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A/N: Guys, Sorry if it took a little longer than usual to get this chap up. But school's started again and ok, I'll admit. I'm not really sure where I want this story to go. Because there's not actually a plot or anything. And I guess that's my main problem. So if anyone's got an idea, or suggestion. Mail them to me, please.

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Chapter 14

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A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

                            'Feels Like Home', Chantal Kreviazuk

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Chapter 14

Like Home…

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"Tristan?" Rory was sitting next to Tristan in the hospitals cafeteria.

"Hmm?" He responded absently.

"Tell me what happened…" She asked quietly.

He looked up from his coffee to face her.

"I don't know… I was at home when I got a call from the hospital, telling me my grandfather had had a heart attack… That's all they told me, and that's all I know up to now." At the thought of that horrible phone call, his face fell. There was a pain reflected on his face that almost broke Rory's heart.

She laid her hands on his shoulders and turned him to her.

"Tristan, you know that if there's anything, anything, I could do for you can tell me, right?"

He smiled at her sadly. "I know, and I'm really grateful for it… But at the moment, you being here with me, is more than enough for me."

She smiled gladly and pulled him into a hug.

"Rory…" He whispered in her ear. "About the other day… I'm sorry… I was…"

But Rory cut him off before he could finish the sentence and pulled back to look in to his eyes.

"Let's not talk about that right now, ok? We both should have done some things different… But I really don't think this is the time, nor the place to talk about it."

He agreed and they drank their coffee in silence before heading back to room 1236.

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"You gonna be ok?"

Tristan looked up at her from the opened window.

"Sure, I'll be fine. I'm a grown man Rory. I can take care of myself."

"I was just checking… Will you call me when you get home?" She asked, still concerned of Tristan, who was taking a cab to his house. Josh had left a while ago, because he couldn't miss work. So Tristan was going to be home alone. And Rory really didn't think he should be alone right now, but he wouldn't let her come with him and he wouldn't go with her.

This stubbornness was getting really annoying.

"Yes, I will call you, yes I'll be alright and no I wont need anything. Now go home yourself Ror… You need sleep too." He told her and started to close the window.

"Ok… But call me when you get home!"

"Ugh, I will!! I just told you!"

"Well, I was just checking… so uhmm… bye"

"Bye Rory, thanks for everything." And with that the taxi drove away.

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Tristan turned to his side to look at the alarm clock standing on his nightstand.

0:37

God, he really should be getting some sleep…but for some reason, he couldn't get to sleep.

He rolled around to his other side…Just to find that he wasn't any more comfortable then he was before. So he turned to rest on his back. He looked at the sealing. But after lying like that for a few minutes, he was sure; He wouldn't be getting any sleep like this. So he got up and started to walk around the empty apartment.

Josh had to work the night shift and wouldn't be home till early in the morning. Usually he would have loved being alone, but tonight… he couldn't stand it.

Being alone, forced him to think about stuff… and the only thing that popped up tonight was the sight of his grandfather lying in his hospital bed, looking so helpless. And him sitting by his side, frustrated, because there was nothing for him to do…

He found himself loosing control over all these situations in his life. And it was a known fact that he liked to be in control. God, he felt so desperate… and alone…

He looked at the phone. He could call Rory.

But no, he thought, why would he do that? They had a major fight a few nights ago, which he still felt bad about. And ok, she did come to support him today, but still… He didn't think calling her tonight was the right thing to do for him.

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"Hmmmpfmble…?"

"Rory? Did I wake you?"

"Tristan! No no, you didn't wake me." He heard her yawn. "Ok, just a little… but what's wrong? I everything ok? Oh god!! It isn't…"

He knew what she was thinking and cut her off.

"No no! It's nothing like that. I just wanted to thank you. For being there today…"

"You know it was nothing. I… I'd always be there for you Tristan…"

He smiled at hearing that. "Thanks…"

"But uhmm… was it really necessary for you to call me in the middle of the night? And yeah, I know it's a Friday, but still… This face doesn't stay this beautiful and young just on its own… Much beauty sleep is involved." She thought about that for a moment. "Ow, and a lot of coffee of course."

"Of course… But uhmm, I was wondering, I know that it's late and all, but uhmm…" All of a sudden he felt embarrassed to be asking her this. "Maybe I could uhhh… If I'd bring coffee, would it be ok if I came over?"

Rory was surprised, but glad at the same time. He seamed to have let the other day (including her confession) behind them, and moved on. So what else could she do? He offered coffee!! And that was the only thing she could be woken up for in the middle of the night… Which it was…

"If you make that two cups, you're more than welcome."