A/N: Wow. It's been like one and a half years. Dude.., that depresses me... My computer got a virus and I had to erase everything on it, which included the chapters I was working on for this story. After a while I couldn't remember all the things I had planned out for the story so I didn't want to continue it... but I like this story so much. So here it is. I'm not sure how good it may be but I hope you enjoy. Again, I'm so sorry.

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The car was filled only by the soft sounds of the radio, as the two sat quietly, neither knowing what to say. Rory had pulled the ring off her finger and was gripping it tightly in her hand. She was taking out all her emotions onto that one ring. Anger, sadness, fear... and now a new feeling, happiness.

Tristan watched her from the corner of his eyes, wondering what could be going through her mind. He almost forgot for a moment that a global terrorist organization was after them. He still couldn't stop thinking about her. There were so many things that he wanted to say to her, but he didn't know how to start.

"Tristan." He was shaken out of his thoughts by her voice. He couldn't help but get his hopes up and a small smile crept onto his features.

"Yes?" He answered in an extremely hopeful voice and looked over at her intently.

"Tristan!" She said urgently and pointed at the road. He looked over to see that he had forgotten to pay attention to the road and was now heading towards a big rig.

"Oh shit!" He yelled before swerving off the road and into the dirt next to it. He shifted the car into park and turned off the ignition, before taking a deep breath. He sat back in the seat, trying to wake himself up.

"Are you okay?" Tristan looked over at Rory, who looked more in shock that he was. She nodded slowly, trying to catch her breath.

The two sat in the car as the dust settled around them. Then, for some reason, a feeling rushed over him and he began to laugh uncontrollably. Rory looked over at him with concern. Tristan began to laugh uncontrollably. It was as if he was releasing all the laughter that he had never been able to release in years before. He was happier than he had been in a long time. He was with Rory. They were both alive. And he wasn't playing a game with her anymore.

Rory looked petrified and Tristan smiled at her. "I'm sorry Rory. For all the shit I put you through. I'm sorry about high school, I'm sorry about killing myself and leaving you, I'm sorry about not proposing when I had the chance, I'm sorry for being an idiot, I'm sorry for putting your life in danger. I'm just really... sorry." He said, all in once breath.

Rory didn't say a word. She just looked at him. "I'm sorry too." She said in a serious tone.

Tristan stopped laughing for a while and his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. "For what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, it just seemed like the only thing left to say." Rory finally smiled. It was the first smile Tristan had seen in weeks. Then the two sat there and laughed together.

***

Rory didn't know what it was that make her smile, or joke, or laugh. Maybe it was the fact that there was a possibility that their lives were over soon. Maybe it was just the happiness of being with Tristan again. Everything was just so screwed up, and laughing on the side of a road while being chased by terrorists, fit well into the situation.

When the two finally calmed down, Tristan started the car and pulled onto the road. The car ride was still quiet, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. The atmosphere was filled with the feeling that everyone feels after laughing over a good joke. It was a feeling of immense satisfaction.

The two finally pulled into the airport and Tristan walked up to a man waiting outside. He must have known him. Tristan received a manila envelope and motioned for Rory to follow him inside. He handed her a ticket and a passport then led her to the terminal. The two were boarded on a flight to Miami in minutes.

***

The plane had a bumpy landing after a quiet flight.

"Tristan?" Rory said, while they were waiting for the seatbelt light to go off.

Tristan seemed surprised at her voice and turned to her.

"I never thanked you for saving my life." She said, looking down at her hands resting in her lap.

He smirked. "Just what I do madam." He said in a horrible James Bond accent. It was something that the old Tristan would have done.

Then it hit her. Rory finally realized that it was Tristan. It was him. It was the love of her life. And she was wasting the time she finally got with him by feeling anger. If the car ride told her anything, it was that, the situation was not meant to be analyzed and understood. It was something that was simply meant to... be.

She shook her head and smiled, as Tristan looked at her questioningly. She looked up at him and they locked eyes. Then, she leaned in and kissed him. The two pulled away, both smiling.

They finally looked up and realized that everyone had left the plane.