A/N: Sorry! Michelle's had this part written for a while and it's been
sitting in my inbox. So here's the last installment of *Complicated* Hope
you've enjoyed it. I think this might be the end of my writing career. I
just don't have the time that something like this requires, especially when
school starts again. So here it is. I tried to put the dream in italics.
but I don't think it really worked.
Rory tossed and turned in her bed.
She was leaning against the wall, hoping Tristan would get there soon. Alec walked over to where she was standing.
"So you and Tristan are serious?"
"I. we haven't talked about it."
Alec inched a little closer.
"Are you sleeping with him."
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"You want him too. You girls are all alike."
"Tristan's not coming, is he?"
Alec smiled at her. Rory tried to get away but Alec was quicker. His hand closed around her arm. She tried to pull away but it was no use. He pulled her towards him.
"What's your hurry?"
She tried unsuccessfully to pull her arm free but he only tightened his grip. He pushed her roughly against the wall, causing her to cry out. Alec leaned in, his face inches from hers. Rory turned her head. He turned her face so she was looking at him.
"Come on Mary." He whispered, "Be nice."
She tried to push him away.
"LET ME GO!" she shouted
Alec's hand came crashing down on her face. He shoved her against the wall again.
"I guess I'm going to have to teach you some manners."
Alec kept her pinned against the wall with his body and used a free hand to turn her face so she was looking at him. He leaned in again, one hand keeping her face still and the other moving down the front of her dress.
"This is going to be fun."
She shot up in bed.
"NO!" she shouted
The bedroom door opened and she screamed again. She tried to get away but a pair of arms strong arms wrapped around her. She struggled but the arms tightened around her, pulling her back against a hardened chest and held her there securely. Finally a voice whispered "Rory. Calm down. Its me."
"Tristan." She whispered
She pulled away and turned so that she was facing him. She looked up, her eyes meeting a pair of dark blue ones. He brushed the sweaty hair away from her face.
"Are you all right?"
She nodded but didn't speak.
"Rory what happened?"
"I.I had a dream." She whispered, "About Alec."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She shook her head.
"I. I can't." she managed to whisper, "Not yet."
"All right."
Tristan started to get up when Rory grabbed his arm.
"Don't go."
He looked down, his eyes meeting hers again. Slowly he let her pull him back down on the bed.
"Just stay until I fall asleep."
"All right."
He got up and waited until she got herself settled in bed. Tristan turned and grabbed a desk chair. As he pulled it over to the side of the bed, Rory slid over, making room for him.
Tristan looked at her, then at the chair. After a moment, he climbed into the bed. As soon as he was settled, Rory scooted closer to him. Carefully he slipped his arm around her and she rested her head against his chest. Her arm wrapped around his waist.
"Rory?" he whispered
When she didn't answer, he knew it was safe.
*Now's my chance. *
Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm sorry Rory. I'm sorry for what I've done, for the way I've acted and for what happened to you. I know that you may never forgive me and for that I am truly sorry because I've possibly lost the best thing in my life. The only thing that ever meant anything to me."
Tristan leaned down, kissing the top of her head. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes.
Later that evening
Lorelai walked into the house carrying a large pizza box and a bag from Doose's market.
"Rory? Tristan?"
She passed by the living room and found it full of flowers.
*Flower Boy strikes again*
Walking into the kitchen, she set the bag and the pizza box on the counter. Turning, she saw Rory's bedroom door was open slightly. Walking over, she pushed the door open slowly. Her eyes widened when she saw Tristan lying on Rory's bed, with his arms wrapped around her.
Slowly she backed away from the door. Walking back over to the counter, she opened the cupboard and grabbed a coffee cup. Pouring herself a cup, she picked up the mail and walked over to the table.
Tristan stirred slightly. Opening his eyes, he found himself in a dark bedroom. He tried to sit up but something kept him from moving. Looking down, he was a mass of dark brown hair across his chest. It was at that moment he realized where he was and who he was with.
Carefully he lifted Rory's arm from around his waist. She stirred but didn't open her eyes. Tristan waited a moment, then he slowly began to slide off the bed. He stood up, making sure she did not wake up. Turning towards the bed, he pulled the blanket up so that it covered her. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead again. Straightening up, he quietly crept across the room. Opening the door, he stepped outside.
