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:
Please? Pretty please? I'll try and give you something good to review about.
And I got my first non-positive review! Although it took me awhile to understand it. I'll try not to overdo the funniness if you think it's too much, okay?
Also, the plot I was planning to do. Now, I realize it's been done A LOT, so I'm minimalizing (that's not a word. But whatever) it in the scheme of my story, which is why I changed Angst to Humor. The Angsty bit I was planning to focus the story around is close to what is overused, yet still a little different, so I am using it. I realize this paragraph makes no sense, but hopefully you can decipher it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***********************Chapter Seven: A Morning Denial***********************
"She seems sweet," Rory noted as she and Lorelai left the diner and began their trek home. Lorelai nodded over her coffee cup.
She swallowed deeply and commented, "Yes, she does. Perfect for Jess, too." Lorelai had warmed up to Jess, and now treated him as she did Luke, meaning that she was constantly annoying him.
Rory agreed with this, remember the pleasant argument that Jillian and Jess had had over a novel. "I think so."
"Whatcha thinking?" Lorelai asked, evaluating her daughter's musing face. "A little jealous?"
"Mother, no!" Rory protested. "I don't think of Jess like that. Besides, it would be gross to date my soon to be cousin in law."
"What?" Lorelai exclaimed. "Ewww!" Rory ran from her protesting voice into the house.
"What the heck is that?" Rory yelled as she entered the kitchen the next morning, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Is that the doorbell?" Lorelai moaned as she stumbled down the stairs.
"Certainly sounds like it," Rory said. "But WHY?"
"It's 8 in the morning. Doorbells aren't allowed to work that early," Lorelai agreed as the pair staggered towards the door.
"Devil spawn!" Lorelai spat as she opened the door and caught sight of Tristan.
"What are you DOING here?" Rory yawned.
"Nice PJs," Tristan smirked as he looked at Rory's tiny pink shorts and coffee-cup printed tank-top.
"Shut up and go away," Rory moaned, attempting to close the door.
Tristan stopped it with his hand, "I figured we could work all day today," he told her. "And you have my camera."
"We played with it," Lorelai told him, causing a look of horror to cross his face. "Come back in 2 hours. With coffee. From Luke's."
The door slammed shut in his face. He internalized the instructions Lorelai had given him, but assumed she was kidding.
Tristan called through the door as he realized they weren't going to open it again. "I'll just wait out here, then?"
"So, you're still here?" Lorelai asked as she opened the door about an hour later.
"You said two," Tristan commented, glancing at his watch.
"I couldn't go back to bed, after my beauty-sleep was so rudely interrupted." She smiled gleefully as she spied the coffee cups next to him. "Warm?"
"Should be," He nodded, handing her one.
"You are ¼ forgiven," Lorelai smiled at him. "I suppose you can come on in."
"Thanks?" He questioned as he followed her in. "Where's Rory?"
"Ahh, she had the wonderful ability to be able to fall back asleep after an stupid boy knocks on our door."
"So Dean comes early often?" Tristan cracked.
"Shush!" Lorelai commanded him. "Not smart."
"Right," Tristan nodded agreeably.
"Sit." She pointed to the chair in the living room. Tristan obligingly sat. "Speak."
"Uhh…." Tristan paused. "About what?"
"From what my darling daughter tells me, you are Satan Spawn."
Tristan stayed quiet, "Ummm, my father is a lawyer and my mother is a housewife?" he said hopefully.
"Wrong answer," Lorelai said in a disappointed tone.
"What was the question?"
"You are Evil Tristan."
"Still not a question."
"Be patient."
"Right."
"You are a bad, bad Bible Boy."
"I think we've established the fact you think I'm evil." Tristan sighed.
"Have we NOT have the discussion about interrupting? And you wonder why I call you evil." Tristan exaggeratedly pouted. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I am not swayed by looks."
"Damn, you are the only one who isn't," Tristan complained, running one hand through his hair.
"Rory isn't!" Lorelai exclaimed gleefully. Tristan took this accurate information in with a shrug. "So, that's why I wanted you to tell me."
"That….Rory finds me not attractive?"
"Tristan, Tristan. Don't play games with me. May I ask why you are over here?"
"I need an A."
"Again, wrong answer. You like Rory."
"Rory's a friend," Tristan protested.
"See, she's not. You can't consider someone a friend you tortured."
"I did not torture Rory."
"What do you feel would be a more appropriate term?"
"Teased."
"Harassed."
"Kidded."
"Was mean to."
"Playfully joked with."
"Alright, shut up. Just know this, Abercrombie boy: I'm watching you."
