Chapter 14
To my supercallafragilisticexpialadoshous readers: I updated Chapter 13, so if you care to read the changes, please do so, and tell me if it's better than it used to be. Wow, I have 89 reviews! That's amazing! I still don't know how many people are reading this, but unless you take pity on me and review, I fear I shall never know. As to the queries/requests that this should/not be a 'Trory' (euch, that's an ugly word! whoever thought of it should be shot or something) I don't know what's going to happen yet. But I have a pretty good idea. And don't worry, all opinions will be appeased. I promise. On another note, I promised a guest appearance from Lane, which is going to happen in Chapter 15 (sorry!) But never fear! This chapter has it all. Romance, intrigue and the results from the fight (Dean vs. Tristan) in the last installment. So pull up a chair, pour yourself some coffee (Gilmore style) and get comfortable. Please review after you read this! Oh, and enjoy...
-authors-anonymous
p.s. Jess is coming back soon, don't you worry!
p.p.s. Ahh! I hate this stupid new formatting thing. Haven't they (i.e.: fanfic gods) ever heard of paragraphs? Sorry, I had to bitch. I'm done now. Actually... ________________________________________________
Legal Note:
Gilmore Girls does NOT belong to me. The characters of Gilmore Girls do NOT belong to me. The wonderful actors who act in Gilmore Girls do NOT belong to me (except for Jess, but no one needs to know that).
I own this story. It's my precious. MINE. Not yours. Don't steal it. If you want it, ask me first. It's quite irksome to find my story on someone else's site, when I hadn't even been told. Why (underlined several times) anyone would even WANT to have this on his or her site is unexplainable, but should the urge arise, just ASK ME FIRST! Thank you.
No offence is meant to anyone. Writers and readers alike. If you feel that your story has been satirized directly, please don't be offended. Use it as "constructive criticism" if you will.
That is all. _ _______________________________________________
Without another thought, Rory ran into the scuffle....
"Dean!" Rory shouted, jumping on the large boy's back. "Get off of him!"
[Dean heard "Dean! Get him!"]
"I'm trying!" he shouted back, above the noise of the crowd. "It'd be a bit easier if you weren't pulling me away..."
"Hey! Bag boy! There's a reason that you're going to a public high school!"
"Yeah? Well you're the one who's going to be balancing my checkbook in 10 years Dristan!"
Tristan didn't reply immediately, as Deans fist smashed into his jaw.
"How'd you like that rich boy? Huh?"
"Your insults are as stupid as you are," said Tristan, and tackled Dean to the ground.
"It takes one to know one!" quipped Dean, right before Tristan punched him, hard.
"Takes one what?" asked Tristan, who was breathing heavily. Dean didn't say anything as Tristan stood up and brushed off his pants, feeling his jaw tentatively. It was quite painful, but he didn't think it was broken. He picked up his jacket, which he had thrown off in the heat of the moment, and looked down at Dean, who was lying face up on the sidewalk.
"You w-want m-more of that?" sneered Dean, and tried to stand up.
"More of what? You're the one on the ground, not me."
"Tristan!" cried Rory, running over to him. "Are you okay?"
"I am now," he declared, and took her hand.
"Hey Dristan! We're not finished yet!" called Dean.
"Bean...you're an idiot!" said Tristan, and walked away with Rory.
"I am rubber! You are glue! What bounces off me sticks to you!" cried Dean to their retreating backs. Only when they didn't turn around did he realize that he had been mortally insulted.
'Oh, precious little Rory doesn't like me anymore,' he thought, as he picked himself up slowly. 'I will be revenged! I don't care how long it takes, how long I have to go to the gym for, I will be revenged...' and as Dean continued to seethe, the crowd dispersed, dissapointed that the fight was over so soon. Taylor rushed over to Dean and helped him up, all the while lecturing him on the proper decorum for a fight in Stars Hollow.
Meanwhile, back at the Gilmore home both Tristan and Rory were tending to the others wounds. Rory had been quite knocked up [no pun intended...yet] and Tristan had his troublesome jaw injury. Lorelai escorted the two home, got out a box of waterproof bandaids and left, claiming to have some pressing need at the Inn.
"Oh Tristan, I'm so sorry!" said Rory, while cleaning the cuts on his face. "I had no idea that Dean was home."
"Oh, I don't blame you Rory," Tristan replied, and ran his fingers lightly over her forming bruises. "But you shouldn't have run in, I could have handled it."
"What do you mean? He's a lot bigger than you! He could have killed you!" Rory exclaimed, becoming slightly angry. "After all, his is my ex- boyfriend, so really I had as much right to fight him as you did."
"Rory, I didn't-"
"No! How can you be so condessending! Just last week you were begging me to get detention with you, and now I can't even interject some sinister ploy into the story to see you naked! God, you really are concieted."
