Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - a little swearing
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.
"So, Rory, do you want a ride to school?" Tristan asked the question hopefully.
Rory immediately shook her head no.
Tristan frowned. "Why not?"
Rory looked at him. "Someone will see us pull up together and when word goes around that you've run away, everyone will know where you are and they'll tell your parents, figuring that they'll give them reward money or something."
Tristan thought for a moment. "Yeah, you may be right. So, we act the same in school and you keep taking the bus, right?"
Rory nodded. "Right."
Tristan smiled. "So I'll see you in school." After a pause, he added, "And Rory, don't say anything about-"
Rory nodded again. "I won't. Don't worry. It's our secret."
Tristan sighed with relief. "Thanks, Ror."
"Your welcome. And Tristan... once this is over, I will be expecting rides home."
Tristan beamed. "Really? Okay then, Ror. I'll see you in first period." He grabbed his keys and a minute later, Rory heard the engine of his BMW roar to life and the car drive away.
Rory walked down the street, holding her bag, and sat on the bench at the bus stop. As she waited, she wondered what she could do to help Tristan.
"Okay everyone, today I am assigning a project. I'll pass out sheets for you to look at. But the main thing you must know is this project is 60% of your final grade, get it? Sixty percent." Those were the chilling words of Ms. Petrillo, the Home Economics teacher. Rory covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Glancing at Tristan, she saw he was having as much trouble keeping quiet as she was. Home Ec was a joke class, a requirement to pass high school, nothing more. The project would probably be to make a poster.
Ms. Petrillo continued her speech. "You will work as a team, one male, one female, to raise a baby. These babies are electronic sensory dolls, meaning they respond to changes in their environment. Meaning I will know if they weren't changed, fed, loved, etcetera. Each couple will get one doll, unless you end up with the twins. The first week of the project is the 'pregnancy,' in which the men must meet all their wives cravings no matter what time it is. Even two in the morning. And women are allowed mood swings, etcetera. The next three weeks is the project itself. Understand? You may pick your partners." Tristan looked at Rory. Rory shrugged. "Okay, class, I will start at the top of my class list and call out each name. You say the name of your partner, they agree or disagree, okay?" Ms. Petrillo paused. "Appleby."
"Matt Simmons."
"Okay, um... Bryant."
"Allison Winters."
"Okay, next is Carmody."
"Michael Saige."
"Yep, um...Collins."
"Henry Wang."
"Okay...DuGrey." The class turned to Tristan.
Tristan looked at Rory and she nodded. "Lorelai Gilmore."
"Okay...let's see, Gellar."
And the list continued.
Ms. Petrillo looked around the class. "Now I'll have each female come up and draw a piece of paper from the box. This will say girl, boy, or twins. There are three sets of twins. One's one girl, one boy. One's two girls, the other two boys. And there's one set of triplets. Two girls and a boy. Okay, Appleby. Carmody. Collins. Gellar. Gilmore..."
Rory walked up quietly, praying she wouldn't get twins. That was too much work with everything else she had going on. She reached her hand in the box and pulled out the slip. Too nervous to open it she brought it to Tristan, thrusting it into his hand. "You open it," she commanded.
He unwrapped it torturously slow and Rory looked on anxiously. As he read it, he looked up at her. "Hey, honey, we're going to have triplets."
Rory's face fell. "Oh, damn. Please tell me you're joking." When he didn't respond, Rory continued. "What are we going to do? This is not good. We already have enough to do. I am not liking this."
Tristan put his hand on Rory's shoulder. "At least you have me."
Rory smirked. "That's a comfort."
Tristan waggled his eyebrows. Whispering, he said, "When we get home, we'll have to set about making those babies."
Rory hit his shoulder lightly. "Tristan, as much as I love children, sex with you would just be too boring. Understand?"
Tristan laughed. "I resent that!"
Rory sat down on top of his desk. "Know what, I think I'm having a craving right now. For...coffee!."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "That's not from the pregnancy. That's just you...being you."
Rory grinned. "And you love me for it, husband dearest, don't you?"
Tristan laughed. "More than you know," he said under his breath.
Rory jerked her head up. "What did you say?"
"Coffee's the devil."
"Now that is something that really should be resented. Blasphemy. Blasphemy, I tell you." Rory crossed her arms across her chest, trying to look mad.
"Tristan, I want coffee," Rory whined from her spot on the couch. She flipped through the channels on the TV, holding a remote. "I could get used to this pregnancy thing."
Tristan laughed. "You're not really pregnant."
"Coffee."
