A/N: Everybody wants new chapters, and after serious restrictions and punishment, school's cleared. But no one cares what happens to me, just what the Nie are, and why Trystan is one. To placate my reviewers who don't care anymore, here is chapter 4, Dean's jealous. To make it longer, I put in some gunk about evolution verse creation, plus a bit about stars, something found in Madeleine L'engle's books. Sorry, the only part of this fic and it's characters figured out is Kat. Due to this note, and the much wanted explanation of the Nie and what it is, the real title of this fic comes at the end. Enjoy, and if you're touchy about the creation of the planet, skip this chapter and see my author's note at the end.
Rory closed her eyes. Kat had disappeared once again, leaving a thousand more questions with her charge. Rory went over the information slowly. Yes, she was now terrified into taking the warnings seriously.
Nie. The word sent shivers down her spine. And yet she and Trystan had the subtle art of using the power, the only humans who could. Kat had sped quickly through the known users before Rory could understand. Some sort of star/not star people who were rumored to have conversed with Christians. Rory left the term alone. Her Christian relatives had alienated her mother for giving birth to her. Tears stung her eyes, but Rory pushed her aunt and uncle out of her head.
Rory closed her eyes, and concentrated on Kat's voice. "You're not an alien, Rory. You're just—just gifted." Kat had scowled then. "And considering Trystan's king sized ego I've heard so much about, you'll be much more adept at learning your talent. By the time they figure out I was lying, you two will be strong enough to withstand those mortals." Rory had smiled. "Don't you mean, 'us mortals?' We're still human, you said." But Kat had dropped her gaze, and changed the subject. Rory had suspected that maybe Kat was this star/not star creature she hadn't explained.
Just before Kat had left, Rory had summoned the courage to interrupt Kat and ask one question she desperately wanted the answer to. "Just what is a Nie, Kat?" Kat had been so surprised that whatever held her to the ceiling slipped, and she fell headfirst onto Rory's bed. She rolled over, and smiled sheepishly.
"A Nie? Well, I'm not quite sure how to explain to you, Rory. A Nie has very special talents that are wanted by many governments who know about them. But if I were to explain, you would have to discredit evolution." Rory had laughed. "Why not? Tell me, even if you think I'll say fairy tale, Kat." Rory wasn't big on evolution. Too many of the classic authors had been Christians who were uneasy about the topic. Kat smiled. "All right, Rory. But don't blame me when you get confused. I can't help what your teachers have forced into your head."
"The Nie are mentioned in the book of Job, as a Behemoth and a Leviathan. Some evolutionists have gotten publishers to say the behemoth was some live creature, but they can't stop the description appearing to be similar to what you call dinosaurs. In every ancient civilization, the people have stories or paintings of warriors killing dragons and eating it, maybe protecting their village, or maybe they were just hungry." Kat had smirked, and Rory had dissolved in laughter. Kat continued, giving Rory a bit of proof. "When Darwin came up with his theory of evolution, he made the mistake of calling dinosaurs extinct. Of course, everybody was tired of Christianity, so they accepted his theory, even though he later retracted it. Macro-evolution simply hasn't happened. Anyway, a dictionary in the late 1700s would not have the word 'dinosaur.' It would have the word dragon, and it would be defined as 'a seldom seen but still living creature.' But I'm straying, and time is running out.
"What I'm getting at, is that though very few are seen today, Rory, dragons are very much alive. The government sees this as a threat, and wants to tear your brains apart, trying to get it out. They have it in their thick skulls that you're going to summon the aliens that did or didn't arrive at Roswell. If they did, they must have been extremely bored. A baby planet isn't very interesting."
Rory had sat up then. "Baby planet? Earth is millions of years old!" Kat had smiled at her, then laughed at her. "You're not joking! Oh, Rory, you are so funny. Of course your planet's young; it's not even 10,000 years old. But you're not going to believe me, so I'll let you digest that, and think over what you've learned."
And Kat was gone, leaving Rory to her confusion. A dragon summoner? How?
Rory sighed, and sat up. Kat wouldn't be back until she was asleep. One thing she was sure of: Kat was Rory's guard.
