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Title: Some Things Change
Author: Christine (Christine.2001@juno.com)
Rating: PG-13??
Spoilers: Umm…I guess up until "The Third Lorelai"…the rest came from my head.
Pairing: R/T
Starring: Rory, Tristan
Guest Starring: Lorelai, Dean, Luke, Lane
Summary: Tristan and Rory have become good friends, although she and Dean are still dating (they never broke up the first time). After something happens with Dean, Rory sees that things are beginning to change between her and Tristan.
Disclaimer: Nooo officer! That's not Tristan stuffed under my bed……Well….I was going to give him back!!…. Eventually.
Feedback: Oh, YES Please! This is my first fic and I want to make sure I'm doing it right.
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At the mention of having to study, Rory started to whine and fell back onto the couch. "Don't wanna!"
"Come on, Rory," he coaxed. He held out his hands to pull her up and accidentally pulled too hard. Rory jerked forward falling against him, and they felt shocks blaze through their bodies. Quickly jumping apart, they both said simultaneously, "I'll go change now!" before quickly darting away.
End of Chapter 10
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Chapter 11/16
"Married to…"
"Anne Hathaway."
"In the year…"
"1582."
They had been studying for hours. After an initial awkwardness, the two friends fell back into their normal comfortableness with each other. Both had somewhat successfully pushed the moment from a few hours before into the recesses of their minds in order to get back to the task of studying. Yet for both, it was impossible to ignore what had occurred.
Before Rory could fire out yet another round of questions, Lorelai came bounding in from the kitchen.
"As rank officer of this household, I demand to be entertained!" Lorelai demanded with an air of haughtiness.
"Mom," Rory sighed with aggravation.
Losing her composure, Lorelai whined, "Entertain me!"
"Mom! We have to study!"
"But I'm bored!" the elder Gilmore pouted. "Where'd you put my other daughter? You know, the fun one? She's about yea high?" She held her hand up next to her head, parallel to the floor.
In an effort to get rid of her hyper mother, Rory tried the only thing she could think of. "Hey mom you just got your newest In Style magazine. You can go ogle all the terribly well dressed!"
"Ooh. Now there's a paradox." In a high-pitched, cartoonish voice, "You look terrible! But I'm well dressed! So then, you're terribly well dressed!" Then in her normal voice, "Well you people stink!" Throwing up her hands in disgust, Lorelai retreated to the kitchen while mumbling, "What has Chilton done to my daughter! Leaving me to fend for myself in this cruel world!
Sighing, Rory turned her attention back to the piles of books strewn on the floor in front of her. "Well. I guess it's back to studying." Hearing a loud groan, she looked up at Tristan's reclined form on her couch.
"Tristan, you know we have to. We only have tonight and tomorrow."
With an aggravated sigh, Tristan reluctantly rose to a sitting position. "Yeah, yeah. I know."
"Ok," she said, scrunching her nose in her contemplation.
"Man, she looks adorable when she does that," Tristan thought silently as he watched her.
Snapping her fingers, "I got it. I'll quote Shakespeare, you tell me what work it's from."
"Child's play. Shoot," Tristan said with an arrogant smirk. The same smirk that used to drive Rory insane with anger. The same smirk that she now thought was adorable after getting to know the real person behind the spoiled, rich-boy façade.
"Don't get so cocky just yet," she warned.
"So are you saying you'll let me later?" he asked with a leer.
"Ugh! You're amazing you know that!" Rory sighed with exasperation.
Brushing his knuckles against his shirt and then blowing on them, "Yeah. So I've heard."
With a glare that only evoked a chuckle from him, "Anyway! Back to Shakespeare."
"Fire away!" he said as he stretched out his legs in front of him and placed his hands behind his head, making himself comfortable on the couch.
"Ok, how bout this one: 'Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.'"
"Easy. Macbeth." With a dramatized yawn, "Come on Rory. Think of another one."
