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Tristan shut down his computer and rubbed his tired eyes. He had just finished writing a report up for one of his patients, it was only 9:30 and he already wanted to go to bed. He stood up and stretched, it had been a long week and Tristan had been at the hospital 24-7.
He also hadn't heard from Rory for two weeks even though he had called relentlessly, but he had given up after a week. He sighed and turned off a lamp in his study.
Tristan jumped when the phone rang, he picked up the telephone on his desk, "Hello?"
"Tristan."
"Rory?" His voice was surprised.
"Tristan, I-I have to talk to you." He heard her voice waver through the connection. "I've really screwed up."
"Okay…" He said uncertainly.
"I have to explain everything to you. I want you to understand. But I can't do it over the phone."
"Do you want to meet tomorrow for coffee or something?"
"I would like to talk to you now." Her voice sounded urgent. "I have to get it all out, can you come over?"
Tristan hesitated, "I don't know Rory."
"Please, Tristan. I need to see you. I have to tell you…." Her voice trailed off.
"Okay I'll be right over." Tristan hung up the phone. 'Am I doing the right thing?' He asked to himself.
Forty five minutes later a knock sounded on Rory's front door. She opened it to find Tristan in jeans and a George Town's sweatshirt on. His hair was a mess and it looked liked he hadn't shaved in days.
"Hey." He said.
"Come in." Rory opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. She led him into the TV room and they sat down on the couch. "Would you like something to eat?"
"No."
"Something to drink then? I'll make some tea." Rory started to get up but Tristan pulled her back down.
"Just spit it out Rory." He said dryly.
"Right," Rory said nervously. "When I told you that Jess left us you probably got the wrong impression. And on Saturday, when we went to the movies, you probably thought that I was one of those women who are blind to the cruelties of her husband. But I'm not like that and Jess was never cruel, never."
Tristan watched as her face contorted in pain, he took her hand and squeezed it.
"You might've noticed that I don't enjoy Jessica's birthday which kills me because I want to be a good mother so bad." Rory paused, collecting her thoughts. "I've never liked that day because it's the last day I ever saw him, last time I spoke to him."
"He left on her birthday?!" Tristan fumed. "What-"
"Tristan," Rory interrupted him. "Please just let me finish, you'll understand everything in the end, I promise."
Tristan was filled with anger but kept quiet.
Rory looked away from him as she began speaking, "We were walking home that night, it was when we lived in New York City because both of our first jobs were there." Rory's eyes misted over as though she was picturing herself there again. "We were walking home from a restaurant, I was pregnant with Jessica and we couldn't have been happier…"
Flashback…
"Can you believe it?" Jess said to Rory happily. "We'll be a family of three soon!" They had just left the restaurant where they had had dinner with their friends.
"Just one month!" Rory said placing a hand on her enormous stomach. She smiled and grimaced. "Hey, can we take the short cut home, my swollen feet are killing me!"
"Sure." Jess laughed and then took her hand as they walked around a street corner, "I think we should start looking for a new place, the apartment isn't big enough."
"Somewhere less city like. I'm still not used to this place yet." Rory laughed forgetting her swollen feet. "It's not exactly Stars Hollow."
"No it's defiantly not." Jess smiled, he stopped suddenly and gripped her hand tighter. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Rory looked around, they were in a small deserted alley way. "I didn't hear anything."
"I guess it was nothing." Jess said but he brought Rory closer to him.
"So I was thinking we could move closer to the suburbs." Rory said thoughtfully.
"Sounds like a plan, close enough to the city though so it doesn't take us too long to get to our jobs." Jess said still looking anxiously around.
"You, me and our baby to be." Rory said dreamily, she leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked. 'Everything is so perfect…' she thought.
Without warning a man jumped out in front of them, a gun in his hand, "Don't move." He said gruffly but evenly.
Rory softly screamed and grabbed Jess's arm tightly.
"What the hell do you want?" Jess asked firmly pushing Rory behind him. "It's okay" He whispered to her, he soundly held her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"What do you think I want?" The burly man asked waving his gun at them. "Give me your fucking money, all of it."
"And if I don't?" Jess asked.
"You won't be standing when we're done."
Jess reached into his back pocket and brought out his wallet, Jess took the money out and gave it to the robber. "Okay, now get lost, that's all I have."
"Well, lookie here. Is the missus pregnant?" The robber said pocketing the money, waving the gun at Rory with his other hand
Jess's eyebrows creased, "Do not aim that gun at her." His hands were balled in to tight fists.
"Is that so?" He moved to the side so he could point the gun at Rory's stomach. "What're you gunna do about it?" He whispered.
"Jess!" Rory whispered, "We have to get out of here." Her hands were protectively wrapped around her stomach, she was shaking.
Jess watched in blind rage as the man pulled the safety lock on his gun, "No fucking way." He whispered to himself and lunged at him knocking the gun to the ground. "Rory, run!" Jess screamed as he punched the guy in the face.
Rory watched the scene play out as Jess and the man angrily fought each other. She was torn, should she leave and desert her husband? Or should she stay and put her baby in danger? She wouldn't leave him. "I won't leave you." Rory said determined.
