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Author: Christina
Spoilers: Totally and completely AU (alternate universe). Paris, Rory,
Madeline, and Louise are best friends. Tristan and Rory are a couple. Chris
and Lorelei got married. Lane does not exist. (Sorry guys!()
Pairing: R/T, J/P, L/C, others???
Rated: PG-13 in beginning, but will quickly become R
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
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Chapter One
Tristan couldn't help smiling as he walked toward his girlfriend. A slim
brunette, she was beautiful in every sense of the word. He could see her
talking animatedly with Madeline and Louise. He quickly motioned to them to
keep quiet so that he could surprise her as he quickly snaked his strong
arms around her waist.
"Hey babe. Missed me?" he whispered in her ear in a husky voice that sent
delicious shivers up and down her spine. She reached up to give him a kiss
and smiled.
"I was in agony," she laughed and rolled her eyes.
"You'd better believe it!" he chuckled.
"So," he began cautiously.
"What do you want DuGrey?"
"You." He stated matter-of-factly, and she playfully punched him.
"What? What did I say? I was dead serious!"
"Whose party do you want me to go with you to?"
"This new kid. His name's Chad Michael Murray. Kind of weird to be going by
two first names, but whatever. At first I was like, 'whoa DuGrey! Get a
hold of yourself man. You never hang out with new kids let alone go to
their house parties.' But this kid is pretty fricking cool. So can we go
Rory? Can we? Huh? Please!!" he asked. Of course they were going to go.
Parties were loads of fun. She and Tristan usually ended up swapping heated
kisses in a corner somewhere or inventing some stupid game to liven up the
parties that they found to be dull. She decided she'd tease him a little
before letting him know that though.
"Hmmm.I don't know Tris." She said as she tried to keep a straight face
while looking into the deep blue eyes he was now attempting to look
innocent. "See, I mean, me and my mom had some plans for tonight big huge,
gigantic plans. So I'll have to get back to you okay?" She smiled
devilishly at him and at the same time reminded herself to tell her mother
about the amazing fake plans they were going to have that night. Tristan
and Rory pulled up to a small house in Star's Hollow at around 4:00 that
afternoon. They were late because Rory had insisted that they stop for
coffee. When he refused, she reminded him that he was breaking Gilmore Girl
Rule #37, and even threatened to not kiss him until he got her a coffee
fix. (A promise he knew she'd never be able to keep, but he was beginning
to run low on caffeine too, so he stopped.) Then they whizzed quickly by
Tristan's house to pick something up, even when Rory reminded him that he
had a room in both of the houses that her parents owned, and that he had
clothes and everything else he would need to spend the night, but he
protested that they needed to stop by, so they did. Rory figured that since
her dad was away on business, her mom would be in Star's Hollow. Lorelei
hated the stuffiness, and the cold impersonal vibe she got whenever she was
in that mansion of a house. So whenever Chris was away, she quickly
retreated to her house in a small town full of quirky people. (Which
happens to be second only to air, and sometimes not even that in the
Gilmore-Hayden household.
"Rory!" Tristan whined as he felt her pull away from a passionate kiss that
they had been sharing only moments ago.
"Tris!" She mimicked his tone and smiled. "Mom's watching."
"So?" he questioned. "That never stopped you before."
"Yeah, well before, there wasn't an extremely angry Taylor Doose walking
towards us very quickly."
"Good point." He agreed.
"Young man!" A very purple in the face Taylor yelled at a thoroughly amused
Tristan. "What have I told you about that car?"
"To never drive it in Star's Hollow because the paint is so shiny and
silvery that it could severely injure or even blind the town homing
pigeons," Tristan recited mechanically.
"Good boy!" They quickly locked up the car and scared Kirk by popping out
of the bushes in Babbette's yard where he was staring longingly at
Tristan's silver BMW convertible. They both clutched their sides with
laughter as they walked into the house.
"Mom!" Rory called. "Mom!" There was no answer.
"Lucy I'm home!" She tried unsuccessfully.
"Let me try Mary," Tristan offered. "Lorelei I brought you a giant cup of
coffee!" Tristan called. As predicted, Lorelei came bounding down the
stairs looking expectantly at Tristan, waiting for him to produce the java
that he had promised her.
