A/N: loved ALL ur reviews. Really made my day, here's the next chapter,
some Trory action but don't fret guys, more coming along the way.
04.
It was Friday and Rory sat at her desk at Jeanes Publishing house. Work wasn't that hectic today, but the usual workload was enough to make her want to groan out loud. As she held a high position in the publishing house, naturally more work came her way. She loved her job but sometimes it was just too much. She knew that accepting the transfer to New York would result in more work but it also did well for her career.
It was mid-afternoon. She had just sent off a bunch of papers that she had finished reading over. She put down her pen and took a sip of her coffee letting the heavenly liquid take over her. Then the phone rang.
"Rory Gilmore, Jeanes Publishing" she tried to sound cheerful but it didn't turn out that way.
The person on the line, not missing a beat, frantically began speaking, "we were at the Inn then Sookie insisted that she needed Pat, the big cooking pot, I told her that I'd get it but I was the phone and you know Sookie, when she wants something done she wants something done so since I couldn't' get to her right away, she decided that she would get it herself---"
Rory feared that this wasn't going to be the regular phone call that she would get from her mom everyday to discuss the little bits and pieces of gossip going on in Stars Hollow. She could almost see her mom frantically gesturing with her hands on the other line, but her mother wasn't getting to the point very well.
"Mom! Calm down, and tell me what's going on, you're scaring me!"
Rory was starting to get equally frantic
She heard her mom take a deep breath and try to calm herself.
"Okay, so Sookie wanted to get Pat off the top shelf but since she's short, she wanted me to get it for her, but I was on the phone so couldn't get it for her right away and that wasn't good enough for her. She decided to get it for herself. But instead she fell and hit the base of her skull on her way down ," Lorelai's voice began to break, "she's still unconscious."
Now Rory could tell that that Lorelai was sobbing on the other end.
"Mom, where are you right now?"
Through the sobs, came Lorelai's voice, "Hartford Hospital"
That was all Rory needed to hear. She organized her things on her desk, the work would have to wait.
"Don't worry mom, I'm coming."
"Oh babe, you know that would mean so much to both Sookie and I."
"I'll be there as soon as possible. Mom, you should go back to Sookie."
"Yeah, bye hun."'
"See you soon mom. She's going to be okay"
Lorelai answered in a small voice before hanging up, "I hope so."
Rory grabbed the nearest person she knew as she walked out of her office and told them where she was and to tell that to anyone who asks. She had no time to chase down her manager.
In the spur of the moment franticness, she was standing outside her office building but didn't think about how she would get to Hartford.
New York to Hartford was just a few hours drive, but she's didn't have a car. New York traffic was horrific and being in New York for only a few weeks, getting a car hadn't been top priority. Then it came to her mind.
Christopher. She would find her dad and he would take her. Chris knew Sookie as well and he would want to see how she was. She had walked a few steps with her new plan in mind when it hit her. Her mom and her dad weren't on the best terms. She wasn't sure if they had talked since the last time. She didn't know whether or not Christopher knew that her mom and Sookie were now running the Dragonfly Inn. They were in their 8th year and still going strong. If he was going to take her to Hartford, he would inevitably see Lorelai and who knows what that encounter would bring. She stopped in her tracks.
Damn. But it was between visiting Sookie by today or a long going dispute who knows when was going to end. She picked her feet and kept on walking. Her mom and dad would have to solve things sooner of later.
She hailed a cab and hoped that her dad would be able to take her.
* * * * *
She rushed into her dad's building. Watching the glowing numbers above her, 5.6.7.8.DING
She passed the same lady at the front desk but this time not bothering to wait for her to talk. She guided herself through the maze of cubicles and rushed to the brown door with the name plate "Christopher Hayden" on it. She burst through without knocking, she was, after all, his daughter.
But she found the office empty. Her hopes fell. If she couldn't find him then she had no way of reaching Hartford by today as she promised her mother. She decided to ask the woman at the front desk regarding the whereabouts of her dad. She should know.
She spun on her heel and turned around. Instead, she ran into someone. He had been looking down at some papers in his hand and hadn't seen her. His paper scattered to the ground. Without thinking, Rory bent down to pick them up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking."
But the pair of shiny black shoes was the only thing she saw. The man wasn't moving or saying anything.
She looked up and saw a familiar man staring at her in the eye, "Tristan."
He grinned, "Rory! What's the rush?"
Rory handed him his papers. She was in no mood for small talk.
"Look, this is not the time to catch up, or chitchat about old times.
Either you help me find my father or give me your number and I'll give
you a call so we can reminisce. If not, then please, I have urgent
things to do right now."
Tristan saw Rory's disheveled state, and the grin on his face was quickly wiped off and he had a genuine look of concern. He placed both hands on either side of her shoulders. "Rory, what's wrong?"
Rory brushed the hair away from her face and said, exasperated,
"please, Tristan, I'm really sorry, but I really need to find my dad."
"Well, Chris is at a day business trip to Boston today, he's not going
to back until 8. Seriously Rory, what's wrong?"
