Disclaimer: Rory's job takes her to North Carolina, and her first assignment is to interview one injured soldier. She walks into that army base expecting to get her first story, but that's not all she gets, right? This is a Trory! :)
Also, I'd like to thank Courtney for her help in editing this chapter.
"Gilmore" Rory answered her phone without looking at the caller id. She was in a hurry, walking down the street. She wanted to buy a new outfit for Jake's party, and she decided to use go shopping over her lunch hour. She had to be in and out of the mall 30 minutes to make it back in time.
"Hey, that's my name too!" Lorelai replied on the phone.
"Hey mom! How are you?"
"I'm good, kid. So, how great is that, you're coming home this weekend!" Lorelai said. "I can't wait to see you. I don't think I'll be able to recognize you, after all this time. You will have to wear a name tag. Or a bell. Whatever works for you!"
"It hasn't been that long Mom. But I miss you too!" Rory said. She really did miss her mom. "So, I guess we're staying at the inn?"
"We? Oh my! My daughter is bringing home a man. I can't wait to meet him." She said in an horrible southern accent.
"You've met him before, mom. Remember? We went to Chilton together. He used to call me Mary all the time." Rory said, exasperated. "You dubbed him Bible Boy because of that." This was going to be a long weekend.
"I know, but he wasn't doing my daughter at the time!" Lorelai answered. Jake was right. It was always fun to tease Rory about boys.
"Mom!" Rory groaned. "You will behave, or we are going to find another place to crash. Maybe Lane can spare a room for us. Or Luke."
"You wouldn't!" Lorelai said hotly. "You love me too much to ditch me!"
"Well, mark my words, Missy." Rory threatened, but didn't continue. "Mom, I'll have to call you back, my phone is beeping and it might be my editor, wondering where I am."
"Okay hun, call me back when you know what time you're getting here. Bye." Lorelai said and hung up.
"Rory Gilmore" She said, again, on the phone.
"Hi Rory, It's your grandmother." she heard.
"Hey Grandma!" Rory answered, but was immediately cut off.
"So, a little bird told me that you're going to be in Hartford this weekend. Are you going to come for Friday Night Dinner?" Emily asked in a hurry. "It's been ages since we last had you for dinner. We miss you, young lady, and we're not getting any younger. We won't be here forever."
"Oh. Uh. I'm not so sure if I can make it. I don't know what time we're flying out." Rory said, trying to get out of another Friday night dinner. She just wanted to see her mom, and soak up a little bit of Stars Hollow before going back to North Carolina.
"We?" Emily asked suspiciously.
"Oh. I said 'we'? I meant 'I'. I don't know what time I'm flying out." Rory tried to cover, but it was useless. She was busted.
"Are you seeing someone? Is he coming home with you? It must be serious if he is. Why didn't I know that you were seeing someone? Where did you meet this boy? What do we know about him?" Emily asked, as expected. Rory couldn't believe she did that. She didn't even notice that she said 'we' instead of 'I'. Tristan was going to kill her.
"Well, actually, grandma, I believe you know his grandfather. His name is Tristan DuGrey. We went to Chilton together." Rory said. There was no way out of it. She knew what was coming.
"Well, I do know his grandfather. Janlen DuGrey is a great man. Oh, I'm so happy for you, Rory. He must be a fine young man, if he's a DuGrey. Well, that's it. You two must come for dinner. I'll call his parents immediately, I'm sure they will want to come to dinner, too. So, seven o'clock? I'll ask Richard to send you the tickets." Emily said with finality. "I'll see you Friday, Rory. Goodbye."
I can't believe it. I walked right into that, all on my own. Wait a minute... How did she know that I was going home? Rory though, and then it clicked. She called her mother right away.
"Hey hun, that was fast!" Lorelai said, she wasn't waiting for Rory to call her until later.
"You told her!" Rory said accusingly on the phone.
"Wow. Slow down honey. Told who? I have no idea whatsoever you're talking about." Lorelai said on the phone, and thought,Damn. Busted.
"I can't believe you didn't warn me. That was grandma on the phone. And she knew that I was going to be home this weekend, and now, I have to sit through a Friday night dinner with Tristan and his parents." Rory ranted.
"Wow, I didn't say anything about Tristan. I was having lunch with your grandmother at the inn, when Sookie came in and asked me what time you were arriving, so she could make you your favorite cookies." She explained. "She rated you out, not me, but we didn't say anything about Tristan."
"Yeah, well, I kind of did, unknowingly. She asked me to dinner, and I said that I didn't know if I could make it because I didn't know what time we were flying out." Rory explained.
"We?" Lorelai smirked.
"Yeah. And before I knew it, she said that he must be a great man if he's a DuGrey, and that his parents must want to come to dinner too, and that Grandpa was going to be sending me our tickets. She is insane. I can't believe it." Rory whined.