"That was cruel Bible Boy! Just plain evil!" She exclaimed as she saw Rory
stifle a giggle, and Tristan unsuccessfully try to hold back a chuckle.
"Well," he reasoned. "You wouldn't answer when Mary called you, so I
figured this would work." Rory agreed letting out spurts of giggles again.
"Yes, Oh Evil One, I agree, that did work, but it was still really, really
mean. It's like rule #143 in the Gilmore Girls Rulebook: 'Never lie about
having or not having coffee to a Gilmore Girl.' It's almost as important as
#37."
"Which is?" He drilled.
"Oh, come on Tris, you know this!" Rory laughed. "#37 is: 'Never deny a
Gilmore Girl her coffee, or said Gilmore Girl will choose punishment for
the denier of coffee'."
"Oh yeah. I remember now. I think that was the first rule that I broke."
"Remember how I punished you?"
"Boy, do I ever! You wouldn't kiss me for three days! I was beginning to go
into 'Rory Withdrawal'."
"Nope." Lorelei broke in.
"No what Mom?"
"No, that wasn't the first rule you guys broke."
"Which one did we break first Lorelei?"
"That would be Gilmore Girls Rule #59: 'Never go out with or kiss your arch-
enemy, no matter how much you like said enemy, or how hot said enemy is."
"Yeah, I guess so. But we weren't archenemies. We just didn't like each-oh,
wait I take that back. I didn't like him very much. He followed me around
like a stalker." Rory saw Tristan fake a pained expression, and place a
hand on his heart.
"A very hot stalker," she added with a grin.
"Much better. And I'll have you know I was stalking a very hot girl." He
smirked and Rory blushed from head to toe. Suddenly she remembered that she
had to tell her mom about their stupendously amazing plans.
"Come on Mom, let's go make some coffee." She said as she pulled her
mother toward the kitchen door.
"Why can't Tristan make it?" Lorelei wanted to know.
"Because I want to make it and I want you to help me." Rory insisted.
"All right. Whatever you say Rory." Lorelei answered, defeated.
"Okay, now why are we in the kitchen. Because I know that if you really
just wanted coffee, you would get Tristan to make it for you. So what's
up?" she demanded once they were out of Tristan's hearing range.
"Well, you see, there is this party that some new kid's having, and Tristan
really wants to go. I really want to go too, but I decided that I would
tease him a little first. So when he asked me if we could go, I kind of
told him that we had amazingly stupendous fake plans, except that I didn't
say that they were fake. So if he starts asking about the party put up a
fight for me. Not a very big fight but put one up. Because I want to see
him beg for me to go." Rory explained to an amused Lorelei.
"I like this plan mini-me. I have taught you well, young grasshopper."
Lorelei commented as they walked back to where Tristan was sitting.
"So where's the coffee?" he asked suspiciously.
"Larry is asleep. We've decided that we need to go to Luke's anyway. Come
on Bible Boy. Break out the car keys."
"You know that Taylor's gonna kill me if he sees us in that car, right?"
Tristan informed the two babbling brunettes.
"Of course we do. That's what makes it so fun to drive it around Star's
Hollow. Besides, what is a town like this going to do with some stupid
homing pigeons? I mean, honestly. Homing pigeons are for sending messages
during wars. What is Taylor Doose gonna do with them?" Lorelei replied.
"Okay Lorelei. I see your point. But they use carrier pigeons during wars
to send messages."
"So what is the purpose of those STUPID homing pigeons!" Lorelei begged to
know.
"I really don't know Mom. But I wouldn't let Taylor hear you call his
homing pigeons stupid. Apparently he thinks there was a reason for wasting
all of that money that could go to buy more useful things on some dumb
birds."
"Do those useful things happen to have anything to do with coffee and or
coffee makers?" Tristan grinned.
"Maybe," Rory answered sheepishly. "But you have to admit that coffee is
much more useful than homing pigeons." She gave one last attempt at arguing
with him.
"Consider it admitted sweetie," he agreed kissing her lightly on the nose.
"So how are we getting to Luke's?"
"My car. I thought we agreed that it was way fun to drive around in a
silver and watch Tristan get yelled at by a large man who turns purple
easily." Tristan deadpanned.
"We do, but Tristan doesn't. So we were gonna be nice and walk or take our
car, but Tristan seems to want to take Tristan's car, and Rory was only
doing what Rory thought Tristan wanted her to do."
