Not so Simple Anymore
Author's Note: I'm sorry I had such a long span of time between chapters.I've
Chapter 11: I'm sorry.
He heard her yelp and quickly made his way up the stairs as she scrambled downstairs. She didn't know he was coming so as she made her way down she tripped over his foot making her tumble down the stairs. "Tristan," she groaned as the pain finally settled and remained constant in her left ankle. "It's okay, Ror I'm here," he said quietly coming down the stairs. "It hurts," she said softly. "Are you okay?"
"It's my ankle," she moaned leaning into Tristan. "I'll go get the First Aid kit." he trailed off as Rory didn't loosen her grip from her hand. "Stay," she begged. "It's all right I'm not going anywhere, Ror,"
"Promise?"
"Promise,"
"I'm sorry," she mumbled her voice muffled by the fabric of Tristan's shirt. "No, I'm sorry Rory. But, look even I'm not ready to go that far yet," he admitted and she snorted. "You mean the all-mighty Tristan DuGrey hasn't 'done' it?"
"No, he hasn't,"
"Good," she said lying on her back, her head on Tristan's lap while they sat for a moment in silence. "That room was where Kyle and I found them,"
"Oh god! I didn't know,"
"I know you didn't, don't worry about it," she sighed tensing slightly as she shifted her weight around. "You okay?" he asked concerned. "My ankle, I think it might be sprained," Tristan groaned. "Your mom's going to kill me,"
"And she's not going to after our little field trip?"
"No, I called her,"
"But.why?" Rory sputtered. "She still cares about you Rory, even if you two did fight,"
"I know, but." she sighed. "She hates me I bet,"
"She loves you Rory,"
"It's so hard to forgive her after all the things she said and did," Rory said seriously. "I know it'll be hard but remember, I love you," he whispered and then kissed her. "I love you too," she whispered back and then soon fell asleep in Tristan's lap jerking every once and in a while as her ankle throbbed.
Her watch read 6:03 AM. The power was back on as she looked around for a moment. She wanted to see the snow so she managed to get up and hobbled over to the window. She leaned up against the windowsill propping her elbows up on it. She cringed as the pain in her ankle, but then she drew in a sharp breath at the beauty of the snow. She felt Tristan's arms wrap around her waist and she leaned back into him. "It's so beautiful," she whispered turning her head slightly to meet his loving gaze. "And so are you," he told Rory kissing her cheek. "Mmm.hmm," she mumbled. "Come on let's go take a look at your ankle," he said helping her to the couch. He grabbed the first aid kit from the coffee table. He took her injured foot and started to wrap it with an ace bandage. "We'll need to go to the hospital," he told her as he wrapped it. "No!" she moaned putting her head into her hands. "It won't be that bad," he teased with a smirk. "Do we have to?" she whined. "Yes, now how about some pancakes and coffee?" he suggested. Her eyes lit up as she whispered. "With chocolate chips?"
"We might have some," he said as he helped her to the kitchen. He began making pancakes and coffee. She watched in amazement. "So, this is why you're mine! Since, Gilmore's don't dare to even try to cook," He grunted in reply. "See! Your turning into Luke!" she said with glee. He was silent as he flipped the pancakes. He then said, "I don't have a backwards baseball hat,"
"Here!" she cried out grabbing a baseball cap from the table. "Oh great," he groaned while she laughed at his sour expression.
After they finished breakfast Tristan gathered all of their stuff while Rory sat waiting in the car. "Tristan!" she yelled impatiently, after ten minutes of sitting she was getting bored. He was trying to (unsuccessfully of course) lock the door. "Hang on!" he called back and then he heard her starting to sing '100 cups of coffee on the wall'. He locked it knowing this place wouldn't be all unpleasant memories for him now. He hurried to the car and headed to their first destination, the hospital.
"Do you know how much longer?" Tristan asked the receptionist. "No, but fill these out," said the female in a bored tone while snapping her gum annoyingly. Name: Lorelai Leigh Gilmore.and so he finished the forms in time to see a breathless Rory coming down the hall while joking with the doctor how bad she was. "Finally!" she announced with an ear-to-ear grin. "Nice Crutches, Gilmore," he teased. "Watch it DuGrey!" came her sharp- tongued reply. "Is this the one who fractured your ankle?" the doctor interrupted the beginnings of another Gilmore-DuGrey sparring match. "Yes, Tristan this is Doctor Brown, Doctor Brown this is Tristan," they shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Then Dr. Brown explained Rory's ankle situation. She would need crutches for three to four weeks along with her pain medication. As they left the hospital Tristan kept the pace slow for Rory since it was the first time she had ever used crutches, aside from the time she had stolen Lorelai's hoping to get free food with her disability which had failed, but that was a different story, for another time. When they got into the car Tristan announced, "Next Stop: Rory's house and/or Luke's,"
"Oh joy," Rory said sarcastically. "Lighten up," he said smiling at her. "How can I 'lighten up'? My mom is still busy hating me,"
"Rory, this is your mom AND your best friend: Lorelai,"
"She probably hates me still.I'm such an awful daughter!"
