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"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 03
Tristan slammed his locker shut, and seemingly pulled but an unseen force, his eyes gravitated to a locker across the hall from his. Rory's locker. He hadn't gotten around to getting to Stars Hollow this past weekend as he said he would, his father had forced him to attend some random social function and prance around as if he were only another possession. In reality, he probably was. A relatively good student, popular, handsome, he was just the thing to enhance the DuGrey name. Sighing to himself, Tristan pulled off his Chilton coat and headed out to the parking lot. After putting on another facade and fooling around with some friends for a while, he finally made his way to his car, the latest materialistic gift from his parents. Sliding into the drivers seat, his forehead became one with the steering wheel and an unintended honk echoed through the empty lot. The sound made him jump and he snapped his head back up. He didn't want to go home, didn't want to go to the country club, didn't want to pretend any more. The stack of papers and books on the seat beside him actually made him smile. Not because homework made him happy, but it gave him an excuse to go check on Rory. If she would even see him. He frowned at that thought, he had treated her so horribly in the past it wouldn't surprise him. But then again maybe miracles did happen and would take place that afternoon. Finally, he decided the worse that could happen is that he made the trip out there for nothing and sped out of the parking lot.
*****
Lorelai was on manhunt for the ever-missing telephone when the doorbell rang. Giving up her raid for the time being, she rushed to the door, surprised to see an unfamiliar young man dressed in a Chilton uniform standing in front of her. "Uh, hi? Can i help you?"
The young man ran a hand through his slightly disheveled blond hair and smiled at her. "I'm looking for Rory. She does live here, right?"
Lorelai nodded, confused. "This is castle Gilmore and I am Queen Lorelai, yes. Who might you be my pretty?"
Tristan stared at her wide eyed, not quite sure what to make of this peculiar woman in front of him. "Tristan DuGrey, ma'am."
Lorelai's eyes widened, Evil Tristan was here, looking for Rory? The world must be coming to an end. "As in 'I decided to be an asshole and terrorize Rory by calling her Mary' Tristan?"
Tristan smirked slightly. So Rory did think of him outside of school. And spoke of him too. "Yeah, that would be me."
Lorelai crossed her arms and glared at him. "You aren't here to cause her more grief are you? She doesn't need it right now."
Tristan paled a little. "No, I just wanted to see how she is. I noticed she hasn't been in school and that just doesn't seem like Rory and I got worried and then I heard some people saying she was leaving Chilton and I wanted to find out what was really going on because you can never believe what the gossipers say and...."
Lorelai put her hand up to stop him. "Whoa, slow down there speedy."
Tristan grinned sheepishly, "Sorry. Is she here? Can i see her?"
Something in his eyes told Lorelai to trust him and let him in and so she nodded, even if was a bit hesitantly. "She's here.. I assume you don't know what happened?"
Shaking his head as he stepped into the foyer of the Gilmore home, he glanced back at Lorelai. "What happened?"
Sighing, Lorelai led him to the living room and they sat down. "I don't know if I should be telling you this, and I promise you if this gets out into the country club gossipers I will personally skin you alive and then bathe in your blood, so don't make me regret it."
Tristan nodded, fear stabbing his heart hard. "I promise, I wont tell a soul."
Lorelai lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned in closer. "Rory attended the Peterson's party last weekend, on request by my parents.. they set her up on a date with a young man by the name of Dan Lindey, do you know him?" She asked. At the positive nod of his head, she continued. "She didn't want to go, but she wanted to please her grandparents so she agreed. On the way home from the party," Lorelai stopped, the lump in her throat making it hard to say the words. Choking back a sob that threatened to escape her, she turned her eyes to the man sitting next to her, his face blanching whiter every second that passed. Just in those few seconds Lorelai suddenly got the feeling that she was going to be seeing a lot more of Tristan in the coming weeks. "On the way home, he pulled off to an abandoned building and tried to force himself on her. Luckily a passerby heard her screaming and stopped him before anything further then that happened."
Tristan gulped, his throat dry, the world spinning. Rory had been attacked.... by a guy he had once called a friend no less. "Is she okay?" he whispered.
"No. She wont talk to anyone, she just lays there in her room." Lorelai said, her voice cracking.
"I know Rory and I haven't been the best of friends or on the best of terms, but can I try?" Tristan asked hoarsely.
