Special Agent Tristan Dugrey
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tristan and Rory
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmoreland.
CHAPTER 3
Rory gasped as she recalls the familiar voice and her forgotten pet name. "Tristan?" she asks in a soft whisper. But then her eyes adjust to the light and the face of the man that danced with her at the gala appeared in front of her. "Michael?" she asks tentatively.
Tristan gives her an amused smile as he continues to untie her.
Rory squints her eyes at him and asks, "Who the hell are you?"
Tristan let's out a soft laugh. "It's good to see you too Rory. Now let's get out of here," he said as he finish unwinding the last piece of rope. He pulls her up to her feet and asks, "Are you strong enough to run?"
Rory nodded as she continues to examine his face for any sign of the young Chilton boy from her past.
Tristan turns around to avoid her intense gaze. He walks over to the door and peers out to see if the hallway is clear. He motions Rory to follow his lead. They dart out of the room, run down the hallway and climb into an air vent. They crawl quietly through the maze of air tunnels until they reach an opening leading down to the basement.
Tristan slides out of the vent and lands safely on the ground. He motions Rory to hurry but a look of fear flashes through her eyes. "It's high," she commented as she gripped the edge of the vent tighter.
"I got you," Tristan assured her. He reached out his arms and caught her as dove down. "Are you okay?" he asked softly as he held her in his arms.
She nodded in response. He kept his arms around her waist a bit longer before releasing her. She suddenly felt cold and empty the moment he let her go. She couldn't understand the heat and electricity she felt every time he touched her.
They walked over to a heavy steel door where Tristan enters a couple of digits on the control pad by the door. The door slid open giving them access to a dark dimly lit alleyway.
"Wait, what about my grandfather and the others?" Rory asked.
"We found them earlier. They're on a flight headed back to the U.S." Tristan explained.
"What about us?" Rory inquired.
"We have to fend for ourselves until I get a hold of them." Tristan said.
"Them?" Rory asks curiously.
"We have to go now," Tristan said avoiding the question. "Stay close to me," Tristan ordered. He took her hand and guided her through the dark streets.
***********
"Are we safe here?" Rory asked in a quiet voice. She sat at the edge of the bed with her knees pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. She scanned the tiny hotel rooms for a quick escape route or objects she could use as a weapon. She found herself imagining a scene where she would have to use the curtain as a rope to propel herself down a three- story drop.
Tristan glanced at her and noticed her lips curved into a tiny smile. Puzzled, he asked, "Why the smile Mary?"
Snapping back to reality, Rory focused back her attention to the man that saved her life, "I was having a Charlie's Angel moment," she explained.
Tristan rewarded her with a genuine smile. "I actually picture it more as a James Bond movie where the hero gets the girl," he said with a devilish grin.
Rory throws a pillow to his head but Tristan ducks and avoids it. Abruptly changing the mood, Rory asks, "Tristan, what happened to you?"
Tristan's eyes instantly darken. He looks into her eyes to see if she would understand. Understand why his job required him to lie, kill, and lead a life that is filled with void. He looked into her eyes and decided to take a chance.
"My grandfather is a benefactor of Oxford University, so after military school, I decided to change my life and stop living the lifestyle that would ultimately destroy me. The moment I graduated from military school, I no longer considered myself a Dugrey. For once I want to see if I could stand by myself, not as elitist Dugrey, but as Tristan; a boy who finally wanted more to life."
Rory smiled at the man and reached out her hand to him. "I vaguely remember a boy who loved to annoy me in high school. I believe he was a Dugrey. I sometimes wonder what happened to the Chilton Prince but I always had a feeling the boy would one day become a great man. Let's have anew beginning, Hi, I'm Rory."
Tristan takes her hand in to his and smiles at her, "It's a pleasure to met you Rory, I'm Tristan."
Tristan's smile began to falter, "If we're going to have a new beginning, I want to be honest with you. This job is that only thing that keeps me going from day to day. It's more than a job, it's my life. I-I just realized I don't want to get you involved in something that might harm you. You mean so much to me, more than you will ever know and I refuse to put you in danger. Rory, you have to understand that my job requires secrets, if not, I and the people I care about will die," he explained. He drops her hand and walks over to the window and stares out at the dark empty streets.
Rory looks up at him with frustration, "Don't shut me out of your life," she began.
"You don't know a thing about me." Tristan said curtly.
"You're right, I don't know anything about you," Rory exclaimed, "but you saved my life and I will forever me indebted to you. You are now part of my life."
"Rory, you don't understand. I'm not an angel." Tristan said dejectedly. "I'm the best that the CIA has to offer which means, I'm no better than the so called enemies that I'm fighting."
"You're doing this for our country," Rory said in defense.
"When it comes down to it, I'm also the bad guy," Tristan said coldly, "Who am I to take the lives of the people that I have killed."
"Then why do it?"
"Because I'm untouchable."
"Then you are no better then the little Chilton boy that you once were."
