Shelter
Flossie
Summary- Two years after leaving Chilton, Tristan comes back to find Rory. She's gone. And the soul reason for Tristan's whole life crumbles away from him
Spoilers- Nothing after Run Away Little Boy.
Rating- PG
Disclaimer- Hopefully once the papers come in, I will officially own Chad Michael Murray. But thanks to the slow postal service, I've been forced to wait.
Author's Note-as soon as I finished the last chapter, I've wanted to write the next. I'm so desperate to finish this fic. I know how it's going to end: p if you all haven't noticed the first half of this fic was based on Tristan, now its Rory's turn. This fic will probably end in about 2-3 chapters, depends. It would be great to know what you guys think I'll end it like. Hopefully I'll prove you all wrong. By the way! I want to hit 105 reviews this chapter! Are you up to it? : )
:: Also, I'm aware I've been posting this chapter again, first few times I couldn't see it on the page, so I kept deleting and adding : ) but once noor told me I was being stupid and it actually takes time (I've never been a patient person) I'm posting the fic one last time, because
1. I just came back from the holiday of my life in Europe and I wanted to post something.
2. Theres that annoying little 99 review sign that needs to be changed : )
3. It'll give me the writing juice I need to start chapter 10.
4. GILMORE GIRLS IS BACK IN PERTH AS OF TOMMOROW AND I WANTED TO SAY IT SOMEWHERE!!!!!!
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All she could do now, is remember. She can remember everything about the little town she used to live in, its quirky festivals, and friendly people, the lake, the school. But now, Stars Hollow didn't feel like home anymore. Stars Hollow was a place that held all of those that she had ever felt close to. All those that Rory had ever truly loved were in that little town.
"One day, I'm going to go back there."
She looked up from her book, "Where?"
"Stars Hollow."
Lorelai smiled, "Yeah, we should."
When I go into hospital for my check-ups and such, I can remember why I had to leave Stars Hollow. I can remind myself that cancer was a serious thing, and that I wasn't close enough to specialists. I can say that here, I have more of a chance of getting better completely, even if our apartment is shabby, and there's no neighbours to nose in our business.
When I look at mom, I can see she misses everything. I can see she would give everything to be back in Stars Hollow, fighting with Michelle and stealing coffee from Luke.
I know she would give everything.
And I know I would too.
Buts it's always too late.
I've been gone far too long.
I can't go back.
I can already hear grandma's answer to that, "You can always go back." she'd say, "Everything can always be fixed."
She's probably right. But I know I'll never have the guts to face everyone again, just turn up and expect everything to go right and they'd welcome me back. I'm too scared. I know mom will follow me anywhere. I can't even begin to imagine what I've put her through, how much pain I've caused her. Because of me, she had to leave everything she ever had behind. I owe her so much. She acts like its fine.
I wish it were.
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For the last few weeks I've been slowly getting my life back together. I've gone out a little; both girls were dropped back at their places before ten. They were nice enough. I can't help feeling as though I'm comparing them to Rory. But it's silly; I'm only thinking of the 16 year old her.
I don't feel as if I'm changing, but I know I am. It's slowly becoming evident that if I don't forget about Rory Gilmore and get on with my life, I'm going to be a very lonely guy. Also, I've decided I'm going to rent out a apartment just out of Harvard, I'm beginning to like this place now I'm not linking it with parents.
Things are looking pretty up.
The agent looked questionably at me, "You don't like it?"
I groaned inwardly, this apartment was the worst we'd seen all day, and the agent was getting a little restless.
"No, no. It's just, I, I'm not too sure about the space, I'd like to have a little more space." I was stammered, looking around the room, avoiding the man's eyes.
He opened his mouth as to say something, but then shut it again, sighing, he crossed something of his list, "There's only a few more Mr. Du' grey, I hope they will have enough space."
I smiled gingerly, and followed him out.
I hope so too.
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When I came back, mom was sitting up straight on the couch; she jumped a little when I walked in.
"Oh, Rory, when did you get back?" she asked cautiously.
"Just then," I looked at her closely, "Why? What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing, everything's fine." She forced a smile.
I gave her a look, she was hiding something.
Lorelai stood up and shook the cookie crumbs of her skirt, then turned of the TV.
She faced me warily.
"Luke rang here today."
I froze.
"He said he wants to see us, I told him I had no idea who he was. I hung up."
My heart was beating so fast, we had made a pact before we came here to leave everything behind, so no-one would be hate us for leaving. So no-one would make us want to stay.
I looked back at mom, I could see how much she wanted to see him, I could always see right through her. Luke had been her best-friend, since, well, forever.
I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell her that everything would be ruined. But at the same time, I felt so selfish. I felt like I'd ruined mom's life already too much.
And the image of Luke kept bouncing back into my mind. And I realised, I needed him.
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Chapter 9
Need
