Disclaimer; Don't own anything except Sterling and Clara. I would LUV
to own Tristan but at this stage that seems unlikely!
Rating; at the moment it's only P.G it might go up later though ; )
Pairing; There's no denying it, it's a Trory! Maybe a bit of L/L later.
A/N; this is my first fanfic ever and I know it's pretty bad. So any
CONSTRUCTIVE criticism would be greatly appreciated. This happens
after Rory's finished at Chilton, I'm kinda confused over when this would
(will!) be 'coz I'm an Aussie and the American school system is sooooo
confusing. Everything that has happened up to the end of the second
series has happened in this fanfic.
Encounters of the DuGrey Kind
It Was All an Accident
Rory stared fixedly at the rode ahead of her. Her hands gripped the
steering wheel of her Blue Commodore so tightly that her knuckles were
a pale white. Her hair had recently been stuck behind her ear by her
furious hand. Rory Gilmore was annoyed. The fact that she didn't know
why added to her annoyance. She had got into Harvard, which was a
dream come true. And she hadn't just made it - she'd received great
grades. She had just been to tell her grandparents and they'd been
overjoyed, but reserved. As much as Rory loved her grandparents once in
a while it would be nice if they got really excited, instead of just acting
within what was acceptable. But she was used to their reserved
demeanour by now, so that wasn't what irritated her so. Rory sighed
loudly and pressed her foot firmly down on the accelerator.
Suddenly to her right she noticed a brown blur that appeared to be
crossing the road, coming towards her. She slammed on her breaks. The
car juddered and then slithered to a halt. Rory just heard a loud noise over
the car and her thundering heart, and saw a shape fall through the air and
land heavily. For a few minutes all Rory felt was a deathly silence. Then
she began to move her arms and legs, everything seemed intact. She
tentatively opened the door and stepped out. The first thing she noticed
was several vehicles stopped just behind her and the second thing she
noticed was a diminutive red haired girl who stood in front of her angrily
with her hands placed firmly on her hips a strange helmet was on her
head.
"What the hell were you doing?" The girl yelled and then continued
without giving Rory a chance to respond
"The light was red! Didn't you even notice a 16.3 chestnut horse?" the
girl stopped to take a breath.
Rory's mind was now functioning a little better, a horse - that made
sense. She opened her mouth to apologise but the girl silenced her with
her hand.
"Look to be honest at the moment I don't care, I have got to find Sterling
before he does himself any damage." Rory's brain suddenly clicked into
action.
"How about you hop in, where will he be?" she asked. The girls face
lightened slightly
"Probably heading towards home as if his racing the Melbourne Cup"
She replied and hopped in. Rory was feeling a bit lost now.
"This way" the girl indicated with her hand. Rory turned sharply and sped
in the direction.
Sure enough soon they past a horse thundering along the side of the road,
luckily there was little traffic but one Land cruiser was beeping at it
furiously. The girl swore colourfully and said sharply
"Stop here." Rory obliged and the girl ran out so she was in front of the
sacred horse's path. The girl talked quietly as it approached but the horse
didn't slow down. At the last possible minute Rory shut her eyes but
instead of hearing a collision, she heard a clattering of slowing hooves
and when she opened her eyes the girl was holding the panting horse and
whispering reassuringly to it.
Rory hopped out of her car and approached cautiously.
"Is it alright," she asked almost in a whisper.
"His fine" replied the girl quiet cheerfully "His legs will probably be a bit
sore tomorrow though."
"Oh I'm glad, I mean I'm glad his ok" the girl nodded and then said
"whether or not I still have a job is another matter, my boss isn't exactly
understanding," she stated matter-of-factly.
"But that's not fair it wasn't your fault" Rory said. The girl just continued
talking to the horse.
"I know what" said Rory brightly 'I'll explain to your boss" the girl
looked incredibly relieved,
"that would be great, I work for the DuGrey's, do you know where that
is?" the girl asked. Rory's mind flashed back, Tristan staring at her
intently asking her to the concert, Dean, and then those words "I hate
you" seemed to echo forever. But all she said was
"Yeah it's near my grandparents house," the girl nodded and got back
onto the horse who side stepped as she settled into the saddle. Rory
couldn't hide her concern, the girl smiled down at her,
"I'm fine," she said.
Rory walked back to her car, sat down and started the engine. This time
she paid due attention to the road and tried to ignore the uncomfortable
memories flashing in the back of her mind. She turned left up a long
sealed driveway, and through two rather imposing wrought iron gates.
She parked her car in the large turning circle a large decorative fountain
bubbled in its centre. Rory pressed her hands along her temples and
forced her self to calm down. Slowly her breaths evened. She reminded
herself the only reason she was here was to help out. Oh, what was her
name? She hadn't even asked! She remembered the redhead's strange
accent and her reference to something in Melbourne. Australia, that made
sense. she had an accent like Heath ledger.
