Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - nothing really
DISCLAIMER - Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB own the characters and the show. All that's mine is this story.
AUTHORS NOTE - This is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any reviews. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review.
Tristan called Monique into his room. Tears still in her eyes, she looked up at her brother expectantly. "So, why did you want me to come here?"
Tristan pulled her into a hug, surprised by her bravery. "We're going to leave."
Monique pulled back. "What, are you joking? How are we going to do that? There's security all over the place. They'd know."
Tristan sighed in relief, happy to know his sister didn't want to stay here.
"We'll wait until the middle of the night and sneak out. I'll come to your room in about half an hour to help you pack, ok? Be quiet and act normal."
Monique nodded quickly, trust for her big brother shining in her eyes. "Okay, Tristan. But where will we stay?"
Tristan winced. "I'm not sure yet. Now go back to your room."
Monique listened to him, quickly heading down the hall. Tristan closed the door behind her, looking around his room. Quickly, he tore it apart, packing clothes, his schoolbooks, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and a few pillows. He grabbed his laptop and put it in its carrying case. Picking up his cell phone, he called his friend John. After telling him he needed a place to crash for a few days, John told him that his parents were home and they would tell the DuGreys. Tristan hung up the phone. He called a few other people, but no one could help. Giving up, he grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his coat.
Tristan walked calmly down the hall to Monique's room. Not bothering to knock, he threw the door open. Quickly, he helped her pack the necessary items. The two packed for Joseph and Christa, aware it was getting late. After they were done packing, Tristan grabbed Joseph and the bags while Monique grabbed Christa and together they ran from the house.
Sneaking quietly to his car, Tristan motioned for Monique to get in. She did as she was told, and Tristan threw the bags into the back seat. They drove around the back of the house, and passed through the only area with a security lapse Tristan knew of.
After a few moments, Monique spoke. "So, where are we going?"
Tristan's hands tightened on the wheel. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just had to get us out of there."
The ride progressed in silence and Tristan drove, as if by instinct, to a small town. Monique looked at him questioningly, "What's Star's Hollow?"
Tristan turned to look at her. He hadn't even noticed where he was going. Sighing, he said, "Our last chance."
Lorelai Gilmore sat on her couch flipping through channels on the TV. Rory looked at her mother. "Just put it on Roswell. You're getting me annoyed flipping through the channels."
Lorelai turned to her daughter. "Fine," she replied.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. "Mom, go answer it," Rory said drowsily.
Lorelai frowned. "But Max is about to take over his body again. I'll get it in a minute."
"Mom!"
"Fine, fine, fine. But you owe me." Lorelai got up from the couch slowly. "One minute," she yelled.
Lorelai opened the door to see a boy standing at the door. "Aren't you just a delectable little snack," she said.
The boy gave her a weird look. He held out his hand. "Uh, Tristan DuGrey, ma'am. You must be Ms. Gilmore."
Lorelai shook her head. "Uh uh, Bible Boy."
Tristan looked at her, clearly bewildered. "Ah, but aren't you Rory's mom?"
Lorelai nodded. "Lorelai. Not Ms. Gilmore. That's my mother destined for Hell."
Tristan nodded. "Oh, okay. Anyways, Lorelai, I need a place to stay, along with my sister, brother, and niece. Believe me, I don't want to be a burden, but your house is my last chance."
Lorelai looked at Tristan. He really did look desperate. "Okay, you can stay here over night. Tomorrow, we'll discuss why you're here and how long you stay, okay? For now, you look like you need sleep."
Tristan grinned. "Thank you, Ms... Lorelai."
Lorelai smiled. "Good boy."
She watched as Tristan gathered bags and three children. She couldn't help wondering why he was here. She looked into the living room at Rory, but her daughter had fallen asleep.
The next morning, Rory woke up on the couch, groggily rubbing her eyes. As she looked around, her eyes widened. Tristan sat in the armchair, holding a bottle, feeding a baby. "What are you doing here?"
Tristan looked up quickly. "I needed a place to stay."
Rory nodded, as if she believed that was all. She didn't. "Okay, Tristan. Who's that. Please don't tell me it's yours."
Tristan shook his head. "This is my niece, Christa. She's six weeks old."
