TITLE- Could This Be Love (part7)
NAME-Johanna
E-MAIL- Jroses716@aol.com
SPOILERS- none
SUMMARY- predicted future, Rory and Tristan meet again, and they still have their problems.
RATING-PG-13
CONTENT- some sexual content
PAIRING OR CHARACTER- Rory/Tristan
DISCLAIMER-I don't own any of the characters, the WB, Amy Sherman- Palladino, and the real writers of the show own them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE- all the facts that I made up to make up a fictional lawsuit are totally out there. I even got confused. If you need me to explain, respond.
Chapter 7: The Chance
~~~~~Rory's Apartment ~~~~~
It was just about 7 o'clock; she was wondering when Tristan would get there. It wasn't far away, about 7 seconds from his apartment. All of a sudden Rory heard footsteps, then they would stop, in a few seconds she would hear them again. She decided to look to see what was going on. She looked into the peephole and saw Tristan, pacing. She wasn't going to wait for him to knock, so she took matters into her own hands. She unlocked the door slowly, and then turned the doorknob.
Tristan stopped pacing once he noticed Rory's door opening. She just stood there looking at him.
"Hi." Rory said to him, trying to calm his nerves.
"Hi Rory, hi." Tristan was shaking, he wasn't getting comfortable at all, and he has stepped foot into her apartment. All he could do was think about those last words he told Hannah at lunch, 'Hannah, you know that I think you're a great friend of mine, But I really don't think we can be more.' Something must have struck a cord with him, when Rory showed up at his office in the mourning.
"Would you like to come in, Tristan?"
"Thanks." He said trying to fight a feeling that he had for the pass two hours.
"So, um this is my apartment. To the right is the kitchen, to the left is the living room," Rory felt like a flight attendant. "At the end of the hall is the bathroom if you need to use it."
"It's nice, oddly familiar, but nice."
"Right, just kidding. We'll be using the living room to work."
"Yeah, ok, that's fine."
"So, umm, I guess we'll get to work." Rory didn't want to rush work. She wanted to talk to him like a normal person, rather then a colleague.
"What do you want to start on, the family case, or the divorce battle?" Tristan didn't want to get into an argument with her. He had let her choose for the two of them.
"The family case is fine. We have a lot of support to get the parents back into there home now. There was never a contamination; it was all a lie from the health department."
"That's true, the health department made up that story so that the family would pay for the repairs. It is the health departments job to fix any problem that the house had, with their own money."
"Technically that's true, but what about the fact that the family wouldn't pay for there fees that were owed to the department."
"Right but all the things that happened in the house was when the health department was working in the house. It is there fault and therefore they would have to pay."
The argument lasted for about 25 minutes. Rory and Tristan were standing across from each other bickering about the topic, arms flying everywhere and they couldn't stop. Rory had it. She needed to stop, they both needed to sit down. Rory decided to sit and talk rationally to Tristan.
"Tristan, if we keep working like this we will never get the case done. We are for the family; and it hasn't changed."
Tristan sat down across from Rory. " I know." Tristan wasn't in the mood to work. " Lets just start over. But I am kind of starving, can we order in?"
"Yeah, I'll order in the kitchen, is Chinese ok?" Rory said walking towards the kitchen phone.
"That's fine, I'll be right back." He said heading down the hall to the bathroom.
Rory was sitting on the couch waiting for the food to come, and Tristan to come back. She was sitting, that was all that she could do. "He is taking a long time in there," she said, she wanted to talk to him now.
~~~~~In The Bathroom~~~~~
" What am I going to do?" Tristan said to himself while pacing in Rory's bathroom. Rory's, which smelt of Violets and Lavender, he wanted to capture this essence of Rory in a bottle, so he can always have a piece of her. He just keeps breathing in the smells. He knew he had to stop; he was getting out of control. He turned towards the door and opened it. Walking out into the hallway and approaching the living room, he saw her she was sitting on the couch, not really sitting in a way; She was lounging on the couch.
"Hi Rory!" he said startling her.
"Tristan, wow, I was totally out of it, you really scared me there."