"Can Rory please stop talking to Tristan in the third person?" Tristan
asked, no begged his girlfriend.
"Alright babe. Come on Mom. We've had our fun. Let's go get some coffee.
I'm going into withdrawal." Rory moaned.
"Huh, I thought you only did that when you weren't with me."
"No, you go into 'Rory Withdrawal' when you aren't within 2 feet of me, and
I go into coffee withdrawal if I go longer than an hour without a cup."
"Oh, quite an easy mistake to make though, don't you think?"
"I'll let you think that, yeah, sure." Rory told him as they walked into
Luke's. Strangely enough though, nobody was there.
"Jess?" No answer.
"Flannel Man?" No answer.
"Gellar?" Tristan called quite loudly, smirking.
"Huh, what?" Paris Gellar's head came popping up from beneath the counter.
"What are you doing here DuGrey?"
"I could ask you the same thing you know. But I'll be nice and answer you.
My girlfriend lives here."
"You have a girlfriend?"
"Ooh, that hurts Gellar. Yes I have a girlfriend. Her name is Rory Gilmore.
I do believe you guys are in quite close competition with each other for
valedictorian. We've been going out for almost 3 months. How could you not
know that we were together?"
"I have selective hearing."
"Yeah, but do you have selective eyesight?"
"No, I just choose to not be one of your groupies. I have much better taste
than you. I got over you a long time ago."
"Much better like.Jess?" Rory giggled pulling him up from behind the
counter where he had been sitting next to Paris, a dazed smile on his face.
"Uh, um, we were just." Paris trailed off.
A/N: I know you all know what Paris and Jess were doing. Snogging!! If you
are like me, and NOT from England, snogging is slang for kissing. (I just
read: 'Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging' and I think that next to
spiffy, ginormous, and splendorific, snogging is a pretty darn spiffy word)
but anyway, I felt like ending it there and not with somebody beating up
Tristan, or trying to rape Rory like a whole lot of the Trory stories out
there. (Not that I don't love them, 'cuz I do, I absolutely love reading
stuff like that, but un my personal opinion, I'm not very good at writing
that stuff, and I felt like being different.)
Author: Christina
Spoilers: Totally and completely AU (alternate universe). Paris, Rory,
Madeline, and Louise are best friends. Tristan and Rory are a couple. Chris
and Lorelei got married. Lane does not exist. (Sorry guys!()
Pairing: R/T, J/P, L/C, others???
Rated: PG-13 in beginning, but will quickly become R
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
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Chapter One
Tristan couldn't help smiling as he walked toward his girlfriend. A slim
brunette, she was beautiful in every sense of the word. He could see her
talking animatedly with Madeline and Louise. He quickly motioned to them to
keep quiet so that he could surprise her as he quickly snaked his strong
arms around her waist.
"Hey babe. Missed me?" he whispered in her ear in a husky voice that sent
delicious shivers up and down her spine. She reached up to give him a kiss
and smiled.
"I was in agony," she laughed and rolled her eyes.
"You'd better believe it!" he chuckled.
"So," he began cautiously.
"What do you want DuGrey?"
"You." He stated matter-of-factly, and she playfully punched him.
"What? What did I say? I was dead serious!"
"Whose party do you want me to go with you to?"
"This new kid. His name's Chad Michael Murray. Kind of weird to be going by
two first names, but whatever. At first I was like, 'whoa DuGrey! Get a
hold of yourself man. You never hang out with new kids let alone go to
their house parties.' But this kid is pretty fricking cool. So can we go
Rory? Can we? Huh? Please!!" he asked. Of course they were going to go.
Parties were loads of fun. She and Tristan usually ended up swapping heated
kisses in a corner somewhere or inventing some stupid game to liven up the
parties that they found to be dull. She decided she'd tease him a little
before letting him know that though.