"Grrr…Ok, smart guy. 'Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but-'"
"'Never doubt I love,'" Tristan supplied. "That, would be Hamlet. Rory," he admonished, "tsk, tsk. You HAVE to be able to do better than that!"
Sending him an angry glare, "Ooh…you're insufferable, you know that?!?"
"'The lady doth protest too much, methinks.' That was in Hamlet too, in case you didn't know," he said, goading her. Tristan began laughing so hard at Rory's angry glares that he didn't notice as she stalked up to the couch where he was sitting.
Grabbing a nearby pillow, Rory began her assault upon the laughing figure on the couch. Rory was relentless as she tried to smack the laughter out of him. Tristan, finding no means of immediate escape, used the next best tactic: the element of surprise. Jumping off the couch, Tristan launched himself at Rory, grabbing her around her waist. Catching her by surprise, he easily lifted her off the ground and threw her onto the couch without so much as a fight out of her. Snatching the pillow away and throwing it over his shoulder, he launched himself at her once again, yet this time, he was headed straight for her most ticklish spot.
"HAHAHA!!! Tristan!!! Stop!!! HAHAHA!!! Please?!!?" Rory begged through her fits of laughter. She feebly tried to push him away from her sides, but from his position straddling her legs, she was trapped at his mercy.
"Never give up! Never surrender!!" he teased, unrelentlessly tickling her.
"Please?!?! Please?!? I beg of you! I'll do anything you want!!"
Immediately halting his attack, "Well….since you put it THAT way!" he said, unable to hide the wide grin gracing his already charming face.
"Wow. There's that gorgeous smile again." Rory couldn't help the thought and her consequent staring.
"God, she looks beautiful." Just looking at Rory made Tristan want her more and more than he already did, if that was at all possible. Her laughter from being tickled had brought a rosy blush to her cheeks, making her all the more beautiful.
Suddenly realizing that they had been staring at each other, and then remembering the position they were in, the playful pillow fight had turned into an awkward situation. Tristan quickly climbed up from his seated position atop her legs and sat on the couch beside her. Rory, meanwhile, busied herself by sitting upright and straightening her now rumpled shirt. Neither could look the other in the eye.
Rubbing his hand distractedly through his hair, Tristan sighed. In an effort to get things back to normal, he said, "So. What do you want to do now? And please don't stay study." His pout reinforced the fact that he really didn't want her to suggest more studying.
"How about a movie?"
"Sure. But if you say Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, you will one very sorry woman!" he threatened, sticking his finger warningly in her face.
Pushing his finger away, "Okay! Okay! So what do you want to watch. There's some tapes on the table next to you."
"How about Meet Joe Black?"
"Oooh! Brad Pitt!"
"As the devil!"
"Hey! You're the Evil One!"
"Yeah, and don't I look so much better than Brad, too?" he asked, comically flexing his muscles.
In her most monotone and unenthusiastic voice, Rory deadpanned, "Oh yeah. Sooooo much better. Can't contain the drool." As she got up to put the video, in she hit him in the face with a pillow, laughing at his feigned look of hurt. In that second, the awkwardness was broken.
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As the two on the screen walked off, back down the hill, Tristan gazed longingly at Rory, as he had been through most of the movie. He could see the gentle tears slowly gliding down the contours of her cheeks. Slowly reaching over, Tristan gently wiped away a falling tear. Quietly, in almost a whisper, "Hey, what's wrong?"
With a sniffle, Rory wiped at her damp face. Turning silently to him, she looked up into his deep blue eyes. "That's just so beautiful that he gave her up, all because he loved her so much. How could you give up someone like that? To do what's best for her even though you loved her more than anything? Someone whom you would do anything to be with?"
Tristan looked down and was silent for moment of contemplation. Then in hoarse voice that he couldn't control, he whispered an answer to her questions. "Sometimes, you just love someone so much that you would do anything for them. Even if it means staying apart from them and sacrificing your own happiness." He looked up, meeting her eyes, glossy from her tears.
Rory didn't know what to say as they stared into each other's eyes. So instead of speaking, she reached down for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his own.
