Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - So far, nothing bad
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 quietly untangled herself from Tristan. After hours of crying, he had finally fallen asleep. Tiptoeing out to the kitchen, Rory sat down next to her mother. "Mom, I'm so lost. What are we going to do?"
Lorelai looked at her daughter, resigned. "Whatever we can. I called my parents. I figure they have the money to sponsor some kind of search."
Rory shook her head. "Not a good idea."
Lorelai looked at Rory. "Why not? We need all the help we can get."
Rory sighed. "Think about what Tristan said. He really thinks his parents are behind this. We don't want them to find out where Tristan is or that we may be on to them. They might panic and grab him or Joseph or Christa."
Lorelai nodded. "When he said that about his parents, my worst fears were confirmed. But what could a little girl know too much about? What could his parents be that desperate to hide?"
Rory thought back to what she had seen that morning in the bathroom. She knew to protect Tristan, she had to break his confidence. "Mom, come with me, but be quiet, okay? Don't say anything." Lorelai nodded and Rory led her into the living room, where Tristan was asleep on the couch. Walking silently to him, she pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to his shoulder. Holding his arm gently, she turned it a little so her bother could see the side. Lorelai's skin turned ghostly white.
The minute they left the living room, Lorelai ranted, "Those idiots beat their kids. Who does that? That's disgusting. Why don't they tell anyone? What kind of sick person does that? I could hit them right now. I'm sure they took her. They are such-"
"Mom, you aren't helping. And as for why Tristan doesn't tell, think about it. He'd be accusing Mr. and Mrs. DuGrey, two of the most respected people in Hartford, of abuse. Who would believe their delinquent son who got sent off to military school over them? But we have to do something. They hit Monique too. So what are they doing to her right now? I don't want to think about it. God, mom. What are we going to do?"
"Call the police." Lorelai picked up the phone and dialed the police. "Hello, my name is Lorelai Gilmore....uhuh....no.....well, my daughter's friend is hear, Tristan DuGrey....oh, you know of him....uhuh...really...anyways, we were startled by the news that his sister, Monique was kidnapped today...uhuh...yes...no...I know, it's horrible...it needs to be kind of low key...no...thank you...oh, and one more thing...could you keep this anonymous...no...I, well, it's just that the DuGrey's, uh, don't think much of me, so, I don't want them knowing I know...yes...thank you...I understand...could you call us if anything changes...thanks...bye."
Rory stared at her mother expectantly. "Well..."
Lorelai smiled. "They'll let us know what happens."
Rory threw her arms around her mother. "Thank you so much, Mom."
Lorelai grew serious. "I hope Tristan's okay."
Rory sighed. "Me too, Mom."
Tristan sat in the Gilmore's kitchen, talking to a police officer.
"When did you last see her?"
"Before I left for school."
"Does Monique have any enemies?"
Tristan shook his head. "She's eight years old. But..." Tristan debated whether he should tell the cops about his parents. It might be the only lead they had. "We ran away from our parents the other day because they beat us."
The cop frowned. "Do you have any proof of this?"
Tristan nodded. "Bruises."
"May I see?"
Tristan nodded again. He rolled up his sleeve, showing the bruise to the cop.
"Okay, Mr. DuGrey, do you know of anywhere Monique may be being held?"
"We have a place in Albany."
"Does this place have an address?"
Tristan wrote the address on a napkin. "Here."
"Thank you for your time, Mr. DuGrey."
"Anything for my sister."
"Rory, I just thought of something." Rory turned to see Tristan race down the stairs. "My parents would want Monique scared right now, right?" Rory nodded, not getting where this was going. "Well, we have this one house in Louisiana, and Monique hates it. The basement looks like something out of a haunted house. Monique won't go down there without me. It's the only area I know of that they'd take her to keep her quiet."
Rory turned to him. "Then what are we waiting for? Lets go."
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Mom-
-Tristan and I went away. Down South. Be back soon.
I love you, Rory
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Lorelai panicked. Dialing the first number that came into her head, she spoke. "Hey Luke, Rory's gone."
Tristan looked at Rory. For the last two hours, she had been staring intently at the road while she drove. "Rory, what did you tell your mom?"
"That we were going south."
Tristan stared at her incredulously. "Are you serious? She's our only backup. If something happens..."
Rory was quiet for a moment. "I don't want y mom walking into danger."
Tristan shook his head. "But you will?
Rory looked at him. "For you? For my best friend at Chilton? For my only friend at Chilton? Yes. I'd do anything."
The car was stopped at a red light so Tristan leaned over and pulled Rory into a hug. "Thank you, Ror."
Rory smiled wryly. "I guess my crazy pregnant hormones are kicking in." And then, "Do I look fat now, Tris?"
