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Your Faith In Me
Chapter Seven
Christopher gently shook Lorelai's half sleeping form. "Lor, wake up."
"What? Is she okay?" Lorelai was suddenly wide eyed, staring at him in fear.
"She's fine, Lor. But I think you should go home and get some sleep."
"No," Lorelai firmly stated, giving a shake of her head. "I'm not going anywhere."
Christopher cupped his wife's face in his hand, a million emotions playing on his face, the most evident being determination. "You need sleep, Lor. And Adam should be in his bed, at home," he said, motioning towards where Adam was curled up on a chair. Lorelai glanced over at her son, her face working with tears.
"I don't want her to be alone," she whispered.
"She won't be alone, Lor. Your parents are here, Paris will be back in a little bit and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon."
"I don't want to leave her, Chris. She's my daughter," Lorelai spat out, her face hardening into a glare.
Christopher sighed and brushed away her tears. "I know, Lor. But she needs you to be strong for her right now and the only way you can be strong is if you get some sleep."
Lorelai bit her lip and exhaled loudly. She didn't want to leave. Rory was her daughter. True, she had half of Christopher in her as well, but she was still her daughter. She had raised her all her life, nobody else but her. She had put food on the table, clothes on her back and a roof over her head. But he was right. She had to be strong and without sleep, she couldn't be the tower of strength Rory needed right now. "I won't go home, I'll go to my parents. Stars Hollow is too far away for me at the moment."
"Just as long as you get some sleep and something to eat," Christopher replied, nodding. "You want me to carry him out to the car?"
"Please," Lorelai said, standing and stretching, her face taken over by a yawn. Christopher stood as well, bundling Adam up as Lorelai informed her parents of the plan. They then also got up and announced they'd take them back to the house and try to get some sleep as well. They all agreed to meet back here first thing in the morning and after taking his son out to the car, Christopher returned to his place outside Rory's room.
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Tristan rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and jumped as they opened to a looming figure standing above him. After a moment he recognized them and narrowed his eyes. "Trying to kill me, Gellar?"
Paris smiled slightly and sat down beside him. "So, pops.."
"Please," Tristan protested the name, glancing over at her with darkened blue eyes. There were dark circles around them and his hair was even more tousled than usual.
"Sorry. How does it feel? To be a father, I mean."
Tristan yawned before answering. "I'm still kind of numb, to tell you the truth."
Paris nodded understandingly and then her face darkened. "I just came from Rory's room..." She said, letting her voice trail off.
Tristan was suddenly awake, "How is she?" He asked, his voice hushed with dread.
"She'll be okay --" Tristan let out a sigh of relief. "-- But its going to take awhile. The doctors said she might have some amnesia."
"Amnesia?" He echoed, his face paling.
"Yeah.. We don't know for sure, the doctor gave her some heavy medication to help her sleep, so she's been out since he told her parents. Apparently she knew who Lorelai was, but she said she didn't seem to recognize her father."
"Lorelai's her mom, right?"
"Right. They're so close, its not surprising she remembered her."
"Shit," Tristan cursed, running his hands through his hair, attempting to calm his nerves. "How's Adam holding up?"
Paris grinned at the obvious affection in his voice. In the little time the two had spent together, they had clearly become buddies. "He's okay. Lorelai and Chris won't let him see Rory yet, not that I blame them. Seeing her all banged up like that would probably scare him, but he seems to be doing okay."
Tristan glanced around and then back at Paris. "Um, do you think they'd let me see her?"
"That's why I came up here," Paris nodded, standing up. "Come on, DuGrey."
"Ookay," Tristan murmured, as he got up and followed her out of the waiting room.
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Christopher absentmindedly stirred the vending machine coffee he was holding, in attempt to fill his mind with anything other than worry. This was his fault. Completely his fault. He should've put his foot down and refused to let her return to him after the first time it had happened. He should've demanded she got to the police and if she still refused, gone to them himself. But damn, he had liked Michael. He hadn't wanted to believe that he could be capable of hurting his daughter. But now look where they were. He had let his foolishness get in the way of doing what a father was supposed to do - protect his children. And he would never forgive himself. Maybe it would've been better if he hadn't come back and talked Lorelai into giving him another chance. If he hadn't, Lorelai would've been adamant that Rory stay with her and if she had even tried to leave, she would've probably tied her to a chair and locked her in the attic. "God, please let her be okay. I know I've been less then perfect and haven't done anything to deserve you answering my prayers, but Rory is a good person. She doesn't deserve this. Please let her get through this and I swear that I'll never let my guard down again."
Shaking his head, he gazed around, as if he had expected an answer and then rolled his eyes, chastising himself for even thinking that. The sound of footsteps woke him from his reverie and he glanced up sharply as Paris and the young man from earlier came around the corner. Paris gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Where'd everyone go?"
"Back to Richard and Emily's to get some sleep," Christopher answered, his eyes taking in the presence of the young man. Had he said he used to go to school with Rory? Their eyes met and he found himself grinning in spite of himself. Extending his hand, he said. "I never got the chance to thank you for earlier. I appreciate it."