End of Chapter 11
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Title: Some Things Change
Author: Christine (Christine.2001@juno.com)
Rating: PG-13??
Spoilers: Umm…I guess up until "The Third Lorelai"…the rest came from my head.
Pairing: R/T
Starring: Rory, Tristan
Guest Starring: Lorelai, Dean, Luke, Lane
Summary: Tristan and Rory have become good friends, although she and Dean are still dating (they never broke up the first time). After something happens with Dean, Rory sees that things are beginning to change between her and Tristan.
Disclaimer: Nooo officer! That's not Tristan stuffed under my bed……Well….I was going to give him back!!…. Eventually.
Feedback: Oh, YES Please! This is my first fic and I want to make sure I'm doing it right.
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At the mention of having to study, Rory started to whine and fell back onto the couch. "Don't wanna!"
"Come on, Rory," he coaxed. He held out his hands to pull her up and accidentally pulled too hard. Rory jerked forward falling against him, and they felt shocks blaze through their bodies. Quickly jumping apart, they both said simultaneously, "I'll go change now!" before quickly darting away.
End of Chapter 10
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Chapter 11/16
"Married to…"
"Anne Hathaway."
"In the year…"
"1582."
They had been studying for hours. After an initial awkwardness, the two friends fell back into their normal comfortableness with each other. Both had somewhat successfully pushed the moment from a few hours before into the recesses of their minds in order to get back to the task of studying. Yet for both, it was impossible to ignore what had occurred.
Before Rory could fire out yet another round of questions, Lorelai came bounding in from the kitchen.
"As rank officer of this household, I demand to be entertained!" Lorelai demanded with an air of haughtiness.
"Mom," Rory sighed with aggravation.
Losing her composure, Lorelai whined, "Entertain me!"
"Mom! We have to study!"
"But I'm bored!" the elder Gilmore pouted. "Where'd you put my other daughter? You know, the fun one? She's about yea high?" She held her hand up next to her head, parallel to the floor.
In an effort to get rid of her hyper mother, Rory tried the only thing she could think of. "Hey mom you just got your newest In Style magazine. You can go ogle all the terribly well dressed!"
"Ooh. Now there's a paradox." In a high-pitched, cartoonish voice, "You look terrible! But I'm well dressed! So then, you're terribly well dressed!" Then in her normal voice, "Well you people stink!" Throwing up her hands in disgust, Lorelai retreated to the kitchen while mumbling, "What has Chilton done to my daughter! Leaving me to fend for myself in this cruel world!
Sighing, Rory turned her attention back to the piles of books strewn on the floor in front of her. "Well. I guess it's back to studying." Hearing a loud groan, she looked up at Tristan's reclined form on her couch.
"Tristan, you know we have to. We only have tonight and tomorrow."
With an aggravated sigh, Tristan reluctantly rose to a sitting position. "Yeah, yeah. I know."
"Ok," she said, scrunching her nose in her contemplation.
"Man, she looks adorable when she does that," Tristan thought silently as he watched her.
Snapping her fingers, "I got it. I'll quote Shakespeare, you tell me what work it's from."
"Child's play. Shoot," Tristan said with an arrogant smirk. The same smirk that used to drive Rory insane with anger. The same smirk that she now thought was adorable after getting to know the real person behind the spoiled, rich-boy façade.
"Don't get so cocky just yet," she warned.
"So are you saying you'll let me later?" he asked with a leer.
"Ugh! You're amazing you know that!" Rory sighed with exasperation.
Brushing his knuckles against his shirt and then blowing on them, "Yeah. So I've heard."
With a glare that only evoked a chuckle from him, "Anyway! Back to Shakespeare."
"Fire away!" he said as he stretched out his legs in front of him and placed his hands behind his head, making himself comfortable on the couch.
"Ok, how bout this one: 'Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.'"
"Easy. Macbeth." With a dramatized yawn, "Come on Rory. Think of another one."