Rory nodded. "And them...," she asked pointing to the children on her floor.
Tristan smiled. "My sister, Monique, and my brother, Joseph."
Rory nodded again. "Okay, and why are you here?"
"Oh, um, my parents were, uh, fighting, and I couldn't stand it anymore." Tristan said this feebly.
Rory frowned. There had to be more to it than that. "Okay, Tristan. But in order to make it to Chilton on time, we have fifteen minutes to get ready."
Tristan froze, looking like a deer caught in extremely bright headlights. "Uh, but, I have to get Monique to school."
Lorelai, who had been drinking coffee in the kitchen, overheard this. "Tristan, don't worry about it. Tell me where she goes and I'll bring her."
Tristan sighed with relief. "Thanks, Lorelai. So much. Tell you what? I'll buy you guys coffee after school for your help. Thanks." Tristan wrote directions to Monique's school and handed them to Lorelai.
"Smart kid. Rory, I like this kid." Lorelai said, brightening at the mention of more coffee.
Rory grinned. "Yeah, I guess he's good for something."
Rory ran down the hall to wards the bathroom, her mind set on brushing her hair. She threw the door open and was surprised to see Tristan standing there. "Oh, gee. I'm sorry. I'll-" She noticed Tristan's hand raise to cover his right arm. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed his hand. A bruise. The size of a hand. "Omigod, omigod, omigod. Tristan. Why didn't you tell me? Or my mom? Or anyone for that matter? Are you okay? Is it your parents? Do they hit Monique and Joseph and Christa? Answer me, Tristan!"
Tristan sighed. "Yes, Rory. It's my dad. My mom hits Monique. My dad hits me. They don't hit the others. At least not yet. Do you see why I needed to get away? I can't let Monique go through that." Tristan swallowed the lump in his throat. Tears were threatening to spill.
Rory was already sobbing. She gave Tristan a hug. "I'll make sure you guys can stay here as long as you need to. It's safe here. I promise."
Tristan smiled sadly. A safe place to stay. That was all he asked for. "Thanks, Rory."
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - nothing really
DISCLAIMER - Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB own the characters and the show. All that's mine is this story.
AUTHORS NOTE - This is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any reviews. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please review.
Tristan called Monique into his room. Tears still in her eyes, she looked up at her brother expectantly. "So, why did you want me to come here?"
Tristan pulled her into a hug, surprised by her bravery. "We're going to leave."
Monique pulled back. "What, are you joking? How are we going to do that? There's security all over the place. They'd know."
Tristan sighed in relief, happy to know his sister didn't want to stay here.
"We'll wait until the middle of the night and sneak out. I'll come to your room in about half an hour to help you pack, ok? Be quiet and act normal."
Monique nodded quickly, trust for her big brother shining in her eyes. "Okay, Tristan. But where will we stay?"
Tristan winced. "I'm not sure yet. Now go back to your room."
Monique listened to him, quickly heading down the hall. Tristan closed the door behind her, looking around his room. Quickly, he tore it apart, packing clothes, his schoolbooks, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and a few pillows. He grabbed his laptop and put it in its carrying case. Picking up his cell phone, he called his friend John. After telling him he needed a place to crash for a few days, John told him that his parents were home and they would tell the DuGreys. Tristan hung up the phone. He called a few other people, but no one could help. Giving up, he grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his coat.
Tristan walked calmly down the hall to Monique's room. Not bothering to knock, he threw the door open. Quickly, he helped her pack the necessary items. The two packed for Joseph and Christa, aware it was getting late. After they were done packing, Tristan grabbed Joseph and the bags while Monique grabbed Christa and together they ran from the house.
Sneaking quietly to his car, Tristan motioned for Monique to get in. She did as she was told, and Tristan threw the bags into the back seat. They drove around the back of the house, and passed through the only area with a security lapse Tristan knew of.
After a few moments, Monique spoke. "So, where are we going?"
Tristan's hands tightened on the wheel. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just had to get us out of there."
The ride progressed in silence and Tristan drove, as if by instinct, to a small town. Monique looked at him questioningly, "What's Star's Hollow?"