"Have a nice nap?"
Tristan froze when he saw Lorelai sitting at the kitchen table.
"It's not what. we weren't. Rory had a bad dream."
"It's all right Tristan. I know nothing happened." She said, "Come here."
Tristan walked over to the table and pulled out a chair.
"Rory had a bad dream?"
Tristan nodded.
"Did she tell you what it was about?"
"She said it was about Alec." He said, "I'm guessing it was because of what happened at the dance?"
"Then I guess it was a good thing you were here."
Lorelai saw the bedroom door open slowly. When Rory appeared in the doorway, Lorelai's eyes widened. Rory stopped, leaning against the door jam.
"Do you love my daughter?"
"What?"
"It's a simple question. Do you love my daughter?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why do I love her?"
"Yes."
"She's different than anyone else I've ever met. She's happy with simple things like going to poetry readings or having a cup of coffee. She's not phony, or rude or snobby. She sees the best in people, even when others don't. She's the most unique and original girl I have ever met and that's why I love her." He said, "But I messed up. I took her for granted, when I was around my so-called friends, I had to be who they wanted me to be, even if it meant the possibility of losing her."
"Have you ever told Rory any of this?"
"No." he said, "I wouldn't know where to begin."
"I think you already have." A voice said softly
Tristan turned around to see Rory standing in the doorway. Turning back to Lorelai, he saw her grin. Slowly she stood up and said
"I just remembered I left something at the inn."
She walked out of the kitchen. A moment later the front door opened and closed. Tristan turned slowly, facing Rory again. Slowly he stood up, walking over to where she was standing.
"Rory. I. I."
Rory silenced him by placing a finger against his lips.
"My turn."
Tristan nodded.
"Tristan you've been a real jerk. You've lied to me and you let people think things about me that weren't true and me forgiving you for that would take a lot."
Tristan felt his heart sink. *She's going to tell me its over for good.*
"And it you ever do any of it again, I may not be as forgiving."
Tristan's eyes widened. He didn't know what to say.
"Rory. I. I..."
Rory silenced him again, this time by slipping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down until their lips met. Tristan's arms slipped around her waist. Pulling back slowly, he whispered, "I love you Rory Gilmore."
"And I love you."
Rory tossed and turned in her bed.
She was leaning against the wall, hoping Tristan would get there soon. Alec walked over to where she was standing.
"So you and Tristan are serious?"
"I. we haven't talked about it."
Alec inched a little closer.
"Are you sleeping with him."
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"You want him too. You girls are all alike."
"Tristan's not coming, is he?"
Alec smiled at her. Rory tried to get away but Alec was quicker. His hand closed around her arm. She tried to pull away but it was no use. He pulled her towards him.
"What's your hurry?"
She tried unsuccessfully to pull her arm free but he only tightened his grip. He pushed her roughly against the wall, causing her to cry out. Alec leaned in, his face inches from hers. Rory turned her head. He turned her face so she was looking at him.
"Come on Mary." He whispered, "Be nice."
She tried to push him away.
"LET ME GO!" she shouted
Alec's hand came crashing down on her face. He shoved her against the wall again.
"I guess I'm going to have to teach you some manners."
Alec kept her pinned against the wall with his body and used a free hand to turn her face so she was looking at him. He leaned in again, one hand keeping her face still and the other moving down the front of her dress.
"This is going to be fun."
She shot up in bed.
"NO!" she shouted
The bedroom door opened and she screamed again. She tried to get away but a pair of arms strong arms wrapped around her. She struggled but the arms tightened around her, pulling her back against a hardened chest and held her there securely. Finally a voice whispered "Rory. Calm down. Its me."
"Tristan." She whispered
She pulled away and turned so that she was facing him. She looked up, her eyes meeting a pair of dark blue ones. He brushed the sweaty hair away from her face.
"Are you all right?"
She nodded but didn't speak.
"Rory what happened?"
"I.I had a dream." She whispered, "About Alec."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She shook her head.
"I. I can't." she managed to whisper, "Not yet."
"All right."
Tristan started to get up when Rory grabbed his arm.
"Don't go."
He looked down, his eyes meeting hers again. Slowly he let her pull him back down on the bed.
