Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls doesn't belong to me. And SD-6 doesn't either.
A/N: OK. This story isn't really a crossover. It's just that, I was too lazy to think of a WHOLE new.. agency. If you still don't know what I'm talking about. You'll find out. SD-6 is from the ABC show Alias.
Truth?
Tristan sat in his dorm room, trying to keep his eyes on the textbook page. He hadn't seen Rory in 3 days. Harvard was a big campus and she was busy a lot. He missed her. It had been 3 years since they started going out and he loved her more and more, day by day.
Only two more years of this stupid college. He thought, turning the page on the textbook with his right hand. In his left hand, Tristan gripped the velvet ring box in his hands.
When are you gonna ask her? His mind asked him.
Soon... He answered. Soon.
He was jerked from his studies when his cell phone rang and the vibration rattled it on the table. His grandfather's number flashed on the screen.
"Hello? Grandpa?"
"Tristan." His voice sounded quiet and hoarse. Tristan knew something was wrong.
"Grandpa? You okay?"
"Yes, yes. Can you come over right now?"
"Of course. Be there in a minute."
His grandfather, Janlen, moved with him to Boston. He loved him. His grandfather was more like a father than Tristan's real father was. He stood up and grabbed his keys.
***
Tristan walked into his grandfather's apartment only to see the living room ransacked. He started to panic.
"GRANDPA!?" He screamed. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
"In here." He ran towards the faint voice from the bedroom.
Tristan saw his grandfather laying coughing on the floor, blood dripping down the corners of his mouth. He ran by his side and supported his head with his hand, lifting Janlen up.
"Grandpa, what happened?!"
"Tristan." His voice was weak. "I need to tell you something."
"Hold on Grandpa, I'm gonna call for help, you'll be okay." Tristan said, pulling out his cell phone and ignoring Janlen's voice.
His voice became sterner. "TRISTAN STOP!" Janlen knocked the phone to the ground.
Tristan looked up, surprised. "What are you doing?"
"Listen to me." Janlen reached over and turned on the nearby stereo. Classical music blared through the speakers and he turned the volume up. Janlen motioned for his grandson to lean down towards him.
Tristan turned his ear to the elderly man as he spoke. "Tristan." Janlen said, in a whisper. "I'm an agent for a secret agency called SD-6."
Tristan's eyes grew bigger as disbelief filled his mind. "No. You're a banker."
"The bank is a cover. When I was in my late twenties, I was asked to join what I thought was a black-ops branch of the CIA. I was wrong. Last week, I found some evidence to bring down SD-6 and they found out about it." Janlen stopped and coughed as more blood dripped out.
Tristan was stunned. He stayed quiet. "We need to get you to a doctor Grandpa." He said quietly.
"We can't Tristan. If we do and somehow I get better, they'll just find me and finish the job. This is the better way." He paused. He grasped Tristan as he coughed again. "Don't worry about me Tristan."
With that, the life left from Janlen DuGrey.
Tristan just stared in shock.
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TBC.
A/N: What do you think? Please review. This is only the prologue you know. =]
