Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - a kiss
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. And chica- I'm sorry about that review. Let's just say I was having a bad day. I reread that review and I think the comment was directed more at Maura than you. I really am sorry.
Rory liked it here. Here was a land where no one could hurt her, where nothing affected her. It was pretty. She drifted above this land, looking down on it. There was a waterfall hitting the sun just right. A beautiful rainbow reflected from the rushing water. The grass was green and the animals were friendly. It was peaceful. For once, Rory had no stress. Nothing to worry about. But something felt weird, different. Like something was trying to interfere with her world. She listened. A voice drifted through the air, calling to her. She couldn't understand the words, but she like the voice. She listened again.
"Ror, wake up. Please, Rory. Wake up." Tristan looked down at the girl in his lap, his eyes clouded with worry. Her skin was so pale, the dried blood on the side of her face startling in comparison. He heard her sigh and watched as she slowly reentered the conscious world.
Rory moaned, opening her eyes slowly, the other world instantly forgotten. She gazed into the worried blue eyes directly overhead. As the face came into focus, she smiled slightly. "Tris."
Tristan looked down at Rory, relieved her eyes were open and focused. "Ror, how are you feeling? You've been out for a while," he whispered, not wanting to be a source of her pain.
Rory looked at him shyly. "You were here for me?"
Tristan smiled back at her. "Yes, I was."
Rory pondered this for a moment. "Who would of thought? Who would have thought a year ago that his would happen? That we'd be here together? That you'd be there for me when I needed you? That I could spend one moment with you not wanting to murder you. Tristan, a week ago we were...nothing. Now, you're one of my best friends." Tristan laughed. Rory started to laugh too- the irony was just too much. As she started to laugh, she noticed her throat hurt. "Ugh, I need something to drink. My throat is so dry."
Tristan paused, pondering for a moment. "I may be able to help you with that one."
Rory frowned. "How?"
Tristan grinned. "Well, you probably know I throw the best parties. And that I'm an expert at hiding things. But, I don't know."
"What?"
Tristan walked to the opposite side of the room, opening a chest in the corner. Prying the false bottom off, he reached in. A moment later, he sat back down next to Rory, holding wine.
Rory would have laughed if her head didn't hurt so much. "Figures."
Tristan frowned. "What?"
"You'd have wine."
"Well, are you going to drink some?"
Rory frowned. "I don't drink. Never have, never will."
Tristan sighed, as if Rory was a little child. "What choice do you have? You need liquid to survive and we're going to be locked up here for God knows how long."
Rory contemplated this. Finally, she said, "Yeah, I guess I'll have a little." She went to reach for it, but upon moving, she felt a pain tear through her body. She looked at Tristan.
He snickered. "I always wanted to be giving you wine but not like this." Rory rolled her eyes. Tristan popped the cork and slowly brought the bottle to Rory's lips. She stared up at him as he held the bottle, her gaze so intense his hands started to shake.
Rory watched Tristan closely, surprised by how strong her effect on him was. Her thoughts were jumbled, and the pain in her head was increasing, but one thing was clear. "Do it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tristan looked at her in surprise. "Do what?"
Rory looked directly in his eyes, reading his emotions. "Go ahead. Kiss me."
Tristan froze. "Rory, you're delusional. You would never want me to do-"
"Do it. I do want you to. Ever since that kiss- the one before we came here. Tris, I lied. You affect me in a way Dean never did. Please kiss me."
Tristan pondered her request. He knew she didn't mean it, but this was Rory. Rory. If he never got the chance again, he knew he'd never forgive himself. Slowly, he leaned down, cradling her injured head in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, sweet, caring, the best kiss Tristan had ever experienced. It was bittersweet for him, because it was everything Tristan knew would never happen. Reality crashed into him. He could never have Rory. He didn't deserve her. She was perfect, innocent, angelic. He was...not. Tristan pulled back quickly. Avoiding Rory's gaze, he stood up and backed away. He felt like a snake, preying on some innocent, little mouse. He shook his head. Not a mouse. A butterfly. A beautiful, unattainable butterfly. And that's what Rory was to him- unattainable. Tristan sighed. It was time he stopped torturing himself and admitted it. He watched as Rory once again left the concious world.
