Disclaimer : If I ruled the world.. I definitely wouldn't be writing
fanfiction. Only the plot and additional characters are mine. Im just borrowing
the rest of them.
Authors Note : I do this every chapter and I don't know why. Long winded I guess. Anyways, I apologize for the time jumps, but its necessary to get this story going and to bring the Troryness into it. This one should be semi-longish (for me at least. Bah).. so sit back and enjoy.. Hopefully you'll see where this is heading..
Your Faith In Me
Chapter Four
Early June, 2009 -- Hartford
Louise Grant stood, arms crossed, outside the delivery room, staring at the other familiar occupants of the room. Across from her sat Daniel Jr. and Samantha Stewart, Madeline's older brother and sister-in-law. Next to them were Daniel Sr and Kasmira Stewart, the parents of the two. Seated against the far wall, her eyes glued to the piece of paper she was currently huddled over intently, was Paris and separate from the rest of them, in a far corner, stood Tristan. Her eyes stopped when they collided with his. Tristan looked afraid. As abnormal as it seemed for that emotion to be illuminating from him, there it was none-the-less. His normally sparkling blue eyes were darkened and where it should've been white, only redness shown, indicating the strenuous and long flight he had taken early that morning to get to Hartford in time for this. Madeline had been in labor for nearly ten hours and now they were all stuck, just waiting. Finally taking pity on the being before her, Louise pushed herself away from the wall and headed on over to where Tristan resided.
"You okay?" She asked and he cringed as soon as she opened her mouth.
Nodding absently, he managed to give her a small smile. "Yeah, Im fine, thanks. I think Im going to go take a walk though. Standing here is driving me crazy."
Louise returned the smile. "You want some company?"
"Nah, I just need to clear my head. Call my cell if anything happens, will ya?"
"Okay," Louise consented.
"Thanks. See you later," Tristan said, heading off down the hall. Once out of view of everyone, he leaned up against the wall and let out a pent up breath. This day was going to be the death of him. It was one thing to know that sometime today he would officially be a father, but it was just killing him to have it prolonged like this. What the hell was taking so long? Forcing a pleasant smile at a passing nurse, he felt his short pockets for his cigarettes. Exhaling once he located them, he headed down to the main floor and situated himself outside the emergency room doors, where there were two other men also having a smoke. He jumped a little when an ambulance siren sounded and it rushed up to the door.
******
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Lorelai cried, her entire body shaking as Christopher swung into the hospital parking lot. This could not be happening. Her daughter, her baby, her entire life could not be here. This all had to be a nightmare.
Christopher, with a pale face, parked quickly and the three of them, himself, Lorelai and their son Adam exited the car and ran through the emergency room doors. There they were met by a nurse who informed them that they were to wait in the waiting room until the doctor had stabilized his patient and could come speak to them. And although Lorelai vehemently protested, they ended up sitting, in complete silence, both praying that there was a God.
It had only been an hour since they had pulled up in front of the Rowland residence, Lorelai and Christopher intent on mending the broken ties with their daughter and to break the news that sometime early next year, she could expect to be a big sister once again. But that had not happened. As they stood outside the front door, the doorbell having been rung, Adam had taken notice of a thick dark liquid on the white door, right beneath the doorknob. That's all it had taken to freak the parents out and Christopher had gone around to the back of the house, throwing the lawn table there on the porch through the glass door. He had demanded Lorelai and Adam stay outside and had stormed through the house, nearly passing out when he had found his daughter, his precious Rory laying on the master bedroom floor, unconscious and covered in blood. Upon further inspection he realized that she had been hit over the head with something, as there was blood gushing from a wound on her forehead. At that point he had called 911 and now here they were, waiting for word on her condition. Lorelai was a nervous wreck and he wasn't doing much better. Six year old Adam wasn't sure what was going on exactly, but knew something was wrong with his sister.
******
Tristan stood to the side as the ambulance's doors flew open and the attendants, along with the doctors and nurses who had come rushing out when the vehicle had arrived, rolled the person who laid inside out on the stretcher. As a natural human instinct, he watched as the began rolling her inside, when he caught sight of the victims face and his heart stopped. It had been seven years, but he'd be damned if he didn't recognize the woman.
A few seconds later, a dark haired woman, a man and young kid came running in and without thinking he followed them in.
******
Lorelai looked up in surprise as a young man came to stand in front of them. Clad in a pair of jean shorts and a dark green polo shirt, it was obvious he wasn't a doctor. She was about to tell him to take a hike, but when she met his distraught blue eyes, she stopped.
"Umm, excuse me, I know you don't know me, but you're Rory Gilmores mother, aren't you?" He questioned, his voice overcome with emotion.
Lorelai nodded slightly. Who was this guy? She was about to ask when Christopher jumped in.
"Im her father, who are you?" He demanded. Lorelai looked over at him in surprise. Never had she heard his voice so.. pained, for the lack of a better word.