Tristan looked at her in silence. She was right. No matter how much he didn't want to be a Dugrey, his ego continues to thrive. He knew damn well that he could chose another profession, but he knew he couldn't walk away from the adrenaline rush that came with every mission, the power he felt when he succeeded, and the sweet reward of knowing he is the best. She's right, deep down, he was still the little boy.
"We should get on a plane back to Washington. It's safe now. " Tristan informed her in a cold detached voice.
BACK AT THE WASHINGTON HEADQUARTERS
"Why can't we get along?" Rory asked seriously.
Tristan shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."
"What happens now?" she questions.
"Keatings will call you into his office for a debriefing." Tristan said in a professional voice.
"I wasn't talking about that." Rory said with an exasperated tone.
"I know." He quietly replies.
A moment later, Keating steps out into the conference room to show Rory to his office.
ONE YEAR LATER
"I miss you so much," Lane said to her best friend over the phone. "I can't believe that you left me, your mother, and Luke to live with that gorgeous blue-eye, blond boyfriend of yours."
Rory smiled as she pulled into her Santa Monica home. "Stop being so melodramatic. I'll coming to visit in a coupe of weeks. Plus you have Dave to keep you entertained. Be happy for me, everything might be moving quickly but I'm happy."
"I'm glad he makes you happy. But seriously Ror, there's something creepy about him." Lane said in a blunt best friend kind of way.
"You think creepy, I on the other hand think, mysterious." Rory tried to explain.
"You're not exactly known for picking the "normal" guys." Lane said teasingly. "Jess the gnome stealer, Colin and his toe fetish-"
"Lane!"
"Rory!" Lane responded. "I'm just trying to look out for you!"
"He's charming and you know it."
"Yes, but his eyes gave him away. Rory, he's hiding something."
"I know his secrets."
"Wanna share?"
"Goodbye Lane."
"Fine, bye Ror."
"Bye." Rory replied. She steps out of her car and walks towards the front door. She opens the door and is greeted by a familiar voice talking on the phone from the other room. Rory walks towards the voice with a smile on her face, "Stop flirting with my mother!"
He looked at her with a devilish grin, "Lorelia was just telling me how her day was at the Inn."
"Sure she was, stop playing Romeo with my mom. It's really creepy." Rory said with mock disgust. "Can I talk to my mother please?"
Rory grabs the phone and begins her daily chatter with Lorelai. "You already have Luke! Why are you trying to steal my man huh?!" she asked teasingly.
Suddenly a cellphone tone begins to play, and Rory is forced to get off his lap. He enters the kitchen and takes the cell-phone out to the patio.
"Sark," he answers.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tristan and Rory
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmoreland.
CHAPTER 3
Rory gasped as she recalls the familiar voice and her forgotten pet name. "Tristan?" she asks in a soft whisper. But then her eyes adjust to the light and the face of the man that danced with her at the gala appeared in front of her. "Michael?" she asks tentatively.
Tristan gives her an amused smile as he continues to untie her.
Rory squints her eyes at him and asks, "Who the hell are you?"
Tristan let's out a soft laugh. "It's good to see you too Rory. Now let's get out of here," he said as he finish unwinding the last piece of rope. He pulls her up to her feet and asks, "Are you strong enough to run?"
Rory nodded as she continues to examine his face for any sign of the young Chilton boy from her past.
Tristan turns around to avoid her intense gaze. He walks over to the door and peers out to see if the hallway is clear. He motions Rory to follow his lead. They dart out of the room, run down the hallway and climb into an air vent. They crawl quietly through the maze of air tunnels until they reach an opening leading down to the basement.
Tristan slides out of the vent and lands safely on the ground. He motions Rory to hurry but a look of fear flashes through her eyes. "It's high," she commented as she gripped the edge of the vent tighter.
"I got you," Tristan assured her. He reached out his arms and caught her as dove down. "Are you okay?" he asked softly as he held her in his arms.
She nodded in response. He kept his arms around her waist a bit longer before releasing her. She suddenly felt cold and empty the moment he let her go. She couldn't understand the heat and electricity she felt every time he touched her.
They walked over to a heavy steel door where Tristan enters a couple of digits on the control pad by the door. The door slid open giving them access to a dark dimly lit alleyway.
"Wait, what about my grandfather and the others?" Rory asked.
"We found them earlier. They're on a flight headed back to the U.S." Tristan explained.
"What about us?" Rory inquired.
"We have to fend for ourselves until I get a hold of them." Tristan said.
"Them?" Rory asks curiously.
"We have to go now," Tristan said avoiding the question. "Stay close to me," Tristan ordered. He took her hand and guided her through the dark streets.
***********
"Are we safe here?" Rory asked in a quiet voice. She sat at the edge of the bed with her knees pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. She scanned the tiny hotel rooms for a quick escape route or objects she could use as a weapon. She found herself imagining a scene where she would have to use the curtain as a rope to propel herself down a three- story drop.
Tristan glanced at her and noticed her lips curved into a tiny smile. Puzzled, he asked, "Why the smile Mary?"
