Author: Christina
Pairing: Rory/Tristan Spoilers: Totally AU fic. Run Away, Little Boy never happened Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmore Girls. That damn evil genius Amy Sherman-Palladino owns everything. 'Cept Chad Michael Murray. I've got him up in my room right now and if anyone ever wants him to return to his life as a major celebrity, you better start doing some serious convincing so that Amy Sherman Palladino lets our beloved hottie, Tristan Janlen DuGrey come back
Why Do You Build Me Up, Buttercup?
Chapter One
Too Many Nicknames
'Why didn't I go to that party?' Rory Gilmore chided herself. 'Tristan and his band are playing and anything would be better than sitting here waiting for Dean to call me. Why did Mom have to go out with Dad tonight?' She got up off of her bed and walked over to her massive bookshelf. 'What to read, what to read. Hmm. The Hours? Why not, I'm in the mood for a good sob story.'
One Hour Later
'I'm just like her! I am Laura Brown.' Rory realizes as she quietly makes her way down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She is secretly hoping that the maids don't hear her because then she'll have to explain to them why she is out of bed at this, as her grandmother puts it, 'ungodly hour of the night'. But at the same time, she wishes that she weren't the only one awake. She absolutely hated the looming silence that hung around her as she crept about the dark house. As if her thoughts were being read, the doorbell rang. 'Mom must be playing a practical joke on me.' She decided as she walked to the huge French doors at the entryway of her parents' house. However, she was completely taken by surprise when she found not her mother and father at the door, but Tristan DuGrey. He laughed openly when she cautiously cracked the door open. "Jeez Mare, you look like an axe murderer is after you. It's just me. Of course you don't know my deep dark secret." "Which is?" she giggled. "That I myself am a rogue agent of the CIA, and have come to kill you." 'Or that I love you. Take your pick' he added to himself silently. "So why are you here Bible Boy?" she questioned curiously. "You told me that your set doesn't end until 11:00. It's only 10:30 right now." "Well, the party turned out to be a bomb. Madeline's parents came home an hour early. So everybody had to leave. She's going to be grounded for a really long time. You should have seen the look on her dad's face when he caught her in the closet with Todd. He looked like a giant blueberry. Like that one girl, Violet in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." "Really?" she giggled again. "Yeah. Dude, it was priceless. You should have been there. Which brings me to the question of, where were you?" "Well I was supposed to have a Movie Marathon with my mom, but Dad got back about a week early from his trip to Barcelona, so they decided to go out and celebrate. And then, Dean was supposed to call me tonight, but he didn't. So I ended up reading 'Madame Bovary', and 'The Hours' waiting for my parents to come back. I thought you were my mom playing some stupid joke on me that's why I looked like an axe murder was after me when I opened the door." "Still going out with the Beav huh?" He smirked at his crude comment. "Yeah well, if he wants to continue going out with me, then he is gonna have to start calling. I haven't heard from him in over a week. Honestly it's been kind of nice not having him call me every day at least 3 times a day. I enjoy the silence." She smiled weakly. "So I kinda brought you a present." He mentioned, trying to break the awkward silence that had settled between them. "Really?" she asked visibly lighting up. "Yeah. Come out guys," he called to the bushes. She started to mention something to him about how he shouldn't be talking to inanimate objects, when she saw Todd Grisham, Bobby