A/N:
Thank you all for the amazing reviews!!!
Coffeechick87: you know me! I always update soon! And right now I'm sick so I have too much time on my hands...enjoy!
Smile1: Nonono...I should bow down to you! Or we just leave the bowing and start writing our amazing story together ;)
Damaged-Kitten: Thank you! I hope the part about Rory having fear of flying was like it really feels...I've never flown in my life so I wouldn't know!
Hand3: Thank you! I hope you're happy with the update!
Midnightqueen6: Yeah...Tristan will find out eventually...but right now he doesn't even know she was in that plane...
Little guitars: I will continue all my other stories soon...but right now I have a lot of inspiration for this one. I hope you like the other things I write too!
Gythien Elven Babe: Here's your update! Soon enough?
A/N: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW MY OTHER NEW STORIES ("THERE'S NO TIME TO WASTE ASKING WHY" AND "PAYBACK")
A/N: I'M BUSY SETTING UP A STORY TOGETHER WITH SMILE1...IT WILL BE CALLED SUBMISSION AND I HOPE IT WILL BE ON FF.NET SOON! PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!
~~**~~
"Maybe we should take you to the hospital miss...you could be suffering from memoryloss"
"Memoryloss? No...no I'm fine..."
She looked around and grabbed a purse.
"This is my bag...I'm..."
She checked the bag for any cards.
"Lydia Langford"
The man looked at her and smiled.
"Are you sure miss Langford?"
Rory nodded. She hated hospitals. Ever since her grandmother had almost died she was afraid of them. And who knows...maybe she really WAS Lydia Langford. It sounded like it could be her.
~~**~~
"We interrupt this program for an extra newsreport..."
Tristan DuGrey listened to his favourite radioprogram when the news came on. Another plane crashed. Two survivors...Aidan Burck and a young woman called Lydia Langford. He thought about Rory. About how he would feel when she had been in that plane and hadn't survived the crash. He knew he would hate himself for the rest of his life...cause they had been fighting...and he would never be able to make it right again.
Something about that thought made him pick up the phone. What they were doing was ridiculous. He was gonna call her right now and come back over to America if she agreed to see him. He knew he wouldn't get her in a plane in a million years now...not if she had heard about the accident.
"Hello...this is the house of Rory Gilmore...well not the house cause the house can't speak...but anyway you get the point...As you can probably hear I'm not here...this is just a silly tape I'm rambling on...probably making it so full that nobody will be able to leave a message...so I'm just gonna shut up now..."
He always had to smile when he heard the voicemail. But right now he was too nervous to really pay attention. He didn't have a clue as to what he had to say.
"Soooo...just leave a message and I'll call you back...or not..."
Rory's voice rambled on.
"And Tris...I love you"
He smirked. Then the beep came and he got nervous again. The tape started recording and for the first ten seconds there was just silence.
~~**~~
"Miss Langford?"
Rory turned around. She had been held up at the place of the crash.
"Yes?"
The same rescueguy that had been bugging her for the last couple of hours was walking towards her.
"Your fiancée is here to speak to you..."
**I have a fiancée?**
Rory looked at her finger and saw the most beautiful ring she had ever laid eyes on. If this was right...if she was really engaged...then it had to be a really rich man she was going to marry. She looked up expectantly and saw a young man walking towards her.
"You're Lydia?"
His British accent made her smile and she nodded. He smiled too, happy to see her.
"I'm so glad we finally meet."
Rory's smile faded. She was going to marry this man when she hadn't ever seen him?
He noticed her face and hugged her.
"I know...it's so weird right? You can still break off our engagement...but meeting you on the internet was so great..."
**I'm marrying a guy I met on the internet? Am I that kind of girl?**
She just smiled and hugged him back. Maybe he was really sweet...cause she never would have flown all the way to London if he hadn't been, right? And anyway...she needed someone to take care of her. She didn't remember a thing...but maybe this guy could fill her in.
~~**~~
"Rory? Sweety are you there?"
Tristan had finally summoned up the courage to leave a message. He waited a couple of seconds.
"Okay...you're probably at work or something...I just wanted to apologize for scaring you like that. I never meant to do that...I was just a little too enthousiastic I guess...I love you Rory..."
His voice became softer.
"And if you're not ready to marry yet I understand...I just hope you'll forgive me for leaving like that and ruining your weekend. If you call me back we can talk about a new date for me to come over...okay?"
He ruffled his hair and sighed.
