Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created and owned by Amy S.P. and the WB. I don't own em! If I did, I wouldn't be writing a disclaimer!

Author's note: I had this chapter prepared for a while now, but I didn't want to post it. Simply because I wanted my story to stand out, and be one of the few non-happy (that I've seen) ending Gilmore Girl fanfics. If I posted this, it woul be kinda clichéd, and I don't want to be 'just another story'

But, I still had an angstier story than most out there, and I suppose it's enough.

            For all people who liked it better sad, Don't read this! This is an alternate ending. Actually, it's a continuation, but it doesn't have to be read.

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Chapter Seven

Tristan looked at the gun in his hands. One of its bullets could take a life. Just like cancer. He closed his eyes. He walked to Rory's grave. "I'm so sorry. I failed you," he whispered. And with that, Tristan raised the gun to his temple, and fired.

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            Tristan woke up with a start. His eyes flew open. "Rory," he reached out a hand. No Rory. He sighed, and turned over, and tried to get back to sleep.

            "What did you need?" a voice called gently. Tristan opened his eyes, and slowly turned around. Rory was on the far side of the bed, reading, looking at him behind her glasses.

            "Rory," he breathed.

            "What's wrong, Tris? You look like you've seen a ghost," Rory said, turning her eyes back to her book.

            Tristan rolled so that he was beside her. She was sitting up, but he stayed lying down. Rory started playing with Tristan's hair, running her fingers through. "I'm sorry," he said tiredly.

            "What?" Rory asked, turning to him for the briefest moments before going back to her book.

            "I'm sorry I've been so busy. I know I haven't been spending a lot of time with you-"

            "That's all right," Rory interrupted, putting her book down. "I know you want to please your father, I understand,"

             "No," Tristan sighed. "Um… How do I say this…"

            Rory looked at him questioningly, and lay down. Tristan put his arms around her. "Being so busy is no excuse. As a matter of fact, I don't have to be so busy. My colleagues can do some of my work; I just don't let them because I'm afraid what they did won't turn out right. I want everything perfect,"

            Rory nodded and smiled. "So what are you going to do today?"

            "Take the day off,"

            Rory laughed. "Wow. I never thought you would do that,"

            "Neither did I,"

            "Umm… Tristan? I have something to tell you," Rory said nervously.

            Tristan braced himself. "All right," he said trying to keep his tone light.

            "I… I… I have… I have l…I have to go to the bathroom," Rory said, and quickly got up and walked to the bathroom. Rory came back a few seconds later. "No I didn't," and got back into bed, but didn't lie down. "Uh… Tristan…"

            "Yes?" Tristan asked gently.

            "Ugh… I might as well come out with it. Tristan I'm pregnant,"

            "Really?" Tristan said happily. Both because she didn't say 'I have leukemia' and because she was pregnant.

            "Umm… yeah," Rory said sheepishly. "I hadn't been eating well, you know nauseous and stuff. So the doctor checked if I was anemic. Um… apparently I wasn't, and well," Rory smiled awkwardly.

            Tristan grinned, and kissed her. "Am I the first to know?"

            Rory nodded. "I was going to call my mother later,"

            "Dad'll be thrilled," Tristan said.

            "Oh, for a girl, I want Lorelei,"

            "Boy, I want Tristan,"

            "Egoistical jerk,"

            "Look who's talking!"

            "Tradition!"

            "For a girl, I want…" Tristan grinned evilly. "Mary,"

            "No!"

            "Why not?"

            "Do you think I want my daughter tormented by egoistical players in high school?"

            "Hey! Mary's a nice name!"

            "Yeah, sure. That's why you used it as an insult when we were at Chilton,"

            "Mary!" Tristan whined jokingly.

            "Evil One," Rory countered.

            "Now, that's not fair. I only have one name for you,"

            "Bible Boy,"

            "Hmm… let me think,"

            "Spawn of Satan,"

            "Love of my life," Tristan said affectionately.

            "Bane of my youth," Rory bantered.

            "Best friend,"

            "Triscuit,"

            "Triscuit? Where did that come from?" Tristan said confused.

            Rory shrugged. "Couldn't think of anything else,"

            "My missing part,"

            "Provider of good coffee,"

            "Coffee addict,"

            "Workaholic,"

            "Hey!"

            Rory smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. "My husband," she whispered.

            Tristan smiled faintly, "Surely you can do better than that, Mary,"

            "The kissing or the name calling?"

            "Both,"

            "My every breath," Rory whispered, and kissed Tristan with a passion that took both their breaths away.

Seven Months later, Tristan James, a boy with mischievous blue eyes, and golden blond hair, and Lorelei Leigh DuGrey, a girl with chestnut brown hair, and big expressive eyes, were born.    

            Of course, as so not to be confused with the two older Loreleis… Lorelei was fondly called, 'Mary'

The End

A/n:

Celia: Was that a flame? Did you hate my story? Or did you like it but really wanted Tristan and Rory happy? Your review was confusing, and I'm not sure if I should be offended or flattered.

To the rest of my reviewers: Thank you so much for reviewing. Reviews help a lot. Thanks chapter coming up…