"Well, hun, you are really going to have to make it up to Tristan. First, you drag him to a party with both of your ex-boyfriends, then you manage to get roped up into dinner with the grandparents and invite his parents... I hope you bought some new sexy lingerie to cheer him up..." Lorelai joked.
"Goodbye mother" Rory said and hung up the phone. Damn. She's right. She though. She looked at the time, smirked, and went back to the mall. She knew exactly what to buy!
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Rory arrived home early that day, after her shopping spree, and decided to surprise Tristan. After all, she had a lot of making up to do. First Jake's party, now dinner with the grandparents. And he hated going to Hartford, even more than she did. So, when he called her and told her that he was going to bring dinner, she decided that now was a good time to start the aforementioned making up.
She blushed just thinking about it. She always thought that she wasn't sexy enough and never felt very comfortable in this department, but with Tristan, it was as if she was a whole different person. He always made her feel wanted. Desired. Beautiful. She was really happy that he was going to go with her to that party. She wanted him to know that side of her too. The carefree girl she usually was around those guys. Sure, she had her share of grief with them too, but she would always remember her Yale years fondly.
She also couldn't wait for her Yale friends to see this new side of her because just being with Tristan raised her confidence level. She was anxious for him and Jake to meet. She knew that he was jealous of Jake, but she was sure that, once he saw the kind of relationship she had with Jake, he would settle down. She was more worried about Logan. He usually is very good at reading people, and getting on their nerves. But then again, she loved jealous Tristan. The things that he can make her feel when he's in that mood...
She took a bubble bath, shaved her legs, and put on the sexiest lingerie she ever bought. She was already in the mood. She put on a robe, and put her hair up. And just a little bit of the perfume that she knew drove Tristan insane. Then, she lit up some candles, and dimmed the lights. She was just finishing serving some wine when she heard the doorbell.
"Hey, babe." She said, in a sultry tone, opening the door.
He looked at her for a second, took in the candles and the wine, the robe with almost nothing underneath, and asked: "What did you do, Mary?"
"Why do you think I did something?"
"Well, I know you. How many times did you open the door dressed like that before, with candles all over the room, the wine, the lights. I had already agreed to go to that damn party. So, what did you do?" He asked.
"Well, why don't you come over here and find out?" She said, dropping the robe, and slowly turning and walking into the bedroom, but not before seeing the effect she had over him. She loved the way that his eyes darkened, and his whole body went rigid, and his voice dropped a tone. If she was already hot, she was almost on fire now, just with him looking hungrily at her.
"Yes, ma'am!"
Hours later, when Rory could find her voice to speak, she told him about dinner. And Tristan was sure that, if his mind was not so clouded with all the things that she did to his body, and let him do to hers, he would have the ability to say he was not going to that dinner.
Man, she had changed. He always knew that she'd be good, after all, she excelled in everything that she did. But this, he was getting hard just thinking about all the things she did earlier. Before he could picture her kneeling between his legs, for a second time, he heard her talking to him.
"So," Rory asked, "What time do you leave tomorrow?"
"If you do that thing you just did again, I'll leave whenever you want, babe..." He said, rolling her on her back again. He couldn't get that imagine out of his mind. "Have I ever seen that lingerie before? Or did you buy it just for me?"
"I bought it earlier today. Thought you needed some cheering up, after the news."
"Well, then you shouldn't have waited until we were done to tell me we are going to have dinner with your grandparents. What are you going to do now, to cheer me up?"
"I can think of something..." she said, putting both her hands on his chest, trying to make him move, "but right now, I think we need to reheat that Chinese food that you brought. Because I'm starving."
"Well, I'm not done yet. I'm hungry too" He said, and started kissing her, thinking about tasting her too this time. He didn't need to do much to get her to forget all about the food.
When they were finally eating, Rory asked him again. "So, what time are you leaving tomorrow? I just got grandpa's email with the tickets, but I think that we can still change flights, if it too early. We need to be there at seven, at the most, and we should take almost one and a half hours to get there. So, we must leave at five maximum, to make it."
"I know, babe. I'm used to flying to Hartford. We can leave at five. I'll ask Justin for a ride, and he can take us to the airport. Stop worrying."
"But what if Justin can't make it?" She asked.
"Then we'll ask Dylan. And if he can't make it, we can call a cab. It's just a dinner. We'll be there at seven. Just relax."
"I can't. I'm nervous, I guess."
"You're nervous? Why? Your grandparents already love you. And my parents are going to be busy, listing all my faults... " He said.
"They can't be that bad, Tristan."
"They are. They really are. But you? They are going to love you."
"How can you be so sure?" She asked.
"Well, because you're perfect. In fact, I'm sure they will try and dissuade you from dating me, and try to find you a better boyfriend."
"Well, I don't want another boyfriend. I'm very happy with you." She said with a smile.
"Besides, if the dinner doesn't go to well, we still have the movie night at you mom's. I can't wait to meet her."
"I knew I shouldn't let you talk to her on the phone..."