Tristan played along. "No, honey, I can't tell that you gained, what, forty pounds. The only place it went is your hips. And a little to your legs. But not a lot. Just enough to give you cellulite. But you still look beautiful."
Rory smiled at him oddly. "Do you really think so?"
"What?"
"That I have cellulite?"
Tristan shook his head vigorously. "No, Ror, I was just joking. I-"
Rory nodded. "Because I don't, you know." She lifted her leg onto her seat. Pulling her pants up to her knee, she said, "See, no cellulite and no, fat, pregnant lady ankles."
Tristan stared at her legs eagerly. He decided to push it. "What about your thighs?"
Rory rolled her eyes. "What am I going to do with you? I try to distract you and you get all horny."
Tristan grinned. "And you wouldn't want me any other way."
Rory blushed. "Actually, I just wouldn't want you."
"But you do."
Rory turned to him in surprise. "What?"
"You want me Rory. I know you feel it. When you asked for a 'strictly professional' relationship, I felt both our hearts break." Tristan looked at her.
Rory shook her head. "I don't want you, Tristan."
"Prove it."
"How do I do that?"
"Kiss me."
Rory groaned. "Tristan, how does that prove-"
Tristan smiled. "If you can talk without a shake in your voice after, that means you're unaffected. If you can't..."
Rory grabbed the front of Tristan's shirt and pulled him to her. Her lips found his and they kissed deeply for a moment. Rory pulled away. "Tristan, I have absolutely no feelings for you whatsoever," Rory said softly, slowly, to keep her voice from shaking. He had won. But he didn't know it. And Rory vowed he never would. He was still the same player.
Tristan frowned. "You really don't have feelings for me?"
Rory smiled. "Strictly...platonic."
Tristan sighed. "Where are we now?"
"Delaware."
"Oh."
From that point, the ride progressed in silence. As they entered Baton Rouge, Tristan forced himself to look at Rory. "We have to be careful." He directed her to his family's house. Getting out of the car, they hesitantly walked to the door. Even more hesitantly, Tristan unlocked the door.
"Tris, this house is-"
"We've been expecting you." The words were like those from a horror film, the owner of them also. The man was huge, and he held a pistol and a knife. Rory looked at Tristan, her eyes huge with fear, and he stepped in front of her, as if to protect her. The man grabbed the two teenagers, dragging them down a flight of stairs. At the bottom, he pushed them into a room and locked the door.
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - So far, nothing bad
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 quietly untangled herself from Tristan. After hours of crying, he had finally fallen asleep. Tiptoeing out to the kitchen, Rory sat down next to her mother. "Mom, I'm so lost. What are we going to do?"
Lorelai looked at her daughter, resigned. "Whatever we can. I called my parents. I figure they have the money to sponsor some kind of search."
Rory shook her head. "Not a good idea."
Lorelai looked at Rory. "Why not? We need all the help we can get."
Rory sighed. "Think about what Tristan said. He really thinks his parents are behind this. We don't want them to find out where Tristan is or that we may be on to them. They might panic and grab him or Joseph or Christa."
Lorelai nodded. "When he said that about his parents, my worst fears were confirmed. But what could a little girl know too much about? What could his parents be that desperate to hide?"
Rory thought back to what she had seen that morning in the bathroom. She knew to protect Tristan, she had to break his confidence. "Mom, come with me, but be quiet, okay? Don't say anything." Lorelai nodded and Rory led her into the living room, where Tristan was asleep on the couch. Walking silently to him, she pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to his shoulder. Holding his arm gently, she turned it a little so her bother could see the side. Lorelai's skin turned ghostly white.
The minute they left the living room, Lorelai ranted, "Those idiots beat their kids. Who does that? That's disgusting. Why don't they tell anyone? What kind of sick person does that? I could hit them right now. I'm sure they took her. They are such-"
"Mom, you aren't helping. And as for why Tristan doesn't tell, think about it. He'd be accusing Mr. and Mrs. DuGrey, two of the most respected people in Hartford, of abuse. Who would believe their delinquent son who got sent off to military school over them? But we have to do something. They hit Monique too. So what are they doing to her right now? I don't want to think about it. God, mom. What are we going to do?"
"Call the police." Lorelai picked up the phone and dialed the police. "Hello, my name is Lorelai Gilmore....uhuh....no.....well, my daughter's friend is hear, Tristan DuGrey....oh, you know of him....uhuh...really...anyways, we were startled by the news that his sister, Monique was kidnapped today...uhuh...yes...no...I know, it's horrible...it needs to be kind of low key...no...thank you...oh, and one more thing...could you keep this anonymous...no...I, well, it's just that the DuGrey's, uh, don't think much of me, so, I don't want them knowing I know...yes...thank you...I understand...could you call us if anything changes...thanks...bye."
