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: Tristan went to military school. Duh, you all know that. That's about it.
Disclaimer:
Distribution: Ask first, my darlings. But I'll most likely give you permission, unless I'm feeling bitchy. Which is often. But whatever, you don't care what I'm like behind the computer, teehee!
Feedback: Please. Please. Please. This is an extraordinary amount of reviews, and I hope you guys keep it up! It's kind of tricked down the last chap, but that may be because it sucked. Oh well, any is something!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
********************************Chapter Five: Expected, So Not********************************
"Abcdefg—"
"You have nothing more interesting to sing then the alphabet song?"
"I'm practicing. Shush," Lorelai said in between P and Q.
Rory sighed as she fast forwarded through the previews.
"Z!" Lorelai finished, gulping down the remainder of her coffee.
"Can we watch the movie now?"
"Cranky, aren't we?" Lorelai asked, curling up on the couch.
Rory shrugged, "Just that dumb project."
"Ah, yes. And when will I get to meet this Evil Tristan?" Lorelai pleaded.
"Most likely soon. This project is huge, and I'm forcing him to work on it, so he's probably going to be in Stars Hollow a lot."
"No good, no good at all," Lorelai mumbled under her breath.
"Dean," Rory deduced.
"No, I wasn't talking about Dean. Why would you say I was talking about Dean? I don't talk about Dean." Lorelai protested.
"I know what you mean," Rory heaved a sigh in anxiety.
"I know you do." Lorelai said. "Just be careful, okay? Keep them far away from each other. Taylor would freak if there was blood on the sidewalk."
Just then, the doorbell rang, and the two of them sighed in frustration. "Movie!" She whined feebly as Lorelai turned it off and got up.
"Hush, child. I will send them away." Lorelai told her. "Even if violence is necessary." She headed to the front door
"Who are you?" She asked abruptly as she opened the door and caught sight of an unknown blonde boy. "I do not appreciate boys, even if they are reasonably attractive boys, to interrupt me in the middle of a viewing of Willy Wonka. Have you seen Willy Wonka?"
"Who is it?" A voice he recognized as Rory's called from inside.
"I'm—" Tristan started, but he was cut off.
"At the moment, I don't care who you are. Have you or have you now seen Willy Wonka?" Tristan was silent for a minute. "It's not that difficult of a question, blondie," Lorelai said impatiently.
"I'm just trying to figure out which answer would be best." Tristan said fretfully.
"Say YES!" Rory ran to the door. "Tristan? What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise.
"This is Tristan?" Lorelai asked.
"You've been discussing me, Mary?" Tristan asked.
"Shut up, Devil Spawn!" Lorelai shushed him. Turning back to her daughter, she whispered, "How do we make him leave?"
"I can go, if you want," Tristan said.
"Are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" Lorelai questioned him irritably.
"No, of course not!" Tristan corrected himself. Rory giggled. "My plans got cancelled for tonight, so I thought we could work," He said to her.
"Oh, he had plans?" Lorelai said.
"It appeared he did," Rory nodded.
"And you're second best?"
"I don't like being second best."
"Evil Tristan appears to see you that way." Lorelai shook her head.
Tristan eyes darted back and forth between the two as they spoke. "I have a video camera?" He said, holding it up.
"Ooh! Shiny!" Lorelai exclaimed, grabbing it from him and retreating into the house. Rory turned and followed her, leaving a very puzzled Tristan on the front porch. He hesitantly walked through the doorway and closed it behind him. He saw them sitting on the couch in the living room, and he entered.
"This is a GOOD camera!" Lorelai exclaimed, inspecting it.
"Only the best," Tristan boasted.
"I thought we made it clear you shouldn't eavesdrop on conversations!" Lorelai instructed him. "Now go make coffee. Kitchen's that way," She pointed.
"You want me to make coffee."
"Every useful man knows how to make coffee. Are you not useful?"
"I'll go make coffee," Tristan said, glancing at the peculiar woman as he went into the kitchen.
"This is a 2003! You know how much these things cost?" Lorelai said loudly.
"Mother," Rory sighed.
"Well it's true!" She argued as Tristan came back into the room, balancing three mugs in his hand.