The young man rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I, uh, I used to go to school with her and I saw her come in.. is she going to be okay?"
Lorelai opened her mouth to respond, but an authoritive voice spoke before she got the chance. "Mr. and Mrs. Hayden?"
The younger man forgotten as they turned to the doctor, Lorelai nodded and snuggled closer to Christopher. She barely noticed as the blonde took a seat next to Adam.
"Im Dr. Riley," The man introduced as he pulled a chair up in front of them. He flashed them a smile before sighing.
"Is she going to be okay?" Lorelai asked before another word could be uttered.
Dr. Riley sighed again. "She'll be fine. Although I am quite curious as to her injuries. She's suffering from two broken ribs, a broken arm, a slight concussion and an extensive wound to her forehead. Now I am aware that she was picked up at home, so I have to conclude that this was not a car crash. In fact the injuries she's sustained are usually those found in domestic abuse cases. Has there been any cases of violence in her past?"
Both parents let out a breath of relief before answering. There was a hesitation beforehand, however, and they exchanged looks before Christopher finally answered. "A few, yes. Her husband.. that son of a bitch.. Im going to kill him.."
The doctor nodded in understanding. "I was afraid of such. You do understand that I am required by law to inform the authorities of this?"
"Good." Lorelai spit out bitterly.
"Im sure that the police will want to speak to you, but for now you can see your daughter if you wish." Dr. Riley announced, standing up. Lorelai and Christopher followed suit, but then Lorelai faltered.
"I don't want Adam to see her like this," she said quietly, glancing at her son who was sitting on the floor, playing with the toys that were available. Christopher nodded and went to sit back down when the young man, whom neither had noticed was still there until then, spoke up.
"I can stay with him, if you want. Im sure you both want to see her."
Christopher hesitated. After all, this guy was a complete stranger. "I don't know.."
The guy grinned slightly. "My ex wife is having a baby upstairs and Paris Gellar is there.. if you don't trust me, that is."
At the mention of Paris the two relaxed and Christopher nodded. "Alright. We won't be too long."
"Take as long as you want. She's your daughter,'" The guy said dismissively.
"Thank you," Lorelai said gratefully, giving him a small smile.
The guy nodded. "My pleasure. Go ahead, we'll be upstairs if you need us."
*******
Dun, dun, dun.. Is Rory really going to be okay? Where's Michael? What about Madeline and the baby? Staaaay tuneedd..
And before I forget, all the chapter titles are taken from the song "What About" by Janet Jackson. I don't own that either. K.. til next time!
-- Shay
Authors Note : I do this every chapter and I don't know why. Long winded I guess. Anyways, I apologize for the time jumps, but its necessary to get this story going and to bring the Troryness into it. This one should be semi-longish (for me at least. Bah).. so sit back and enjoy.. Hopefully you'll see where this is heading..
Chapter Four
Early June, 2009 -- Hartford
Louise Grant stood, arms crossed, outside the delivery room, staring at the other familiar occupants of the room. Across from her sat Daniel Jr. and Samantha Stewart, Madeline's older brother and sister-in-law. Next to them were Daniel Sr and Kasmira Stewart, the parents of the two. Seated against the far wall, her eyes glued to the piece of paper she was currently huddled over intently, was Paris and separate from the rest of them, in a far corner, stood Tristan. Her eyes stopped when they collided with his. Tristan looked afraid. As abnormal as it seemed for that emotion to be illuminating from him, there it was none-the-less. His normally sparkling blue eyes were darkened and where it should've been white, only redness shown, indicating the strenuous and long flight he had taken early that morning to get to Hartford in time for this. Madeline had been in labor for nearly ten hours and now they were all stuck, just waiting. Finally taking pity on the being before her, Louise pushed herself away from the wall and headed on over to where Tristan resided.
"You okay?" She asked and he cringed as soon as she opened her mouth.
Nodding absently, he managed to give her a small smile. "Yeah, Im fine, thanks. I think Im going to go take a walk though. Standing here is driving me crazy."
Louise returned the smile. "You want some company?"
"Nah, I just need to clear my head. Call my cell if anything happens, will ya?"
"Okay," Louise consented.
"Thanks. See you later," Tristan said, heading off down the hall. Once out of view of everyone, he leaned up against the wall and let out a pent up breath. This day was going to be the death of him. It was one thing to know that sometime today he would officially be a father, but it was just killing him to have it prolonged like this. What the hell was taking so long? Forcing a pleasant smile at a passing nurse, he felt his short pockets for his cigarettes. Exhaling once he located them, he headed down to the main floor and situated himself outside the emergency room doors, where there were two other men also having a smoke. He jumped a little when an ambulance siren sounded and it rushed up to the door.
******
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Lorelai cried, her entire body shaking as Christopher swung into the hospital parking lot. This could not be happening. Her daughter, her baby, her entire life could not be here. This all had to be a nightmare.