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - a kiss
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. And chica- I'm sorry about that review. Let's just say I was having a bad day. I reread that review and I think the comment was directed more at Maura than you. I really am sorry.
Rory liked it here. Here was a land where no one could hurt her, where nothing affected her. It was pretty. She drifted above this land, looking down on it. There was a waterfall hitting the sun just right. A beautiful rainbow reflected from the rushing water. The grass was green and the animals were friendly. It was peaceful. For once, Rory had no stress. Nothing to worry about. But something felt weird, different. Like something was trying to interfere with her world. She listened. A voice drifted through the air, calling to her. She couldn't understand the words, but she like the voice. She listened again.
"Ror, wake up. Please, Rory. Wake up." Tristan looked down at the girl in his lap, his eyes clouded with worry. Her skin was so pale, the dried blood on the side of her face startling in comparison. He heard her sigh and watched as she slowly reentered the conscious world.
Rory moaned, opening her eyes slowly, the other world instantly forgotten. She gazed into the worried blue eyes directly overhead. As the face came into focus, she smiled slightly. "Tris."
Tristan looked down at Rory, relieved her eyes were open and focused. "Ror, how are you feeling? You've been out for a while," he whispered, not wanting to be a source of her pain.
Rory looked at him shyly. "You were here for me?"
Tristan smiled back at her. "Yes, I was."
Rory pondered this for a moment. "Who would of thought? Who would have thought a year ago that his would happen? That we'd be here together? That you'd be there for me when I needed you? That I could spend one moment with you not wanting to murder you. Tristan, a week ago we were...nothing. Now, you're one of my best friends." Tristan laughed. Rory started to laugh too- the irony was just too much. As she started to laugh, she noticed her throat hurt. "Ugh, I need something to drink. My throat is so dry."
Tristan paused, pondering for a moment. "I may be able to help you with that one."
Rory frowned. "How?"
Tristan grinned. "Well, you probably know I throw the best parties. And that I'm an expert at hiding things. But, I don't know."
"What?"
Tristan walked to the opposite side of the room, opening a chest in the corner. Prying the false bottom off, he reached in. A moment later, he sat back down next to Rory, holding wine.
Rory would have laughed if her head didn't hurt so much. "Figures."
Tristan frowned. "What?"
"You'd have wine."
"Well, are you going to drink some?"
Rory frowned. "I don't drink. Never have, never will."
Tristan sighed, as if Rory was a little child. "What choice do you have? You need liquid to survive and we're going to be locked up here for God knows how long."
Rory contemplated this. Finally, she said, "Yeah, I guess I'll have a little." She went to reach for it, but upon moving, she felt a pain tear through her body. She looked at Tristan.
He snickered. "I always wanted to be giving you wine but not like this." Rory rolled her eyes. Tristan popped the cork and slowly brought the bottle to Rory's lips. She stared up at him as he held the bottle, her gaze so intense his hands started to shake.
Rory watched Tristan closely, surprised by how strong her effect on him was. Her thoughts were jumbled, and the pain in her head was increasing, but one thing was clear. "Do it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tristan looked at her in surprise. "Do what?"
Rory looked directly in his eyes, reading his emotions. "Go ahead. Kiss me."
Tristan froze. "Rory, you're delusional. You would never want me to do-"
"Do it. I do want you to. Ever since that kiss- the one before we came here. Tris, I lied. You affect me in a way Dean never did. Please kiss me."
Tristan pondered her request. He knew she didn't mean it, but this was Rory. Rory. If he never got the chance again, he knew he'd never forgive himself. Slowly, he leaned down, cradling her injured head in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, sweet, caring, the best kiss Tristan had ever experienced. It was bittersweet for him, because it was everything Tristan knew would never happen. Reality crashed into him. He could never have Rory. He didn't deserve her. She was perfect, innocent, angelic. He was...not. Tristan pulled back quickly. Avoiding Rory's gaze, he stood up and backed away. He felt like a snake, preying on some innocent, little mouse. He shook his head. Not a mouse. A butterfly. A beautiful, unattainable butterfly. And that's what Rory was to him- unattainable. Tristan sighed. It was time he stopped torturing himself and admitted it. He watched as Rory once again left the concious world.