"Just stay until I fall asleep."
"All right."
He got up and waited until she got herself settled in bed. Tristan turned and grabbed a desk chair. As he pulled it over to the side of the bed, Rory slid over, making room for him.
Tristan looked at her, then at the chair. After a moment, he climbed into the bed. As soon as he was settled, Rory scooted closer to him. Carefully he slipped his arm around her and she rested her head against his chest. Her arm wrapped around his waist.
"Rory?" he whispered
When she didn't answer, he knew it was safe.
*Now's my chance. *
Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm sorry Rory. I'm sorry for what I've done, for the way I've acted and for what happened to you. I know that you may never forgive me and for that I am truly sorry because I've possibly lost the best thing in my life. The only thing that ever meant anything to me."
Tristan leaned down, kissing the top of her head. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes.
Later that evening
Lorelai walked into the house carrying a large pizza box and a bag from Doose's market.
"Rory? Tristan?"
She passed by the living room and found it full of flowers.
*Flower Boy strikes again*
Walking into the kitchen, she set the bag and the pizza box on the counter. Turning, she saw Rory's bedroom door was open slightly. Walking over, she pushed the door open slowly. Her eyes widened when she saw Tristan lying on Rory's bed, with his arms wrapped around her.
Slowly she backed away from the door. Walking back over to the counter, she opened the cupboard and grabbed a coffee cup. Pouring herself a cup, she picked up the mail and walked over to the table.
Tristan stirred slightly. Opening his eyes, he found himself in a dark bedroom. He tried to sit up but something kept him from moving. Looking down, he was a mass of dark brown hair across his chest. It was at that moment he realized where he was and who he was with.
Carefully he lifted Rory's arm from around his waist. She stirred but didn't open her eyes. Tristan waited a moment, then he slowly began to slide off the bed. He stood up, making sure she did not wake up. Turning towards the bed, he pulled the blanket up so that it covered her. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead again. Straightening up, he quietly crept across the room. Opening the door, he stepped outside.
"Have a nice nap?"
Tristan froze when he saw Lorelai sitting at the kitchen table.
"It's not what. we weren't. Rory had a bad dream."
"It's all right Tristan. I know nothing happened." She said, "Come here."
Tristan walked over to the table and pulled out a chair.
"Rory had a bad dream?"
Tristan nodded.
"Did she tell you what it was about?"
"She said it was about Alec." He said, "I'm guessing it was because of what happened at the dance?"
"Then I guess it was a good thing you were here."
Lorelai saw the bedroom door open slowly. When Rory appeared in the doorway, Lorelai's eyes widened. Rory stopped, leaning against the door jam.
"Do you love my daughter?"
"What?"
"It's a simple question. Do you love my daughter?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why do I love her?"
"Yes."
"She's different than anyone else I've ever met. She's happy with simple things like going to poetry readings or having a cup of coffee. She's not phony, or rude or snobby. She sees the best in people, even when others don't. She's the most unique and original girl I have ever met and that's why I love her." He said, "But I messed up. I took her for granted, when I was around my so-called friends, I had to be who they wanted me to be, even if it meant the possibility of losing her."
"Have you ever told Rory any of this?"
"No." he said, "I wouldn't know where to begin."
"I think you already have." A voice said softly
Tristan turned around to see Rory standing in the doorway. Turning back to Lorelai, he saw her grin. Slowly she stood up and said
"I just remembered I left something at the inn."
She walked out of the kitchen. A moment later the front door opened and closed. Tristan turned slowly, facing Rory again. Slowly he stood up, walking over to where she was standing.
"Rory. I. I."
Rory silenced him by placing a finger against his lips.
"My turn."
Tristan nodded.
"Tristan you've been a real jerk. You've lied to me and you let people think things about me that weren't true and me forgiving you for that would take a lot."
Tristan felt his heart sink. *She's going to tell me its over for good.*
"And it you ever do any of it again, I may not be as forgiving."
Tristan's eyes widened. He didn't know what to say.
"Rory. I. I..."
Rory silenced him again, this time by slipping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down until their lips met. Tristan's arms slipped around her waist. Pulling back slowly, he whispered, "I love you Rory Gilmore."
"And I love you."