Title: The Waiting Room
Summary: Tristan comes back to Chilton, creating an awkward situation for Rory and Dean. What event will drive Rory into Tristan's arms?
Pairings: R/D, R/T, L/L
Rating: As of now, PG-13
Genre: Romance/Angst
Spoilers: I suppose up to "Run Away Little Boy", and if the mood strikes me, anything up to "Teach Me Tonight". Maybe, maybe not.
Disclaimer: Amy Sherman Palladino and the folks at the WB own everything to do with Gilmore Girls. Webster owns the words.
Distribution: Ask first, my darlings. But I'll most likely give you permission, unless I'm feeling bitchy.
Feedback: Wow. I love all these reviews, I feel so BLESSED. Please keep it up, and review my song-fics too, "So Far Away" and "Trouble". Thanks for your idea for the words, Bess. I kind of had one in mind, but I included one of your ideas. Read on…….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
********************************Chapter Three: Kind Of Addictive********************************
"Alright, which team has not picked a word?"
Rory lifted her hand up timidly, glancing around and noticing she was the only one.
"Ms. Gilmore, Mr. Dugrey, you had no ideas?" The teacher asked sternly, peering at them through her coke bottle glasses.
"No, I had ideas, she just didn't like any of them," Tristan shrugged. "What can I say? She's stubborn."
"TRISTAN!" Rory threatened. "We had a hard time choosing between our options." She explained apologetically as she turned back to the teacher.
"Then I suppose, after I find out the other groups choices, I will pick something for you."
"BLESSED?" Tristan groaned as the teacher left the room to go to the office. "What the hell are we supposed to do with BLESSED."
"I don't know," Rory sighed, rubbing her temples in an attempt to drive the headache out. The two of them sat in the corner of the classroom, the other teams around them working diligently. Tristan, however, refused to stop bitching about what he called "a lousy excuse for a word".
"Do a film about a priest? Oh, wait, we can't, all the priests in the world are molesters."
"Shut up, Tristan."
"Maybe we could do a project about the fact that rich people are BLESSED. You can come to my house after school, film my mother flitting about around all our antiques and my father boasting about the millions he made in the stock market!" Tristan yelled in frustration. "What the hell are we supposed to do with BLESSED?"
"Would you two stop arguing?" Paris moaned. "We are trying to work!"
"Can you tell me what om-neea-potkant means again?" Chris asked, scratching his head.
"OMNIPOTENT!" Paris whined. A small smile clicked onto Rory's tired face, and a smirk onto Tristan's.
"They're worse than we are, you know?" Rory giggled softly.
"I think so."
"Alright," Rory sighed. "Can you come to Stars Hollow again today?"
Tristan shook his head. "Can't."
"Mind telling me why?" Rory asked after she realized that was all the explanation Tristan was willing to give.
"Friday night." He said simply. Rory rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Brainstorm at your house, or a party or wherever, I will at mine, and maybe we'll get an inspiration."
Tristan whimpered, "Inspiration! Even that would be better than BLESSED!"
Rory got off the bus at Stars Hollow that day after school, stumbling a bit as her nose was still buried in her bulky book.
"Oomph," She let out air as she ran into Dean, dropping the book. It landed with a thud on the sidewalk.
"Sorry, Rory," he said apologetically, bending over and picking it up. "Are you okay?" He asked as he handed it to her.
"Yeah," She said. "What are you doing here, don't you have to work?"
Dean shrugged innocently. "Just thought I'd come see you before I go."
"He's not coming today, Dean," Rory sighed in frustration, knowing the true reason for his appearance.
"Who?" Dean asked.
"I'm going to the diner, I need coffee," Rory sighed, pecking him on the cheek. "Go work, you'll be late." Dean glanced at his watch and hastily ran off to the market.
Rory watched him go, marveling at his jealousy, then turned and walked to the diner.
"Mom!" She said happily.
"I punished Michel for his rudeness and he's taking over for me tonight," Lorelai said without turning her head from Luke. "Please?"
