Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - Indirect violence
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.
"Rory, what are you doing tonight? Why don't we go to the movies?" Rory only half listened as Dean talked to her over the phone. 'I kissed Tristan. What was I thinking?' Rory couldn't stop the thoughts overflowing her brain; it was like a dam burst somewhere in her brain. "Rory, Rory, RORY! Are you listening?"
"Uh, yeah, Dean. A movie sounds great. But...I'm not feeling that good. I wasn't planning on going out."
"Oh, okay, so you're going to stay home with him instead of going to a movie with me? Rory, what's going on?" Rory could hear the jealousy in Dean's voice.
"No, Dean, that's not it. I have an idea. How about you come over. You can rent a movie and we'll watch it together. Okay? How's that sound?" Rory crossed her fingers, hoping he'd say no. She didn't want to see him until she understood what was going on.
"Okay, Ror. That sounds great. I'll be over in half and hour." Rory almost laughed. Half an hour. Dean really didn't want Tristan near her alone.
"Okay Dean. I'll see you then. I love you. Bye."
"I love you too." Click. Rory sighed. What was she going to do? She looked at her clock. 3:10. Her mother would be home with Monique soon. Maybe she'd know what to do.
Rory heard a knock on her door. "Rory, it's me. We have to talk about what happened downstairs. Rory, open up." Tristan's voice was gentle, but also a bit hurt. After she had taken her coffee, she had run upstairs in tears. Both times they had kissed she had run away crying. She owed him an explanation. But she didn't have one.
Getting up, Rory opened the door. "What do you want?" Rory asked the question as if she didn't already know.
Tristan looked at her desperately. "What happened down there? It wasn't just me. You liked it. You liked it as much as I did. Or at least almost as much because no one could like it as much as I did. You did like it, right?"
"Tristan you're rambling."
"Damnit Rory. You liked it as much as I did. You just won't admit it. Because you're scared. You're scared there's someone better for you than Dean. You're scared you like me too. Because I do like you."
Rory turned to him. "I'm scared? Tristan, what are we, we're not friends, we're not enemies, we're not... We should just be professional about our relationship. Strictly professional. That way there is no wondering. Okay?"
"Okay." Tristan sounded defeated, as if his world had come to an abrupt stop.
"Dean's coming in half an hour. We're watching a movie...You can watch it with us if you want. I don't know what mov-"
Rory was interrupted by a baby crying. Tristan sprinted down the stairs to see what was wrong with Christa. Rory followed him quietly. Tristan held Christa, rocking her back and forth, singing to her quietly. Rory smiled sadly. He was so good to them. If only...
Lorelai walked in the door, her face holding a terrible surprise. "Mom, mom, what's wrong? Where's Monique? Mom?"
Lorelai looked at her daughter and held up her hand. Walking into the living room, she gestured for Tristan and Rory to sit down. "I went to pick up Monique and the headmaster took me aside. She said, she said that Monique was gone." Lorelai started crying. Tristan's eyes widened. "They said a man, a man with a gun came in, that he took her. They said he said she knew too much. He said she couldn't keep her mouth shut. So they took her out at gunpoint."
Tristan and Rory had started to cry. They leaned on each other for support. "I shouldn't have left her. My parents must have hired someone. Oh, god. Rory, this isn't good. Oh, no."
"Shh, it isn't your fault. We couldn't have known. We'll find her. Don't worry."
The doorbell rang and Lorelai got up to answer it. "Oh, Dean, now's not a good time."
"I don't friggin care. She's my girlfriend. I'll come in if I want to." Dean stopped when he saw Rory hugging Tristan. "What the hell? What's going on? So he took my place, huh? Get your hands off my girlfriend!" Dean was screaming.
Rory looked up at him. "His sister was taken at gunpoint today. It's really not a good time."
Dean sneered. "What are you gonna do, lick his wounds? You are a slut. You put out for him but not for me. I wouldn't be surprised if you were pregnant with his bastard."
Rory glared at Dean. "You are such an asshole, Dean. I tell you Monique was taken at gunpoint and you call me a slut. We're over, Dean."
Lorelai looked at Dean with disgust written all over her face. "I know a good shrink in Hartford. I think she could help you with our jealousy and anger. Dean, you really do need help. I hope you see her."
Dean stomped out of the house.
Tristan collapsed on the couch. "I can't believe my parent's would do that. Hire someone to take my sister. At gunpoint! What's gonna happen next? She must be scared out of her mind. We have to find her, Rory. We have to."
Rory wrapped Tristan in her arms again. It was clear how important his sister was to him. "We'll find her, Tristan. If it's the last thing we do. We'll find her. I promise." Rory said this confidently, but that wasn't how she felt. 'What if I'm right? What if this is the last thing we do,' Rory thought to herself, tears slipping down her cheeks.
