Disclaimer: I don't own the Gilmore Girls! It belongs to the WB.

Author's Note: Okay, a lot of angst in this chapter.  Sorry if it's not written so well. I just had to get this little plot out of my head so I can continue writing my Harry Potter fanfics. This plot was originally supposed to be used for a Draco/Hermione story but it didn't fit. So, I used it for GG, and it fit! After this, I'll stop tormenting GG/Trory readers.

Sidenote:

(a) Prepare tissues if you're over emotional

(b) This chapter is short, compared to the others.

Chapter Five:

"Come on," Luke said, leading Tristan away from the grave. Tristan offered no resistance. All he did was walk where ever Luke led him, his eyes devoid of emotion. They got into the car. Tristan still stared straight ahead of him… looking… hollow, as if there was nothing left in him. Which was probably true.

"I didn't know," Tristan whispered as they were driving back to Stars Hollow. "I would have come home… I would," he yelled, now angry, though sounding like he wanted to convince himself instead of Rory.

Luke tried to feel sympathetic. Really he tried. He just couldn't. He could be civil… as long as he didn't think about what the man next to him did to Rory.

The two men got out of the car, Tristan not really seeing where he was going. They walked into the house, where a furious Lorelei sat on the couch.

"Hello, Tristan," she spat, as if his name was a curse. Not Evil One, not Bible Boy, like she usually affectionately called him.

"Lorelei, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I would have come home… I would have been there for her-"

"Save it for a time I would care. Actually, you should have told me this a week ago when Rory had her operation! Now, it's just pathetic," Lorelei glared at Tristan with hatred. So different from the Lorelei that we all knew. She had liked Tristan. She thought he was too in love with Rory to ever hurt her. So much for what she knew.

"Do you want to know how Rory died? Do you? Or do you not care? Have you found a new girl to marry in Europe? Is that why you wouldn't let any one contact you last week?" Lorelei said, her voice steadily rising. Tristan could practically see the hate coming from her. "Because that was what Rory thought. That last week, when she was in so much pain. She thought you found someone else and was going to abandon her. So much for her last thought of the man who claimed to love her,"

Flashback (Is this okay? A flashback within a flashback? I'll do it anyway)

"Sweetie, it's okay…" Lorelei said, frantically wishing the morphine administered would kick in.

"It hurts… mom…" Rory whispered. She was in the hospital. She had had an adverse reaction to the chemotherapy, and since then, her cancer had become aggressive. It had spread all over.

"Mrs. Danes? Lorelei?" Paris said, entering the room.

"Yes?" Lorelei said, looking up.

"I've scheduled the operation for tonight. I have to say it might not be effective, as Rory is already far too weak. We shouldn't have any false hopes raised,"

"How can you be so detached? Wasn't Rory your best friend back in Chilton?"

"She is… but now, I'm not her friend, I'm her doctor. As her friend, I suggest you call Tristan. Tell him, no matter what Rory made you promise,"

Lorelei nodded.

"Rory, we're going to go into surgery. We're going to give you a bone marrow transplant. Your mom'll have to go away for awhile,"

"I'm in pain, not crazy Paris," Rory whispered, trying to smile.

"There's the Rory I know and love," Paris whispered back.

Seconds before they gave Rory anesthesia to go to sleep.

"Mom…" Rory whispered, tears were falling freely down her face, and her voice was unsteady.

"Yes sweetie?" Lorelei said, managing not to make her voice waver, trying to be strong.

"I want Tristan… promise, when I wake up, Tristan'll be there? I want Tristan…" she whispered.

Lorelei nodded.

"Promise!" Rory said, getting slightly hysterical.

"I promise, honey," Lorelei said, trying to soothe her.

end

"I called you," Lorelei said accusingly. "On your cell, your house phone. I was never able to. You told me, 'Lorelei, I'm coming back in a week, don' t bother me until then.'

Did you know how it felt? When Rory woke up, expecting to see you, and you weren't there. Do you know how I felt? I felt as if I'd failed my only child. I felt horrible, imagine what Rory must have felt!" Lorelei shouted. "Imagine waking up in horrible pain, wanting to see the person you loved most, only not to see him… in fact never seeing him again!"

"She was in… terrible pain for a few more hours. She died, in my arms, calling for you. Asking me, "Where's my Tristan?" the whole time. "Why isn't Tristan here?" she always asked.

another flashback within a flashback

"Where's Tristan?" Rory begged of her mother, grasping her hands so tightly, Lorelei's hands were red.  "I want Tristan… where is he? You said he would be here!"

