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/Humor
Spoilers: Tristan went to military school. Duh, you all know that. That's about it.
Disclaimer: Own nothing, don't sue.
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
Author's Note: I am SO SO sorry about the huge delay. Your reviews were all amazing, thank you so much! But I read them and got a little anxious, because the video-camera was not supposed to be a big thing, and you were all expecting something huge and funny and I didn't think I could deliver. I don't think I have, but I tried. Again, please forgive me for the months of waiting! God, half a year. I suck. I deserve to be flogged. And beaten. And tied to a tree, tracks, naked, covered in honey, where there are bears. Big, big bears. I know how much I hate it when people don't update, and I've become something I despise! Please forgive me.
Oh, and to gohuskers8604, Huskers ROCK! My dad used to play for them.
Some of you might get the references I'm starting to put in this story, some of you won't. They amuse me, so I'm keeping them. I don't own the quotes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***********************Chapter Nine: View From the Outside***********************
The screen was filled with snow, and crackling sounds came from the small speaker. Tristan pressed rewind and the screen was filled with Rory and Lorelai. He laughed as he watched them move backwards, and pressed play when the screen went black. "Hello, and welcome!" Lorelai said to the camera in an attempt at an announcing voice.
"Welcome to where?" Rory's voice came from offscreen.
"Does that matter?"
"Well, if you're welcoming people to somewhere, they need to know where they are."
"They should know, they're the ones that came here. There."
"Mom."
"Hello, and welcome!" Lorelai repeated. "TO OUR HOME."
"Much better," Rory giggled.
"Thank you."
"May I continue?"
"Yes, please."
"You are here in our home for a very important reason." There was a pause, as Lorelai simply stared at the camera.
"What reason is this?" Rory whispered.
"Shh! I'm emoting.
"What?"
"Emoting. Expressing something-"
"Yes, Mother. I know what emoting is," Rory laughed.
"Don't speak so condescendingly to your mother!"
"Two big words!" Rory giggled.
"You're rubbing off on me."
"Anyway, I wanted to know WHAT you were emoting."
"The importance."
"Of?"
"I'm getting there!"
"Sorry," Rory said, as the screen began to wobble. It rose to show Lorelai sitting on the kitchen counter, ever-present coffee cup in hand, and wearing yummy sushi pajamas.
"Hellooo, Mr. Camera!" Lorelai said in a hilariously bad English high- society accent. She puckered her lips and blew the lens a kiss.
There was silence for another minute, as Lorelai made faces at the camera.
"Are we done here? I have some reading to do," Rory said.
"You and your reading," Lorelai said, wagging her finger.
"I'm literary," Rory said, as the camera adjusted, most likely from her shrug.
"To read makes your English speaking good," Lorelai said wisely.
Rory paused, "Yes. That's it. Are we finished making you into a movie star?"
"Not quite!" Lorelai said. "Give me the camera."
"No.
"Give it to me!" Lorelai whined, walking towards the screen. It moved away from her and she pouted.
"No! Remember the rules?" Rory said sternly.
"Yes," her mother said petulantly.
"What were they?" Rory's voice took on the tone of a mother, though not her own.
"You make me into a movie star."
"If.."
"I don't touch the camera."
"Why."
"Because I'll break it."
"Correct." A mischievous smile crept across Lorelai's face, and Rory said worriedly, "Oh no. I know that look. Mom-"
Tristan's heart stopped as Lorelai ran to the camera, and all he saw on the screen was moving objects, the floor, Lorelai's laughing face, Rory's concerned one and then-
"Thank you," Lorelai said breathlessly as she directed the camera towards Rory.
"Mom!" Rory complained, trying to shield her face. Tristan observed her messy ponytail and white pjs, and berated himself for the places his mind was going.
"Now, Rory, tell the nice camera all about your mother," Lorelai ordered.
"My mother is a psychopath who doesn't care that she nearly broke Tristan's expensive camera and is on so much caffeine it's coming out her nose."
"Nice things."
"Oh."
The screen suddenly went black. Tristan attempted to fast forward, hoping for more from the comedy team, and more from Rory. He heard laughter coming up the front porch, and he hastily turned of the camera, closed the screen, and set it where he'd found it.
"Hey," He said as the Gilmores came in. "What'd you get for me?"
