WARNING: this is a very sad chapter. Well, for me it is, anyway. I'm sorry, I had to do it! No flames… Just… tell me what you think.

Thanks to: Phoebe 1912, girldevil, klm111a, mandie, swt cheerleader, Special K, newyorkgurlie, Not Telling (sorry, I get insulted easily. I forgive you *hug!), and flossie.

Chapter 4

Before he met Rory, Tristan thought money could buy everything. It gave him social power, sorted him from everyone else. Money will always be the devil's power. It could get him into the most prestigious schools, it could buy all of life's treasures, plus it was the reason that there was so much greed in the world. But when he met her, his whole point of perspective changed. Because money couldn't buy you affection…

Rory changed him. There was no denying that. She made him a better person; hell, he wanted to be a better person just to please her. He did everything he should have done in the first place. He was the epitome of a perfect gentleman. Some people thought she cast a spell on him. In a way, Rory did… she cast the spell of love. In his eyes, she was his angel. And now, he might lose her…

Tristan was at Rory's bedside, night and day. Too proud to cry, too sad not to, he was in a predicament. Head in his hands, just hoping that Rory was all right. He didn't give himself the solace of sleep. It distracted him. Rory was his life. She was everything to him. He couldn't bear losing her, not after that…He couldn't believe what happened…

After the initial shock of what had happened, Rory fell into a coma. Friends and relatives came to visit, and went again. It was too much; what their eyes saw and what they knew in their head. They saw Rory sleeping peacefully, even heard the punctual beat of her heart. They knew that she was in a coma, might never wake up again. For them, it was too painful. And they knew that it was even more painful for Tristan.

After the fourth night of him sitting next to Rory, Lorelai came in and practically insisted that he go home and take a shower. Basically, he stank.

"No, Lorelai," whispered Tristan.

Lorelai shook her head. "We all love her, Tristan. Going away for a while to freshen yourself up does not mean that you love her any less. She knows that."

"But what if she… wakes up?"

"I'll call for you immediately. I'll be at her side plus so are Jess, Luke, Paris, and Lane. "

Tristan nodded, finally convinced by her strong argument.

~***~

Rory was stuck in a field that she had never seen in her entire life. There was a stream that separated the two fields. She was on the field that was dry; there was no life anywhere. But her baby girl was with her. Her baby girl needed her to be there.

On the other side of the river, the grass was green. Everyone that she loved in her life was there; Tristan, her mother, Luke, Lane, Jess, Paris. She wanted to get over to that side. But she didn't want to leave her baby behind.

"Mama, you belong there. You have to go there, for my sake and mine," uttered her child.

Rory glanced down and shook her head stubbornly. "You need me."

"Not anymore. You don't belong here; I do. Besides, papa needs you more. Go, I'll be fine. Tell papa I love him." She kissed her mother on the cheek and with that, Rory's child disappeared, only to join the angels in heaven.

Rory crossed the river.

~***~

He came back to the hotel room, after a refreshing shower and a change of clothes. He sat down next to Lorelai and stared at his beloved. Then, he saw her finger move.

Lorelai jumped up. "I saw that! Wow! Call the nurses!"

Tristan shushed her. "Quiet, Lorelai."

Lorelai shut up and sat down again. Slowly, Rory's eyelids opened. Then, they closed again. It was too bright. She wasn't used to this. She felt someone kiss her forehead. That must be Tristan. She heard someone call for coffee and someone else cancel the order. That must be Lorelai and Luke. She heard a box turn over and someone muttering about Ernest Hemmingway. That must be Jess. Which means Paris is here as well. Lane would always be here, since she worked here. Her loved ones.

Her eyes opened, and she took in the before her. Everyone was surrounding her; Luke, Lorelai, Tristan, Jess, Paris and Lane.

She smiled. "So what have I missed?"

~***~

Rory could finally go home. She was worried, though. Tristan and her… there was something standing in between them now. Her daughter, named Leigh Dugrey… She could tell that things were not the same anymore. And she was scared that they never would be. Ever.

"I'll cook dinner. How about lasagna?" Tristan offered.

Rory forced a smile. "That'd be great."

Tristan nodded, and stared into her eyes. There was something in there he didn't recognise, something he couldn't connect with. Something blocking him from seeing her soul. She turned away from his intense gaze.

He swallowed. It was painful for him to know that she was hiding something from him. "Right. I'll go now. It'll be ready in half an hour."

Rory nodded, and went up the stairs into their bedroom to change.

Later that night, Tristan decided he should talk to Rory about her miscarriage.

"Rory, are you alright?" asked Tristan, as they were lying down in their bed. He looked into her eyes, practically forcing her to tell him.

Rory looked down. She couldn't lie to him straight in the eye. How could she tell him that she left their child all by her lonesome?

"Everything's fine, I… I don't feel like talking about this anymore, I'm tired," whispered Rory.

Tristan nodded, even though it killed him to do so. He knew that something was bothering her. How could he help if she didn't tell him, though?

"Good night, angel," murmured Tristan. She would tell him when she's ready to. He switched off the light.

Rory couldn't sleep facing him, the way she normally did. It was too distressing for her, knowing that she gave up her daughter for Tristan. Was it the right choice?

As she turned away from him physically, she did so emotionally as well. The close bonds that she used to have with Tristan… they are broken now.

To be continued…

I feel like crying… *sniff, sniff….

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