Newman, Brandon Thomas, and Dustin Carlings pop out from behind the hedges in her front yard. They brought their guitars with them and Bobby had the guys help him lug the drums out from the back of Dustin's truck "Wow Tris." She says with disbelief as she watches him and his band set up their guitars and drums and microphones in front of her door. "Ready?" he asks the guys. When they nod Tristan grabs the mike and begins to sing and dance in front of her. "Why do you build me up, Buttercup baby, Just to let me down? It's your way around it And worst of all You never call baby, When you say you will, But I love you still. I need you! More than anyone darling! I know that I have from the start. So, build me up, Buttercup. Don't break my heart." She laughed and clapped as the guys put away the instruments, and crowded back into the truck. "So," Tristan begins. "What do you say Buttercup?" "What do you mean Tristan? And what is with all the nicknames? First there's Mary, and its shortened form Mare, and there is Ror, which you shouldn't call me--" "Unless I wish to die a very painful death," he broke in. "Right. And now you've come up with Buttercup. I honestly don't understand!" she finished exasperated. "Man! Is she thick or what!" Dustin says as he elbows the others in the truck "Yeah. How can she not get it?" Brandon questions the others from the back "Rory what don't you get?" Tristan asks. "The song says it all. So." "Will I be your girlfriend?" she asks him. He nods earnestly. "God, Tris," she exclaims. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to ask me that, but I can't be." "Why?" he asks. "Rory, we both know that you want to be with me as badly as I want to be with you. So why can't you be my girlfriend?" One word sums it all up for Tristan as Rory manages to choke it out. "Dean." She says in between hiccups which she has gotten trying to hold back the tears that are now freely falling down her face. As Tristan is leaning over Rory, trying to comfort her, Dean walks up with a scowl on his face. As soon as he notices Tristan leaning over a shivering crumpled Rory his fist takes over for his brain. "What did you do you rich little bastard? If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, stay the HELL away from MY girlfriend!!" He swiftly punches Tristan square on the nose and then kicks him in the chest. Tristan lets out a moan and falls to the floor. Before his eyes close he weakly gasps out, "Rory!" and then he becomes silent. Through her wall of tears, Rory can see all that has happened between Tristan and Dean, and after Dean punches Tristan she runs over and crumples at the sight of Tristan, unconscious, with blood trickling out from the right side of his mouth. "I need you Tristan, you can't die. I won't let you. I love you too much," she whispers as Dean, in a rage, comes running swiftly at her with the same fist that he knocked out Tristan with, outstretched.
Pairing: Rory/Tristan Spoilers: Totally AU fic. Run Away, Little Boy never happened Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmore Girls. That damn evil genius Amy Sherman-Palladino owns everything. 'Cept Chad Michael Murray. I've got him up in my room right now and if anyone ever wants him to return to his life as a major celebrity, you better start doing some serious convincing so that Amy Sherman Palladino lets our beloved hottie, Tristan Janlen DuGrey come back
Why Do You Build Me Up, Buttercup?
Chapter One
Too Many Nicknames
'Why didn't I go to that party?' Rory Gilmore chided herself. 'Tristan and his band are playing and anything would be better than sitting here waiting for Dean to call me. Why did Mom have to go out with Dad tonight?' She got up off of her bed and walked over to her massive bookshelf. 'What to read, what to read. Hmm. The Hours? Why not, I'm in the mood for a good sob story.'