"Your not an awful daughter; all parents and their kids argue,"
"I know but it's not 'Gilmore Girl' style," The rest of the car ride was silent-Rory busy thinking about what to say to her mother, and Tristan busy worrying about Rory and Lorelai's relationship. "We're here," he said squeezing her hand tightly. "Thanks," she said grabbing her crutches and hobbled to the door of Luke's. Taking a shaky breath she looked into the diner to see Lorelai sitting on the counter with Luke telling her to get off. Rory opened the door, letting it jangle loudly as she inhaled the scent of Luke's wonderful coffee. Lorelai looked over at the door and stared for a moment. "Hey Mom," she said weakly leaning on her crutches. Lorelai then hopped off the counter closing the gap between mother and daughter. "Rory," she said softly pulling her into a tight embrace amidst the cup of coffee and crutches at Rory's sides. "I'm sorry," Lorelai whispered. "Me too," came Rory's reply. "I don't want to be like Emily, but I am turning into her,"
"You're not,"
"I'm sorry I'm not the best mother in the world anymore,"
"You still are Mom!" Rory protested but Lorelai silenced her for a moment. "Look at me, I've got the best life a thirty-two year-old woman could have- a perfect daughter, an awesome job, a fabulous town that I live in and a wonderful coffee maker.and all I've been is a bitch, honey I'm sorry.I didn't mean to be so un-Lorelai like, when I saw you with Tristan all I could be reminded of was Chris and I, can you forgive me?" Rory nodded making Lorelai grin. "Can I have some coffee?" Rory asked with a smile. "Of course! And you're in crutches! What the hell happened babe?" Lorelai asked as she handed over her coffee cup and motioned Luke to bring some more over. After a sip Rory began to relive the tale for Lorelai. "Well, last night the power went out at about." Lorelai and Rory Gilmore, as mother and daughter were back again as Tristan watched the two interact with each other. Soon after, Rory waved Tristan into the diner and so he entered. "Mom, this is Tristan-Tristan this is my mom, Lorelai," Rory introduced a smile playing on her lips. Lorelai and Tristan played along with her game, making a mutual silent agreement that they were okay with each other. "Hello Miss Gilmore," he said politely flashing a smile at her. "Ick, Lorelai please-Miss Gilmore makes me sound old," Tristan laughed, as did Rory and Lorelai. "Then, Hello Lorelai,"
"Better," she commented suddenly realizing Rory WAS right, Tristan wasn't just an ordinary rich preppy boy, after all.
Chapter 12 coming soon!
Author's Note: I'm sorry I had such a long span of time between chapters.I've
Chapter 11: I'm sorry.
He heard her yelp and quickly made his way up the stairs as she scrambled downstairs. She didn't know he was coming so as she made her way down she tripped over his foot making her tumble down the stairs. "Tristan," she groaned as the pain finally settled and remained constant in her left ankle. "It's okay, Ror I'm here," he said quietly coming down the stairs. "It hurts," she said softly. "Are you okay?"
"It's my ankle," she moaned leaning into Tristan. "I'll go get the First Aid kit." he trailed off as Rory didn't loosen her grip from her hand. "Stay," she begged. "It's all right I'm not going anywhere, Ror,"
"Promise?"
"Promise,"
"I'm sorry," she mumbled her voice muffled by the fabric of Tristan's shirt. "No, I'm sorry Rory. But, look even I'm not ready to go that far yet," he admitted and she snorted. "You mean the all-mighty Tristan DuGrey hasn't 'done' it?"
"No, he hasn't,"
"Good," she said lying on her back, her head on Tristan's lap while they sat for a moment in silence. "That room was where Kyle and I found them,"
"Oh god! I didn't know,"
"I know you didn't, don't worry about it," she sighed tensing slightly as she shifted her weight around. "You okay?" he asked concerned. "My ankle, I think it might be sprained," Tristan groaned. "Your mom's going to kill me,"
"And she's not going to after our little field trip?"
"No, I called her,"
"But.why?" Rory sputtered. "She still cares about you Rory, even if you two did fight,"
"I know, but." she sighed. "She hates me I bet,"
"She loves you Rory,"
"It's so hard to forgive her after all the things she said and did," Rory said seriously. "I know it'll be hard but remember, I love you," he whispered and then kissed her. "I love you too," she whispered back and then soon fell asleep in Tristan's lap jerking every once and in a while as her ankle throbbed.
Her watch read 6:03 AM. The power was back on as she looked around for a moment. She wanted to see the snow so she managed to get up and hobbled over to the window. She leaned up against the windowsill propping her elbows up on it. She cringed as the pain in her ankle, but then she drew in a sharp breath at the beauty of the snow. She felt Tristan's arms wrap around her waist and she leaned back into him. "It's so beautiful," she whispered turning her head slightly to meet his loving gaze. "And so are you," he told Rory kissing her cheek. "Mmm.hmm," she mumbled. "Come on let's go take a look at your ankle," he said helping her to the couch. He grabbed the first aid kit from the coffee table. He took her injured foot and started to wrap it with an ace bandage. "We'll need to go to the hospital," he told her as he wrapped it. "No!" she moaned putting her head into her hands. "It won't be that bad," he teased with a smirk. "Do we have to?" she whined. "Yes, now how about some pancakes and coffee?" he suggested. Her eyes lit up as she whispered. "With chocolate chips?"