Tristan took it, smiling slightly himself. "Ah, it was no problem. We had fun."
Christopher nodded, "So I heard. I don't think we've been properly introduced, though. Christopher Hayden."
"Tristan DuGrey."
"DuGrey?" Christopher raised an eyebrow. "Any relation to Jonathan?"
Tristan's face fell slightly, but he nodded. "My father."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
At that, Tristan laughed bitterly, "Yeah, me too."
There was a few moments of silence, before Tristan spoke up again.
"Would it.. uh, be okay if I went in?" He asked, nodding towards the door. Christopher hesitated for a second before he agreed.
"Go ahead."
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Tristan wasn't sure what he had expected as he entered the room in which Rory lay. He half wondered what the hell he was even doing here. He hadn't seen her since high school, and it wasn't like they'd even been friends during that time anyway. Swallowing the thoughts that were pounding through his head, he approached the bed, taking in all the machines connected to various parts of her body. Even with the bandage around her head, the cast on her arm and the bruises on her body, she was easily still the most beautiful thing he had even laid eyes on. Even with all she had endured, there was still an air of innocence about her. And he reveled in it. Pulling up a chair, he got as comfortable as possible and took her hand. He had always imagined being able to hold her hand, but in this scenario had never entered his thoughts.
"Hey... Mary," he smirked and then grew serious again. "I don't know if you can hear me or if you even remember me, but I just wanted to see you, see how you're doing. I don't understand why you let this happen to yourself, but knowing you, Im sure you have your reasons.. I've thought about you a lot over the years and imagined how we'd run into each other again... I just never expected it to be like this. I know we've never really been friends, but I was hoping we could try now.. Im sure you've got plenty of friends, but one more can't hurt, right? You're gonna need as much help and support as you can get to get through this and I want to help. I'm sure you heard about Madeline and I from Paris... it was bound to happen eventually though, right? But maybe it was fate.. that she got pregnant and just happened to have gone into labor the day that this happened to you.. bringing us back into each others lives. But you should see her, our daughter. Caitlin Louise DuGrey. Louise insisted, you know how she is." Tristan paused, subconsciously bringing her hand to his cheek and pressing it there gently. "I should go, I haven't slept in two days, but I'll come by tomorrow to see how you're doing, okay? Maybe you'll even be awake then." He stood, placing a chaste kiss on her cool forehead. "Night, Rory."
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-- Shay
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Chapter Seven
Christopher gently shook Lorelai's half sleeping form. "Lor, wake up."
"What? Is she okay?" Lorelai was suddenly wide eyed, staring at him in fear.
"She's fine, Lor. But I think you should go home and get some sleep."
"No," Lorelai firmly stated, giving a shake of her head. "I'm not going anywhere."
Christopher cupped his wife's face in his hand, a million emotions playing on his face, the most evident being determination. "You need sleep, Lor. And Adam should be in his bed, at home," he said, motioning towards where Adam was curled up on a chair. Lorelai glanced over at her son, her face working with tears.
"I don't want her to be alone," she whispered.
"She won't be alone, Lor. Your parents are here, Paris will be back in a little bit and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon."
"I don't want to leave her, Chris. She's my daughter," Lorelai spat out, her face hardening into a glare.
Christopher sighed and brushed away her tears. "I know, Lor. But she needs you to be strong for her right now and the only way you can be strong is if you get some sleep."
Lorelai bit her lip and exhaled loudly. She didn't want to leave. Rory was her daughter. True, she had half of Christopher in her as well, but she was still her daughter. She had raised her all her life, nobody else but her. She had put food on the table, clothes on her back and a roof over her head. But he was right. She had to be strong and without sleep, she couldn't be the tower of strength Rory needed right now. "I won't go home, I'll go to my parents. Stars Hollow is too far away for me at the moment."
"Just as long as you get some sleep and something to eat," Christopher replied, nodding. "You want me to carry him out to the car?"
"Please," Lorelai said, standing and stretching, her face taken over by a yawn. Christopher stood as well, bundling Adam up as Lorelai informed her parents of the plan. They then also got up and announced they'd take them back to the house and try to get some sleep as well. They all agreed to meet back here first thing in the morning and after taking his son out to the car, Christopher returned to his place outside Rory's room.
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Tristan rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and jumped as they opened to a looming figure standing above him. After a moment he recognized them and narrowed his eyes. "Trying to kill me, Gellar?"
Paris smiled slightly and sat down beside him. "So, pops.."
"Please," Tristan protested the name, glancing over at her with darkened blue eyes. There were dark circles around them and his hair was even more tousled than usual.
"Sorry. How does it feel? To be a father, I mean."
Tristan yawned before answering. "I'm still kind of numb, to tell you the truth."
Paris nodded understandingly and then her face darkened. "I just came from Rory's room..." She said, letting her voice trail off.
Tristan was suddenly awake, "How is she?" He asked, his voice hushed with dread.