One Hour Later
'I'm just like her! I am Laura Brown.' Rory realizes as she quietly makes her way down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She is secretly hoping that the maids don't hear her because then she'll have to explain to them why she is out of bed at this, as her grandmother puts it, 'ungodly hour of the night'. But at the same time, she wishes that she weren't the only one awake. She absolutely hated the looming silence that hung around her as she crept about the dark house. As if her thoughts were being read, the doorbell rang. 'Mom must be playing a practical joke on me.' She decided as she walked to the huge French doors at the entryway of her parents' house. However, she was completely taken by surprise when she found not her mother and father at the door, but Tristan DuGrey. He laughed openly when she cautiously cracked the door open. "Jeez Mare, you look like an axe murderer is after you. It's just me. Of course you don't know my deep dark secret." "Which is?" she giggled. "That I myself am a rogue agent of the CIA, and have come to kill you." 'Or that I love you. Take your pick' he added to himself silently. "So why are you here Bible Boy?" she questioned curiously. "You told me that your set doesn't end until 11:00. It's only 10:30 right now." "Well, the party turned out to be a bomb. Madeline's parents came home an hour early. So everybody had to leave. She's going to be grounded for a really long time. You should have seen the look on her dad's face when he caught her in the closet with Todd. He looked like a giant blueberry. Like that one girl, Violet in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." "Really?" she giggled again. "Yeah. Dude, it was priceless. You should have been there. Which brings me to the question of, where were you?" "Well I was supposed to have a Movie Marathon with my mom, but Dad got back about a week early from his trip to Barcelona, so they decided to go out and celebrate. And then, Dean was supposed to call me tonight, but he didn't. So I ended up reading 'Madame Bovary', and 'The Hours' waiting for my parents to come back. I thought you were my mom playing some stupid joke on me that's why I looked like an axe murder was after me when I opened the door." "Still going out with the Beav huh?" He smirked at his crude comment. "Yeah well, if he wants to continue going out with me, then he is gonna have to start calling. I haven't heard from him in over a week. Honestly it's been kind of nice not having him call me every day at least 3 times a day. I enjoy the silence." She smiled weakly. "So I kinda brought you a present." He mentioned, trying to break the awkward silence that had settled between them. "Really?" she asked visibly lighting up. "Yeah. Come out guys," he called to the bushes. She started to mention something to him about how he shouldn't be talking to inanimate objects, when she saw Todd Grisham, Bobby Newman, Brandon Thomas, and Dustin Carlings pop out from behind the hedges in her front yard. They brought their guitars with them and Bobby had the guys help him lug the drums out from the back of Dustin's truck "Wow Tris." She says with disbelief as she watches him and his band set up their guitars and drums and microphones in front of her door. "Ready?" he asks the guys. When they nod Tristan grabs the mike and begins to sing and dance in front of her. "Why do you build me up, Buttercup baby, Just to let me down? It's your way around it And worst of all You never call baby, When you say you will, But I love you still. I need you! More than anyone darling! I know that I have from the start. So, build me up, Buttercup. Don't break my heart." She laughed and clapped as the guys put away the instruments, and crowded back into the truck. "So," Tristan begins. "What do you say Buttercup?" "What do you mean Tristan? And what is with all the nicknames? First there's Mary, and its shortened form Mare, and there is Ror, which you shouldn't call me--" "Unless I wish to die a very painful death," he broke in. "Right. And now you've come up with Buttercup. I honestly don't understand!" she finished exasperated. "Man! Is she thick or what!" Dustin says as he elbows the others in the truck "Yeah. How can she not get it?" Brandon questions the others from the back "Rory what don't you get?" Tristan asks. "The song says it all. So." "Will I be your girlfriend?" she asks him. He nods earnestly. "God, Tris," she exclaims. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to ask me that, but I can't be." "Why?" he asks. "Rory, we both know that you want to be with me as badly as I want to be with you. So why can't you be my girlfriend?" One word sums it all up for Tristan as Rory manages to choke it out. "Dean." She says in between hiccups which she has gotten trying to hold back the tears that are now freely falling down her face. As Tristan is leaning over Rory, trying to comfort her, Dean walks up with a scowl on his face. As soon as he notices Tristan leaning over a shivering crumpled Rory his fist takes over for his brain. "What did you do you rich little bastard? If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, stay the HELL away from MY girlfriend!!" He swiftly punches Tristan square on the nose and then kicks him in the chest. Tristan lets out a moan and falls to the floor. Before his eyes close he weakly gasps out, "Rory!" and then he becomes silent. Through her wall of tears, Rory can see all that has happened between Tristan and Dean, and after Dean punches Tristan she runs over and crumples at the sight of Tristan, unconscious, with blood trickling out from the right side of his mouth. "I need you Tristan, you can't die. I won't let you. I love you too much," she whispers as Dean, in a rage, comes running swiftly at her with the same fist that he knocked out Tristan with, outstretched.