Rory looked up as she heard a clattering of hoofs along the road. She got
out of her car and walked up a path well marked by horse's hooves. As
she rounded the corner the scene that met her amazed her. There were
about fifteen stalls in a row, the majority of which were occupied by
horses that stuck their heads out the top half of their stable doors
inquisitively at her. A young man rushed past her carrying a saddle and
she could hear someone inside a stall in the process of cleaning it.
She heard Tristan before she saw him his voice was still tinged with the
same arrogance although slightly deeper.
"Clara, what were you thinking Stirling is entered in the ODE at Kingston
in two weeks time!"
"I'm sorry, but" Clara began but was cut off.
"You're sorry, is that all you've got to say for your self, did you just feel
like giving him a gallop?" he asked imposingly
"I don't know how they do thing's in Australia, but here if you're just a
lousy exercise rider you do what you're told!" He finished
Rory stopped congratulating her self on picking the accent and stepped
out from behind the wall behind which she had been eavesdropping.
"Look, I can explain" she began then trailed off uncertainly. Tristan
was staring at her his blond hair tousled and his eyes questioning.
"Mary?" he began uncertainly. "I didn't know, I thought, Hi!" he sad
finally.
"Hi" she said and smiled happily despite herself.
Tristan appeared to shake himself and then looked from Clara to Rory
several times. Rory remembered what she was doing and began.
"I hit well. Almost hit umm... your horse, and it was my fault not Clara's
she was doing the right thing I was daydreaming" she trailed off trying
to pull her self back before she fell head first into Tristan's blue, blue
eyes.
"Oh" said Tristan "Well there's no harm done really, but Clara you
should probably walk him out and wash his legs down."
Clara had a strange look on her face full of wonderment at the sudden
change in her boss.
"Sure," she said and walked off down the path she turned slightly and
shot Rory a look that said she wanted to know what was going on.
Tristan's self assured charm seemed to return.
"So, Mary I heard you got into Harvard, congratulations!"
Rory smiled uncertainly "Thanks" she said
"So do you wanna come inside, have a drink or something?" asked
Tristan.
"Sure" said Rory, immediately reprimanding herself for sounding so
eager.
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So there it waz! Please review. I have another chapter ready and waiting
and if I get a few reviews I might post it.
to own Tristan but at this stage that seems unlikely!
Rating; at the moment it's only P.G it might go up later though ; )
Pairing; There's no denying it, it's a Trory! Maybe a bit of L/L later.
A/N; this is my first fanfic ever and I know it's pretty bad. So any
CONSTRUCTIVE criticism would be greatly appreciated. This happens
after Rory's finished at Chilton, I'm kinda confused over when this would
(will!) be 'coz I'm an Aussie and the American school system is sooooo
confusing. Everything that has happened up to the end of the second
series has happened in this fanfic.
Encounters of the DuGrey Kind
It Was All an Accident
Rory stared fixedly at the rode ahead of her. Her hands gripped the
steering wheel of her Blue Commodore so tightly that her knuckles were
a pale white. Her hair had recently been stuck behind her ear by her
furious hand. Rory Gilmore was annoyed. The fact that she didn't know
why added to her annoyance. She had got into Harvard, which was a
dream come true. And she hadn't just made it - she'd received great
grades. She had just been to tell her grandparents and they'd been
overjoyed, but reserved. As much as Rory loved her grandparents once in
a while it would be nice if they got really excited, instead of just acting
within what was acceptable. But she was used to their reserved
demeanour by now, so that wasn't what irritated her so. Rory sighed
loudly and pressed her foot firmly down on the accelerator.
Suddenly to her right she noticed a brown blur that appeared to be
crossing the road, coming towards her. She slammed on her breaks. The
car juddered and then slithered to a halt. Rory just heard a loud noise over
the car and her thundering heart, and saw a shape fall through the air and
land heavily. For a few minutes all Rory felt was a deathly silence. Then
she began to move her arms and legs, everything seemed intact. She
tentatively opened the door and stepped out. The first thing she noticed
was several vehicles stopped just behind her and the second thing she
noticed was a diminutive red haired girl who stood in front of her angrily
with her hands placed firmly on her hips a strange helmet was on her
head.
"What the hell were you doing?" The girl yelled and then continued
without giving Rory a chance to respond
"The light was red! Didn't you even notice a 16.3 chestnut horse?" the
girl stopped to take a breath.
Rory's mind was now functioning a little better, a horse - that made
sense. She opened her mouth to apologise but the girl silenced her with
her hand.
"Look to be honest at the moment I don't care, I have got to find Sterling
before he does himself any damage." Rory's brain suddenly clicked into
action.