"Firstly, I wasn't 'begging', I was trying to spice things up. Secondly, if you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask."
"You're right, I'm sorry," Rory said immediatly, and down next to him on the couch. Casually, Tristan put his arm over the back and then slowly lowered it over her shoulders. Rory snuggled into his arms.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you..." he said, rubbing her cheek affectionately. "It's the second time that I haven't been there..."
"What?!" asked Rory, confused. "The first time was fate, the second was accident. Kind of like what happens at the end of most 'Trory's'."
"I don't understand."
"It's 'fate' that me fall in love, and the 'accident'..." Rory blushed "...the accident happens when we get a bit too involved."
"Ohh!" said Tristan, who was also getting a bit embarrased. Rory snuggled a bit closer to him, and put her head on his shoulder. Suddenly she jumped up.
"What is it?" asked the sex god.
"I'm going to get into something a bit more comfortable," said Rory, and limped towards her room. Then, she fell. Tristan jumped up and rushed over to her.
"Rory?" he said, as he picked her up and held her in his arms.
"Tristan, don't leave me!"
"Never!" he proclaimed, and smoothed her hair. "Come on, I'll walk you too your bed room." The two made their way to Rory's room, and Tristan helped her sit on her bed. Just as he was about to leave, Rory screamed. She pointed to her pillow, and gingerly picked up the blood stained note, her name written with the stickey substance.
"What does it say?" asked Tristan. Rory opened it hesitantely, and showed it to Tristan so both could read it.
'Rory-- I'm watching you...-D'
"Tristan! It's from Dean!" she said and dropped it. "I'm scared!"
"Don't be. I'm here," Tristan replied, and threw the letter in the trash. "It's probobly nothing. I wouldn't worry about it. Actually..." he paused, thinking hard. "Well, it could be dangerous. I'd better stay in here while you get changed."
"Okay..." said Rory weakly, and told him what she wanted to wear so that she could remain sitting on the bed. It took her nearly half an hour to get changed, partly because her motor movement was restricted because of shock, and partly because she wanted to give Tristan a little 'show', so to speak.
Eventually they went back into the living room and chose a movie to watch. Rory was happy just sitting next to him, but Tristan had other motives. Somehow he managed to manouver Rory onto his lap, leaning against his chest. Rory felt a bit confined, but didn't show it.
"Rory, I'm home!" shouted Lorelai, coming through the front door. "Tristan, are you staying or going?"
"Well..."
"You're right," affirmed Lorelai, "it's getting late. I'm going to bed, see you in the morning!" As soon as she went upstairs, Tristan turned to Rory.
"Isn't it only two o'clock?" he asked, puzzled.
"No, look outside." Tristan looked. It would have been pitch black, if not for the street lights.
"Wow...that's weird..."
[AN: Remember readers, Tristan is from Hartford. They don't have the weirdo time setting. Just day-light savings. God, how do I think of these things??]
The two continued to hold each other long after the last credits had played and the TV had a blue screen. Both were so engrossed with their own thoughts that they hadn't even noticed the movie was over and done with.
'This is amazing,' thought Tristan, 'just last season we hated each other. I called her Mary and I tried to ruin her life...how things have changed...'
'Tristan is wonderful. I used to hate him, but now that I know him I know that he's a sweet, sincere, honest, hot hot man. Well, I knew about the hot part, but I didn't know how good he looked without a shirt!' thought Rory, blushing when she remembered how she had come to know. At last the two noticed, with some embarrassment, that the movie had finished. Rory disentangled herself from Tristan's lap and walked over to the hall closet, getting him a pillow and some blankets so he could sleep on the couch [AN: But does he ever 'really' sleep on the couch? I think not.].
"Thanks for staying with me" Rory said as she helped him put the blankets on the couch.
"Thank you for letting me stay," Tristan said, and looked into her eyes. Rory smiled at him and walked into her bedroom, leaving the door open. Then, she screamed.
"Rory! What's wrong?" asked Tristan, who raced into her room at the first sign of trouble. All Rory could do was point at the bloodied note on her pillow. Tristan picked it up and held it at arms length.
"What does it say?" Rory managed to gasp.
"It's kind of smeary, but I think..." he squinted, "...'Rory-- I will kill you. Yours, D'"
"Oh Tristan!" cried Rory, and clung to him.
"It's not as bad as it seems..." said Tristan, trying to soothe both Rory and himself.
"How can it not be bad? Dean wants to kill me!" Rory practically shouted.
"Well..." Tristan paused, pondering. "Well, for one thing, it's not written in blood, only ketchup."
"Oh."
"And... well, I'm here. I'll protect you!"
"Oh Tristan!" cried Rory again, and hugged him closer. "You don't know how much that means to me."
'Yes, actually, I do.' Tristan thought, but didn't say anything. He just wanted to bask in the love that Rory was giving him, without even knowing it.