" I'm sorry," he said very innocently. " It looked like you were deep in thought."
"Oh, well not really." Rory said before jumping off the couch. "The food should be here any minute. I didn't know what you liked so I got a little of everything." Rory had heard a knock at the door before Tristan could answer her. Rory walked up to the door, with Tristan trailing behind her.
"Hi," the delivery boy said to her very coy. "That's 13.75."
Tristan couldn't believe this guy. It would be different if she knew him, but it didn't look like it.
"Here's fifteen, keep the change." Rory could see the jealous anger in Tristan's face when she turned around. She thought that it was so cute. "Well lets it." Rory said while shutting the door behind her and moving into the living room.
"Ok." Tristan was starting to get a little flustered. He felt like a little girl, it was embarrassing.
Rory and Tristan just ate their dinner and were almost finished with their case at about a quarter to ten. They both didn't mind each other. After they had finished the case they started to talk about anything.
They were deep in conversation, so deep that they were practically attached to each other on the couch; there wasn't any breathing room. Until they got even closer, they decided to stop talking. 'They didn't' Tristan decided. All of a sudden he moved his hand onto Rory's knee. They looked into each other's eyes, Tristan inched his face closer to hers. He kissed her on the lips passionately for a moment. He broke the line, that line he had put up. Rory was happy, Tristan was thrilled; they couldn't help their feelings.
Rory and Tristan had gone at it for a good half an hour until, Rory stopped Tristan, and he wasn't pressuring her at all. He wasn't taking it slow, but he wouldn't want to do something that he would regret.
Rory then decided to say goodnight. "Tristan, do you want to stop by tomorrow?"
"No," he said to Rory leaving her with a disappointing look. "I would love if you can come by tomorrow."
Rory was happy, " I would love too." She said with a smile from ear to ear.
"Ok, I guess around 6?"
"That's fine." She said as she walked him to the door. " I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight" Tristan said, right before he kissed her. But he knew if he didn't make the kiss short they would be there for another ½ hour. He broke the kiss, turned around and left, leaving Rory standing there with a smile on her face.
NAME-Johanna
E-MAIL- Jroses716@aol.com
SPOILERS- none
SUMMARY- predicted future, Rory and Tristan meet again, and they still have their problems.
RATING-PG-13
CONTENT- some sexual content
PAIRING OR CHARACTER- Rory/Tristan
DISCLAIMER-I don't own any of the characters, the WB, Amy Sherman- Palladino, and the real writers of the show own them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE- all the facts that I made up to make up a fictional lawsuit are totally out there. I even got confused. If you need me to explain, respond.
Chapter 7: The Chance
~~~~~Rory's Apartment ~~~~~
It was just about 7 o'clock; she was wondering when Tristan would get there. It wasn't far away, about 7 seconds from his apartment. All of a sudden Rory heard footsteps, then they would stop, in a few seconds she would hear them again. She decided to look to see what was going on. She looked into the peephole and saw Tristan, pacing. She wasn't going to wait for him to knock, so she took matters into her own hands. She unlocked the door slowly, and then turned the doorknob.
Tristan stopped pacing once he noticed Rory's door opening. She just stood there looking at him.
"Hi." Rory said to him, trying to calm his nerves.
"Hi Rory, hi." Tristan was shaking, he wasn't getting comfortable at all, and he has stepped foot into her apartment. All he could do was think about those last words he told Hannah at lunch, 'Hannah, you know that I think you're a great friend of mine, But I really don't think we can be more.' Something must have struck a cord with him, when Rory showed up at his office in the mourning.
"Would you like to come in, Tristan?"
"Thanks." He said trying to fight a feeling that he had for the pass two hours.
"So, um this is my apartment. To the right is the kitchen, to the left is the living room," Rory felt like a flight attendant. "At the end of the hall is the bathroom if you need to use it."
"It's nice, oddly familiar, but nice."
"Right, just kidding. We'll be using the living room to work."
"Yeah, ok, that's fine."
"So, umm, I guess we'll get to work." Rory didn't want to rush work. She wanted to talk to him like a normal person, rather then a colleague.