"How about you hop in, where will he be?" she asked. The girls face
lightened slightly
"Probably heading towards home as if his racing the Melbourne Cup"
She replied and hopped in. Rory was feeling a bit lost now.
"This way" the girl indicated with her hand. Rory turned sharply and sped
in the direction.
Sure enough soon they past a horse thundering along the side of the road,
luckily there was little traffic but one Land cruiser was beeping at it
furiously. The girl swore colourfully and said sharply
"Stop here." Rory obliged and the girl ran out so she was in front of the
sacred horse's path. The girl talked quietly as it approached but the horse
didn't slow down. At the last possible minute Rory shut her eyes but
instead of hearing a collision, she heard a clattering of slowing hooves
and when she opened her eyes the girl was holding the panting horse and
whispering reassuringly to it.
Rory hopped out of her car and approached cautiously.
"Is it alright," she asked almost in a whisper.
"His fine" replied the girl quiet cheerfully "His legs will probably be a bit
sore tomorrow though."
"Oh I'm glad, I mean I'm glad his ok" the girl nodded and then said
"whether or not I still have a job is another matter, my boss isn't exactly
understanding," she stated matter-of-factly.
"But that's not fair it wasn't your fault" Rory said. The girl just continued
talking to the horse.
"I know what" said Rory brightly 'I'll explain to your boss" the girl
looked incredibly relieved,
"that would be great, I work for the DuGrey's, do you know where that
is?" the girl asked. Rory's mind flashed back, Tristan staring at her
intently asking her to the concert, Dean, and then those words "I hate
you" seemed to echo forever. But all she said was
"Yeah it's near my grandparents house," the girl nodded and got back
onto the horse who side stepped as she settled into the saddle. Rory
couldn't hide her concern, the girl smiled down at her,
"I'm fine," she said.
Rory walked back to her car, sat down and started the engine. This time
she paid due attention to the road and tried to ignore the uncomfortable
memories flashing in the back of her mind. She turned left up a long
sealed driveway, and through two rather imposing wrought iron gates.
She parked her car in the large turning circle a large decorative fountain
bubbled in its centre. Rory pressed her hands along her temples and
forced her self to calm down. Slowly her breaths evened. She reminded
herself the only reason she was here was to help out. Oh, what was her
name? She hadn't even asked! She remembered the redhead's strange
accent and her reference to something in Melbourne. Australia, that made
sense. she had an accent like Heath ledger.
Rory looked up as she heard a clattering of hoofs along the road. She got
out of her car and walked up a path well marked by horse's hooves. As
she rounded the corner the scene that met her amazed her. There were
about fifteen stalls in a row, the majority of which were occupied by
horses that stuck their heads out the top half of their stable doors
inquisitively at her. A young man rushed past her carrying a saddle and
she could hear someone inside a stall in the process of cleaning it.
She heard Tristan before she saw him his voice was still tinged with the
same arrogance although slightly deeper.
"Clara, what were you thinking Stirling is entered in the ODE at Kingston
in two weeks time!"
"I'm sorry, but" Clara began but was cut off.
"You're sorry, is that all you've got to say for your self, did you just feel
like giving him a gallop?" he asked imposingly
"I don't know how they do thing's in Australia, but here if you're just a
lousy exercise rider you do what you're told!" He finished
Rory stopped congratulating her self on picking the accent and stepped
out from behind the wall behind which she had been eavesdropping.
"Look, I can explain" she began then trailed off uncertainly. Tristan
was staring at her his blond hair tousled and his eyes questioning.
"Mary?" he began uncertainly. "I didn't know, I thought, Hi!" he sad
finally.
"Hi" she said and smiled happily despite herself.
Tristan appeared to shake himself and then looked from Clara to Rory
several times. Rory remembered what she was doing and began.
"I hit well. Almost hit umm... your horse, and it was my fault not Clara's
she was doing the right thing I was daydreaming" she trailed off trying
to pull her self back before she fell head first into Tristan's blue, blue
eyes.
"Oh" said Tristan "Well there's no harm done really, but Clara you
should probably walk him out and wash his legs down."
Clara had a strange look on her face full of wonderment at the sudden
change in her boss.
"Sure," she said and walked off down the path she turned slightly and
shot Rory a look that said she wanted to know what was going on.
Tristan's self assured charm seemed to return.
"So, Mary I heard you got into Harvard, congratulations!"
Rory smiled uncertainly "Thanks" she said
"So do you wanna come inside, have a drink or something?" asked
Tristan.
"Sure" said Rory, immediately reprimanding herself for sounding so
eager.
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So there it waz! Please review. I have another chapter ready and waiting
and if I get a few reviews I might post it.