Wow, 27 reviews. I'm so happy I could sing… "Where you lead/ I will follow/ Anywhere that you tell me to/ If you need/ You need me to be with you/ I will follow/ Where you lead." (Sorry, that was actually purely for the torture of my friend Nikki. Hehe!)

Now, because I know you all really want to know what the hell is going on, I will write the actual fic.

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"M-my-my side of the family?" Tristan stuttered.

"Oh, yeah. Lorelai Mary Gilmore. She's your kid." Rory was acting as nonchalant as she could.

"Wh-What?!"

"You remember that night. Senior year. We had a LEETLE bit too much to drink," she paused to see if he remembered. When he didn't say anything she continued. "Oh, come on Tris, don't pull this again."

"Pull what?"

"The whole trying to get me to say it just because you know I'll turn red and get all flustered."

"I wasn't trying to do that, I just really don't remember."

"Maybe you had even more to drink than I thought you did."

"You're telling me that we got drunk, ended up with a kid, and you never told me?"

"Hey, you're the one who joined the peacecorp and disappeared before I even knew."

"Well, you must have had some idea."

"Nope. And then you didn't even tell me you were leaving."

"I didn't know. I got the letter saying that if I wanted to be a part of the peacecorp that I had to leave that day, and when I tried calling you all I got was a busy signal. I didn't really have that much of a choice."



*Flashback…late May, 2007*

"Come on, Tris. We're going to be late," Rory called into the dorm room her best friend lived in.

There was no answer.

"Tris?"

Still no answer.

"Come on Tris, I'm serious."

She entered the room, hoping she'd find him in there, just playing a prank on her. He wasn't there. The entire place was empty, all that she found was an envelope with her name on it. She opened it to find a letter.

Rory,

I hate to do this to you, but I'm leaving. I got the call from the Peacecorp today, they want me, but I have to leave now. I wish I didn't have to go. Tell Paris where I am and then duck. She'll probably come after you with that crystal vase we got her last Christmas. I'd say I'll call, but I don't know if I'll have access to a phone, or even a stamp. They haven't told me my location yet. I'll contact you if I can.

Tristan ;_ ;

Tears streamed down Rory's face as she whispered, "great, I'm pregnant and the father's off fighting for peace."

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Okay, so it's short, but I wanted to clear some things up. Basically, how Tristan and Coral are related, and why Tristan didn't know about Coral.

Coming next chapter…we meet the man that Coral calls "dad." It'll be a while before Coral finds out what's going on, oh, and as for Jeremy, I haven't quite decided what I'm going to do with him as of yet.