WARNING: IF BOTHERED BY A LITTLE BIT OF SADNESS AND A BIT MORE SWEARING DON'T READ!

"Hey Tris." I smiled when he walked in. "How was your meeting?" I noticed the look on his face.

"It was fine." He said. He walked over to the bar grabbing a glass and scotch. He swallowed it and reached for more.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked noticing how much he was drinking.

"NO! Just don't, please, just leave me alone!" He yelled.

"Are you sure? I'm your girlfriend; I will always listen with open arms and a smile."

"I said I was fine. JUST BACK THE FUCK OFF!" He growled

"Tristan…" I said hesitantly.

"RORY DON'T YOU GET IT? LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!" He screamed now.

"Well, if you do-"

"I WON'T SO JUST FUCK OFF AND FIND SOME-FUCKING-ONE ELSE TO FUCKING BOTHER! CAUSE I REALLY DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT!"

My heart broke with every word. One meeting with his father and he turns on me. He had never done this before. This was something that Logan had done, even Jess but Tristan he had never done this. I shook my head and unknowingly the tears started as I backed away.

"Yeah…I've got to go to the office anyway. I'll be back later…no wait I'm going to go see my mom, I haven't been home for a while." I moved around the room changing to go to the office and grabbing clothes for the weekend.

I didn't look at him as I shrugged my coat on. I looked around the room avoiding him, because I knew if I looked at him I would cry harder. I spotted my purse and made sure my keys were there. When I didn't find them I started looking around. I saw them sitting on the table by where Tristan's feet were. I picked them up still avoiding looking at him. He didn't say anything.

I stood at the door indecision racing through my mind. I took my coat off and walked back toward my closet in our room. The bag that I had clothes in for Stars Hollow at my side. I pulled out a cute work outfit for Monday.

I went back to the door put my coat back on and turned toward him. He was watching me.

"I'm leaving I have some work to do at the office and then I'm going home. I may be back on Sunday night otherwise don't expect me till Monday or even Tuesday depending on Mom." I didn't say anything else just walked out. I knew the tears had still been crawling down my cheeks even if my voice was perfectly neutral.

I heard something shatter in room and when normally I would turn back and ask if he was alright I just kept going the tears still streaming down my face. I got to my car and pulled the mirror down wiping my eyes. I drove off to the Hayden Law Firm to see if I needed to do any work. Being the CEO gave me little that I had to do. My Grandfather had made sure of that.

I sat down in my office and smiled. It was perfect, two walls were just windows and on the top floor of a 65 story building in New York it was a spectacular view. One wall was toward the lake and Statue of Liberty while the other faced the city.

I looked out the window; I couldn't concentrate on the minimal work that I had to do. I needed a distraction. At that moment as though he had ESP Logan called. After we broke up we didn't see each other for a few years and then he needed some help from a lawyer (an employee was suing him). He tried to get in with Leigh Hayden. I won his case and we've been friends since.

"Hey Logan." I answered

"What's wrong Ace?" He asked immediately.

"Noth-" he cut me off.

"Ace, I know you better than that." He said

"Really I'm just in a bad mood. Don't worry I'm going to see Mom this weekend." I smiled at the thought.

"Is Tristan going?"

"No…can we talk about something else though? How's life?" I really wanted a new topic.

"I met a girl. Her name is Melissa. She's perfect. She's a high school teacher not that she needs a job she just always loved working with teenagers. She teaches English." I could tell he was smiling just thinking about her.

"What does she look like?"

"She has real long light brown hair with blue highlights in it. Her eyes are a forest green and she has one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen. She's witty, not as witty as you but I couldn't keep up with you. I can keep up with her…I think she may be the one." He whispered the last part.

"I'm happy for you Logan. Really happy, you deserve your happiness." I congratulated him. I knew that we were always better friends then together. I decided I wasn't going to get my work done, so I shut down my computer and got ready to leave.

"Are you busy?" Logan asked as he heard the rustling.

"No, I'm just about to leave; you know get an early start to Mom's." I answered. "How are Honor and the baby?" I left and made my way down in the elevator.

"She's great; really she is so excited to be a Mom. She and Josh keep promising her that they are going to be far better parents than ours. The baby, little Elizabeth has Colin, Finn, and I wrapped around her finger already."

I laughed. "I'm sure she does; how is my favorite drunken idiot and stick up the ass?" He chuckled.

"They are good, and Finn really doesn't get drunk not since he met Kelsey. That girl is amazing for him." I groaned. "What was that?"

"I feel like I've been missing out on so much when was the last time I talked to you?"

"About two weeks ago Ace. Yeah where have you been?"