"Hmmm.I don't know Tris." She said as she tried to keep a straight face
while looking into the deep blue eyes he was now attempting to look
innocent. "See, I mean, me and my mom had some plans for tonight big huge,
gigantic plans. So I'll have to get back to you okay?" She smiled
devilishly at him and at the same time reminded herself to tell her mother
about the amazing fake plans they were going to have that night. Tristan
and Rory pulled up to a small house in Star's Hollow at around 4:00 that
afternoon. They were late because Rory had insisted that they stop for
coffee. When he refused, she reminded him that he was breaking Gilmore Girl
Rule #37, and even threatened to not kiss him until he got her a coffee
fix. (A promise he knew she'd never be able to keep, but he was beginning
to run low on caffeine too, so he stopped.) Then they whizzed quickly by
Tristan's house to pick something up, even when Rory reminded him that he
had a room in both of the houses that her parents owned, and that he had
clothes and everything else he would need to spend the night, but he
protested that they needed to stop by, so they did. Rory figured that since
her dad was away on business, her mom would be in Star's Hollow. Lorelei
hated the stuffiness, and the cold impersonal vibe she got whenever she was
in that mansion of a house. So whenever Chris was away, she quickly
retreated to her house in a small town full of quirky people. (Which
happens to be second only to air, and sometimes not even that in the
Gilmore-Hayden household.
"Rory!" Tristan whined as he felt her pull away from a passionate kiss that
they had been sharing only moments ago.
"Tris!" She mimicked his tone and smiled. "Mom's watching."
"So?" he questioned. "That never stopped you before."
"Yeah, well before, there wasn't an extremely angry Taylor Doose walking
towards us very quickly."
"Good point." He agreed.
"Young man!" A very purple in the face Taylor yelled at a thoroughly amused
Tristan. "What have I told you about that car?"
"To never drive it in Star's Hollow because the paint is so shiny and
silvery that it could severely injure or even blind the town homing
pigeons," Tristan recited mechanically.
"Good boy!" They quickly locked up the car and scared Kirk by popping out
of the bushes in Babbette's yard where he was staring longingly at
Tristan's silver BMW convertible. They both clutched their sides with
laughter as they walked into the house.
"Mom!" Rory called. "Mom!" There was no answer.
"Lucy I'm home!" She tried unsuccessfully.
"Let me try Mary," Tristan offered. "Lorelei I brought you a giant cup of
coffee!" Tristan called. As predicted, Lorelei came bounding down the
stairs looking expectantly at Tristan, waiting for him to produce the java
that he had promised her.
"That was cruel Bible Boy! Just plain evil!" She exclaimed as she saw Rory
stifle a giggle, and Tristan unsuccessfully try to hold back a chuckle.
"Well," he reasoned. "You wouldn't answer when Mary called you, so I
figured this would work." Rory agreed letting out spurts of giggles again.
"Yes, Oh Evil One, I agree, that did work, but it was still really, really
mean. It's like rule #143 in the Gilmore Girls Rulebook: 'Never lie about
having or not having coffee to a Gilmore Girl.' It's almost as important as
#37."
"Which is?" He drilled.
"Oh, come on Tris, you know this!" Rory laughed. "#37 is: 'Never deny a
Gilmore Girl her coffee, or said Gilmore Girl will choose punishment for
the denier of coffee'."
"Oh yeah. I remember now. I think that was the first rule that I broke."
"Remember how I punished you?"
"Boy, do I ever! You wouldn't kiss me for three days! I was beginning to go
into 'Rory Withdrawal'."
"Nope." Lorelei broke in.
"No what Mom?"
"No, that wasn't the first rule you guys broke."
"Which one did we break first Lorelei?"
"That would be Gilmore Girls Rule #59: 'Never go out with or kiss your arch-
enemy, no matter how much you like said enemy, or how hot said enemy is."
"Yeah, I guess so. But we weren't archenemies. We just didn't like each-oh,
wait I take that back. I didn't like him very much. He followed me around
like a stalker." Rory saw Tristan fake a pained expression, and place a
hand on his heart.
"A very hot stalker," she added with a grin.
"Much better. And I'll have you know I was stalking a very hot girl." He
smirked and Rory blushed from head to toe. Suddenly she remembered that she
had to tell her mom about their stupendously amazing plans.
"Come on Mom, let's go make some coffee." She said as she pulled her
mother toward the kitchen door.
"Why can't Tristan make it?" Lorelei wanted to know.
"Because I want to make it and I want you to help me." Rory insisted.
"All right. Whatever you say Rory." Lorelei answered, defeated.
"Okay, now why are we in the kitchen. Because I know that if you really
just wanted coffee, you would get Tristan to make it for you. So what's
up?" she demanded once they were out of Tristan's hearing range.
