Okay. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter. Its been written, then rewritten several times. Nothing really seemed right. If its well received, then I will continue.
Tristen reached across the table, taking her hand in his. He knew that he had a lot to tell her in a short amount of time. Looking over his shoulder, he saw two people watching them. Turning back to Rory, he asked
"Is there somewhere we can talk in private?"
She nodded, still not speaking. Pulling her hand out of his, she stood up and moved towards the counter. He watched as she talked to her mother. Slowly she turned around and walked back to the table. As she picked up her jacket and slipped it on, he stood up. Together, they walked out of the dinner.
Luke watched them from the counter until they disappeared. Turning to Lorelai, he said
"Are you just going to let them leave?"
"I trust her."
As they walked outside, Tristen felt his nervousness increase. Rory still hadn't said a word and it was driving him crazy. She turned to him.
"Where is your car?"
"What?"
"Your car? You did drive here right?"
"Down the street." He said, still not sure what she was up to.
Together they walked down the street to his car. He unlocked the door and let her in. Slowly he closed the door and walked around to his side. He opened his door and slid inside.
"Where to?" he asked, starting the engine
"Down the street. Turn left at the first intersection."
He drove down the street and turned left. About ten minutes later, she said
"Pull in here."
He pulled in and the headlights revealed a house. Rory opened the door and climbed out. Tristen turned off the engine and slid out of the car. He watched as Rory pulled out a set of key and walked towards the house. Slowly Tristen followed her up the steps. She was about to unlock the door when they heard
"This is why you dumped me."
They turned to a dark corner of the porch to see a figure. The person stepped into the light.
"Dean? What are you doing here?"
"I think you owe me an explanation but I got all the answers I need." He said, his voice rising, "Maybe you should tell me how long this has been going on."
"Dean go home. Its over and there's nothing to talk about."
He moved towards them, anger flashing in his eyes. Stopping in front of Rory, he glared down at her.
"Tell me!" he shouted
Rory fell back against Tristen.
"You're just like you mother." He said, then started to walk away.
Tristen turned Rory around in his arms and saw the tears in her eyes. Gently he wiped them away with his fingers.
"Stay here." He whispered
She watched him start down the steps after Dean
"Tristen…don't…."
Dean was at the end of the driveway when he heard
"I think you owe her an apology."
He spun around to see Tristen.
"She's not worth it. She's trash."
Tristen felt his anger rising. Dean turned and started walking away when Tristen flew at him. Dean turned and Tristen's fist connected with his jaw. He rubbed his jaw, then started to laugh.
"You asked for it rich boy."
He grabbed Tristen by the collar and slammed his fist into his stomach. Tristen felt like he had the wind knocked out of him. He would have slumped to the ground but Dean still had him by the collar. Dean pulled him up again and this time his fist connected with Tristen's face. He let him go and Tristen fell to the ground, his eyes closing.
"Tristen? Please wake up Tristen."
His eyes opened slowly. A pair of blue eyes stared into his.
"Ro…Rory."
He tried to get up but pain shot through his body.
"Just lay still."
"My…grandfather." He managed, "Looking for me. Don't…want…to mess up."
He fell back into a deep sleep. Rory held his hand in hers. Lorelai walked into the living room to see her daughter kneeling next to Tristen.
"How is he?"
"Okay I guess. He said something about his grandfather looking for him."
"Is that all he said."
"Yeah."
Lorelai stood up, picking up the phone. Rory watched as her mother dialed a number.
"Who are you calling?"
"The one person who could help us." She whispered, covering the phone. When the person picked up, she said "Hi mom. Everything is fine. She's fine. Mom…mom…do you know the DuGray's…yes that's right, with Rory. Yes he is a nice boy. Mom, do you happen to know his grandfather…Janlen…would you happen to have his phone number. Its a long story mom. I'll explain on Friday night. Thanks mom…bye."
She hung up the phone and dialed another number. Rory watched, still holding Tristen's hand in hers.
"Yes, may I speak with Janlen DuGray. Mr. DuGray, you don't know me but my name is Lorelai Gilmore. My daughter is a friend of your grandson Tristen. No, he hasn't done anything wrong sir. I wanted you to know that's he's at my house. Well there was a little incident…He was defending my daughter. Yes sir, I'll have him home in the morning. Good bye."
Lorelai hung up the phone.
"Is everything all right mom?"
"Yeah. We have to have him home in the morning."
Rory nodded, not moving.
"Okay, to bed with you."
"What if he wakes up?"
"Trust me mini me. I don't think he will be up soon."
Reluctantly Rory let go of Tristen's hand and stood up. Her mother walked upstairs, leaving Rory alone with Tristen. After a minute, Rory leaned down and whispered
"Good night Tristen."
She brushed her lips against his, stood up and walked out of the room. As she shut her door, a voice whispered
"Good…night…Rory."