Rory looked up into his eyes. He was genuinely concerned and it made the tears that were threatening to fall, slowly fall down her cheeks.
"Oh Rory, come here, we'll talk in here."
Tristan led Rory away from the busy hallway into Chris's empty office. He led her gently over to the couch and crouched in front of her and handed her a box of Kleenex off of Chris's desk.
He took her hands and held them in his. He spoke softly, "Rory, tell me what's wrong."
Rory looked down at their hands. She felt safe. She felt that she could confide in him.
She sniffed and looked into Tristan's eyes, "my mom called me at work today and she told me how Sookie, had fell when trying to reach Pat from a high place and now she's unconscious in Hartford hospital-" then she saw a confused look on Tristan's face.
She couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She decided to explain herself, "Sookie is my mom's best friend. I've known her since I was a baby and she's like family. Pat is the name of a pot."
"Well, thanks for the clearing up. I was just a little confused there."
She gave him a smile and continued, "so I promised my mom I'd be there by today but since I've only been in New York for a few weeks, I don't' have a car yet. I thought that dad could drive me but since he's at a business trip and won't be back until later, I won't be able to get to Hartford by today like I promised mom and my only option would be by pla---"
She was cut off, "Rory"
She looked at him with red eyes. Tristan reached up and wiped the tears away from her face. "I'll take you."
"What? No, I can't possibly let you--"
She was cut off again, "Why not? Your dad won't be back until much later and I'm probably the only other person you know in New York. Tomorrow's the weekend and of course, I have a car."
Rory was touched by the offer, "today's a Friday, and you probably have plans."
"No, no plans at all. I'm all-free for you. What do you say? Come on what are friends for?"
Rory was glad to hear the "friend" proclamation. She looked into Tristan's pleading eyes. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. She buried her head into the crook of his neck, "thank you so much Tristan, I owe you one."
Tristan put her own arms around her slim figure, and took in the scent of her hair. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to try and savour the moment, "No problem, my pleasure."
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How'd u guys like that?
I wasn't sure about the distance between New York and Hartford, but for the sake of what I'm going to do with my two favourite characters, I'm going to make it a few hours of driving. Heh heh.
I'd like to address a question that I got alien about whether or not this fic will involve L/C. That actually hadn't crossed my mind at all. But I need suggestions from you guys. This fic would be focused mainly R/T but do u guys want some L/C incorporated into it?
GIVE MY UR FEEDBACK ON THAT
And to JimBob44- thanks for the advice, I hope the grammar has gotten better. Much appreciated
And to ALL THE REVIEWERS- THANK U!
R A C H
04.
It was Friday and Rory sat at her desk at Jeanes Publishing house. Work wasn't that hectic today, but the usual workload was enough to make her want to groan out loud. As she held a high position in the publishing house, naturally more work came her way. She loved her job but sometimes it was just too much. She knew that accepting the transfer to New York would result in more work but it also did well for her career.
It was mid-afternoon. She had just sent off a bunch of papers that she had finished reading over. She put down her pen and took a sip of her coffee letting the heavenly liquid take over her. Then the phone rang.
"Rory Gilmore, Jeanes Publishing" she tried to sound cheerful but it didn't turn out that way.
The person on the line, not missing a beat, frantically began speaking, "we were at the Inn then Sookie insisted that she needed Pat, the big cooking pot, I told her that I'd get it but I was the phone and you know Sookie, when she wants something done she wants something done so since I couldn't' get to her right away, she decided that she would get it herself---"
Rory feared that this wasn't going to be the regular phone call that she would get from her mom everyday to discuss the little bits and pieces of gossip going on in Stars Hollow. She could almost see her mom frantically gesturing with her hands on the other line, but her mother wasn't getting to the point very well.
"Mom! Calm down, and tell me what's going on, you're scaring me!"
Rory was starting to get equally frantic
She heard her mom take a deep breath and try to calm herself.
"Okay, so Sookie wanted to get Pat off the top shelf but since she's short, she wanted me to get it for her, but I was on the phone so couldn't get it for her right away and that wasn't good enough for her. She decided to get it for herself. But instead she fell and hit the base of her skull on her way down ," Lorelai's voice began to break, "she's still unconscious."
Now Rory could tell that that Lorelai was sobbing on the other end.
"Mom, where are you right now?"
Through the sobs, came Lorelai's voice, "Hartford Hospital"
That was all Rory needed to hear. She organized her things on her desk, the work would have to wait.
"Don't worry mom, I'm coming."
"Oh babe, you know that would mean so much to both Sookie and I."
"I'll be there as soon as possible. Mom, you should go back to Sookie."
"Yeah, bye hun."'
"See you soon mom. She's going to be okay"
Lorelai answered in a small voice before hanging up, "I hope so."
Rory grabbed the nearest person she knew as she walked out of her office and told them where she was and to tell that to anyone who asks. She had no time to chase down her manager.
In the spur of the moment franticness, she was standing outside her office building but didn't think about how she would get to Hartford.
