Author: archangel
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - violence, maybe 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. And I know this chapter is rushed. But I just got sick of the kidnapping. And if that wasn't a major hint… Enjoy.
Tristan sat against the wall in the far corner of the dungeon, frowning. Rory was in trouble. He knew it. She had been drifting in and out of consciousness for the last few hours. He had already tried to find every exit for this room but there were none. Which meant he had to count on the vague note Rory had left her mother. Monique was asleep, finally. She had cried for hours, asking Tristan questions he couldn't answer. If Lorelai didn't find them, they may never escape.
Lorelai sat on her couch with Luke, looking over the note Rory had given them. "South, what the hell? Almost everything is south of Connecticut. Where could they be? Luke, my baby could be hurt, or sick, or worse."
Luke scowled. "Lorelai, for the tenth time, call the boy's parents. They may know more than we do."
Lorelai shook her head. "They could be in on it."
"And if they aren't, you're wasting time that could be spent helping Rory. You have to call them."
Lorelai nodded in defeat. "Fine." She stood up and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed a number and a phone in the house started ringing. She dropped the cell phone and searched through magazines and papers for her phone. Luke watched in amazement. Lorelai finally found the phone and grabbed it. She dialed the DuGrey's number, which she had found hours before in the Chilton handbook. "Hello, my name is Lorelai Gilmore. You probably don't- …uh, yeah…uh huh… really…I didn't know…yes, they were with us… kinda, um, kidnapped…along with my daughter, Rory…my only clue is down south. Would you happen to have a house down south?… Jacksonville, Orlando, Miami, uh, lets stay in the US, Houston, Baton Rouge, hmm… maybe, wow, you have a lot of houses…yes…where is the one in Baton Rouge…call it a mother's instinct…thanks. I'll call you soon." Lorelai hung up, making a face. "God, they are snotty."
Luke leaned forward. "So…"
Lorelai grinned. "Ready for a trip to Louisiana?"
Twenty four hours later, Luke frowned, discreetly grabbing the map he had stashed in his pocket. He looked at it, pinpointing their location. "Brownfield. We're about an hour away. I'm calling the cops now." Luke watched as Lorelai nodded, and he slid deeper into the passenger seat. They had taken turns driving, twelve hours each, and now they were almost there. Luke's lips tightened. What was in store for them?
Tristan froze. Had he just heard a noise. "Shh," he whispered to Monique. Monique instantly grew quiet, looking up at her big brother with wide eyes. He heard two bangs and his stomach flipped. Would they all die today? Then, he heard the noise he had been hoping to hear for days. A door being pushed. He stood up slowly, drawing Monique behind him. "Hello," he called tentatively.
"Sir, listen to me. Move away from the door. We are police. We are going to break this door down. Tristan moved towards Rory, who was on the opposite side of the room. He heard something being thrown across the door, and then…light.
He looked out the door eagerly. "Ah, the land of the living." Two cops stepped into the room. Seeing Rory's unconscious form, they nodded to her, asking Tristan if she was okay. "I think she has a bad concussion." The cops nodded, slowly picking her up. Tristan picked up Monique and carried her out of the room after Rory. He looked at the people in handcuffs. And froze. "Melody."
His sister smiled crazily at him. "Where's my daughter, Tristan? I want her. They say I'm crazy. But I'm not. I don't want them hurting her. You understand. I had to do this. I didn't want to hurt you. I love you guys. But my baby…"
The police officer nearest to her looked at Tristan. "Melody will be tested for Post-partum depression and schizophrenia. We are sorry for the pain she caused you. Her fiancé, a John Rivers, and their friend, Michael Hopkins, have also been arrested in this case. We are sorry for this."
Tristan nodded, dazed. "That's my sister." He walked over to her. Kneeling in front of her, he took her hands in his. "Mel, it will be okay. I forgive you. And don't worry. We'll find out what's wrong with you. I promise. And I'll be there for you." He gave her a wry smile. "Just, next time, call before you kidnap. K?"
Lorelai watched the exchange, smiling. This was the kind of boy she wanted for Rory. With everything he had been through, he still loved these people- his family. She smiled. Maybe everything would be okay after all. She could only hope. She was surprised when Tristan leaned over and hugged his sister. What a perfect boy. 'Rory, this one's a keeper,' she thought before turning away.