An hour later, Rory was brooding, her eyes staring into her cup on the counter at Luke's. Two arms came down, encircling Rory's waist. "Why is the princess upset today?" Rory thought about how many people were willing to kill for the information, and figured Dean could live without the information. "Oh no reason, Dean. There was a shoot out at my school, and some guy wearing a mask that was your face nearly killed me for Trystan liking me. So really, I'm just fine, and I really want to talk about it!" Rory's voice had not risen above a low hiss, but her face had changed from brooding to anger. Dean hugged her tighter. "I'm sorry, princess. I didn't know. We don't have to talk." Rory sighed. "I didn't mean to blow up at you, Dean." Dean's face was filled with love, and Rory hated it. Knowing Kat as little as she did, Rory knew she wouldn't be in Stars Hollow much longer, and if Dean heard that his girlfriend was going to be dead from government officials, Rory didn't want to be dating him and make him so miserable for her.
Rory paid for her coffee, giving Luke the money. Jess walked behind him, and snatched it out of his uncle's hand. "Just what do you need three dollars for, Jess?" Jess shrugged, looking at Rory. "None of your business. Can't you take a little loss?"
Dean had put his arm around Rory, and walked her out. "He's trouble, Rory." Rory thought of Dean's fake twin, and shivered. "I think I can handle a street kid, Dean." Dean sighed. "How about we forget all about today, and take your car out?" Rory shook her head. "No! I mean, I don't think we should." Dean looked quizzically at her. "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with my princess? My princess never drives without her baby she named Dean, even after the human objected." Rory blushed. "I just---I'm confused right now. Dating just seems too dangerous right now." Dean's eyes focused on the diner, and he glared at Jess's back. "So you just want to break up? Come on, Rory. Didn't you figure out Jess isn't worth your time last time, Ror?" Rory shook her head. "You don't know what happened, Dean." Dean just shook his head. Fine. If you want to be 'single' go ahead! But don't think I'll be waiting for you, this time." Dean's eyes were pleading. "You were my princess, Ror," His face hardened. "Now you're the pauper. Hope you like my references to your precious books." Dean stormed over to her house, and took her car, 'dean.' Rory watched with teary eyes. She knew he wasn't just mad, he was upset she was breaking this relationship she'd tried so many times to save. She could understand him getting fed up with it, and he had made the car.
Rory was sitting on her porch when Trystan drove up. He shut the door, and walked over to her. "What's wrong, Mary?" Rory's back rocked, and he realized she hadn't fallen asleep sitting there; she was crying. Trystan sat down next to her, and restrained all the caustic remarks he had been brewing for breaking the ice. Trystan sat there and held her until her mother came home.
Lorelai looked at him. "Chilton. Blonde. Male. Evil Trystan?" Trystan had smiled. "I suppose Ror has no reason to consider me anything else." Rory was fast asleep in his arms, a sweet smile on her face. She smiled. "Rory just might change her mind, o evil one. But I think you'd best get home. It's eleven o' clock." Trystan glanced at his watch and winced. "I promised I'd stay until you got home. Apparently she locked herself out, and she didn't want to be alone. Apparently she and Dean have broken up. Again."
Lorelai nodded sympathetically. "3 times. I believe now he may take your place as the most evil one. You're kinda cute. Want to be her beau?" Trystan groaned. "I doubt I'm that far off the evil list yet. I was the reason for the shootout yesterday."
Rory looked up, surprising both of them. She'd been asleep only minutes ago. "No. Not your fault. Nie we are. They think we'll call the little green men."
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Can you sleep-walk, miss alien summoner, or must I enlist the not so evil Trystan to take you to your room?" Rory's head snapped up. "Oh Trystan! I didn't mean to make you wait with me so long, I—" Lorelai held up her hand. Enough, princess." At the term Dean had used for her, Rory started crying again.
Lorelai and Trystan looked at each other over Rory's head. "All right, a compromise: you go to the couch and call your old man." Trystan smiled. "I think I'm going to like you, Lorelai."
A/N: I know you ignored my warning and are very mad now, and won't read anymore and will flame, but here's a very simple chapter summary: Rory and Dean fought and broke up again, Trystan came and comforted her. And a Nie is someone who can summon dragons. I tried keeping this fic normal, but it didn't last long. I think I'll leave it here until someone wants to know what happens. Just as I start getting reviews, too.