New York to Hartford was just a few hours drive, but she's didn't have a car. New York traffic was horrific and being in New York for only a few weeks, getting a car hadn't been top priority. Then it came to her mind.
Christopher. She would find her dad and he would take her. Chris knew Sookie as well and he would want to see how she was. She had walked a few steps with her new plan in mind when it hit her. Her mom and her dad weren't on the best terms. She wasn't sure if they had talked since the last time. She didn't know whether or not Christopher knew that her mom and Sookie were now running the Dragonfly Inn. They were in their 8th year and still going strong. If he was going to take her to Hartford, he would inevitably see Lorelai and who knows what that encounter would bring. She stopped in her tracks.
Damn. But it was between visiting Sookie by today or a long going dispute who knows when was going to end. She picked her feet and kept on walking. Her mom and dad would have to solve things sooner of later.
She hailed a cab and hoped that her dad would be able to take her.
* * * * *
She rushed into her dad's building. Watching the glowing numbers above her, 5.6.7.8.DING
She passed the same lady at the front desk but this time not bothering to wait for her to talk. She guided herself through the maze of cubicles and rushed to the brown door with the name plate "Christopher Hayden" on it. She burst through without knocking, she was, after all, his daughter.
But she found the office empty. Her hopes fell. If she couldn't find him then she had no way of reaching Hartford by today as she promised her mother. She decided to ask the woman at the front desk regarding the whereabouts of her dad. She should know.
She spun on her heel and turned around. Instead, she ran into someone. He had been looking down at some papers in his hand and hadn't seen her. His paper scattered to the ground. Without thinking, Rory bent down to pick them up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking."
But the pair of shiny black shoes was the only thing she saw. The man wasn't moving or saying anything.
She looked up and saw a familiar man staring at her in the eye, "Tristan."
He grinned, "Rory! What's the rush?"
Rory handed him his papers. She was in no mood for small talk.
"Look, this is not the time to catch up, or chitchat about old times.
Either you help me find my father or give me your number and I'll give
you a call so we can reminisce. If not, then please, I have urgent
things to do right now."
Tristan saw Rory's disheveled state, and the grin on his face was quickly wiped off and he had a genuine look of concern. He placed both hands on either side of her shoulders. "Rory, what's wrong?"
Rory brushed the hair away from her face and said, exasperated,
"please, Tristan, I'm really sorry, but I really need to find my dad."
"Well, Chris is at a day business trip to Boston today, he's not going
to back until 8. Seriously Rory, what's wrong?"
Rory looked up into his eyes. He was genuinely concerned and it made the tears that were threatening to fall, slowly fall down her cheeks.
"Oh Rory, come here, we'll talk in here."
Tristan led Rory away from the busy hallway into Chris's empty office. He led her gently over to the couch and crouched in front of her and handed her a box of Kleenex off of Chris's desk.
He took her hands and held them in his. He spoke softly, "Rory, tell me what's wrong."
Rory looked down at their hands. She felt safe. She felt that she could confide in him.
She sniffed and looked into Tristan's eyes, "my mom called me at work today and she told me how Sookie, had fell when trying to reach Pat from a high place and now she's unconscious in Hartford hospital-" then she saw a confused look on Tristan's face.
She couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She decided to explain herself, "Sookie is my mom's best friend. I've known her since I was a baby and she's like family. Pat is the name of a pot."
"Well, thanks for the clearing up. I was just a little confused there."
She gave him a smile and continued, "so I promised my mom I'd be there by today but since I've only been in New York for a few weeks, I don't' have a car yet. I thought that dad could drive me but since he's at a business trip and won't be back until later, I won't be able to get to Hartford by today like I promised mom and my only option would be by pla---"
She was cut off, "Rory"
She looked at him with red eyes. Tristan reached up and wiped the tears away from her face. "I'll take you."
"What? No, I can't possibly let you--"
She was cut off again, "Why not? Your dad won't be back until much later and I'm probably the only other person you know in New York. Tomorrow's the weekend and of course, I have a car."
Rory was touched by the offer, "today's a Friday, and you probably have plans."
"No, no plans at all. I'm all-free for you. What do you say? Come on what are friends for?"
Rory was glad to hear the "friend" proclamation. She looked into Tristan's pleading eyes. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. She buried her head into the crook of his neck, "thank you so much Tristan, I owe you one."
Tristan put her own arms around her slim figure, and took in the scent of her hair. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to try and savour the moment, "No problem, my pleasure."
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How'd u guys like that?
I wasn't sure about the distance between New York and Hartford, but for the sake of what I'm going to do with my two favourite characters, I'm going to make it a few hours of driving. Heh heh.
I'd like to address a question that I got alien about whether or not this fic will involve L/C. That actually hadn't crossed my mind at all. But I need suggestions from you guys. This fic would be focused mainly R/T but do u guys want some L/C incorporated into it?
GIVE MY UR FEEDBACK ON THAT
And to JimBob44- thanks for the advice, I hope the grammar has gotten better. Much appreciated
And to ALL THE REVIEWERS- THANK U!
R A C H