Christopher, with a pale face, parked quickly and the three of them, himself, Lorelai and their son Adam exited the car and ran through the emergency room doors. There they were met by a nurse who informed them that they were to wait in the waiting room until the doctor had stabilized his patient and could come speak to them. And although Lorelai vehemently protested, they ended up sitting, in complete silence, both praying that there was a God.
It had only been an hour since they had pulled up in front of the Rowland residence, Lorelai and Christopher intent on mending the broken ties with their daughter and to break the news that sometime early next year, she could expect to be a big sister once again. But that had not happened. As they stood outside the front door, the doorbell having been rung, Adam had taken notice of a thick dark liquid on the white door, right beneath the doorknob. That's all it had taken to freak the parents out and Christopher had gone around to the back of the house, throwing the lawn table there on the porch through the glass door. He had demanded Lorelai and Adam stay outside and had stormed through the house, nearly passing out when he had found his daughter, his precious Rory laying on the master bedroom floor, unconscious and covered in blood. Upon further inspection he realized that she had been hit over the head with something, as there was blood gushing from a wound on her forehead. At that point he had called 911 and now here they were, waiting for word on her condition. Lorelai was a nervous wreck and he wasn't doing much better. Six year old Adam wasn't sure what was going on exactly, but knew something was wrong with his sister.
******
Tristan stood to the side as the ambulance's doors flew open and the attendants, along with the doctors and nurses who had come rushing out when the vehicle had arrived, rolled the person who laid inside out on the stretcher. As a natural human instinct, he watched as the began rolling her inside, when he caught sight of the victims face and his heart stopped. It had been seven years, but he'd be damned if he didn't recognize the woman.
A few seconds later, a dark haired woman, a man and young kid came running in and without thinking he followed them in.
******
Lorelai looked up in surprise as a young man came to stand in front of them. Clad in a pair of jean shorts and a dark green polo shirt, it was obvious he wasn't a doctor. She was about to tell him to take a hike, but when she met his distraught blue eyes, she stopped.
"Umm, excuse me, I know you don't know me, but you're Rory Gilmores mother, aren't you?" He questioned, his voice overcome with emotion.
Lorelai nodded slightly. Who was this guy? She was about to ask when Christopher jumped in.
"Im her father, who are you?" He demanded. Lorelai looked over at him in surprise. Never had she heard his voice so.. pained, for the lack of a better word.
The young man rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I, uh, I used to go to school with her and I saw her come in.. is she going to be okay?"
Lorelai opened her mouth to respond, but an authoritive voice spoke before she got the chance. "Mr. and Mrs. Hayden?"
The younger man forgotten as they turned to the doctor, Lorelai nodded and snuggled closer to Christopher. She barely noticed as the blonde took a seat next to Adam.
"Im Dr. Riley," The man introduced as he pulled a chair up in front of them. He flashed them a smile before sighing.
"Is she going to be okay?" Lorelai asked before another word could be uttered.
Dr. Riley sighed again. "She'll be fine. Although I am quite curious as to her injuries. She's suffering from two broken ribs, a broken arm, a slight concussion and an extensive wound to her forehead. Now I am aware that she was picked up at home, so I have to conclude that this was not a car crash. In fact the injuries she's sustained are usually those found in domestic abuse cases. Has there been any cases of violence in her past?"
Both parents let out a breath of relief before answering. There was a hesitation beforehand, however, and they exchanged looks before Christopher finally answered. "A few, yes. Her husband.. that son of a bitch.. Im going to kill him.."
The doctor nodded in understanding. "I was afraid of such. You do understand that I am required by law to inform the authorities of this?"
"Good." Lorelai spit out bitterly.
"Im sure that the police will want to speak to you, but for now you can see your daughter if you wish." Dr. Riley announced, standing up. Lorelai and Christopher followed suit, but then Lorelai faltered.
"I don't want Adam to see her like this," she said quietly, glancing at her son who was sitting on the floor, playing with the toys that were available. Christopher nodded and went to sit back down when the young man, whom neither had noticed was still there until then, spoke up.
"I can stay with him, if you want. Im sure you both want to see her."
Christopher hesitated. After all, this guy was a complete stranger. "I don't know.."
The guy grinned slightly. "My ex wife is having a baby upstairs and Paris Gellar is there.. if you don't trust me, that is."
At the mention of Paris the two relaxed and Christopher nodded. "Alright. We won't be too long."
"Take as long as you want. She's your daughter,'" The guy said dismissively.
"Thank you," Lorelai said gratefully, giving him a small smile.
The guy nodded. "My pleasure. Go ahead, we'll be upstairs if you need us."
*******
Dun, dun, dun.. Is Rory really going to be okay? Where's Michael? What about Madeline and the baby? Staaaay tuneedd..
And before I forget, all the chapter titles are taken from the song "What About" by Janet Jackson. I don't own that either. K.. til next time!
-- Shay