"I have no idea." I said. I had been driving for half hour and we kept talking. I was feeling better and better.

After a long drive I finally reached home. SHIT! I hadn't told Mom I was coming. I knew that Dad had gone on a business trip that he was taking Ali with on. I hoped she was here.

I walked up to the house and opened the door.

"MOM?" I called out.

"NUMBER 3? IS THAT YOU?" She yelled back.

"MOMMY! I NEED A MAJOR MOVIE NIGHT!" I heard a crash.

"Oh my god! What happened?" Before I could blink I was in her arms.

"I don't know." I mumbled as I let tears fall out.

We went to get food and movies as I told her about what happened. I saw Dean stare at me. Every time in the last couple years that I had come home, Tristan had been with me so I wondered how it looked that I was alone. When Tristan had to go away usually Mom came to me with Ali. I ignored him though, I really didn't care.

"And he didn't say anything?" Mom asked shocked.

We both knew that Tristan was always cool and collected. That if he messed up he usually realized it within minutes and apologized, she was shocked that he didn't.

"Nope nothing."

"Huh."

"Yup."

We spent the rest of the weekend talking and doing what we always do. Keeping my mind off of what had happened. I decided to leave Sunday afternoon so that I could arrive home, Sunday evening. We had gone shopping so I had more stuff in my car than when I came.

I hesitated. The door was unlocked. All I had to do was open it. I just stared at it. On the count of three I told myself. One. Two. Three. I opened the door. I saw whatever had been shattered Friday was cleaned up.

The maid didn't come on weekends…he must have swept it up. The apartment was quiet. I listened carefully until I heard the shower going.

I walked into the bedroom putting all my new and clean clothes where they belong. The dirty clothes in the hamper for the maid. I knew I was living a little spoiledly but Grandpa Hayden wanted me to be comfortable so he insisted.

The water shut off as I was moving shoes around to make room for my new ones that I bought. Padded footsteps walked in and stopped in the doorway. Trapped. That's exactly what I felt trapped. I didn't say anything. It was his move. I didn't want to bother him.

He moved to the dresser where I heard him pull clothes out. I could tell by which draw was opening and closing what he was getting. Boxers, the towel that was probably around his waist dropped, t-shirt, sweatpants, right leg lifted, and then the left. I knew him that well.

I finished organizing my shoes; I stood up and slowly met his eyes. They were darker than normal and filled with regret. It made me feel bad. I immediately looked down.

"Rory?" He finally spoke.

I looked up at him again. This time though his eyes were filled with something else…tears.

"I-" he cleared his throat. "I am so sorry Rory." The tears fell from his eyes. "I kept telling myself on the way home, I am not going to take it out on Rory. I love her. I am not going to take it out on her. And then I got here and I kept remembering what he said and I just…I'm so sorry. Please, please say you'll forgive me." My head was buzzing.

"What-what did he say to you?" Was the first thing that I choked out. He looked at me.

"He said so much Mary, he said that I was a waste of time, that I wasn't good enough, that I was a failure, that I should dump you before I hurt you, and when I told him that there was no way in hell I would ever leave you and that you were the one, he told me that I shouldn't marry you because it's easier to cheat on someone you don't love and when I tried to object that I wouldn't do that to you, he said that it was inevitable and that was what I am that I'm scum that would cheat. He said so much and I was so upset and then, I got home and I stopped thinking." He sounded so broken that I think my heart broke. With out thinking I moved to him and pulled him into my arms.

He started shake as he buried his head in my neck. He was crying so hard. All the anger and hurt I had felt was suddenly gone, it was replaced by love and the need to kick Andrew DuGrey's ass.

"Oh Tristan, of course I forgive you and never think that. I know and you know that you would never cheat on me. Your father is an ass and if anyone is too good for someone it's you to good for me. I love you with all my heart Bible Boy. I always will." I pulled my arms tighter around him. His arms stayed at there sides as he cried.

We stood there for god knows how long until he calmed down. He pulled away from me and gave me a smile.

"I love you Mary, I am so sorry." He whispered. He leaned down and was about to kiss me but he stopped, like he was waiting for permission. I instantly crushed my lips against his. That was all the permission he needed to put an arm around my waist, while the other cupped my cheek, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He pulled away. "You know, I heard make-up sex is the best kind." He whispered in my ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth.

"I might have heard that somewhere as well." I moaned out. He broke away and smiled at me.

"Well, then t lets find out." I smirked his smirk and his smile faltered as his eyes filled with desire.

Without warning he pushed me over to bed laying me down covering his body with mine. I instantly felt safe under him with his arms caging me in.

It turns out whoever said it, was right make-up sex is so the best.

A/N Longest one yet over 2,000 words...happy dance