"Why did you bring three?" Rory asked him.
"Ummm, one for me?" He said guiltily.
"Harumph," Lorelai scoffed. "He comes into our house and drinks our coffee?"
"Well, he did make it. And he brought a new toy," Rory conceded.
"Fine. Sit." Lorelai told Tristan, who obligingly plopped down on the nearby chair.
Gesturing to the camera, Tristan explained, "I bought it after school today."
"Just for the project?" Rory asked in awe. He nodded. Her face instantly changed from admiration to suspicion. "Don't think buying a camera will get you out of working." She threatened.
"The thought never crossed my mind!" Tristan held his hand up in innocence.
"Okay, movie now!" Lorelai begged, flipping it on.
"We aren't going to work?" Tristan asked.
"You can work. Use that pretty head of yours to think. We'll watch the movie," Lorelai instructed him.
"NOOOOO!" Rory cried in aggravation as the phone rang a few minutes into the movie. Tristan had been sent to retrieve popcorn, and Lorelai had gone to the bathroom, so only Rory was left to answer the phone. "What?" She asked irritably as she answered it.
"Well hello to you too!" Dean said on the other end of the line.
"Dean!" Rory said fretfully, seeing Tristan out of the corner of her eye.
"Well, Taylor gave me the night off, and I thought maybe I could come over," Dean said.
"I don't know if that would be such a good idea," Rory objected overanxiously .
"Why not?" Dean asked, the hurt evident in his voice.
"Do you guys want butter or--?" Tristan asked as he walked over.
"Who's that?" Dean asked, his voice rising.
"Umm, Tristan." Rory said, throwing the topic of conversation a look full of venom that made him visibly recoil.
"What is he doing THERE?" Rory's boyfriend shouted heatedly.
Rory winced at the loud tone that hit her ear, "We were working." She mimed slitting her throat as Lorelai walked down the stairs.
"I'm coming over."
"No, Dean, please…." Rory protested, but he had already hung up. Moaning furiously, she yelled as she put down the phone, "Don't invitations mean anything anymore?"
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: Tristan went to military school. Duh, you all know that. That's about it.
Disclaimer:
Distribution: Ask first, my darlings. But I'll most likely give you permission, unless I'm feeling bitchy. Which is often. But whatever, you don't care what I'm like behind the computer, teehee!
Feedback: Please. Please. Please. This is an extraordinary amount of reviews, and I hope you guys keep it up! It's kind of tricked down the last chap, but that may be because it sucked. Oh well, any is something!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
********************************Chapter Five: Expected, So Not********************************
"Abcdefg—"
"You have nothing more interesting to sing then the alphabet song?"
"I'm practicing. Shush," Lorelai said in between P and Q.
Rory sighed as she fast forwarded through the previews.
"Z!" Lorelai finished, gulping down the remainder of her coffee.
"Can we watch the movie now?"
"Cranky, aren't we?" Lorelai asked, curling up on the couch.
Rory shrugged, "Just that dumb project."
"Ah, yes. And when will I get to meet this Evil Tristan?" Lorelai pleaded.
"Most likely soon. This project is huge, and I'm forcing him to work on it, so he's probably going to be in Stars Hollow a lot."
"No good, no good at all," Lorelai mumbled under her breath.
"Dean," Rory deduced.
"No, I wasn't talking about Dean. Why would you say I was talking about Dean? I don't talk about Dean." Lorelai protested.
"I know what you mean," Rory heaved a sigh in anxiety.
"I know you do." Lorelai said. "Just be careful, okay? Keep them far away from each other. Taylor would freak if there was blood on the sidewalk."
Just then, the doorbell rang, and the two of them sighed in frustration. "Movie!" She whined feebly as Lorelai turned it off and got up.
"Hush, child. I will send them away." Lorelai told her. "Even if violence is necessary." She headed to the front door
"Who are you?" She asked abruptly as she opened the door and caught sight of an unknown blonde boy. "I do not appreciate boys, even if they are reasonably attractive boys, to interrupt me in the middle of a viewing of Willy Wonka. Have you seen Willy Wonka?"