"No, you already had nine cups. Plus, that's not good for our babies," he said, placing his hand on her stomach. He tried to ignore the tingles that raised up his spine upon touching her.
Rory stuck out her lower lip. "I want coffee. Plus, these babies are Gilmores. They need coffee to survive."
Tristan looked at her. He couldn't resist that face. "Fine."
Rory grinned. "I want Luke's coffee."
Tristan gave her a strange look. "You want me to go all the way to Luke's to get you coffee? We have coffee here."
Rory bit her bottom lip. "I want Luke's coffee. I'm pregnant. I didn't get myself pregnant, you know. You helped. Now go help me some more."
Tristan leered at her. "I'd love to help more but I don't know what your boyfriend would think."
Rory groaned. "Coffee, now. Oh, and give me your cell phone." Tristan handed her the cell phone. "Thanks." He nodded and left the house, walking to Luke's.
Rory dialed the number she knew by heart. "Hi, this is Rory. Is Dean there? Oh, he's not. Okay, could you tell him I called? Thanks. Bye." Rory frowned. She had to talk to Dean before he saw Tristan.
Tristan entered Luke's and went up to order Rory her coffee. "Hey Jess, can you get me, like 10 cups of that crap Rory drinks so I don't have to come back in 2 minutes?"
Two voices responded immediately, "Why are you getting Rory coffee?"
Tristan looked at the sources. The bagboy and some older man, standing behind the counter. 'Must be Luke.' Tristan looked at Dean's irate expression and couldn't resist. "Well, I've been staying with the Gilmores and to make a long story short, I got Rory pregnant and now I have to service her every need."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "You are joking, right? Because Rory's not a slut. For that matter, she doesn't put out at all. So I don't believe you. She won't even give it to me."
Tristan almost fainted. This was the guy Rory thought was so sweet? Before he had a chance to say anything, Luke replied, "Both of you, don't talk like that. Dean, you don't deserve her. And you, what is your problem? Rory isn't pregnant. And since when are you staying there?"
Dean glared at Luke. "You only act like Rory's father because you want her mother in your bed, isn't that right."
Luke ignored the comment. "Well, kid, what are you doing here?"
Tristan replied simply, "Well, since last night. And as for Rory being pregnant, I'm sorry I didn't clarify, it's for our Home Ec class. And I really do have to service all Rory's needs for the next week, which is why I need your coffee. And the name is Tristan DuGrey, nice to meet you."
Luke stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was satisfied with the explanation. Holding out his hand, he said, "You too, kid, you too. I hope to see you in here often, which, if you're staying with the Gilmores, may be too often for you. Good luck, kid." Luke turned away and walked into the back of the store. Dean glared at Tristan, then left.
"Hey, honey, I'm home. So, how's my wife. You know, she could have told me that Luke and Dean hate anyone who mentions the name Rory." Tristan walked into the living room.
Rory looked up with wide eyes. "Oh, no. You saw Dean. Are you okay? Is he okay?"
Tristan laughed. "Yeah, we're fine. But I thought he needed a straightjacket when I said I got you pregnant."
Rory squeezed her eyes shut. "You said what? Are you stupid?"
Tristan nodded. "Apparently so."
Rory opened her eyes. She saw that Tristan held 4 cups of coffee in each hand. Scrambling over, she made room for him to sit down on the couch. "Here, sit down. Put the coffee on the coffee table."
Tristan watched as she eyed the coffee as if it was her lover. "You want?" Tristan held a cup of coffee temptingly in front of her.
Rory nodded. "Yes. I want it all."
Tristan nodded. "It cost me money, you know."
Rory didn't like where this was going. "Yes, I know."
Tristan grinned. "So you get it for a price."
Rory bit her lip. "What price?"
Tristan smiled. "A kiss."
Rory frowned. "For coffee. Coffee for kiss. No coffee for no kiss. Hmm. Fine. One kiss."
Tristan looked her in the eyes. "On the lips."
"Fine." Rory stuck out her tongue.
"Tongue's okay with me."
Rory quickly put her tongue back in her mouth.
Rory came closer to Tristan and brought her lips up to meet his. The kiss was short, sweet, and a bit melancholy. Tristan was lost in it, lost in her. When he was with her, there were no problems in the world. It was just...Rory. The kiss ended. She looked up at him. "Do I get my coffee now," she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"Oh, um, yeah. Here." Tristan watched her, surprised she wouldn't meet his eyes. The kiss had affected her as much as it had affected him. Finally, a breakthrough.
Rory grabbed the coffee and scooted as far away from him on the couch as possible. 'Or maybe not,' he thought silently.