"What do you want to start on, the family case, or the divorce battle?" Tristan didn't want to get into an argument with her. He had let her choose for the two of them.
"The family case is fine. We have a lot of support to get the parents back into there home now. There was never a contamination; it was all a lie from the health department."
"That's true, the health department made up that story so that the family would pay for the repairs. It is the health departments job to fix any problem that the house had, with their own money."
"Technically that's true, but what about the fact that the family wouldn't pay for there fees that were owed to the department."
"Right but all the things that happened in the house was when the health department was working in the house. It is there fault and therefore they would have to pay."
The argument lasted for about 25 minutes. Rory and Tristan were standing across from each other bickering about the topic, arms flying everywhere and they couldn't stop. Rory had it. She needed to stop, they both needed to sit down. Rory decided to sit and talk rationally to Tristan.
"Tristan, if we keep working like this we will never get the case done. We are for the family; and it hasn't changed."
Tristan sat down across from Rory. " I know." Tristan wasn't in the mood to work. " Lets just start over. But I am kind of starving, can we order in?"
"Yeah, I'll order in the kitchen, is Chinese ok?" Rory said walking towards the kitchen phone.
"That's fine, I'll be right back." He said heading down the hall to the bathroom.
Rory was sitting on the couch waiting for the food to come, and Tristan to come back. She was sitting, that was all that she could do. "He is taking a long time in there," she said, she wanted to talk to him now.
~~~~~In The Bathroom~~~~~
" What am I going to do?" Tristan said to himself while pacing in Rory's bathroom. Rory's, which smelt of Violets and Lavender, he wanted to capture this essence of Rory in a bottle, so he can always have a piece of her. He just keeps breathing in the smells. He knew he had to stop; he was getting out of control. He turned towards the door and opened it. Walking out into the hallway and approaching the living room, he saw her she was sitting on the couch, not really sitting in a way; She was lounging on the couch.
"Hi Rory!" he said startling her.
"Tristan, wow, I was totally out of it, you really scared me there."
" I'm sorry," he said very innocently. " It looked like you were deep in thought."
"Oh, well not really." Rory said before jumping off the couch. "The food should be here any minute. I didn't know what you liked so I got a little of everything." Rory had heard a knock at the door before Tristan could answer her. Rory walked up to the door, with Tristan trailing behind her.
"Hi," the delivery boy said to her very coy. "That's 13.75."
Tristan couldn't believe this guy. It would be different if she knew him, but it didn't look like it.
"Here's fifteen, keep the change." Rory could see the jealous anger in Tristan's face when she turned around. She thought that it was so cute. "Well lets it." Rory said while shutting the door behind her and moving into the living room.
"Ok." Tristan was starting to get a little flustered. He felt like a little girl, it was embarrassing.
Rory and Tristan just ate their dinner and were almost finished with their case at about a quarter to ten. They both didn't mind each other. After they had finished the case they started to talk about anything.
They were deep in conversation, so deep that they were practically attached to each other on the couch; there wasn't any breathing room. Until they got even closer, they decided to stop talking. 'They didn't' Tristan decided. All of a sudden he moved his hand onto Rory's knee. They looked into each other's eyes, Tristan inched his face closer to hers. He kissed her on the lips passionately for a moment. He broke the line, that line he had put up. Rory was happy, Tristan was thrilled; they couldn't help their feelings.
Rory and Tristan had gone at it for a good half an hour until, Rory stopped Tristan, and he wasn't pressuring her at all. He wasn't taking it slow, but he wouldn't want to do something that he would regret.
Rory then decided to say goodnight. "Tristan, do you want to stop by tomorrow?"
"No," he said to Rory leaving her with a disappointing look. "I would love if you can come by tomorrow."
Rory was happy, " I would love too." She said with a smile from ear to ear.
"Ok, I guess around 6?"
"That's fine." She said as she walked him to the door. " I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight" Tristan said, right before he kissed her. But he knew if he didn't make the kiss short they would be there for another ½ hour. He broke the kiss, turned around and left, leaving Rory standing there with a smile on her face.