Lorelai looked up at him, surprised by the genuine passion and.... love? that radiated from him. Could it be.... oh yes, there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. Perhaps he would be good for her and hell, it couldn't hurt and was worth possibly getting her daughter to start living again. "Of course. Her rooms right through there," she conceded, pointing towards the kitchen.
Tristan flashed her his trademark smile and sauntered off in the direction she had directed. Coming into the kitchen, he stopped in the doorway of Rory's room. Her back was to him, but he could sense that she was living in her own personal hell. He personally understood that all to well. Maybe not under the same circumstances, but in his own way, he knew. "Rory?"
Rory tensed when she heard the familiar, yet unfamiliar male voice utter her name. Counting to ten, she turned, her jaw dropped when she saw Tristan standing right outside her door. "Tristan?" She said almost inaudibly.
Tristan smiled warmly, something she had never seen. Gone was the egotistical smirk he usually gave her. "Can I come in?"
Rory nodded numbly, her heart beating so hard she thought it might pop out of her chest. "What are you doing here?"
Tristan's eyes shifted to any point that wasn't Rory's face. "I was worried when you weren't in school. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Rory's face reflected the shock she felt. Tristan was worried about her? "I, uh, I dont know what to say. Out of all the people at Chilton, you're the one I least expected to come see how I'm doing. Except maybe Paris."
Tristan's face clouded over at the slight reminder of their non-existant friendship. "Yeah, well I wanted to talk to you about that. I'm sorry for everything, I was a jerk and you didn't deserve it. So, Im sorry."
Upon hearing this, Rory's troubled mind pushed everything that had taken place the past week and offered him a weak smile. "Forgiven. But if you call me Mary once, you're back on my hit list."
Tristan beamed happily and sat down on the chair next to her, "So, Rory...."
*****
Lorelai stood just out of sight, listening to the conversation taking place in her daughters room. Yes, it was a good thing she told Tristan, Rory was talking again for the first time since she recounted what happened to her to the police. And she smiled in spite of herself. This was the beginning of a wonderful friendship for them.
Some of you might be wondering where the hell Dean is in all of this. His girlfriend was nearly raped afterall, so where is he? Don't worry, he'll be putting in an appearance very very soon. And the result just might be disasterous. ;) *smirks*
~*~Shay~*~
Feedback : love me, love me or hate me, hate me, give me something to go on here
Thanks : to everyone who's reviewed so far, I appreciate it.
Rating : PG-13 for language and possible content further into the story.
Chapter 03
Tristan slammed his locker shut, and seemingly pulled but an unseen force, his eyes gravitated to a locker across the hall from his. Rory's locker. He hadn't gotten around to getting to Stars Hollow this past weekend as he said he would, his father had forced him to attend some random social function and prance around as if he were only another possession. In reality, he probably was. A relatively good student, popular, handsome, he was just the thing to enhance the DuGrey name. Sighing to himself, Tristan pulled off his Chilton coat and headed out to the parking lot. After putting on another facade and fooling around with some friends for a while, he finally made his way to his car, the latest materialistic gift from his parents. Sliding into the drivers seat, his forehead became one with the steering wheel and an unintended honk echoed through the empty lot. The sound made him jump and he snapped his head back up. He didn't want to go home, didn't want to go to the country club, didn't want to pretend any more. The stack of papers and books on the seat beside him actually made him smile. Not because homework made him happy, but it gave him an excuse to go check on Rory. If she would even see him. He frowned at that thought, he had treated her so horribly in the past it wouldn't surprise him. But then again maybe miracles did happen and would take place that afternoon. Finally, he decided the worse that could happen is that he made the trip out there for nothing and sped out of the parking lot.
*****
Lorelai was on manhunt for the ever-missing telephone when the doorbell rang. Giving up her raid for the time being, she rushed to the door, surprised to see an unfamiliar young man dressed in a Chilton uniform standing in front of her. "Uh, hi? Can i help you?"
The young man ran a hand through his slightly disheveled blond hair and smiled at her. "I'm looking for Rory. She does live here, right?"
Lorelai nodded, confused. "This is castle Gilmore and I am Queen Lorelai, yes. Who might you be my pretty?"
Tristan stared at her wide eyed, not quite sure what to make of this peculiar woman in front of him. "Tristan DuGrey, ma'am."
Lorelai's eyes widened, Evil Tristan was here, looking for Rory? The world must be coming to an end. "As in 'I decided to be an asshole and terrorize Rory by calling her Mary' Tristan?"
Tristan smirked slightly. So Rory did think of him outside of school. And spoke of him too. "Yeah, that would be me."