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - a little swearing
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.
"So, Rory, do you want a ride to school?" Tristan asked the question hopefully.
Rory immediately shook her head no.
Tristan frowned. "Why not?"
Rory looked at him. "Someone will see us pull up together and when word goes around that you've run away, everyone will know where you are and they'll tell your parents, figuring that they'll give them reward money or something."
Tristan thought for a moment. "Yeah, you may be right. So, we act the same in school and you keep taking the bus, right?"
Rory nodded. "Right."
Tristan smiled. "So I'll see you in school." After a pause, he added, "And Rory, don't say anything about-"
Rory nodded again. "I won't. Don't worry. It's our secret."
Tristan sighed with relief. "Thanks, Ror."
"Your welcome. And Tristan... once this is over, I will be expecting rides home."
Tristan beamed. "Really? Okay then, Ror. I'll see you in first period." He grabbed his keys and a minute later, Rory heard the engine of his BMW roar to life and the car drive away.
Rory walked down the street, holding her bag, and sat on the bench at the bus stop. As she waited, she wondered what she could do to help Tristan.
"Okay everyone, today I am assigning a project. I'll pass out sheets for you to look at. But the main thing you must know is this project is 60% of your final grade, get it? Sixty percent." Those were the chilling words of Ms. Petrillo, the Home Economics teacher. Rory covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Glancing at Tristan, she saw he was having as much trouble keeping quiet as she was. Home Ec was a joke class, a requirement to pass high school, nothing more. The project would probably be to make a poster.
Ms. Petrillo continued her speech. "You will work as a team, one male, one female, to raise a baby. These babies are electronic sensory dolls, meaning they respond to changes in their environment. Meaning I will know if they weren't changed, fed, loved, etcetera. Each couple will get one doll, unless you end up with the twins. The first week of the project is the 'pregnancy,' in which the men must meet all their wives cravings no matter what time it is. Even two in the morning. And women are allowed mood swings, etcetera. The next three weeks is the project itself. Understand? You may pick your partners." Tristan looked at Rory. Rory shrugged. "Okay, class, I will start at the top of my class list and call out each name. You say the name of your partner, they agree or disagree, okay?" Ms. Petrillo paused. "Appleby."
"Matt Simmons."
"Okay, um... Bryant."
"Allison Winters."
"Okay, next is Carmody."
"Michael Saige."
"Yep, um...Collins."
"Henry Wang."
"Okay...DuGrey." The class turned to Tristan.
Tristan looked at Rory and she nodded. "Lorelai Gilmore."
"Okay...let's see, Gellar."
And the list continued.
Ms. Petrillo looked around the class. "Now I'll have each female come up and draw a piece of paper from the box. This will say girl, boy, or twins. There are three sets of twins. One's one girl, one boy. One's two girls, the other two boys. And there's one set of triplets. Two girls and a boy. Okay, Appleby. Carmody. Collins. Gellar. Gilmore..."
Rory walked up quietly, praying she wouldn't get twins. That was too much work with everything else she had going on. She reached her hand in the box and pulled out the slip. Too nervous to open it she brought it to Tristan, thrusting it into his hand. "You open it," she commanded.
He unwrapped it torturously slow and Rory looked on anxiously. As he read it, he looked up at her. "Hey, honey, we're going to have triplets."
Rory's face fell. "Oh, damn. Please tell me you're joking." When he didn't respond, Rory continued. "What are we going to do? This is not good. We already have enough to do. I am not liking this."
Tristan put his hand on Rory's shoulder. "At least you have me."
Rory smirked. "That's a comfort."
Tristan waggled his eyebrows. Whispering, he said, "When we get home, we'll have to set about making those babies."
Rory hit his shoulder lightly. "Tristan, as much as I love children, sex with you would just be too boring. Understand?"
Tristan laughed. "I resent that!"
Rory sat down on top of his desk. "Know what, I think I'm having a craving right now. For...coffee!."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "That's not from the pregnancy. That's just you...being you."
Rory grinned. "And you love me for it, husband dearest, don't you?"
Tristan laughed. "More than you know," he said under his breath.
Rory jerked her head up. "What did you say?"
"Coffee's the devil."
"Now that is something that really should be resented. Blasphemy. Blasphemy, I tell you." Rory crossed her arms across her chest, trying to look mad.
"Tristan, I want coffee," Rory whined from her spot on the couch. She flipped through the channels on the TV, holding a remote. "I could get used to this pregnancy thing."
Tristan laughed. "You're not really pregnant."
"Coffee."