To my supercallafragilisticexpialadoshous readers: I updated Chapter 13, so if you care to read the changes, please do so, and tell me if it's better than it used to be. Wow, I have 89 reviews! That's amazing! I still don't know how many people are reading this, but unless you take pity on me and review, I fear I shall never know. As to the queries/requests that this should/not be a 'Trory' (euch, that's an ugly word! whoever thought of it should be shot or something) I don't know what's going to happen yet. But I have a pretty good idea. And don't worry, all opinions will be appeased. I promise. On another note, I promised a guest appearance from Lane, which is going to happen in Chapter 15 (sorry!) But never fear! This chapter has it all. Romance, intrigue and the results from the fight (Dean vs. Tristan) in the last installment. So pull up a chair, pour yourself some coffee (Gilmore style) and get comfortable. Please review after you read this! Oh, and enjoy...
-authors-anonymous
p.s. Jess is coming back soon, don't you worry!
p.p.s. Ahh! I hate this stupid new formatting thing. Haven't they (i.e.: fanfic gods) ever heard of paragraphs? Sorry, I had to bitch. I'm done now. Actually... ________________________________________________
Legal Note:
Gilmore Girls does NOT belong to me. The characters of Gilmore Girls do NOT belong to me. The wonderful actors who act in Gilmore Girls do NOT belong to me (except for Jess, but no one needs to know that).
I own this story. It's my precious. MINE. Not yours. Don't steal it. If you want it, ask me first. It's quite irksome to find my story on someone else's site, when I hadn't even been told. Why (underlined several times) anyone would even WANT to have this on his or her site is unexplainable, but should the urge arise, just ASK ME FIRST! Thank you.
No offence is meant to anyone. Writers and readers alike. If you feel that your story has been satirized directly, please don't be offended. Use it as "constructive criticism" if you will.
That is all. _ _______________________________________________
Without another thought, Rory ran into the scuffle....
"Dean!" Rory shouted, jumping on the large boy's back. "Get off of him!"
[Dean heard "Dean! Get him!"]
"I'm trying!" he shouted back, above the noise of the crowd. "It'd be a bit easier if you weren't pulling me away..."
"Hey! Bag boy! There's a reason that you're going to a public high school!"
"Yeah? Well you're the one who's going to be balancing my checkbook in 10 years Dristan!"
Tristan didn't reply immediately, as Deans fist smashed into his jaw.
"How'd you like that rich boy? Huh?"
"Your insults are as stupid as you are," said Tristan, and tackled Dean to the ground.
"It takes one to know one!" quipped Dean, right before Tristan punched him, hard.
"Takes one what?" asked Tristan, who was breathing heavily. Dean didn't say anything as Tristan stood up and brushed off his pants, feeling his jaw tentatively. It was quite painful, but he didn't think it was broken. He picked up his jacket, which he had thrown off in the heat of the moment, and looked down at Dean, who was lying face up on the sidewalk.
"You w-want m-more of that?" sneered Dean, and tried to stand up.
"More of what? You're the one on the ground, not me."
"Tristan!" cried Rory, running over to him. "Are you okay?"
"I am now," he declared, and took her hand.
"Hey Dristan! We're not finished yet!" called Dean.
"Bean...you're an idiot!" said Tristan, and walked away with Rory.
"I am rubber! You are glue! What bounces off me sticks to you!" cried Dean to their retreating backs. Only when they didn't turn around did he realize that he had been mortally insulted.
'Oh, precious little Rory doesn't like me anymore,' he thought, as he picked himself up slowly. 'I will be revenged! I don't care how long it takes, how long I have to go to the gym for, I will be revenged...' and as Dean continued to seethe, the crowd dispersed, dissapointed that the fight was over so soon. Taylor rushed over to Dean and helped him up, all the while lecturing him on the proper decorum for a fight in Stars Hollow.
Meanwhile, back at the Gilmore home both Tristan and Rory were tending to the others wounds. Rory had been quite knocked up [no pun intended...yet] and Tristan had his troublesome jaw injury. Lorelai escorted the two home, got out a box of waterproof bandaids and left, claiming to have some pressing need at the Inn.
"Oh Tristan, I'm so sorry!" said Rory, while cleaning the cuts on his face. "I had no idea that Dean was home."
"Oh, I don't blame you Rory," Tristan replied, and ran his fingers lightly over her forming bruises. "But you shouldn't have run in, I could have handled it."
"What do you mean? He's a lot bigger than you! He could have killed you!" Rory exclaimed, becoming slightly angry. "After all, his is my ex- boyfriend, so really I had as much right to fight him as you did."
"Rory, I didn't-"
"No! How can you be so condessending! Just last week you were begging me to get detention with you, and now I can't even interject some sinister ploy into the story to see you naked! God, you really are concieted."