"Grrr…Ok, smart guy. 'Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but-'"
"'Never doubt I love,'" Tristan supplied. "That, would be Hamlet. Rory," he admonished, "tsk, tsk. You HAVE to be able to do better than that!"
Sending him an angry glare, "Ooh…you're insufferable, you know that?!?"
"'The lady doth protest too much, methinks.' That was in Hamlet too, in case you didn't know," he said, goading her. Tristan began laughing so hard at Rory's angry glares that he didn't notice as she stalked up to the couch where he was sitting.
Grabbing a nearby pillow, Rory began her assault upon the laughing figure on the couch. Rory was relentless as she tried to smack the laughter out of him. Tristan, finding no means of immediate escape, used the next best tactic: the element of surprise. Jumping off the couch, Tristan launched himself at Rory, grabbing her around her waist. Catching her by surprise, he easily lifted her off the ground and threw her onto the couch without so much as a fight out of her. Snatching the pillow away and throwing it over his shoulder, he launched himself at her once again, yet this time, he was headed straight for her most ticklish spot.
"HAHAHA!!! Tristan!!! Stop!!! HAHAHA!!! Please?!!?" Rory begged through her fits of laughter. She feebly tried to push him away from her sides, but from his position straddling her legs, she was trapped at his mercy.
"Never give up! Never surrender!!" he teased, unrelentlessly tickling her.
"Please?!?! Please?!? I beg of you! I'll do anything you want!!"
Immediately halting his attack, "Well….since you put it THAT way!" he said, unable to hide the wide grin gracing his already charming face.
"Wow. There's that gorgeous smile again." Rory couldn't help the thought and her consequent staring.
"God, she looks beautiful." Just looking at Rory made Tristan want her more and more than he already did, if that was at all possible. Her laughter from being tickled had brought a rosy blush to her cheeks, making her all the more beautiful.
Suddenly realizing that they had been staring at each other, and then remembering the position they were in, the playful pillow fight had turned into an awkward situation. Tristan quickly climbed up from his seated position atop her legs and sat on the couch beside her. Rory, meanwhile, busied herself by sitting upright and straightening her now rumpled shirt. Neither could look the other in the eye.
Rubbing his hand distractedly through his hair, Tristan sighed. In an effort to get things back to normal, he said, "So. What do you want to do now? And please don't stay study." His pout reinforced the fact that he really didn't want her to suggest more studying.
"How about a movie?"
"Sure. But if you say Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, you will one very sorry woman!" he threatened, sticking his finger warningly in her face.
Pushing his finger away, "Okay! Okay! So what do you want to watch. There's some tapes on the table next to you."
"How about Meet Joe Black?"
"Oooh! Brad Pitt!"
"As the devil!"
"Hey! You're the Evil One!"
"Yeah, and don't I look so much better than Brad, too?" he asked, comically flexing his muscles.
In her most monotone and unenthusiastic voice, Rory deadpanned, "Oh yeah. Sooooo much better. Can't contain the drool." As she got up to put the video, in she hit him in the face with a pillow, laughing at his feigned look of hurt. In that second, the awkwardness was broken.
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As the two on the screen walked off, back down the hill, Tristan gazed longingly at Rory, as he had been through most of the movie. He could see the gentle tears slowly gliding down the contours of her cheeks. Slowly reaching over, Tristan gently wiped away a falling tear. Quietly, in almost a whisper, "Hey, what's wrong?"
With a sniffle, Rory wiped at her damp face. Turning silently to him, she looked up into his deep blue eyes. "That's just so beautiful that he gave her up, all because he loved her so much. How could you give up someone like that? To do what's best for her even though you loved her more than anything? Someone whom you would do anything to be with?"
Tristan looked down and was silent for moment of contemplation. Then in hoarse voice that he couldn't control, he whispered an answer to her questions. "Sometimes, you just love someone so much that you would do anything for them. Even if it means staying apart from them and sacrificing your own happiness." He looked up, meeting her eyes, glossy from her tears.
Rory didn't know what to say as they stared into each other's eyes. So instead of speaking, she reached down for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his own.
End of Chapter 11
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