A/N: I know Lorelai the first is not an original GILMORE but that's okay…and it is part of Rory's family history…. I'm sorry for the long wait!! But thanks for the reviews and your concern for my problems. Only one more day of mid-terms…and a few days until I give my friend a note and tell her I'm done trying…. but anyways onto the good stuff…. the story!!

Chapter Seven: Lorelai the first and Michael the first.

She smoothed her skirt out again as they stood at of her Grandparents manor. She then pushed another stubborn strand of her coffee colored hair behind her ear, for one of her nervous habits. "Are you ready yet?" he asked somewhat annoyed at her. "No…" she mumbled now fixing her shirt.

"Rory, stop. You look great," Tristan consoled.

"But…" she began to smooth her hair one more time but Tristan grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her hair. "Just ring the doorbell," Tristan explained softly.

"Sorry," Rory replied flashing a smile at him.

"Before I die from heat stroke…Rory ring the stupid doorbell," Tristan growled somewhat impatiently.

"Oh! Right," she laughed as Tristan rolled his eyes. "You know you love me," Rory teased as she rang the doorbell. If only she knew how much he loved her.

Daphne opened the door; she had been a record for being a maid in the Gilmore home. Emily was satisfied with her, which was a good thing. "Hi Daphne," Rory greeted smiling at the maid but then continued on to the parlor leaving Tristan to trail at his own will.

"Emma says hi," Tristan said grinning at Daphne.

"Tell her I say hi too. Go on now Tristan," Daphne scolded pushing him ahead of her. He continued on down the foyer to see Rory sitting uncomfortably across from what he assumed was her grandmother: Lorelai the first.

"Grandma Lorelai this is Tristan DuGrey,"

"Michael's boy, huh?" Lorelai asked eyes sparkling blue, like Rory's and Lorelai's.

"Yeah," Tristan responded somewhat reluctantly.

"Your great-grandfather had the same name as well,"

"Did you know him?"

"Know him?" Lorelai chuckled.

"We were best friends since we had met. He was the troublemaker of my street and a charmer in the worst way," Rory nodded in agreement seeing the similarities between great-grandfather and Tristan.

"When we were growing up in England we used to talk about sailing to America," Lorelai paused as if lost in space for a moment.

"I really thought that someday we really were going to go too. But, he fell in love with your great-grandmother,

Tristan who is a wonderful person mind you. Within three months time they had courted and announced to me

that they were engaged," Rory was jotting down notes furiously while Tristan just sat and listened.

"I guess people could say I was jealous but I personally didn't think I was. But, I gave him an ultimatum her or me. I thought he would choose me but he chose her, much to my shock and disappointment. We had a huge fight involving throwing 'I hate you' at each other. I was heartbroken so my parents decided to send me on a boat to America for a while. The first few days that I was there I moped and wallowed. On about the fourth day I met this wonderful gentleman. Eventually, I married him but my true love would always be Michael,"

Lorelai the first took a shaky breath…the worst part was coming soon. "About sixty years later from the time I left for America I heard that Michael was ill. It was the first time I had returned to my real home in years. Lydia (Tristan's great-grandmother) knew the only reason he was holding on was because for me…he couldn't die without us still being in our fight. I've never been sadder in my life, when standing in Michael's room saying good-bye to him. When I went into his room, I was a mess crying like crazy when he said 'I'm not worth you're tears Lori'…he was the only one who could call me that. I apologized to him about my getting mad at him…and he said it was okay even though in my heart I knew he should have forgiven me. He kissed me on the cheek and told me I should never forget our childhood together. He said I was his only best friend and his only first love. I could never forget the person who gave me my first kiss. He said he loved me, loved his family. His last words were 'Never forget darling' and he was gone,"

As Lorelai the first finished up her story Tristan shifted on the couch and grabbed Rory's free hand. At first she was slightly surprised and shot him a look for it but soon relaxed as he smiled at her.

"I'm sorry I had to make you dig up your past Grand," Rory apologized with a sweet smile.

"Dear, history is all something we have to deal with someday. You get over it, eventually,"

"Thank You," Tristan said smiling at Rory's great-grandmother.

"Bye Kids," Lorelai the first said watching the two teenagers walk out of the room to the foyer, both of them with heavy hearts.

When the two clambered into the car they both remained silent, lost in their own thoughts.

"Tristan?" Rory asked looking at him for a moment.

"Yeah?" he replied glancing at Rory. "If we ever get into a fight let's not wait sixty years,"

"Deal," he agreed sticking his hand out for Rory to shake. They shook on it and then resumed to normal Rory-Tristan banter.

"How about fifty years, Mare?" Tristan teased as Rory smacked him in the arm.

"Forty?" he questioned.

"Tristan!" she complained with a laugh. He grinned and she grinned back, nothing could ruin this friendship.