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: I own nothing that has appeared on Gilmore Girls.
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, LOL!
Feedback: Yes, yes yes! Wow, I figured it out, and I've gotten, like, 10 reviews a chapter! Go me!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***********************Chapter Six: Collisions, Non- Vehicular***********************
"Dean's coming!" Rory whined in desperation, wringing her hands.
"Here? He's coming here?" Lorelai clarified, glancing at Tristan.
"This should be fun," he shrugged, a glint of mischief in his pale blue eyes.
"Shut up, Ken," Lorelai snapped in frustration, anticipating the scene that would occur when Rory's overtly jealous boyfriend would arrive.
"You seem to call me everything but my name," Tristan mused. Rory snorted in laugher. Glancing at her, he shrugged, "Yeah, well."
"We'll just work!" Rory nodded furiously, running into her bedroom.
"On what?" Tristan asked. "We have blessed. The word of idiocy."
"I don't know!" Rory moaned. "I'll get out my books." She exited her bedroom, backpack in hand, tossing a French book at Tristan." Pretend to read something."
"But I don't take French," Tristan said reasonably, glancing at the book cover.
"AHHH!" Rory yelled at him in aggravation.
"Right, read," Tristan said, cowering. He plopped down on the couch, burying his nose in the text.
The doorbell rang, and Rory raced to it. She pulled it open, revealing an out-of-breath Dean.
"Did you RUN here?" Lorelai asked as he entered.
Dean shrugged in a detached way, "I needed the exercise." His eyes perused the chaotic room, narrowing in annoyance as they landed on the seemingly comfortable Tristan. "So, you're still here?" He asked as Lorelai retreated up to her room, mouthing a "good luck" to her daughter.
Tristan glanced at him. "I would have left for some reason?"
Dean scowled. "I just thought maybe you would have realized you aren't welcome here." He casually slung his arm over Rory's tense shoulders in a gesture of protectiveness.
"Am I not welcome here, Rory?" Tristan inquired, getting on his feet. His fists began to clench as he watched Dean's hand tighten on Rory's shoulder.
"We need….to work…." Rory stuttered, her eyes flickering tensely between the two.
"Right," Dean said, looking at the popcorn on the table and the turned-on VCR.
"Mom…was watching Willy Wonka!" Rory spit out as an explanation for the questions her boyfriend didn't voice.
"She was," Tristan said as Dean opened his mouth to protest. Rory threw a look of gratitude at Tristan, but he ignored it.
"Right." Dean pursed his lips. He sat down on the nearby chair, his expression of distrust and jealousy mirroring that of Tristan's.
"So, ummm, we should work now," Rory said to Tristan. "We didn't have a lot of ideas, so—"
"I'm going. I have better things to do." Tristan said abruptly, grabbing his coat. "Call you later," He said to Rory, sneering at Dean as he turned to exit.
"Why was he over here?" Dean said irately as the sound of the front door slamming reached their ears. "You said you and your mother were having a movie night!"
"He just showed up! With a camera, we were working," Rory stumbled over her words, recoiling at the enraged look on Dean's face. "But since he's gone, we could watch a movie or something…." She suggested, anxious to sedate the fuming Dean.
"No, thanks," Dean shook his head. "I'm not in the mood." Unknowingly following Tristan's example, he stomped out the door and slammed it behind him.
"Ouch," Lorelai commented as she walked back down the stairs after she had obviously been eavesdropping.
"No kidding," Rory sighed in relief that the two were gone and nothing serious had occurred.
"Movie?"
"Coffee."
"Understood," Lorelai nodded. The two exited their home and began traveling towards Luke's.
"Shh," Rory hissed as they approached the diner. Jess was speaking with a tall, pretty blonde outside. The two entered the diner, hand in hand.
"Fun!" Rory exclaimed, her and Lorelai bounding towards the diner.
"Hello, all!" Lorelai exclaimed as they entered the diner. "Hi, you must be Jillian!" She said to the girl with Jess. She smiled gleefully as they shook hands. "Nice to meet you."
"Good God, no," Jess closed his eyes.
Rory tapped him on the forehead, "That's not going to make us disappear."
"You said movie night! You never leave the house during a movie night!" he complained.
"Ah, we must more often. It appears interesting things go on when we're not here." Lorelai mused.
"You must be Lorelai and Rory," Jillian smiled. "I was hoping to meet you."
"We're fun to meet," Rory nodded. "Although Jess doesn't seem to think so."
"Stay away from them," Luke told Jillian. "They're crazy."
"Hey!" Lorelai protested. "Those with mental illness should be permitted the same consideration others in society get also!"
Luke just stared at her. "I retract my former statement. You're insane."
"The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success!" Lorelai said in a singsong voice, wagging one at Luke.
"They're amusing when they argue," Rory told Jillian, who was looking at the two with interest. "Pure comedy."
The girl nodded, "Jess told me."
"So how long have you two been—"
"No!" Jess protested. "Don't answer anything, Jillian. Leave her alone." He turned to Rory
"What?" She asked innocently. "I wasn't planning to tie her to a chair, shine a bright light on her face, and ask her multiple times where Elvis is."
"I wouldn't put it past you," Jess sighed.
"It's okay, Jess," his girlfriend laughed gaily. "I'm game for an interrogation."
"Five minutes with her and you'll be in a straight jacket," Jess warned her affectionately.
"Go get me coffee," Rory ordered him. "Girl talk." He sighed and went to pour it, and Rory turned eagerly to Jillian. "Alright, tell me everything."