"Who is it?" A voice he recognized as Rory's called from inside.
"I'm—" Tristan started, but he was cut off.
"At the moment, I don't care who you are. Have you or have you now seen Willy Wonka?" Tristan was silent for a minute. "It's not that difficult of a question, blondie," Lorelai said impatiently.
"I'm just trying to figure out which answer would be best." Tristan said fretfully.
"Say YES!" Rory ran to the door. "Tristan? What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise.
"This is Tristan?" Lorelai asked.
"You've been discussing me, Mary?" Tristan asked.
"Shut up, Devil Spawn!" Lorelai shushed him. Turning back to her daughter, she whispered, "How do we make him leave?"
"I can go, if you want," Tristan said.
"Are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" Lorelai questioned him irritably.
"No, of course not!" Tristan corrected himself. Rory giggled. "My plans got cancelled for tonight, so I thought we could work," He said to her.
"Oh, he had plans?" Lorelai said.
"It appeared he did," Rory nodded.
"And you're second best?"
"I don't like being second best."
"Evil Tristan appears to see you that way." Lorelai shook her head.
Tristan eyes darted back and forth between the two as they spoke. "I have a video camera?" He said, holding it up.
"Ooh! Shiny!" Lorelai exclaimed, grabbing it from him and retreating into the house. Rory turned and followed her, leaving a very puzzled Tristan on the front porch. He hesitantly walked through the doorway and closed it behind him. He saw them sitting on the couch in the living room, and he entered.
"This is a GOOD camera!" Lorelai exclaimed, inspecting it.
"Only the best," Tristan boasted.
"I thought we made it clear you shouldn't eavesdrop on conversations!" Lorelai instructed him. "Now go make coffee. Kitchen's that way," She pointed.
"You want me to make coffee."
"Every useful man knows how to make coffee. Are you not useful?"
"I'll go make coffee," Tristan said, glancing at the peculiar woman as he went into the kitchen.
"This is a 2003! You know how much these things cost?" Lorelai said loudly.
"Mother," Rory sighed.
"Well it's true!" She argued as Tristan came back into the room, balancing three mugs in his hand.
"Why did you bring three?" Rory asked him.
"Ummm, one for me?" He said guiltily.
"Harumph," Lorelai scoffed. "He comes into our house and drinks our coffee?"
"Well, he did make it. And he brought a new toy," Rory conceded.
"Fine. Sit." Lorelai told Tristan, who obligingly plopped down on the nearby chair.
Gesturing to the camera, Tristan explained, "I bought it after school today."
"Just for the project?" Rory asked in awe. He nodded. Her face instantly changed from admiration to suspicion. "Don't think buying a camera will get you out of working." She threatened.
"The thought never crossed my mind!" Tristan held his hand up in innocence.
"Okay, movie now!" Lorelai begged, flipping it on.
"We aren't going to work?" Tristan asked.
"You can work. Use that pretty head of yours to think. We'll watch the movie," Lorelai instructed him.
"NOOOOO!" Rory cried in aggravation as the phone rang a few minutes into the movie. Tristan had been sent to retrieve popcorn, and Lorelai had gone to the bathroom, so only Rory was left to answer the phone. "What?" She asked irritably as she answered it.
"Well hello to you too!" Dean said on the other end of the line.
"Dean!" Rory said fretfully, seeing Tristan out of the corner of her eye.
"Well, Taylor gave me the night off, and I thought maybe I could come over," Dean said.
"I don't know if that would be such a good idea," Rory objected overanxiously .
"Why not?" Dean asked, the hurt evident in his voice.
"Do you guys want butter or--?" Tristan asked as he walked over.
"Who's that?" Dean asked, his voice rising.
"Umm, Tristan." Rory said, throwing the topic of conversation a look full of venom that made him visibly recoil.
"What is he doing THERE?" Rory's boyfriend shouted heatedly.
Rory winced at the loud tone that hit her ear, "We were working." She mimed slitting her throat as Lorelai walked down the stairs.
"I'm coming over."
"No, Dean, please…." Rory protested, but he had already hung up. Moaning furiously, she yelled as she put down the phone, "Don't invitations mean anything anymore?"