Lorelai crossed her arms and glared at him. "You aren't here to cause her more grief are you? She doesn't need it right now."
Tristan paled a little. "No, I just wanted to see how she is. I noticed she hasn't been in school and that just doesn't seem like Rory and I got worried and then I heard some people saying she was leaving Chilton and I wanted to find out what was really going on because you can never believe what the gossipers say and...."
Lorelai put her hand up to stop him. "Whoa, slow down there speedy."
Tristan grinned sheepishly, "Sorry. Is she here? Can i see her?"
Something in his eyes told Lorelai to trust him and let him in and so she nodded, even if was a bit hesitantly. "She's here.. I assume you don't know what happened?"
Shaking his head as he stepped into the foyer of the Gilmore home, he glanced back at Lorelai. "What happened?"
Sighing, Lorelai led him to the living room and they sat down. "I don't know if I should be telling you this, and I promise you if this gets out into the country club gossipers I will personally skin you alive and then bathe in your blood, so don't make me regret it."
Tristan nodded, fear stabbing his heart hard. "I promise, I wont tell a soul."
Lorelai lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned in closer. "Rory attended the Peterson's party last weekend, on request by my parents.. they set her up on a date with a young man by the name of Dan Lindey, do you know him?" She asked. At the positive nod of his head, she continued. "She didn't want to go, but she wanted to please her grandparents so she agreed. On the way home from the party," Lorelai stopped, the lump in her throat making it hard to say the words. Choking back a sob that threatened to escape her, she turned her eyes to the man sitting next to her, his face blanching whiter every second that passed. Just in those few seconds Lorelai suddenly got the feeling that she was going to be seeing a lot more of Tristan in the coming weeks. "On the way home, he pulled off to an abandoned building and tried to force himself on her. Luckily a passerby heard her screaming and stopped him before anything further then that happened."
Tristan gulped, his throat dry, the world spinning. Rory had been attacked.... by a guy he had once called a friend no less. "Is she okay?" he whispered.
"No. She wont talk to anyone, she just lays there in her room." Lorelai said, her voice cracking.
"I know Rory and I haven't been the best of friends or on the best of terms, but can I try?" Tristan asked hoarsely.
Lorelai looked up at him, surprised by the genuine passion and.... love? that radiated from him. Could it be.... oh yes, there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. Perhaps he would be good for her and hell, it couldn't hurt and was worth possibly getting her daughter to start living again. "Of course. Her rooms right through there," she conceded, pointing towards the kitchen.
Tristan flashed her his trademark smile and sauntered off in the direction she had directed. Coming into the kitchen, he stopped in the doorway of Rory's room. Her back was to him, but he could sense that she was living in her own personal hell. He personally understood that all to well. Maybe not under the same circumstances, but in his own way, he knew. "Rory?"
Rory tensed when she heard the familiar, yet unfamiliar male voice utter her name. Counting to ten, she turned, her jaw dropped when she saw Tristan standing right outside her door. "Tristan?" She said almost inaudibly.
Tristan smiled warmly, something she had never seen. Gone was the egotistical smirk he usually gave her. "Can I come in?"
Rory nodded numbly, her heart beating so hard she thought it might pop out of her chest. "What are you doing here?"
Tristan's eyes shifted to any point that wasn't Rory's face. "I was worried when you weren't in school. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Rory's face reflected the shock she felt. Tristan was worried about her? "I, uh, I dont know what to say. Out of all the people at Chilton, you're the one I least expected to come see how I'm doing. Except maybe Paris."
Tristan's face clouded over at the slight reminder of their non-existant friendship. "Yeah, well I wanted to talk to you about that. I'm sorry for everything, I was a jerk and you didn't deserve it. So, Im sorry."
Upon hearing this, Rory's troubled mind pushed everything that had taken place the past week and offered him a weak smile. "Forgiven. But if you call me Mary once, you're back on my hit list."
Tristan beamed happily and sat down on the chair next to her, "So, Rory...."
*****
Lorelai stood just out of sight, listening to the conversation taking place in her daughters room. Yes, it was a good thing she told Tristan, Rory was talking again for the first time since she recounted what happened to her to the police. And she smiled in spite of herself. This was the beginning of a wonderful friendship for them.
Some of you might be wondering where the hell Dean is in all of this. His girlfriend was nearly raped afterall, so where is he? Don't worry, he'll be putting in an appearance very very soon. And the result just might be disasterous. ;) *smirks*
~*~Shay~*~