"I head about this planecrash today...I'm so glad you're safe at home...it made me realize I would go crazy if I lost you...I don't know why I'm telling you this...I guess...what I'm trying to say is...I really love you...and I want to spend the rest of my life with you...no matter how...or where..."
~~**~~
Ow yeah the guy filled her in. On the way to London he reminisced every detail she had ever told him...so by the time they arrived at his place she knew exactly how to behave. She was a bit dissapointed that she didn't remember a thing. But maybe she would. In time. It wasn't like she could expect someone to say her name and for her to instantly remember everything.
Luckily he had dropped his name quite a few times. Ben. Ben Passmore. She smiled at Ben when he showed her her room. It was beautiful. She wished with all her heart that she could be happy here. She was now no longer No- Name-Girl out of Nowhereland. She was Lydia Langford...fiancée of Ben Passmore...living in London.
He took her shopping the next day...buying her a whole new wardrobe. When she looked at the clothes she had been wearing the day before something felt wrong. Ben told her that she liked to wear short skirts and tight tanktops...yet as she looked at the clothes from the crash she felt like he wasn't telling the truth. She quickly shrugged the thoughts off and put her old clothes in the garbage-can.
~~**~~
When Rory hadn't called him back the next day he felt sad. She was obviously still mad at him. He was mentally kicking himself. Course she didn't want to leave Hartford...he had been thinking ahead once again. He should have proposed...and waited for her to say yes...and he shouldn't have wanted to change her. She loved Hartford...her mother...
Wait...her mother.
Why hadn't he thought about that before?
~~**~~
Lorelai had come home to a dark house. She still had to get used to the fact that Rory no longer lived with her...eventhough it had been over a year since she had moved out. She had checked the answeringmachine before realizing she had pulled the plug out of it while vacuuming the house.
"That's it"
She had muttered to herself.
"I'll never vacuum again. I'm just gonna let dust take over my house and play with the little dustball...friends"
Right now she was home. Something hadn't felt right. Like there was something wrong with Rory. She had tried calling her, but everytime she tried she got the answeringmachine. She never realized how much she hated that machine. So she had stayed home next to the telephone.
"Come on sweets...call me back"
Five minutes after the last time she called the phone ringed. In her rush to get to it as soon as possible she tripped over the vacuumcleaner.
~~**~~
"Miss Lydia would you like some tea?"
Rory already got used to this lifestyle. Everything was taken care of whenever she clapped her hands. She nodded.
"Will Ben be joining me Wilson?"
Miss Wilson, the housekeeper, nodded. She liked this young girl. Eventhough Mister Passmore had told her Lydia was a member of the richest family in America this girl was very sweet. She never ordered her around or talked to her like she was worth nothing, like some of his other girls had done. She hoped with all her heart that this young girl was going to stay.
"Then yes...please..."
Rory smiled as Miss Wilson poured tea in two small porcelain cups. After that she brought in scones and sandwiches. She looked up in surprise.
"What are you doing Wilson?"
Miss Wilson smiled.
"It's called tea miss. In England we have a big stomach so we eat a lot at tea"
Rory's laughter filled the room. She felt happy...so maybe she didn't remember anything...but life was good like it was.
~~**~~
"Lorelai?"
"Tristan?"
They both heard the panic in eachothers voice. Tristan fell on his bed while Lorelai slumped down on the couch.
"So?"
"Not a word..."
They both sat in silence for a while. Both minds racing with thoughts about where Rory could be.
"Lane?"
"Already called her..."
"Emily and Richard?"
"Tried that too..."
Tristan felt a panick rising in his body. He didn't want to think about it...but it felt like the only explanation there was left.
"She's lost..."
~~**~~
Lorelai sighed.
"Don't say that"
There was nothing left of her cheerful normal self. She was just another mom...scared that something had happened to her little girl.
"I'll come over...we will find her Lorelai..."
~~**~~
Tristan hung up the phone and started packing his stuff. He needed to get to America as soon as possible. He knew for sure that she hadn't left for London...she would have told somebody if she had...and besides she hated flying. So no...that wasn't an option. In the back of his head a little voice kept screaming that maybe she had...maybe she had been in that planecrash...but he didn't want to think about it. He was going to find Rory, make up with her...marry her...and be happy forever.
And somewhere...just a mile away from Tristans appartment the love of his life was having tea with another guy. A guy who's eyes lit up everytime she was smiling. A guy who so obviously adored her that it made her blush. And in the smile she gave him back he saw a promise.
~~**~~
A/N: Was this any good? I hope it was...review people!!!