Rory stared at her mother expectantly. "Well..."
Lorelai smiled. "They'll let us know what happens."
Rory threw her arms around her mother. "Thank you so much, Mom."
Lorelai grew serious. "I hope Tristan's okay."
Rory sighed. "Me too, Mom."
Tristan sat in the Gilmore's kitchen, talking to a police officer.
"When did you last see her?"
"Before I left for school."
"Does Monique have any enemies?"
Tristan shook his head. "She's eight years old. But..." Tristan debated whether he should tell the cops about his parents. It might be the only lead they had. "We ran away from our parents the other day because they beat us."
The cop frowned. "Do you have any proof of this?"
Tristan nodded. "Bruises."
"May I see?"
Tristan nodded again. He rolled up his sleeve, showing the bruise to the cop.
"Okay, Mr. DuGrey, do you know of anywhere Monique may be being held?"
"We have a place in Albany."
"Does this place have an address?"
Tristan wrote the address on a napkin. "Here."
"Thank you for your time, Mr. DuGrey."
"Anything for my sister."
"Rory, I just thought of something." Rory turned to see Tristan race down the stairs. "My parents would want Monique scared right now, right?" Rory nodded, not getting where this was going. "Well, we have this one house in Louisiana, and Monique hates it. The basement looks like something out of a haunted house. Monique won't go down there without me. It's the only area I know of that they'd take her to keep her quiet."
Rory turned to him. "Then what are we waiting for? Lets go."
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Mom-
-Tristan and I went away. Down South. Be back soon.
I love you, Rory
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Lorelai panicked. Dialing the first number that came into her head, she spoke. "Hey Luke, Rory's gone."
Tristan looked at Rory. For the last two hours, she had been staring intently at the road while she drove. "Rory, what did you tell your mom?"
"That we were going south."
Tristan stared at her incredulously. "Are you serious? She's our only backup. If something happens..."
Rory was quiet for a moment. "I don't want y mom walking into danger."
Tristan shook his head. "But you will?
Rory looked at him. "For you? For my best friend at Chilton? For my only friend at Chilton? Yes. I'd do anything."
The car was stopped at a red light so Tristan leaned over and pulled Rory into a hug. "Thank you, Ror."
Rory smiled wryly. "I guess my crazy pregnant hormones are kicking in." And then, "Do I look fat now, Tris?"
Tristan played along. "No, honey, I can't tell that you gained, what, forty pounds. The only place it went is your hips. And a little to your legs. But not a lot. Just enough to give you cellulite. But you still look beautiful."
Rory smiled at him oddly. "Do you really think so?"
"What?"
"That I have cellulite?"
Tristan shook his head vigorously. "No, Ror, I was just joking. I-"
Rory nodded. "Because I don't, you know." She lifted her leg onto her seat. Pulling her pants up to her knee, she said, "See, no cellulite and no, fat, pregnant lady ankles."
Tristan stared at her legs eagerly. He decided to push it. "What about your thighs?"
Rory rolled her eyes. "What am I going to do with you? I try to distract you and you get all horny."
Tristan grinned. "And you wouldn't want me any other way."
Rory blushed. "Actually, I just wouldn't want you."
"But you do."
Rory turned to him in surprise. "What?"
"You want me Rory. I know you feel it. When you asked for a 'strictly professional' relationship, I felt both our hearts break." Tristan looked at her.
Rory shook her head. "I don't want you, Tristan."
"Prove it."
"How do I do that?"
"Kiss me."
Rory groaned. "Tristan, how does that prove-"
Tristan smiled. "If you can talk without a shake in your voice after, that means you're unaffected. If you can't..."
Rory grabbed the front of Tristan's shirt and pulled him to her. Her lips found his and they kissed deeply for a moment. Rory pulled away. "Tristan, I have absolutely no feelings for you whatsoever," Rory said softly, slowly, to keep her voice from shaking. He had won. But he didn't know it. And Rory vowed he never would. He was still the same player.
Tristan frowned. "You really don't have feelings for me?"
Rory smiled. "Strictly...platonic."
Tristan sighed. "Where are we now?"
"Delaware."
"Oh."
From that point, the ride progressed in silence. As they entered Baton Rouge, Tristan forced himself to look at Rory. "We have to be careful." He directed her to his family's house. Getting out of the car, they hesitantly walked to the door. Even more hesitantly, Tristan unlocked the door.
"Tris, this house is-"
"We've been expecting you." The words were like those from a horror film, the owner of them also. The man was huge, and he held a pistol and a knife. Rory looked at Tristan, her eyes huge with fear, and he stepped in front of her, as if to protect her. The man grabbed the two teenagers, dragging them down a flight of stairs. At the bottom, he pushed them into a room and locked the door.