Tristan turned to look at her. He hadn't even noticed where he was going. Sighing, he said, "Our last chance."
Lorelai Gilmore sat on her couch flipping through channels on the TV. Rory looked at her mother. "Just put it on Roswell. You're getting me annoyed flipping through the channels."
Lorelai turned to her daughter. "Fine," she replied.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. "Mom, go answer it," Rory said drowsily.
Lorelai frowned. "But Max is about to take over his body again. I'll get it in a minute."
"Mom!"
"Fine, fine, fine. But you owe me." Lorelai got up from the couch slowly. "One minute," she yelled.
Lorelai opened the door to see a boy standing at the door. "Aren't you just a delectable little snack," she said.
The boy gave her a weird look. He held out his hand. "Uh, Tristan DuGrey, ma'am. You must be Ms. Gilmore."
Lorelai shook her head. "Uh uh, Bible Boy."
Tristan looked at her, clearly bewildered. "Ah, but aren't you Rory's mom?"
Lorelai nodded. "Lorelai. Not Ms. Gilmore. That's my mother destined for Hell."
Tristan nodded. "Oh, okay. Anyways, Lorelai, I need a place to stay, along with my sister, brother, and niece. Believe me, I don't want to be a burden, but your house is my last chance."
Lorelai looked at Tristan. He really did look desperate. "Okay, you can stay here over night. Tomorrow, we'll discuss why you're here and how long you stay, okay? For now, you look like you need sleep."
Tristan grinned. "Thank you, Ms... Lorelai."
Lorelai smiled. "Good boy."
She watched as Tristan gathered bags and three children. She couldn't help wondering why he was here. She looked into the living room at Rory, but her daughter had fallen asleep.
The next morning, Rory woke up on the couch, groggily rubbing her eyes. As she looked around, her eyes widened. Tristan sat in the armchair, holding a bottle, feeding a baby. "What are you doing here?"
Tristan looked up quickly. "I needed a place to stay."
Rory nodded, as if she believed that was all. She didn't. "Okay, Tristan. Who's that. Please don't tell me it's yours."
Tristan shook his head. "This is my niece, Christa. She's six weeks old."
Rory nodded. "And them...," she asked pointing to the children on her floor.
Tristan smiled. "My sister, Monique, and my brother, Joseph."
Rory nodded again. "Okay, and why are you here?"
"Oh, um, my parents were, uh, fighting, and I couldn't stand it anymore." Tristan said this feebly.
Rory frowned. There had to be more to it than that. "Okay, Tristan. But in order to make it to Chilton on time, we have fifteen minutes to get ready."
Tristan froze, looking like a deer caught in extremely bright headlights. "Uh, but, I have to get Monique to school."
Lorelai, who had been drinking coffee in the kitchen, overheard this. "Tristan, don't worry about it. Tell me where she goes and I'll bring her."
Tristan sighed with relief. "Thanks, Lorelai. So much. Tell you what? I'll buy you guys coffee after school for your help. Thanks." Tristan wrote directions to Monique's school and handed them to Lorelai.
"Smart kid. Rory, I like this kid." Lorelai said, brightening at the mention of more coffee.
Rory grinned. "Yeah, I guess he's good for something."
Rory ran down the hall to wards the bathroom, her mind set on brushing her hair. She threw the door open and was surprised to see Tristan standing there. "Oh, gee. I'm sorry. I'll-" She noticed Tristan's hand raise to cover his right arm. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed his hand. A bruise. The size of a hand. "Omigod, omigod, omigod. Tristan. Why didn't you tell me? Or my mom? Or anyone for that matter? Are you okay? Is it your parents? Do they hit Monique and Joseph and Christa? Answer me, Tristan!"
Tristan sighed. "Yes, Rory. It's my dad. My mom hits Monique. My dad hits me. They don't hit the others. At least not yet. Do you see why I needed to get away? I can't let Monique go through that." Tristan swallowed the lump in his throat. Tears were threatening to spill.
Rory was already sobbing. She gave Tristan a hug. "I'll make sure you guys can stay here as long as you need to. It's safe here. I promise."
Tristan smiled sadly. A safe place to stay. That was all he asked for. "Thanks, Rory."