Thank you all for the amazing reviews!!!
Coffeechick87: you know me! I always update soon! And right now I'm sick so I have too much time on my hands...enjoy!
Smile1: Nonono...I should bow down to you! Or we just leave the bowing and start writing our amazing story together ;)
Damaged-Kitten: Thank you! I hope the part about Rory having fear of flying was like it really feels...I've never flown in my life so I wouldn't know!
Hand3: Thank you! I hope you're happy with the update!
Midnightqueen6: Yeah...Tristan will find out eventually...but right now he doesn't even know she was in that plane...
Little guitars: I will continue all my other stories soon...but right now I have a lot of inspiration for this one. I hope you like the other things I write too!
Gythien Elven Babe: Here's your update! Soon enough?
A/N: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW MY OTHER NEW STORIES ("THERE'S NO TIME TO WASTE ASKING WHY" AND "PAYBACK")
A/N: I'M BUSY SETTING UP A STORY TOGETHER WITH SMILE1...IT WILL BE CALLED SUBMISSION AND I HOPE IT WILL BE ON FF.NET SOON! PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!
~~**~~
"Maybe we should take you to the hospital miss...you could be suffering from memoryloss"
"Memoryloss? No...no I'm fine..."
She looked around and grabbed a purse.
"This is my bag...I'm..."
She checked the bag for any cards.
"Lydia Langford"
The man looked at her and smiled.
"Are you sure miss Langford?"
Rory nodded. She hated hospitals. Ever since her grandmother had almost died she was afraid of them. And who knows...maybe she really WAS Lydia Langford. It sounded like it could be her.
~~**~~
"We interrupt this program for an extra newsreport..."
Tristan DuGrey listened to his favourite radioprogram when the news came on. Another plane crashed. Two survivors...Aidan Burck and a young woman called Lydia Langford. He thought about Rory. About how he would feel when she had been in that plane and hadn't survived the crash. He knew he would hate himself for the rest of his life...cause they had been fighting...and he would never be able to make it right again.
Something about that thought made him pick up the phone. What they were doing was ridiculous. He was gonna call her right now and come back over to America if she agreed to see him. He knew he wouldn't get her in a plane in a million years now...not if she had heard about the accident.
"Hello...this is the house of Rory Gilmore...well not the house cause the house can't speak...but anyway you get the point...As you can probably hear I'm not here...this is just a silly tape I'm rambling on...probably making it so full that nobody will be able to leave a message...so I'm just gonna shut up now..."
He always had to smile when he heard the voicemail. But right now he was too nervous to really pay attention. He didn't have a clue as to what he had to say.
"Soooo...just leave a message and I'll call you back...or not..."
Rory's voice rambled on.
"And Tris...I love you"
He smirked. Then the beep came and he got nervous again. The tape started recording and for the first ten seconds there was just silence.
~~**~~
"Miss Langford?"
Rory turned around. She had been held up at the place of the crash.
"Yes?"
The same rescueguy that had been bugging her for the last couple of hours was walking towards her.
"Your fiancée is here to speak to you..."
**I have a fiancée?**
Rory looked at her finger and saw the most beautiful ring she had ever laid eyes on. If this was right...if she was really engaged...then it had to be a really rich man she was going to marry. She looked up expectantly and saw a young man walking towards her.
"You're Lydia?"
His British accent made her smile and she nodded. He smiled too, happy to see her.
"I'm so glad we finally meet."
Rory's smile faded. She was going to marry this man when she hadn't ever seen him?
He noticed her face and hugged her.
"I know...it's so weird right? You can still break off our engagement...but meeting you on the internet was so great..."
**I'm marrying a guy I met on the internet? Am I that kind of girl?**
She just smiled and hugged him back. Maybe he was really sweet...cause she never would have flown all the way to London if he hadn't been, right? And anyway...she needed someone to take care of her. She didn't remember a thing...but maybe this guy could fill her in.
~~**~~
"Rory? Sweety are you there?"
Tristan had finally summoned up the courage to leave a message. He waited a couple of seconds.
"Okay...you're probably at work or something...I just wanted to apologize for scaring you like that. I never meant to do that...I was just a little too enthousiastic I guess...I love you Rory..."
His voice became softer.
"And if you're not ready to marry yet I understand...I just hope you'll forgive me for leaving like that and ruining your weekend. If you call me back we can talk about a new date for me to come over...okay?"
He ruffled his hair and sighed.
