, then Rory wouldn't be Rory, and I wouldn't change our darling girl for the world." Richard wrapped his arm over her shoulder and they walked up the stairs to bed.