Night Vs. Day Chapter 2: Pills, Babies, and Thoughts.

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Rating: PG-13

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AN: I know some of you might not like all the 'big' things in this fic. It becomes more light and fluffy starting this chapter, for now anyway. I hope you like it and R&R as always! Thank You! Also the new chapter to The Torso Tango is up (NC-17) so go read it!

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Rory stormed into Jess's bedroom. Jess looked up from his book, and stared in her angry eyes. He knew why she was angry. The day before he had found pills in her bag, they were in a prescription bottle of anti-depressants, Rory was using. She was dependant on those drugs. His beautiful Rory. Who would have thought? Was it all the pressure? All the pain? He had dumped the pills in the toilet and in one flush they were gone. He had placed a note in the empty bottle and put it back in her bag. The note said, that pills were never the answer to anything. Jess would know, but he had put that painful experience behind him. He wasn't going to let her fall into the same trap as he had.

"Jess! What did you do with those pills! They were prescription!" She half shouted. Her bark had always been worse than her bite.

"Rory, damn it, you've been living on those pills. I know you're sad, but it has been almost seven months Rory. Seven. You can't stay like this forever. You need to stop moping. You pretend your fine, but your not. I see it in your eyes. You're not happy. Those pills aren't making you happy. They can't. Lorelai and Chris are gone Rory. They are NOT coming back, and your mom would hate what your doing right now Rory. She would hate it." The outburst came so sudden Rory didn't know what to say. She gave Jess a look that was pure shock and hate. A tear ran down her cheek and she ran out the door. She grabbed her purse as she ran downstairs' and called a cab. She went and waited near her house, the one place Jess didn't search for her. The cab pulled up and she jumped in, directing the driver to Tristan's house. Thirty-five minutes later they were there. The driver pulled up to the gate and Rory buzzed. The maids voice came over the intercom.

"Yes?"

"This is Rory. I need to see Tristan."

"Come on in. I'll see if I can find master Tristan." The lady said, the gate opened and Rory walked in, giving the driver his money. She walked up to the door where a very frazzled looking maid was standing waiting. She heard Tristan's voice and a squalling baby.

"Tina! Who did you say was here? Can you take Sam for a mo-." He saw Rory and his voice faltered, she'd never come to his house before. Rory looked just as astonished. She'd never known Tristan had a baby sister.

"I'm sorry I just dropped by, I just needed to get away." She said, still staring at the little girl in Tristan arms. The baby had stopped crying immediately. It really was a baby too, no more than 4 months old. "I didn't know you had a sister." She said.

"Uh. She's not my sister."

"Oh. A cousin or a niece?"

"Neither."

"I never pictured you as a baby-sitter Tristan."

"I'm not."

"Oh. Who is she?"

"Mine."

"Your what?"

"My uh.Sam is my daughter."

"Oh. You'll have to excuse me this is quite a shock." And with those words Rory fainted dead away. Tristan and the maid both looked astonished, as did little Sam. Tristan handed Tina the baby, and she went to get some cold water. Rory woke up and stared at Tristan.

"You have a baby?"

"Yes."

"Oh. I thought I'd dreamed it for moment. How did that happen?"

"You don't know that?"

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I mean, who is the mother?"

"Ah. Sammy."

"As in Sosa?"

"As in Samantha Warcaster."

"Oh. Wow. You have a baby. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You seemed to have thoughts and problems of your own, I didn't need to bother you with mine."

"Tristan.I.I.You should have told me. I'm sorry if I've been.you know."

"Don't worry about it Mary." He said with a grin. He took Sammy from Tina as she handed Rory her water. Rory took a sip and smiled at Tristan.

"So, why is little Sammy here and not with her mom?" Rory asked

"You still think of me as the Tristan you knew back when you first came to Chilton? Don't you? Her mother's.not. mother material. She wanted to get rid of the baby. I couldn't do that." Tristan said. Emotion dawning his face as he looked down at the peaceful baby he held. It was a sight to behold. Tristan, the big tough boy, cradling a little baby in his arms, as tender as can be. He looked up and smiled at Rory. "So why did you come here?"

"Jess said some things that got to me. He flushed my anti-depressants down the toilet."

"You shouldn't be taking those pills anyway. They aren't good for you in the long run, and they're not helping now."

"I know. I just wanted them to make everything better."

"They don't do that. Nothing does that. Time helps. And you've had a lot. You need to move on Rory. Your mom and dad would want you to be happy. We all want you to be happy. Your grandparents, Luke, Jess, all of us." He smiled again, and all the sudden the world seemed a little less dim. He was right. He had grown up while he was away, and she hadn't really noticed. She wondered about Sammy. About the women Tristan had been in love with. She looked at him and she no longer saw the 16-year-old boy who had gone out of his way to annoy her. She saw a responsible and loving man, grown to soon, because of his baby. For a moment she wished he were that 16 year old boy again, wished he hadn't had to grow up so quickly. Then again, they both had grown up quickly. He had helped her out and she felt the need to do the same. This time she smiled at him.

"Your right. The pain is less everyday. I just need to let it go. I don't want to. I feel like I'm letting them go. I don't want to."

"Ror, you'll always have them, in your heart. The pain will never go away completely. It will lessen, day by day. And you'll learn to live life, because that's all you can do." She smiled again, and walked over to him.

"A baby."

"A baby, it is. From the smell it's a dirty baby. You wanna learn how to change a diaper?"

"Not really."

"Too bad, come on."

"No, don't make me! I'm not good with babies. They cry when I touch them. My little brother, Toby, wouldn't let me touch him for weeks. He would cry when ever I picked him up, granted he had colic.but still." Rory finished realizing Tristan had placed Sammy in her arms and the baby was cooing, not crying. "Wow. Look at that." She said somewhat amazed.

"She likes you."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Cool." They both laughed and Rory followed Tristan upstairs, enamored in the little creation in her arms. And for a split second she wished Sam were hers. She wished they were family, her, Sammy and Tristan. And then she realized that the thought was not a split second thing, but a thought that would plague her for a lot of time to come. She wanted a family again. She would have to make one.

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