E-mail: archangel50210@msn.com mailto:archangel50210@msn.com
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Trory
CONTENT - violence, maybe 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. And I know this chapter is rushed. But I just got sick of the kidnapping. And if that wasn't a major hint… Enjoy.
Tristan sat against the wall in the far corner of the dungeon, frowning. Rory was in trouble. He knew it. She had been drifting in and out of consciousness for the last few hours. He had already tried to find every exit for this room but there were none. Which meant he had to count on the vague note Rory had left her mother. Monique was asleep, finally. She had cried for hours, asking Tristan questions he couldn't answer. If Lorelai didn't find them, they may never escape.
Lorelai sat on her couch with Luke, looking over the note Rory had given them. "South, what the hell? Almost everything is south of Connecticut. Where could they be? Luke, my baby could be hurt, or sick, or worse."
Luke scowled. "Lorelai, for the tenth time, call the boy's parents. They may know more than we do."
Lorelai shook her head. "They could be in on it."
"And if they aren't, you're wasting time that could be spent helping Rory. You have to call them."
Lorelai nodded in defeat. "Fine." She stood up and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed a number and a phone in the house started ringing. She dropped the cell phone and searched through magazines and papers for her phone. Luke watched in amazement. Lorelai finally found the phone and grabbed it. She dialed the DuGrey's number, which she had found hours before in the Chilton handbook. "Hello, my name is Lorelai Gilmore. You probably don't- …uh, yeah…uh huh… really…I didn't know…yes, they were with us… kinda, um, kidnapped…along with my daughter, Rory…my only clue is down south. Would you happen to have a house down south?… Jacksonville, Orlando, Miami, uh, lets stay in the US, Houston, Baton Rouge, hmm… maybe, wow, you have a lot of houses…yes…where is the one in Baton Rouge…call it a mother's instinct…thanks. I'll call you soon." Lorelai hung up, making a face. "God, they are snotty."
Luke leaned forward. "So…"
Lorelai grinned. "Ready for a trip to Louisiana?"
Twenty four hours later, Luke frowned, discreetly grabbing the map he had stashed in his pocket. He looked at it, pinpointing their location. "Brownfield. We're about an hour away. I'm calling the cops now." Luke watched as Lorelai nodded, and he slid deeper into the passenger seat. They had taken turns driving, twelve hours each, and now they were almost there. Luke's lips tightened. What was in store for them?
Tristan froze. Had he just heard a noise. "Shh," he whispered to Monique. Monique instantly grew quiet, looking up at her big brother with wide eyes. He heard two bangs and his stomach flipped. Would they all die today? Then, he heard the noise he had been hoping to hear for days. A door being pushed. He stood up slowly, drawing Monique behind him. "Hello," he called tentatively.
"Sir, listen to me. Move away from the door. We are police. We are going to break this door down. Tristan moved towards Rory, who was on the opposite side of the room. He heard something being thrown across the door, and then…light.
He looked out the door eagerly. "Ah, the land of the living." Two cops stepped into the room. Seeing Rory's unconscious form, they nodded to her, asking Tristan if she was okay. "I think she has a bad concussion." The cops nodded, slowly picking her up. Tristan picked up Monique and carried her out of the room after Rory. He looked at the people in handcuffs. And froze. "Melody."
His sister smiled crazily at him. "Where's my daughter, Tristan? I want her. They say I'm crazy. But I'm not. I don't want them hurting her. You understand. I had to do this. I didn't want to hurt you. I love you guys. But my baby…"
The police officer nearest to her looked at Tristan. "Melody will be tested for Post-partum depression and schizophrenia. We are sorry for the pain she caused you. Her fiancé, a John Rivers, and their friend, Michael Hopkins, have also been arrested in this case. We are sorry for this."
Tristan nodded, dazed. "That's my sister." He walked over to her. Kneeling in front of her, he took her hands in his. "Mel, it will be okay. I forgive you. And don't worry. We'll find out what's wrong with you. I promise. And I'll be there for you." He gave her a wry smile. "Just, next time, call before you kidnap. K?"
Lorelai watched the exchange, smiling. This was the kind of boy she wanted for Rory. With everything he had been through, he still loved these people- his family. She smiled. Maybe everything would be okay after all. She could only hope. She was surprised when Tristan leaned over and hugged his sister. What a perfect boy. 'Rory, this one's a keeper,' she thought before turning away.