part 5

Name: Meg (tenismyidea@hotmail.com)
Title: I Must Be Dreaming part 6
pairing: R/T/J ?
summary: Rory tries to get over Dean's death, Tristan is back and tries to help by letting her stay with him to make Chilton friends.
rating: PG 13(swearing)
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Sorry this is short!

Part 6 The Arrival

Monday Noon The DuGrey Mansion

Tristan paced outside the kitchen, listening to his parents yell at each other. He had one hand over his face, trying to think.

"You are the lowliest bitch I've ever met!" Edward DuGrey roared to his wife, Cathy.

"Well, I guess that makes us two of a kind," Cathy shot back, casually.

"You parade around Hartford with all your little boyfriends. Hell, you go through pool boys as fast as you go through my money!"

"Uh- Mom, Dad?" Tristan interrupted.

"Now is NOT the time, son!" Edward shouted.

"Edward! Go ahead, Tristan." Cathy said while glaring at her husband.

Tristan glanced between the two and continued. "As you know, I'm redoing the room next to mine for a guest I'm having."

"Guest? For how long?" Edward inquired.

"I'm not sure. Does it matter?" His parents wouldn't notice if people moved in or if he moved out. They were hardly ever home.

"Of course not. Continue."

"Well, I was wondering if you could avoid fighting around that area. My guest is so used to a good family. It would make them uncomfortable."

"Who is this guest?"

"Rory Gilmore." Tristan watched his parent's reaction. His dad had his brows furrowed, as though in thought, and his mother's face was wrinkled, as though in disgust.

"Richard and Emily's granddaughter?"

"Yes."

"The one whose mother had her at sixteen?" Cathy questioned.

"Right."

"Yes-- Tristan, she's a bastard. Illegitimate. We don't approve. Don't you go getting her pregnant like her mother, son." Edward said sternly.

Tristan could feel the anger building up in him.

"What did you say?" He demanded of his father.

"She's a bastard. You know, an illegitimate child." Edward repeated. "We don't approve."

"That's not her fault! Rory's a great person! Smart, beautiful, funny- the list goes on. Dad, she's my best friend nowadays at Chilton." Tristan's voice was rising and he was breathing hard. "And she needs me! She just suffered a tragic event and I want to help her! And who are you to speak of morals? You and Mom have affairs left and right. Your marriage is a joke!" Tristan was shouting.

"I won't have you talking to me like that," Edward said sternly.

"And I won't have you talking about Rory like that!" Tristan's voice was equal.

"Son, don't get so worked up. She's just another girl, right? Just be careful. Don't get her pregnant. The DuGrey name would be terribly shamed."

Tristan felt like he would punch his father. But he kept his composure. "It's not like that." He quickly walked away from those pathetic people called his parents. Cathy watched Tristan go then turned to her husband.

"Edward! Do you know how to be understanding? Listen to the boy for once."

"Do you know how to be faithful?" Edward shot backd. Their fight picked up right where it left off. Up in his room, Tristan was writing in his journal. It was an old, brown, leathery binder with tabs. He was writing under the one titled 'Parents'.

Today I told Dad about Rory. Damn! Does he not know that girls are people? He treats them like objects. And I will admit, I used to, also. But Rory is different. 'The DuGrey named would be terribly shamed'. What the fuck?! He's shamed it more than I could ever. God! I will never treat my kids that way.

Tristan sighed and glanced at his other tabs. He had: School, Conquests, Family, Parents, Buds, and the thickest section- Rory. Yes, her living here would be....interesting.


Thursday Morning 10 am

"Mom! Evil One will be here soon! Where's my backpack?" Rory shouted in the direction of the stairs.

"School doesn't start 'til Monday," Lorelai shouted back.

"Yeah, and I will be at Tristan's! Where is it?"

"It's keeping Bert company!"

"Okay." Rory gathered the rest of her belongings. She had two large suitcases and her backpack. Lorelai came bounding down the stairs.

"Rory, can I come over sometime? Can I? Pleasee! Pretty please! With coffee on top!"

"Mom, calm down. Maybe, I don't know."

"That's not fair! You're hogging Evil One's supply of rich coffee! Meanie!" Lorelai stuck her tongue out at Rory and they both walked out onto the porch. "Well, child of mine, have lots of fun!"

"He's not here, yet."

"And?"

"You're not supposed to say that until I leave."

"But you're about to leave, and you know me, I say it about ten times."

"Please don't."

"Edgy, Edgy. Oooh! Here he comes!" Lorelai squealed as Tristans's black BMW Z3 pulled up.

Tristan got out and laughed at the site of Lorelai jumping up and down, clapping her hands and Rory standing there, rolling her eyes at her mother. Rory grabbed her bags and made her way towards Tristan. Tristan took her bags, put them in the car, and handed her some coffee. Her eyes got wide and she looked up at him. "You're amazing!" She took the coffee and drained it all in one swig. She said bye to her mom and got in the car.

"So, tell me more about myself," Tristan said while he drove.

"Well, you're incredibly self-absorbed."

"Ouch, Mary. My wounds are cut deep from your hateful comments. Which, I might add, are said out of love." Tristan smirked and glanced at her look of hatred she was throwing his way.

"Hateful comments said out of love? Do they exist?"

"Obviously."

"Shut up, EgoBoy."

"Sure, Mary."

"Argh!!! I swear, I'll shave your head while you sleep!"

"Already thinking of me in bed, Mary? You move quickly for a girl your type."

"You're impossible." Rory rolled her eyes.

"Not for you," Tristan smiled at her then stopped the car in front of the largest mansion Rory had ever seen. Her jaw dropped as she stepped out of the car and gazed at the lovely stone work of the courtyard and the house, alike. There were fountains everywhere, flowers, beautifully decorated windows. This could be fun..


part 7