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: I own nothing that has appeared on Gilmore Girls.
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, LOL!
Feedback: Yes, yes yes! Wow, I figured it out, and I've gotten, like, 10 reviews a chapter! Go me!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***********************Chapter Six: Collisions, Non- Vehicular***********************
"Dean's coming!" Rory whined in desperation, wringing her hands.
"Here? He's coming here?" Lorelai clarified, glancing at Tristan.
"This should be fun," he shrugged, a glint of mischief in his pale blue eyes.
"Shut up, Ken," Lorelai snapped in frustration, anticipating the scene that would occur when Rory's overtly jealous boyfriend would arrive.
"You seem to call me everything but my name," Tristan mused. Rory snorted in laugher. Glancing at her, he shrugged, "Yeah, well."
"We'll just work!" Rory nodded furiously, running into her bedroom.
"On what?" Tristan asked. "We have blessed. The word of idiocy."
"I don't know!" Rory moaned. "I'll get out my books." She exited her bedroom, backpack in hand, tossing a French book at Tristan." Pretend to read something."
"But I don't take French," Tristan said reasonably, glancing at the book cover.
"AHHH!" Rory yelled at him in aggravation.
"Right, read," Tristan said, cowering. He plopped down on the couch, burying his nose in the text.
The doorbell rang, and Rory raced to it. She pulled it open, revealing an out-of-breath Dean.
"Did you RUN here?" Lorelai asked as he entered.
Dean shrugged in a detached way, "I needed the exercise." His eyes perused the chaotic room, narrowing in annoyance as they landed on the seemingly comfortable Tristan. "So, you're still here?" He asked as Lorelai retreated up to her room, mouthing a "good luck" to her daughter.
Tristan glanced at him. "I would have left for some reason?"
Dean scowled. "I just thought maybe you would have realized you aren't welcome here." He casually slung his arm over Rory's tense shoulders in a gesture of protectiveness.
"Am I not welcome here, Rory?" Tristan inquired, getting on his feet. His fists began to clench as he watched Dean's hand tighten on Rory's shoulder.
"We need….to work…." Rory stuttered, her eyes flickering tensely between the two.
"Right," Dean said, looking at the popcorn on the table and the turned-on VCR.
"Mom…was watching Willy Wonka!" Rory spit out as an explanation for the questions her boyfriend didn't voice.
"She was," Tristan said as Dean opened his mouth to protest. Rory threw a look of gratitude at Tristan, but he ignored it.
"Right." Dean pursed his lips. He sat down on the nearby chair, his expression of distrust and jealousy mirroring that of Tristan's.
"So, ummm, we should work now," Rory said to Tristan. "We didn't have a lot of ideas, so—"
"I'm going. I have better things to do." Tristan said abruptly, grabbing his coat. "Call you later," He said to Rory, sneering at Dean as he turned to exit.
"Why was he over here?" Dean said irately as the sound of the front door slamming reached their ears. "You said you and your mother were having a movie night!"
"He just showed up! With a camera, we were working," Rory stumbled over her words, recoiling at the enraged look on Dean's face. "But since he's gone, we could watch a movie or something…." She suggested, anxious to sedate the fuming Dean.
"No, thanks," Dean shook his head. "I'm not in the mood." Unknowingly following Tristan's example, he stomped out the door and slammed it behind him.
"Ouch," Lorelai commented as she walked back down the stairs after she had obviously been eavesdropping.
"No kidding," Rory sighed in relief that the two were gone and nothing serious had occurred.
"Movie?"
"Coffee."
"Understood," Lorelai nodded. The two exited their home and began traveling towards Luke's.
"Shh," Rory hissed as they approached the diner. Jess was speaking with a tall, pretty blonde outside. The two entered the diner, hand in hand.
"Fun!" Rory exclaimed, her and Lorelai bounding towards the diner.
"Hello, all!" Lorelai exclaimed as they entered the diner. "Hi, you must be Jillian!" She said to the girl with Jess. She smiled gleefully as they shook hands. "Nice to meet you."
"Good God, no," Jess closed his eyes.
Rory tapped him on the forehead, "That's not going to make us disappear."
"You said movie night! You never leave the house during a movie night!" he complained.
"Ah, we must more often. It appears interesting things go on when we're not here." Lorelai mused.
"You must be Lorelai and Rory," Jillian smiled. "I was hoping to meet you."
"We're fun to meet," Rory nodded. "Although Jess doesn't seem to think so."
"Stay away from them," Luke told Jillian. "They're crazy."
"Hey!" Lorelai protested. "Those with mental illness should be permitted the same consideration others in society get also!"
Luke just stared at her. "I retract my former statement. You're insane."
"The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success!" Lorelai said in a singsong voice, wagging one at Luke.
"They're amusing when they argue," Rory told Jillian, who was looking at the two with interest. "Pure comedy."
The girl nodded, "Jess told me."
"So how long have you two been—"
"No!" Jess protested. "Don't answer anything, Jillian. Leave her alone." He turned to Rory
"What?" She asked innocently. "I wasn't planning to tie her to a chair, shine a bright light on her face, and ask her multiple times where Elvis is."
"I wouldn't put it past you," Jess sighed.
"It's okay, Jess," his girlfriend laughed gaily. "I'm game for an interrogation."
"Five minutes with her and you'll be in a straight jacket," Jess warned her affectionately.
"Go get me coffee," Rory ordered him. "Girl talk." He sighed and went to pour it, and Rory turned eagerly to Jillian. "Alright, tell me everything."