"We might have some," he said as he helped her to the kitchen. He began making pancakes and coffee. She watched in amazement. "So, this is why you're mine! Since, Gilmore's don't dare to even try to cook," He grunted in reply. "See! Your turning into Luke!" she said with glee. He was silent as he flipped the pancakes. He then said, "I don't have a backwards baseball hat,"
"Here!" she cried out grabbing a baseball cap from the table. "Oh great," he groaned while she laughed at his sour expression.
After they finished breakfast Tristan gathered all of their stuff while Rory sat waiting in the car. "Tristan!" she yelled impatiently, after ten minutes of sitting she was getting bored. He was trying to (unsuccessfully of course) lock the door. "Hang on!" he called back and then he heard her starting to sing '100 cups of coffee on the wall'. He locked it knowing this place wouldn't be all unpleasant memories for him now. He hurried to the car and headed to their first destination, the hospital.
"Do you know how much longer?" Tristan asked the receptionist. "No, but fill these out," said the female in a bored tone while snapping her gum annoyingly. Name: Lorelai Leigh Gilmore.and so he finished the forms in time to see a breathless Rory coming down the hall while joking with the doctor how bad she was. "Finally!" she announced with an ear-to-ear grin. "Nice Crutches, Gilmore," he teased. "Watch it DuGrey!" came her sharp- tongued reply. "Is this the one who fractured your ankle?" the doctor interrupted the beginnings of another Gilmore-DuGrey sparring match. "Yes, Tristan this is Doctor Brown, Doctor Brown this is Tristan," they shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Then Dr. Brown explained Rory's ankle situation. She would need crutches for three to four weeks along with her pain medication. As they left the hospital Tristan kept the pace slow for Rory since it was the first time she had ever used crutches, aside from the time she had stolen Lorelai's hoping to get free food with her disability which had failed, but that was a different story, for another time. When they got into the car Tristan announced, "Next Stop: Rory's house and/or Luke's,"
"Oh joy," Rory said sarcastically. "Lighten up," he said smiling at her. "How can I 'lighten up'? My mom is still busy hating me,"
"Rory, this is your mom AND your best friend: Lorelai,"
"She probably hates me still.I'm such an awful daughter!"
"Your not an awful daughter; all parents and their kids argue,"
"I know but it's not 'Gilmore Girl' style," The rest of the car ride was silent-Rory busy thinking about what to say to her mother, and Tristan busy worrying about Rory and Lorelai's relationship. "We're here," he said squeezing her hand tightly. "Thanks," she said grabbing her crutches and hobbled to the door of Luke's. Taking a shaky breath she looked into the diner to see Lorelai sitting on the counter with Luke telling her to get off. Rory opened the door, letting it jangle loudly as she inhaled the scent of Luke's wonderful coffee. Lorelai looked over at the door and stared for a moment. "Hey Mom," she said weakly leaning on her crutches. Lorelai then hopped off the counter closing the gap between mother and daughter. "Rory," she said softly pulling her into a tight embrace amidst the cup of coffee and crutches at Rory's sides. "I'm sorry," Lorelai whispered. "Me too," came Rory's reply. "I don't want to be like Emily, but I am turning into her,"
"You're not,"
"I'm sorry I'm not the best mother in the world anymore,"
"You still are Mom!" Rory protested but Lorelai silenced her for a moment. "Look at me, I've got the best life a thirty-two year-old woman could have- a perfect daughter, an awesome job, a fabulous town that I live in and a wonderful coffee maker.and all I've been is a bitch, honey I'm sorry.I didn't mean to be so un-Lorelai like, when I saw you with Tristan all I could be reminded of was Chris and I, can you forgive me?" Rory nodded making Lorelai grin. "Can I have some coffee?" Rory asked with a smile. "Of course! And you're in crutches! What the hell happened babe?" Lorelai asked as she handed over her coffee cup and motioned Luke to bring some more over. After a sip Rory began to relive the tale for Lorelai. "Well, last night the power went out at about." Lorelai and Rory Gilmore, as mother and daughter were back again as Tristan watched the two interact with each other. Soon after, Rory waved Tristan into the diner and so he entered. "Mom, this is Tristan-Tristan this is my mom, Lorelai," Rory introduced a smile playing on her lips. Lorelai and Tristan played along with her game, making a mutual silent agreement that they were okay with each other. "Hello Miss Gilmore," he said politely flashing a smile at her. "Ick, Lorelai please-Miss Gilmore makes me sound old," Tristan laughed, as did Rory and Lorelai. "Then, Hello Lorelai,"
"Better," she commented suddenly realizing Rory WAS right, Tristan wasn't just an ordinary rich preppy boy, after all.
Chapter 12 coming soon!