Luke frowned. "You know how much of this is in your blood?"
"If you don't give it to me I'll get a bad headache and you do NOT want a cranky, coffee deprived Lorelai around."
"Please refrain from referring to yourself in the third person."
"Shush. Lorelai doesn't like to be made fun of. Rory, Lorelai demands a movie night. Luke, Lorelai needs coffee."
Luke just stared at her. "You know, you really aren't funny."
Lorelai frowned, "Not funny to you, maybe, but in my world I am QUEEN."
"Jess, coffee?" Rory asked quietly as she watched the two of them bicker. Jess obligingly poured her a mug full and Rory took a deep sip.
"WHERE did you get that?" Lorelai asked angrily.
Rory shrugged innocently, "Don't know. It just appeared. The coffee Gods love me more than they love you."
"WRONG!" Lorelai yelled loudly, filling the diner with her shrieking voice.
"See what you cause?" Rory pouted. "I'll have to put up with this woman tonight."
"Don't talk about your mother that way, young grasshopper," Lorelai rambled on. "It's not nice. I never talked to my mother like that. Well, I did, but I only did it behind her back because she had a big temper—"
Luke poured her a cup of coffee. "Happy now?"
"Sure thing, Lukey darling!"
Jess laughed, "Comical, comical."
"Quiet," Lorelai murmured. "You little punk."
"Luke, did you hear what she called me?"
"Yes," Luke said gruffly.
"That's damaging to my self-esteem." Jess whined.
"But it's true!" Lorelai said bluntly.
Jess paused, then shrugged in acceptance. "Maybe."
Rory watched this, amused. "So did I hear you say movie night, Mom?"
"Yep. I'm in need. Must watch something funny."
"There's not enough comedy in your life?" Luke asked, bewildered.
"I'm not funny to myself, I'm only funny to others. Except you!" Lorelai said, as if that was perfectly rational. "See, a duck walks into a bar—"
Luke asked quickly, "More coffee?"
Summary: Tristan comes back to Chilton, creating an awkward situation for Rory and Dean. What event will drive Rory into Tristan's arms?
Pairings: R/D, R/T, L/L
Rating: As of now, PG-13
Genre: Romance/Angst
Spoilers: I suppose up to "Run Away Little Boy", and if the mood strikes me, anything up to "Teach Me Tonight". Maybe, maybe not.
Disclaimer: Amy Sherman Palladino and the folks at the WB own everything to do with Gilmore Girls. Webster owns the words.
Distribution: Ask first, my darlings. But I'll most likely give you permission, unless I'm feeling bitchy.
Feedback: Wow. I love all these reviews, I feel so BLESSED. Please keep it up, and review my song-fics too, "So Far Away" and "Trouble". Thanks for your idea for the words, Bess. I kind of had one in mind, but I included one of your ideas. Read on…….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
********************************Chapter Three: Kind Of Addictive********************************
"Alright, which team has not picked a word?"
Rory lifted her hand up timidly, glancing around and noticing she was the only one.
"Ms. Gilmore, Mr. Dugrey, you had no ideas?" The teacher asked sternly, peering at them through her coke bottle glasses.
"No, I had ideas, she just didn't like any of them," Tristan shrugged. "What can I say? She's stubborn."
"TRISTAN!" Rory threatened. "We had a hard time choosing between our options." She explained apologetically as she turned back to the teacher.
"Then I suppose, after I find out the other groups choices, I will pick something for you."
"BLESSED?" Tristan groaned as the teacher left the room to go to the office. "What the hell are we supposed to do with BLESSED."
"I don't know," Rory sighed, rubbing her temples in an attempt to drive the headache out. The two of them sat in the corner of the classroom, the other teams around them working diligently. Tristan, however, refused to stop bitching about what he called "a lousy excuse for a word".
"Do a film about a priest? Oh, wait, we can't, all the priests in the world are molesters."
"Shut up, Tristan."