Jess turned his head around, "Jesus Rory! Get out of here!" Jess spun around just in time to duck from an oncoming blow from the mugger.
"Help! Please, help!" Rory yelled as she saw people down the alley walking towards them. "Jess, Jess…" She looked on helplessly.
Jess punched him in the gut causing him to stumble backwards onto the ground. He turned to look at Rory again, "Leave!" He said.
"I won't leave you. Jess- the gun!" Rory said looking behind him.
Jess swore as he realized the gun that had been dropped before was right by the guy's feet. Jess lurched toward him but was too late, a shot rang out and echoed through the side street.
Jess was prepared for a bullet that never came.
"Jess." He heard a whisper behind him. He whirled around and saw Rory kneeling on the ground, blood pouring out from her shoulder.
"Rory!" His voice was full of terror.
Rory could barely think from the excruciating pain that coursed through her. She watched through blurred eyes as Jess ran to her, but he never made it. The sound of gunfire bounced off the walls again as Jess stopped in mid run, he stood for a moment just looking at Rory, his face full of lost dreams and hopes.
With a thud Jess's body hit the ground. Blood streamed out of his chest. Running feet scrambled behind him.
"Jess….Jess." Rory used the last of her strength to crawl over to his body. "Don't leave me…don't leave me." She took his hand and kissed it. The last thing Rory remembered before she fell unconscious was the sound of sirens and screams.
"I woke up the next morning a widow with a newborn baby in an incubator." Rory shuddered at the memory. "I had lost so much blood that they had to perform a c-section to save Jessica. It was too early to take her out of the womb, but they had to or she would have died. That was the worst day of my life, waking up to find my husband dead and my daughter in critical condition." Rory looked up to see Tristan staring at her with a look of complete sadness and bewilderment. "That was five years ago, and I'm still hurting." Rory pushed the side of her shirt to the side revealing her shoulder. "This is where it hit."
Tristen reached out and touched the scar tenderly, "I don't know what to say Rory. I feel like everything I thought I knew about you is wrong."
"I know." She was silent for a few minutes. "And that's my fault. I didn't lie to you, but I didn't tell you the truth either. I'm sorry for everything. I want to tell you Tristan that you've made my life so wonderful these past months, I haven't been this happy since the accident. But I'll completely understand if you don't want damaged goods." She squeezed his hand and got up from the couch. Rory walked to the kitchen, she leaned against the wall fighting back tears. 'I've lost him, haven't I?' she thought.
TBC…
Tristan shut down his computer and rubbed his tired eyes. He had just finished writing a report up for one of his patients, it was only 9:30 and he already wanted to go to bed. He stood up and stretched, it had been a long week and Tristan had been at the hospital 24-7.
He also hadn't heard from Rory for two weeks even though he had called relentlessly, but he had given up after a week. He sighed and turned off a lamp in his study.
Tristan jumped when the phone rang, he picked up the telephone on his desk, "Hello?"
"Tristan."
"Rory?" His voice was surprised.
"Tristan, I-I have to talk to you." He heard her voice waver through the connection. "I've really screwed up."
"Okay…" He said uncertainly.
"I have to explain everything to you. I want you to understand. But I can't do it over the phone."
"Do you want to meet tomorrow for coffee or something?"
"I would like to talk to you now." Her voice sounded urgent. "I have to get it all out, can you come over?"
Tristan hesitated, "I don't know Rory."
"Please, Tristan. I need to see you. I have to tell you…." Her voice trailed off.
"Okay I'll be right over." Tristan hung up the phone. 'Am I doing the right thing?' He asked to himself.
Forty five minutes later a knock sounded on Rory's front door. She opened it to find Tristan in jeans and a George Town's sweatshirt on. His hair was a mess and it looked liked he hadn't shaved in days.
"Hey." He said.
"Come in." Rory opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. She led him into the TV room and they sat down on the couch. "Would you like something to eat?"
"No."
"Something to drink then? I'll make some tea." Rory started to get up but Tristan pulled her back down.
"Just spit it out Rory." He said dryly.
"Right," Rory said nervously. "When I told you that Jess left us you probably got the wrong impression. And on Saturday, when we went to the movies, you probably thought that I was one of those women who are blind to the cruelties of her husband. But I'm not like that and Jess was never cruel, never."
Tristan watched as her face contorted in pain, he took her hand and squeezed it.
"You might've noticed that I don't enjoy Jessica's birthday which kills me because I want to be a good mother so bad." Rory paused, collecting her thoughts. "I've never liked that day because it's the last day I ever saw him, last time I spoke to him."
"He left on her birthday?!" Tristan fumed. "What-"
"Tristan," Rory interrupted him. "Please just let me finish, you'll understand everything in the end, I promise."
Tristan was filled with anger but kept quiet.
Rory looked away from him as she began speaking, "We were walking home that night, it was when we lived in New York City because both of our first jobs were there." Rory's eyes misted over as though she was picturing herself there again. "We were walking home from a restaurant, I was pregnant with Jessica and we couldn't have been happier…"
Flashback…
"Can you believe it?" Jess said to Rory happily. "We'll be a family of three soon!" They had just left the restaurant where they had had dinner with their friends.