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - Indirect violence
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.
"Rory, what are you doing tonight? Why don't we go to the movies?" Rory only half listened as Dean talked to her over the phone. 'I kissed Tristan. What was I thinking?' Rory couldn't stop the thoughts overflowing her brain; it was like a dam burst somewhere in her brain. "Rory, Rory, RORY! Are you listening?"
"Uh, yeah, Dean. A movie sounds great. But...I'm not feeling that good. I wasn't planning on going out."
"Oh, okay, so you're going to stay home with him instead of going to a movie with me? Rory, what's going on?" Rory could hear the jealousy in Dean's voice.
"No, Dean, that's not it. I have an idea. How about you come over. You can rent a movie and we'll watch it together. Okay? How's that sound?" Rory crossed her fingers, hoping he'd say no. She didn't want to see him until she understood what was going on.
"Okay, Ror. That sounds great. I'll be over in half and hour." Rory almost laughed. Half an hour. Dean really didn't want Tristan near her alone.
"Okay Dean. I'll see you then. I love you. Bye."
"I love you too." Click. Rory sighed. What was she going to do? She looked at her clock. 3:10. Her mother would be home with Monique soon. Maybe she'd know what to do.
Rory heard a knock on her door. "Rory, it's me. We have to talk about what happened downstairs. Rory, open up." Tristan's voice was gentle, but also a bit hurt. After she had taken her coffee, she had run upstairs in tears. Both times they had kissed she had run away crying. She owed him an explanation. But she didn't have one.
Getting up, Rory opened the door. "What do you want?" Rory asked the question as if she didn't already know.
Tristan looked at her desperately. "What happened down there? It wasn't just me. You liked it. You liked it as much as I did. Or at least almost as much because no one could like it as much as I did. You did like it, right?"
"Tristan you're rambling."
"Damnit Rory. You liked it as much as I did. You just won't admit it. Because you're scared. You're scared there's someone better for you than Dean. You're scared you like me too. Because I do like you."
Rory turned to him. "I'm scared? Tristan, what are we, we're not friends, we're not enemies, we're not... We should just be professional about our relationship. Strictly professional. That way there is no wondering. Okay?"
"Okay." Tristan sounded defeated, as if his world had come to an abrupt stop.
"Dean's coming in half an hour. We're watching a movie...You can watch it with us if you want. I don't know what mov-"
Rory was interrupted by a baby crying. Tristan sprinted down the stairs to see what was wrong with Christa. Rory followed him quietly. Tristan held Christa, rocking her back and forth, singing to her quietly. Rory smiled sadly. He was so good to them. If only...
Lorelai walked in the door, her face holding a terrible surprise. "Mom, mom, what's wrong? Where's Monique? Mom?"
Lorelai looked at her daughter and held up her hand. Walking into the living room, she gestured for Tristan and Rory to sit down. "I went to pick up Monique and the headmaster took me aside. She said, she said that Monique was gone." Lorelai started crying. Tristan's eyes widened. "They said a man, a man with a gun came in, that he took her. They said he said she knew too much. He said she couldn't keep her mouth shut. So they took her out at gunpoint."
Tristan and Rory had started to cry. They leaned on each other for support. "I shouldn't have left her. My parents must have hired someone. Oh, god. Rory, this isn't good. Oh, no."
"Shh, it isn't your fault. We couldn't have known. We'll find her. Don't worry."
The doorbell rang and Lorelai got up to answer it. "Oh, Dean, now's not a good time."
"I don't friggin care. She's my girlfriend. I'll come in if I want to." Dean stopped when he saw Rory hugging Tristan. "What the hell? What's going on? So he took my place, huh? Get your hands off my girlfriend!" Dean was screaming.
Rory looked up at him. "His sister was taken at gunpoint today. It's really not a good time."
Dean sneered. "What are you gonna do, lick his wounds? You are a slut. You put out for him but not for me. I wouldn't be surprised if you were pregnant with his bastard."
Rory glared at Dean. "You are such an asshole, Dean. I tell you Monique was taken at gunpoint and you call me a slut. We're over, Dean."
Lorelai looked at Dean with disgust written all over her face. "I know a good shrink in Hartford. I think she could help you with our jealousy and anger. Dean, you really do need help. I hope you see her."
Dean stomped out of the house.
Tristan collapsed on the couch. "I can't believe my parent's would do that. Hire someone to take my sister. At gunpoint! What's gonna happen next? She must be scared out of her mind. We have to find her, Rory. We have to."
Rory wrapped Tristan in her arms again. It was clear how important his sister was to him. "We'll find her, Tristan. If it's the last thing we do. We'll find her. I promise." Rory said this confidently, but that wasn't how she felt. 'What if I'm right? What if this is the last thing we do,' Rory thought to herself, tears slipping down her cheeks.