"No, you already had nine cups. Plus, that's not good for our babies," he said, placing his hand on her stomach. He tried to ignore the tingles that raised up his spine upon touching her.
Rory stuck out her lower lip. "I want coffee. Plus, these babies are Gilmores. They need coffee to survive."
Tristan looked at her. He couldn't resist that face. "Fine."
Rory grinned. "I want Luke's coffee."
Tristan gave her a strange look. "You want me to go all the way to Luke's to get you coffee? We have coffee here."
Rory bit her bottom lip. "I want Luke's coffee. I'm pregnant. I didn't get myself pregnant, you know. You helped. Now go help me some more."
Tristan leered at her. "I'd love to help more but I don't know what your boyfriend would think."
Rory groaned. "Coffee, now. Oh, and give me your cell phone." Tristan handed her the cell phone. "Thanks." He nodded and left the house, walking to Luke's.
Rory dialed the number she knew by heart. "Hi, this is Rory. Is Dean there? Oh, he's not. Okay, could you tell him I called? Thanks. Bye." Rory frowned. She had to talk to Dean before he saw Tristan.
Tristan entered Luke's and went up to order Rory her coffee. "Hey Jess, can you get me, like 10 cups of that crap Rory drinks so I don't have to come back in 2 minutes?"
Two voices responded immediately, "Why are you getting Rory coffee?"
Tristan looked at the sources. The bagboy and some older man, standing behind the counter. 'Must be Luke.' Tristan looked at Dean's irate expression and couldn't resist. "Well, I've been staying with the Gilmores and to make a long story short, I got Rory pregnant and now I have to service her every need."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "You are joking, right? Because Rory's not a slut. For that matter, she doesn't put out at all. So I don't believe you. She won't even give it to me."
Tristan almost fainted. This was the guy Rory thought was so sweet? Before he had a chance to say anything, Luke replied, "Both of you, don't talk like that. Dean, you don't deserve her. And you, what is your problem? Rory isn't pregnant. And since when are you staying there?"
Dean glared at Luke. "You only act like Rory's father because you want her mother in your bed, isn't that right."
Luke ignored the comment. "Well, kid, what are you doing here?"
Tristan replied simply, "Well, since last night. And as for Rory being pregnant, I'm sorry I didn't clarify, it's for our Home Ec class. And I really do have to service all Rory's needs for the next week, which is why I need your coffee. And the name is Tristan DuGrey, nice to meet you."
Luke stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was satisfied with the explanation. Holding out his hand, he said, "You too, kid, you too. I hope to see you in here often, which, if you're staying with the Gilmores, may be too often for you. Good luck, kid." Luke turned away and walked into the back of the store. Dean glared at Tristan, then left.
"Hey, honey, I'm home. So, how's my wife. You know, she could have told me that Luke and Dean hate anyone who mentions the name Rory." Tristan walked into the living room.
Rory looked up with wide eyes. "Oh, no. You saw Dean. Are you okay? Is he okay?"
Tristan laughed. "Yeah, we're fine. But I thought he needed a straightjacket when I said I got you pregnant."
Rory squeezed her eyes shut. "You said what? Are you stupid?"
Tristan nodded. "Apparently so."
Rory opened her eyes. She saw that Tristan held 4 cups of coffee in each hand. Scrambling over, she made room for him to sit down on the couch. "Here, sit down. Put the coffee on the coffee table."
Tristan watched as she eyed the coffee as if it was her lover. "You want?" Tristan held a cup of coffee temptingly in front of her.
Rory nodded. "Yes. I want it all."
Tristan nodded. "It cost me money, you know."
Rory didn't like where this was going. "Yes, I know."
Tristan grinned. "So you get it for a price."
Rory bit her lip. "What price?"
Tristan smiled. "A kiss."
Rory frowned. "For coffee. Coffee for kiss. No coffee for no kiss. Hmm. Fine. One kiss."
Tristan looked her in the eyes. "On the lips."
"Fine." Rory stuck out her tongue.
"Tongue's okay with me."
Rory quickly put her tongue back in her mouth.
Rory came closer to Tristan and brought her lips up to meet his. The kiss was short, sweet, and a bit melancholy. Tristan was lost in it, lost in her. When he was with her, there were no problems in the world. It was just...Rory. The kiss ended. She looked up at him. "Do I get my coffee now," she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"Oh, um, yeah. Here." Tristan watched her, surprised she wouldn't meet his eyes. The kiss had affected her as much as it had affected him. Finally, a breakthrough.
Rory grabbed the coffee and scooted as far away from him on the couch as possible. 'Or maybe not,' he thought silently.