"Just one month!" Rory said placing a hand on her enormous stomach. She smiled and grimaced. "Hey, can we take the short cut home, my swollen feet are killing me!"
"Sure." Jess laughed and then took her hand as they walked around a street corner, "I think we should start looking for a new place, the apartment isn't big enough."
"Somewhere less city like. I'm still not used to this place yet." Rory laughed forgetting her swollen feet. "It's not exactly Stars Hollow."
"No it's defiantly not." Jess smiled, he stopped suddenly and gripped her hand tighter. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Rory looked around, they were in a small deserted alley way. "I didn't hear anything."
"I guess it was nothing." Jess said but he brought Rory closer to him.
"So I was thinking we could move closer to the suburbs." Rory said thoughtfully.
"Sounds like a plan, close enough to the city though so it doesn't take us too long to get to our jobs." Jess said still looking anxiously around.
"You, me and our baby to be." Rory said dreamily, she leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked. 'Everything is so perfect…' she thought.
Without warning a man jumped out in front of them, a gun in his hand, "Don't move." He said gruffly but evenly.
Rory softly screamed and grabbed Jess's arm tightly.
"What the hell do you want?" Jess asked firmly pushing Rory behind him. "It's okay" He whispered to her, he soundly held her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"What do you think I want?" The burly man asked waving his gun at them. "Give me your fucking money, all of it."
"And if I don't?" Jess asked.
"You won't be standing when we're done."
Jess reached into his back pocket and brought out his wallet, Jess took the money out and gave it to the robber. "Okay, now get lost, that's all I have."
"Well, lookie here. Is the missus pregnant?" The robber said pocketing the money, waving the gun at Rory with his other hand
Jess's eyebrows creased, "Do not aim that gun at her." His hands were balled in to tight fists.
"Is that so?" He moved to the side so he could point the gun at Rory's stomach. "What're you gunna do about it?" He whispered.
"Jess!" Rory whispered, "We have to get out of here." Her hands were protectively wrapped around her stomach, she was shaking.
Jess watched in blind rage as the man pulled the safety lock on his gun, "No fucking way." He whispered to himself and lunged at him knocking the gun to the ground. "Rory, run!" Jess screamed as he punched the guy in the face.
Rory watched the scene play out as Jess and the man angrily fought each other. She was torn, should she leave and desert her husband? Or should she stay and put her baby in danger? She wouldn't leave him. "I won't leave you." Rory said determined.
Jess turned his head around, "Jesus Rory! Get out of here!" Jess spun around just in time to duck from an oncoming blow from the mugger.
"Help! Please, help!" Rory yelled as she saw people down the alley walking towards them. "Jess, Jess…" She looked on helplessly.
Jess punched him in the gut causing him to stumble backwards onto the ground. He turned to look at Rory again, "Leave!" He said.
"I won't leave you. Jess- the gun!" Rory said looking behind him.
Jess swore as he realized the gun that had been dropped before was right by the guy's feet. Jess lurched toward him but was too late, a shot rang out and echoed through the side street.
Jess was prepared for a bullet that never came.
"Jess." He heard a whisper behind him. He whirled around and saw Rory kneeling on the ground, blood pouring out from her shoulder.
"Rory!" His voice was full of terror.
Rory could barely think from the excruciating pain that coursed through her. She watched through blurred eyes as Jess ran to her, but he never made it. The sound of gunfire bounced off the walls again as Jess stopped in mid run, he stood for a moment just looking at Rory, his face full of lost dreams and hopes.
With a thud Jess's body hit the ground. Blood streamed out of his chest. Running feet scrambled behind him.
"Jess….Jess." Rory used the last of her strength to crawl over to his body. "Don't leave me…don't leave me." She took his hand and kissed it. The last thing Rory remembered before she fell unconscious was the sound of sirens and screams.
"I woke up the next morning a widow with a newborn baby in an incubator." Rory shuddered at the memory. "I had lost so much blood that they had to perform a c-section to save Jessica. It was too early to take her out of the womb, but they had to or she would have died. That was the worst day of my life, waking up to find my husband dead and my daughter in critical condition." Rory looked up to see Tristan staring at her with a look of complete sadness and bewilderment. "That was five years ago, and I'm still hurting." Rory pushed the side of her shirt to the side revealing her shoulder. "This is where it hit."
Tristen reached out and touched the scar tenderly, "I don't know what to say Rory. I feel like everything I thought I knew about you is wrong."
"I know." She was silent for a few minutes. "And that's my fault. I didn't lie to you, but I didn't tell you the truth either. I'm sorry for everything. I want to tell you Tristan that you've made my life so wonderful these past months, I haven't been this happy since the accident. But I'll completely understand if you don't want damaged goods." She squeezed his hand and got up from the couch. Rory walked to the kitchen, she leaned against the wall fighting back tears. 'I've lost him, haven't I?' she thought.
TBC…