Rory interrupted this conversation as she entered the room. "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: 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:
Please? Pretty please? I'll try and give you something good to review about.
And I got my first non-positive review! Although it took me awhile to understand it. I'll try not to overdo the funniness if you think it's too much, okay?
Also, the plot I was planning to do. Now, I realize it's been done A LOT, so I'm minimalizing (that's not a word. But whatever) it in the scheme of my story, which is why I changed Angst to Humor. The Angsty bit I was planning to focus the story around is close to what is overused, yet still a little different, so I am using it. I realize this paragraph makes no sense, but hopefully you can decipher it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***********************Chapter Seven: A Morning Denial***********************
"She seems sweet," Rory noted as she and Lorelai left the diner and began their trek home. Lorelai nodded over her coffee cup.
She swallowed deeply and commented, "Yes, she does. Perfect for Jess, too." Lorelai had warmed up to Jess, and now treated him as she did Luke, meaning that she was constantly annoying him.
Rory agreed with this, remember the pleasant argument that Jillian and Jess had had over a novel. "I think so."
"Whatcha thinking?" Lorelai asked, evaluating her daughter's musing face. "A little jealous?"
"Mother, no!" Rory protested. "I don't think of Jess like that. Besides, it would be gross to date my soon to be cousin in law."
"What?" Lorelai exclaimed. "Ewww!" Rory ran from her protesting voice into the house.
"What the heck is that?" Rory yelled as she entered the kitchen the next morning, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Is that the doorbell?" Lorelai moaned as she stumbled down the stairs.
"Certainly sounds like it," Rory said. "But WHY?"
"It's 8 in the morning. Doorbells aren't allowed to work that early," Lorelai agreed as the pair staggered towards the door.
"Devil spawn!" Lorelai spat as she opened the door and caught sight of Tristan.
"What are you DOING here?" Rory yawned.
"Nice PJs," Tristan smirked as he looked at Rory's tiny pink shorts and coffee-cup printed tank-top.
"Shut up and go away," Rory moaned, attempting to close the door.
Tristan stopped it with his hand, "I figured we could work all day today," he told her. "And you have my camera."
"We played with it," Lorelai told him, causing a look of horror to cross his face. "Come back in 2 hours. With coffee. From Luke's."
The door slammed shut in his face. He internalized the instructions Lorelai had given him, but assumed she was kidding.
Tristan called through the door as he realized they weren't going to open it again. "I'll just wait out here, then?"
"So, you're still here?" Lorelai asked as she opened the door about an hour later.
"You said two," Tristan commented, glancing at his watch.
"I couldn't go back to bed, after my beauty-sleep was so rudely interrupted." She smiled gleefully as she spied the coffee cups next to him. "Warm?"
"Should be," He nodded, handing her one.
"You are ¼ forgiven," Lorelai smiled at him. "I suppose you can come on in."
"Thanks?" He questioned as he followed her in. "Where's Rory?"
"Ahh, she had the wonderful ability to be able to fall back asleep after an stupid boy knocks on our door."
"So Dean comes early often?" Tristan cracked.
"Shush!" Lorelai commanded him. "Not smart."
"Right," Tristan nodded agreeably.
"Sit." She pointed to the chair in the living room. Tristan obligingly sat. "Speak."
"Uhh…." Tristan paused. "About what?"
"From what my darling daughter tells me, you are Satan Spawn."
Tristan stayed quiet, "Ummm, my father is a lawyer and my mother is a housewife?" he said hopefully.
"Wrong answer," Lorelai said in a disappointed tone.
"What was the question?"
"You are Evil Tristan."
"Still not a question."
"Be patient."
"Right."
"You are a bad, bad Bible Boy."
"I think we've established the fact you think I'm evil." Tristan sighed.
"Have we NOT have the discussion about interrupting? And you wonder why I call you evil." Tristan exaggeratedly pouted. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I am not swayed by looks."
"Damn, you are the only one who isn't," Tristan complained, running one hand through his hair.
"Rory isn't!" Lorelai exclaimed gleefully. Tristan took this accurate information in with a shrug. "So, that's why I wanted you to tell me."
"That….Rory finds me not attractive?"
"Tristan, Tristan. Don't play games with me. May I ask why you are over here?"
"I need an A."
"Again, wrong answer. You like Rory."
"Rory's a friend," Tristan protested.
"See, she's not. You can't consider someone a friend you tortured."
"I did not torture Rory."
"What do you feel would be a more appropriate term?"
"Teased."
"Harassed."
"Kidded."
"Was mean to."
"Playfully joked with."
"Alright, shut up. Just know this, Abercrombie boy: I'm watching you."
Rory interrupted this conversation as she entered the room. "COFFEE."