"I head about this planecrash today...I'm so glad you're safe at home...it made me realize I would go crazy if I lost you...I don't know why I'm telling you this...I guess...what I'm trying to say is...I really love you...and I want to spend the rest of my life with you...no matter how...or where..."
~~**~~
Ow yeah the guy filled her in. On the way to London he reminisced every detail she had ever told him...so by the time they arrived at his place she knew exactly how to behave. She was a bit dissapointed that she didn't remember a thing. But maybe she would. In time. It wasn't like she could expect someone to say her name and for her to instantly remember everything.
Luckily he had dropped his name quite a few times. Ben. Ben Passmore. She smiled at Ben when he showed her her room. It was beautiful. She wished with all her heart that she could be happy here. She was now no longer No- Name-Girl out of Nowhereland. She was Lydia Langford...fiancée of Ben Passmore...living in London.
He took her shopping the next day...buying her a whole new wardrobe. When she looked at the clothes she had been wearing the day before something felt wrong. Ben told her that she liked to wear short skirts and tight tanktops...yet as she looked at the clothes from the crash she felt like he wasn't telling the truth. She quickly shrugged the thoughts off and put her old clothes in the garbage-can.
~~**~~
When Rory hadn't called him back the next day he felt sad. She was obviously still mad at him. He was mentally kicking himself. Course she didn't want to leave Hartford...he had been thinking ahead once again. He should have proposed...and waited for her to say yes...and he shouldn't have wanted to change her. She loved Hartford...her mother...
Wait...her mother.
Why hadn't he thought about that before?
~~**~~
Lorelai had come home to a dark house. She still had to get used to the fact that Rory no longer lived with her...eventhough it had been over a year since she had moved out. She had checked the answeringmachine before realizing she had pulled the plug out of it while vacuuming the house.
"That's it"
She had muttered to herself.
"I'll never vacuum again. I'm just gonna let dust take over my house and play with the little dustball...friends"
Right now she was home. Something hadn't felt right. Like there was something wrong with Rory. She had tried calling her, but everytime she tried she got the answeringmachine. She never realized how much she hated that machine. So she had stayed home next to the telephone.
"Come on sweets...call me back"
Five minutes after the last time she called the phone ringed. In her rush to get to it as soon as possible she tripped over the vacuumcleaner.
~~**~~
"Miss Lydia would you like some tea?"
Rory already got used to this lifestyle. Everything was taken care of whenever she clapped her hands. She nodded.
"Will Ben be joining me Wilson?"
Miss Wilson, the housekeeper, nodded. She liked this young girl. Eventhough Mister Passmore had told her Lydia was a member of the richest family in America this girl was very sweet. She never ordered her around or talked to her like she was worth nothing, like some of his other girls had done. She hoped with all her heart that this young girl was going to stay.
"Then yes...please..."
Rory smiled as Miss Wilson poured tea in two small porcelain cups. After that she brought in scones and sandwiches. She looked up in surprise.
"What are you doing Wilson?"
Miss Wilson smiled.
"It's called tea miss. In England we have a big stomach so we eat a lot at tea"
Rory's laughter filled the room. She felt happy...so maybe she didn't remember anything...but life was good like it was.
~~**~~
"Lorelai?"
"Tristan?"
They both heard the panic in eachothers voice. Tristan fell on his bed while Lorelai slumped down on the couch.
"So?"
"Not a word..."
They both sat in silence for a while. Both minds racing with thoughts about where Rory could be.
"Lane?"
"Already called her..."
"Emily and Richard?"
"Tried that too..."
Tristan felt a panick rising in his body. He didn't want to think about it...but it felt like the only explanation there was left.
"She's lost..."
~~**~~
Lorelai sighed.
"Don't say that"
There was nothing left of her cheerful normal self. She was just another mom...scared that something had happened to her little girl.
"I'll come over...we will find her Lorelai..."
~~**~~
Tristan hung up the phone and started packing his stuff. He needed to get to America as soon as possible. He knew for sure that she hadn't left for London...she would have told somebody if she had...and besides she hated flying. So no...that wasn't an option. In the back of his head a little voice kept screaming that maybe she had...maybe she had been in that planecrash...but he didn't want to think about it. He was going to find Rory, make up with her...marry her...and be happy forever.
And somewhere...just a mile away from Tristans appartment the love of his life was having tea with another guy. A guy who's eyes lit up everytime she was smiling. A guy who so obviously adored her that it made her blush. And in the smile she gave him back he saw a promise.
~~**~~
A/N: Was this any good? I hope it was...review people!!!