"Sweetie… Tristan couldn't make it. He's coming… he'll be here in a few more days…"

"No! I want him now!"

"Sweetie… hold on, and Tristan'll come in a few days…"

"He had an affair," Rory said suddenly.

"What?" Lorelei asked suddenly.

"That's why he hasn't called me in ages… that's why he won't come home. He's just waiting for me to die so he can announce his marriage to a younger girl…"

"No!" Lorelei said, shocked. Tristan would never do that. "Tristan loves you sweetie… he would never do that!"

"Then why isn't he here? What's the only logical explanation?" Rory said… tears streaming down her face, from either the physical pain, or the pain that Tristan had caused by not being there.

"Tristan… Tristan had business to attend to," Lorelei said lamely.

"Business? His business is more important than I am? See! He's having an affair," Rory cried.

Lorelei looked at Christopher, Luke, Emily, and Lane desperately. Christopher came forward.

"Honey… Tristan loves you. You should know that. Remember how you told me that he loved you from high school, and was your best friend in college? Even if he didn't love you anymore… he'd still be here, as your best friend. So put your trust in Tristan. Didn't he always come through for you?"

"In college. He never did in high school, nor come to think of it, when we were married,"

Christopher looked at Lorelei, and shook his head. "Give me the god damn phone," he snapped at Lorelei. He went to the side, and started arguing with the operator, why the call wouldn't be put through.

end

"Thankfully, Luke, Emily, and Lane managed to convince her that you did love her. When she died an hour later, she died whispering your name. At her funeral, which I may add you did not attend, was when I questioned what I did. Maybe I never should have let Rory believe you were coming, maybe I should have told her that you didn't love her. Because, hell, I was wondering the same thing myself,"

"Lorelei, dammit I didn't know!" Tristan yelled.

"Oh, and I suppose this is my fault?" Lorelei snapped.

Tristan lowered his head sadly and in shame. "It was mine…" he whispered.

"Rory told me that she didn't want you told, because she didn't want you to have a hard time. I don't think you did, going about Europe, showing a family friend around Paris," Lorelei said, putting the slightest bit of emphasis on the family friend.

At the insinuation, Tristan's head snapped up. "Are you accusing me of being unfaithful to Rory?" Tristan said, looking at Lorelei head on.

"What did it sound like?" she said levelly, looking at Tristan.

"I don't believe this…" Tristan said, staring at her in disbelief.

"But you're not denying it either,"

 "I would never betray Rory like that!"

 "So you say. I never thought you would do anything to hurt Rory. I never thought you would betray her, or leave her to die. But you did leave her to die, so how do I know that you didn't betray her?"

"I love her! I would never betray her or leave her!"

"That's what I told Rory when she was dying. You could never know what Rory went through. When she woke up, she was in horrible pain, believing the person she loved was not coming back. You wouldn't know that pain,"

 "Dammit Lorelei!" Tristan yelled. He had had enough. "That's how I'm going to wake up tomorrow," he whispered. Tristan raced out of the room, and picked up the keys to the extra car they always kept at Stars Hollow. He got into the BMW and drove back to Hartford.

Anger coursed through Tristan's veins… it was her fault… Rory should have told him… but she just had to go and say everything was fine. It was all stupid Rory's fault. He parked the car, though the front of the car was in the bushes.  

He walked to their bedroom, but stopping in the hall where a portrait of himself and Rory hung.

"It's all your fault dammit!" he yelled at the picture. The woman in the picture just stared back at him, smiling… with the sweet smile and with the big blue eyes he knew he would never see.

"It's all your fault…" he whispered again brokenly, and dropped to the floor. "Rory…"

Tristan went into their room, at about nine. He opened the door. Everywhere he looked was a reminder of Rory. Apparently, Lorelei hadn't had the heart to move her things. 

Her brush was lying on the dresser, her clothes neatly put away. Her books were still displayed. A book was on her bedside table. Tristan picked it up. Romeo and Juliet. How fitting. He opened it. The book mark was on the last act. How ironic.

Tristan got into bed. Getting into his side, he turned his back from Rory's side, trying to ignore the two and a half feet of space that Rory once occupied. The two and a half feet which had once contained his love…

A/N: Anyone there? *ducks again… too many flames coming* anyone mad? *retreats into protective flame-proof gear*

Ooooh… angst… Okay vote. Please answer and put your choice in your review!

How do you want this to end?

(a) Happy Ending, but no freaky Rory coming back from the dead thing. I'm using Kate's idea, which was pretty good.

(b) Sad Ending, though I won't tell you what happens, just another major dose of angst.

(c) Leave it here

(d) Leave it in uncertainty

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