"Well, you see, there is this party that some new kid's having, and Tristan
really wants to go. I really want to go too, but I decided that I would
tease him a little first. So when he asked me if we could go, I kind of
told him that we had amazingly stupendous fake plans, except that I didn't
say that they were fake. So if he starts asking about the party put up a
fight for me. Not a very big fight but put one up. Because I want to see
him beg for me to go." Rory explained to an amused Lorelei.
"I like this plan mini-me. I have taught you well, young grasshopper."
Lorelei commented as they walked back to where Tristan was sitting.
"So where's the coffee?" he asked suspiciously.
"Larry is asleep. We've decided that we need to go to Luke's anyway. Come
on Bible Boy. Break out the car keys."
"You know that Taylor's gonna kill me if he sees us in that car, right?"
Tristan informed the two babbling brunettes.
"Of course we do. That's what makes it so fun to drive it around Star's
Hollow. Besides, what is a town like this going to do with some stupid
homing pigeons? I mean, honestly. Homing pigeons are for sending messages
during wars. What is Taylor Doose gonna do with them?" Lorelei replied.
"Okay Lorelei. I see your point. But they use carrier pigeons during wars
to send messages."
"So what is the purpose of those STUPID homing pigeons!" Lorelei begged to
know.
"I really don't know Mom. But I wouldn't let Taylor hear you call his
homing pigeons stupid. Apparently he thinks there was a reason for wasting
all of that money that could go to buy more useful things on some dumb
birds."
"Do those useful things happen to have anything to do with coffee and or
coffee makers?" Tristan grinned.
"Maybe," Rory answered sheepishly. "But you have to admit that coffee is
much more useful than homing pigeons." She gave one last attempt at arguing
with him.
"Consider it admitted sweetie," he agreed kissing her lightly on the nose.
"So how are we getting to Luke's?"
"My car. I thought we agreed that it was way fun to drive around in a
silver and watch Tristan get yelled at by a large man who turns purple
easily." Tristan deadpanned.
"We do, but Tristan doesn't. So we were gonna be nice and walk or take our
car, but Tristan seems to want to take Tristan's car, and Rory was only
doing what Rory thought Tristan wanted her to do."
"Can Rory please stop talking to Tristan in the third person?" Tristan
asked, no begged his girlfriend.
"Alright babe. Come on Mom. We've had our fun. Let's go get some coffee.
I'm going into withdrawal." Rory moaned.
"Huh, I thought you only did that when you weren't with me."
"No, you go into 'Rory Withdrawal' when you aren't within 2 feet of me, and
I go into coffee withdrawal if I go longer than an hour without a cup."
"Oh, quite an easy mistake to make though, don't you think?"
"I'll let you think that, yeah, sure." Rory told him as they walked into
Luke's. Strangely enough though, nobody was there.
"Jess?" No answer.
"Flannel Man?" No answer.
"Gellar?" Tristan called quite loudly, smirking.
"Huh, what?" Paris Gellar's head came popping up from beneath the counter.
"What are you doing here DuGrey?"
"I could ask you the same thing you know. But I'll be nice and answer you.
My girlfriend lives here."
"You have a girlfriend?"
"Ooh, that hurts Gellar. Yes I have a girlfriend. Her name is Rory Gilmore.
I do believe you guys are in quite close competition with each other for
valedictorian. We've been going out for almost 3 months. How could you not
know that we were together?"
"I have selective hearing."
"Yeah, but do you have selective eyesight?"
"No, I just choose to not be one of your groupies. I have much better taste
than you. I got over you a long time ago."
"Much better like.Jess?" Rory giggled pulling him up from behind the
counter where he had been sitting next to Paris, a dazed smile on his face.
"Uh, um, we were just." Paris trailed off.
A/N: I know you all know what Paris and Jess were doing. Snogging!! If you
are like me, and NOT from England, snogging is slang for kissing. (I just
read: 'Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging' and I think that next to
spiffy, ginormous, and splendorific, snogging is a pretty darn spiffy word)
but anyway, I felt like ending it there and not with somebody beating up
Tristan, or trying to rape Rory like a whole lot of the Trory stories out
there. (Not that I don't love them, 'cuz I do, I absolutely love reading
stuff like that, but un my personal opinion, I'm not very good at writing
that stuff, and I felt like being different.)