"Maybe we could do a project about the fact that rich people are BLESSED. You can come to my house after school, film my mother flitting about around all our antiques and my father boasting about the millions he made in the stock market!" Tristan yelled in frustration. "What the hell are we supposed to do with BLESSED?"
"Would you two stop arguing?" Paris moaned. "We are trying to work!"
"Can you tell me what om-neea-potkant means again?" Chris asked, scratching his head.
"OMNIPOTENT!" Paris whined. A small smile clicked onto Rory's tired face, and a smirk onto Tristan's.
"They're worse than we are, you know?" Rory giggled softly.
"I think so."
"Alright," Rory sighed. "Can you come to Stars Hollow again today?"
Tristan shook his head. "Can't."
"Mind telling me why?" Rory asked after she realized that was all the explanation Tristan was willing to give.
"Friday night." He said simply. Rory rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Brainstorm at your house, or a party or wherever, I will at mine, and maybe we'll get an inspiration."
Tristan whimpered, "Inspiration! Even that would be better than BLESSED!"
Rory got off the bus at Stars Hollow that day after school, stumbling a bit as her nose was still buried in her bulky book.
"Oomph," She let out air as she ran into Dean, dropping the book. It landed with a thud on the sidewalk.
"Sorry, Rory," he said apologetically, bending over and picking it up. "Are you okay?" He asked as he handed it to her.
"Yeah," She said. "What are you doing here, don't you have to work?"
Dean shrugged innocently. "Just thought I'd come see you before I go."
"He's not coming today, Dean," Rory sighed in frustration, knowing the true reason for his appearance.
"Who?" Dean asked.
"I'm going to the diner, I need coffee," Rory sighed, pecking him on the cheek. "Go work, you'll be late." Dean glanced at his watch and hastily ran off to the market.
Rory watched him go, marveling at his jealousy, then turned and walked to the diner.
"Mom!" She said happily.
"I punished Michel for his rudeness and he's taking over for me tonight," Lorelai said without turning her head from Luke. "Please?"
Luke frowned. "You know how much of this is in your blood?"
"If you don't give it to me I'll get a bad headache and you do NOT want a cranky, coffee deprived Lorelai around."
"Please refrain from referring to yourself in the third person."
"Shush. Lorelai doesn't like to be made fun of. Rory, Lorelai demands a movie night. Luke, Lorelai needs coffee."
Luke just stared at her. "You know, you really aren't funny."
Lorelai frowned, "Not funny to you, maybe, but in my world I am QUEEN."
"Jess, coffee?" Rory asked quietly as she watched the two of them bicker. Jess obligingly poured her a mug full and Rory took a deep sip.
"WHERE did you get that?" Lorelai asked angrily.
Rory shrugged innocently, "Don't know. It just appeared. The coffee Gods love me more than they love you."
"WRONG!" Lorelai yelled loudly, filling the diner with her shrieking voice.
"See what you cause?" Rory pouted. "I'll have to put up with this woman tonight."
"Don't talk about your mother that way, young grasshopper," Lorelai rambled on. "It's not nice. I never talked to my mother like that. Well, I did, but I only did it behind her back because she had a big temper—"
Luke poured her a cup of coffee. "Happy now?"
"Sure thing, Lukey darling!"
Jess laughed, "Comical, comical."
"Quiet," Lorelai murmured. "You little punk."
"Luke, did you hear what she called me?"
"Yes," Luke said gruffly.
"That's damaging to my self-esteem." Jess whined.
"But it's true!" Lorelai said bluntly.
Jess paused, then shrugged in acceptance. "Maybe."
Rory watched this, amused. "So did I hear you say movie night, Mom?"
"Yep. I'm in need. Must watch something funny."
"There's not enough comedy in your life?" Luke asked, bewildered.
"I'm not funny to myself, I'm only funny to others. Except you!" Lorelai said, as if that was perfectly rational. "See, a duck walks into a bar—"
Luke asked quickly, "More coffee?"