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/Humor
Spoilers: Tristan went to military school. Duh, you all know that. That's about it.
Disclaimer: Own nothing, don't sue.
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
Author's Note: I am SO SO sorry about the huge delay. Your reviews were all amazing, thank you so much! But I read them and got a little anxious, because the video-camera was not supposed to be a big thing, and you were all expecting something huge and funny and I didn't think I could deliver. I don't think I have, but I tried. Again, please forgive me for the months of waiting! God, half a year. I suck. I deserve to be flogged. And beaten. And tied to a tree, tracks, naked, covered in honey, where there are bears. Big, big bears. I know how much I hate it when people don't update, and I've become something I despise! Please forgive me.
Oh, and to gohuskers8604, Huskers ROCK! My dad used to play for them.
Some of you might get the references I'm starting to put in this story, some of you won't. They amuse me, so I'm keeping them. I don't own the quotes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE WAITING ROOM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***********************Chapter Nine: View From the Outside***********************
The screen was filled with snow, and crackling sounds came from the small speaker. Tristan pressed rewind and the screen was filled with Rory and Lorelai. He laughed as he watched them move backwards, and pressed play when the screen went black. "Hello, and welcome!" Lorelai said to the camera in an attempt at an announcing voice.
"Welcome to where?" Rory's voice came from offscreen.
"Does that matter?"
"Well, if you're welcoming people to somewhere, they need to know where they are."
"They should know, they're the ones that came here. There."
"Mom."
"Hello, and welcome!" Lorelai repeated. "TO OUR HOME."
"Much better," Rory giggled.
"Thank you."
"May I continue?"
"Yes, please."
"You are here in our home for a very important reason." There was a pause, as Lorelai simply stared at the camera.
"What reason is this?" Rory whispered.
"Shh! I'm emoting.
"What?"
"Emoting. Expressing something-"
"Yes, Mother. I know what emoting is," Rory laughed.
"Don't speak so condescendingly to your mother!"
"Two big words!" Rory giggled.
"You're rubbing off on me."
"Anyway, I wanted to know WHAT you were emoting."
"The importance."
"Of?"
"I'm getting there!"
"Sorry," Rory said, as the screen began to wobble. It rose to show Lorelai sitting on the kitchen counter, ever-present coffee cup in hand, and wearing yummy sushi pajamas.
"Hellooo, Mr. Camera!" Lorelai said in a hilariously bad English high- society accent. She puckered her lips and blew the lens a kiss.
There was silence for another minute, as Lorelai made faces at the camera.
"Are we done here? I have some reading to do," Rory said.
"You and your reading," Lorelai said, wagging her finger.
"I'm literary," Rory said, as the camera adjusted, most likely from her shrug.
"To read makes your English speaking good," Lorelai said wisely.
Rory paused, "Yes. That's it. Are we finished making you into a movie star?"
"Not quite!" Lorelai said. "Give me the camera."
"No.
"Give it to me!" Lorelai whined, walking towards the screen. It moved away from her and she pouted.
"No! Remember the rules?" Rory said sternly.
"Yes," her mother said petulantly.
"What were they?" Rory's voice took on the tone of a mother, though not her own.
"You make me into a movie star."
"If.."
"I don't touch the camera."
"Why."
"Because I'll break it."
"Correct." A mischievous smile crept across Lorelai's face, and Rory said worriedly, "Oh no. I know that look. Mom-"
Tristan's heart stopped as Lorelai ran to the camera, and all he saw on the screen was moving objects, the floor, Lorelai's laughing face, Rory's concerned one and then-
"Thank you," Lorelai said breathlessly as she directed the camera towards Rory.
"Mom!" Rory complained, trying to shield her face. Tristan observed her messy ponytail and white pjs, and berated himself for the places his mind was going.
"Now, Rory, tell the nice camera all about your mother," Lorelai ordered.
"My mother is a psychopath who doesn't care that she nearly broke Tristan's expensive camera and is on so much caffeine it's coming out her nose."
"Nice things."
"Oh."
The screen suddenly went black. Tristan attempted to fast forward, hoping for more from the comedy team, and more from Rory. He heard laughter coming up the front porch, and he hastily turned of the camera, closed the screen, and set it where he'd found it.
"Hey," He said as the Gilmores came in. "What'd you get for me?"