"She'll be okay --" Tristan let out a sigh of relief. "-- But its going to take awhile. The doctors said she might have some amnesia."
"Amnesia?" He echoed, his face paling.
"Yeah.. We don't know for sure, the doctor gave her some heavy medication to help her sleep, so she's been out since he told her parents. Apparently she knew who Lorelai was, but she said she didn't seem to recognize her father."
"Lorelai's her mom, right?"
"Right. They're so close, its not surprising she remembered her."
"Shit," Tristan cursed, running his hands through his hair, attempting to calm his nerves. "How's Adam holding up?"
Paris grinned at the obvious affection in his voice. In the little time the two had spent together, they had clearly become buddies. "He's okay. Lorelai and Chris won't let him see Rory yet, not that I blame them. Seeing her all banged up like that would probably scare him, but he seems to be doing okay."
Tristan glanced around and then back at Paris. "Um, do you think they'd let me see her?"
"That's why I came up here," Paris nodded, standing up. "Come on, DuGrey."
"Ookay," Tristan murmured, as he got up and followed her out of the waiting room.
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Christopher absentmindedly stirred the vending machine coffee he was holding, in attempt to fill his mind with anything other than worry. This was his fault. Completely his fault. He should've put his foot down and refused to let her return to him after the first time it had happened. He should've demanded she got to the police and if she still refused, gone to them himself. But damn, he had liked Michael. He hadn't wanted to believe that he could be capable of hurting his daughter. But now look where they were. He had let his foolishness get in the way of doing what a father was supposed to do - protect his children. And he would never forgive himself. Maybe it would've been better if he hadn't come back and talked Lorelai into giving him another chance. If he hadn't, Lorelai would've been adamant that Rory stay with her and if she had even tried to leave, she would've probably tied her to a chair and locked her in the attic. "God, please let her be okay. I know I've been less then perfect and haven't done anything to deserve you answering my prayers, but Rory is a good person. She doesn't deserve this. Please let her get through this and I swear that I'll never let my guard down again."
Shaking his head, he gazed around, as if he had expected an answer and then rolled his eyes, chastising himself for even thinking that. The sound of footsteps woke him from his reverie and he glanced up sharply as Paris and the young man from earlier came around the corner. Paris gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Where'd everyone go?"
"Back to Richard and Emily's to get some sleep," Christopher answered, his eyes taking in the presence of the young man. Had he said he used to go to school with Rory? Their eyes met and he found himself grinning in spite of himself. Extending his hand, he said. "I never got the chance to thank you for earlier. I appreciate it."
Tristan took it, smiling slightly himself. "Ah, it was no problem. We had fun."
Christopher nodded, "So I heard. I don't think we've been properly introduced, though. Christopher Hayden."
"Tristan DuGrey."
"DuGrey?" Christopher raised an eyebrow. "Any relation to Jonathan?"
Tristan's face fell slightly, but he nodded. "My father."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
At that, Tristan laughed bitterly, "Yeah, me too."
There was a few moments of silence, before Tristan spoke up again.
"Would it.. uh, be okay if I went in?" He asked, nodding towards the door. Christopher hesitated for a second before he agreed.
"Go ahead."
******
Tristan wasn't sure what he had expected as he entered the room in which Rory lay. He half wondered what the hell he was even doing here. He hadn't seen her since high school, and it wasn't like they'd even been friends during that time anyway. Swallowing the thoughts that were pounding through his head, he approached the bed, taking in all the machines connected to various parts of her body. Even with the bandage around her head, the cast on her arm and the bruises on her body, she was easily still the most beautiful thing he had even laid eyes on. Even with all she had endured, there was still an air of innocence about her. And he reveled in it. Pulling up a chair, he got as comfortable as possible and took her hand. He had always imagined being able to hold her hand, but in this scenario had never entered his thoughts.
"Hey... Mary," he smirked and then grew serious again. "I don't know if you can hear me or if you even remember me, but I just wanted to see you, see how you're doing. I don't understand why you let this happen to yourself, but knowing you, Im sure you have your reasons.. I've thought about you a lot over the years and imagined how we'd run into each other again... I just never expected it to be like this. I know we've never really been friends, but I was hoping we could try now.. Im sure you've got plenty of friends, but one more can't hurt, right? You're gonna need as much help and support as you can get to get through this and I want to help. I'm sure you heard about Madeline and I from Paris... it was bound to happen eventually though, right? But maybe it was fate.. that she got pregnant and just happened to have gone into labor the day that this happened to you.. bringing us back into each others lives. But you should see her, our daughter. Caitlin Louise DuGrey. Louise insisted, you know how she is." Tristan paused, subconsciously bringing her hand to his cheek and pressing it there gently. "I should go, I haven't slept in two days, but I'll come by tomorrow to see how you're doing, okay? Maybe you'll even be awake then." He stood, placing a chaste kiss on her cool forehead. "Night, Rory."
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Well.... that's all today, folks. Stay tuned..
-- Shay