Snapping back to reality, Rory focused back her attention to the man that saved her life, "I was having a Charlie's Angel moment," she explained.
Tristan rewarded her with a genuine smile. "I actually picture it more as a James Bond movie where the hero gets the girl," he said with a devilish grin.
Rory throws a pillow to his head but Tristan ducks and avoids it. Abruptly changing the mood, Rory asks, "Tristan, what happened to you?"
Tristan's eyes instantly darken. He looks into her eyes to see if she would understand. Understand why his job required him to lie, kill, and lead a life that is filled with void. He looked into her eyes and decided to take a chance.
"My grandfather is a benefactor of Oxford University, so after military school, I decided to change my life and stop living the lifestyle that would ultimately destroy me. The moment I graduated from military school, I no longer considered myself a Dugrey. For once I want to see if I could stand by myself, not as elitist Dugrey, but as Tristan; a boy who finally wanted more to life."
Rory smiled at the man and reached out her hand to him. "I vaguely remember a boy who loved to annoy me in high school. I believe he was a Dugrey. I sometimes wonder what happened to the Chilton Prince but I always had a feeling the boy would one day become a great man. Let's have anew beginning, Hi, I'm Rory."
Tristan takes her hand in to his and smiles at her, "It's a pleasure to met you Rory, I'm Tristan."
Tristan's smile began to falter, "If we're going to have a new beginning, I want to be honest with you. This job is that only thing that keeps me going from day to day. It's more than a job, it's my life. I-I just realized I don't want to get you involved in something that might harm you. You mean so much to me, more than you will ever know and I refuse to put you in danger. Rory, you have to understand that my job requires secrets, if not, I and the people I care about will die," he explained. He drops her hand and walks over to the window and stares out at the dark empty streets.
Rory looks up at him with frustration, "Don't shut me out of your life," she began.
"You don't know a thing about me." Tristan said curtly.
"You're right, I don't know anything about you," Rory exclaimed, "but you saved my life and I will forever me indebted to you. You are now part of my life."
"Rory, you don't understand. I'm not an angel." Tristan said dejectedly. "I'm the best that the CIA has to offer which means, I'm no better than the so called enemies that I'm fighting."
"You're doing this for our country," Rory said in defense.
"When it comes down to it, I'm also the bad guy," Tristan said coldly, "Who am I to take the lives of the people that I have killed."
"Then why do it?"
"Because I'm untouchable."
"Then you are no better then the little Chilton boy that you once were."
Tristan looked at her in silence. She was right. No matter how much he didn't want to be a Dugrey, his ego continues to thrive. He knew damn well that he could chose another profession, but he knew he couldn't walk away from the adrenaline rush that came with every mission, the power he felt when he succeeded, and the sweet reward of knowing he is the best. She's right, deep down, he was still the little boy.
"We should get on a plane back to Washington. It's safe now. " Tristan informed her in a cold detached voice.
BACK AT THE WASHINGTON HEADQUARTERS
"Why can't we get along?" Rory asked seriously.
Tristan shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."
"What happens now?" she questions.
"Keatings will call you into his office for a debriefing." Tristan said in a professional voice.
"I wasn't talking about that." Rory said with an exasperated tone.
"I know." He quietly replies.
A moment later, Keating steps out into the conference room to show Rory to his office.
ONE YEAR LATER
"I miss you so much," Lane said to her best friend over the phone. "I can't believe that you left me, your mother, and Luke to live with that gorgeous blue-eye, blond boyfriend of yours."
Rory smiled as she pulled into her Santa Monica home. "Stop being so melodramatic. I'll coming to visit in a coupe of weeks. Plus you have Dave to keep you entertained. Be happy for me, everything might be moving quickly but I'm happy."
"I'm glad he makes you happy. But seriously Ror, there's something creepy about him." Lane said in a blunt best friend kind of way.
"You think creepy, I on the other hand think, mysterious." Rory tried to explain.
"You're not exactly known for picking the "normal" guys." Lane said teasingly. "Jess the gnome stealer, Colin and his toe fetish-"
"Lane!"
"Rory!" Lane responded. "I'm just trying to look out for you!"
"He's charming and you know it."
"Yes, but his eyes gave him away. Rory, he's hiding something."
"I know his secrets."
"Wanna share?"
"Goodbye Lane."
"Fine, bye Ror."
"Bye." Rory replied. She steps out of her car and walks towards the front door. She opens the door and is greeted by a familiar voice talking on the phone from the other room. Rory walks towards the voice with a smile on her face, "Stop flirting with my mother!"
He looked at her with a devilish grin, "Lorelia was just telling me how her day was at the Inn."
"Sure she was, stop playing Romeo with my mom. It's really creepy." Rory said with mock disgust. "Can I talk to my mother please?"
Rory grabs the phone and begins her daily chatter with Lorelai. "You already have Luke! Why are you trying to steal my man huh?!" she asked teasingly.
Suddenly a cellphone tone begins to play, and Rory is forced to get off his lap. He enters the kitchen and takes the cell-phone out to the patio.
"Sark," he answers.