"Firstly, I wasn't 'begging', I was trying to spice things up. Secondly, if you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask."
"You're right, I'm sorry," Rory said immediatly, and down next to him on the couch. Casually, Tristan put his arm over the back and then slowly lowered it over her shoulders. Rory snuggled into his arms.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you..." he said, rubbing her cheek affectionately. "It's the second time that I haven't been there..."
"What?!" asked Rory, confused. "The first time was fate, the second was accident. Kind of like what happens at the end of most 'Trory's'."
"I don't understand."
"It's 'fate' that me fall in love, and the 'accident'..." Rory blushed "...the accident happens when we get a bit too involved."
"Ohh!" said Tristan, who was also getting a bit embarrased. Rory snuggled a bit closer to him, and put her head on his shoulder. Suddenly she jumped up.
"What is it?" asked the sex god.
"I'm going to get into something a bit more comfortable," said Rory, and limped towards her room. Then, she fell. Tristan jumped up and rushed over to her.
"Rory?" he said, as he picked her up and held her in his arms.
"Tristan, don't leave me!"
"Never!" he proclaimed, and smoothed her hair. "Come on, I'll walk you too your bed room." The two made their way to Rory's room, and Tristan helped her sit on her bed. Just as he was about to leave, Rory screamed. She pointed to her pillow, and gingerly picked up the blood stained note, her name written with the stickey substance.
"What does it say?" asked Tristan. Rory opened it hesitantely, and showed it to Tristan so both could read it.
'Rory-- I'm watching you...-D'
"Tristan! It's from Dean!" she said and dropped it. "I'm scared!"
"Don't be. I'm here," Tristan replied, and threw the letter in the trash. "It's probobly nothing. I wouldn't worry about it. Actually..." he paused, thinking hard. "Well, it could be dangerous. I'd better stay in here while you get changed."
"Okay..." said Rory weakly, and told him what she wanted to wear so that she could remain sitting on the bed. It took her nearly half an hour to get changed, partly because her motor movement was restricted because of shock, and partly because she wanted to give Tristan a little 'show', so to speak.
Eventually they went back into the living room and chose a movie to watch. Rory was happy just sitting next to him, but Tristan had other motives. Somehow he managed to manouver Rory onto his lap, leaning against his chest. Rory felt a bit confined, but didn't show it.
"Rory, I'm home!" shouted Lorelai, coming through the front door. "Tristan, are you staying or going?"
"Well..."
"You're right," affirmed Lorelai, "it's getting late. I'm going to bed, see you in the morning!" As soon as she went upstairs, Tristan turned to Rory.
"Isn't it only two o'clock?" he asked, puzzled.
"No, look outside." Tristan looked. It would have been pitch black, if not for the street lights.
"Wow...that's weird..."
[AN: Remember readers, Tristan is from Hartford. They don't have the weirdo time setting. Just day-light savings. God, how do I think of these things??]
The two continued to hold each other long after the last credits had played and the TV had a blue screen. Both were so engrossed with their own thoughts that they hadn't even noticed the movie was over and done with.
'This is amazing,' thought Tristan, 'just last season we hated each other. I called her Mary and I tried to ruin her life...how things have changed...'
'Tristan is wonderful. I used to hate him, but now that I know him I know that he's a sweet, sincere, honest, hot hot man. Well, I knew about the hot part, but I didn't know how good he looked without a shirt!' thought Rory, blushing when she remembered how she had come to know. At last the two noticed, with some embarrassment, that the movie had finished. Rory disentangled herself from Tristan's lap and walked over to the hall closet, getting him a pillow and some blankets so he could sleep on the couch [AN: But does he ever 'really' sleep on the couch? I think not.].
"Thanks for staying with me" Rory said as she helped him put the blankets on the couch.
"Thank you for letting me stay," Tristan said, and looked into her eyes. Rory smiled at him and walked into her bedroom, leaving the door open. Then, she screamed.
"Rory! What's wrong?" asked Tristan, who raced into her room at the first sign of trouble. All Rory could do was point at the bloodied note on her pillow. Tristan picked it up and held it at arms length.
"What does it say?" Rory managed to gasp.
"It's kind of smeary, but I think..." he squinted, "...'Rory-- I will kill you. Yours, D'"
"Oh Tristan!" cried Rory, and clung to him.
"It's not as bad as it seems..." said Tristan, trying to soothe both Rory and himself.
"How can it not be bad? Dean wants to kill me!" Rory practically shouted.
"Well..." Tristan paused, pondering. "Well, for one thing, it's not written in blood, only ketchup."
"Oh."
"And... well, I'm here. I'll protect you!"
"Oh Tristan!" cried Rory again, and hugged him closer. "You don't know how much that means to me."
'Yes, actually, I do.' Tristan thought, but didn't say anything. He just wanted to bask in the love that Rory was giving him, without even knowing it.